The night gradually became deeper and everything was silent.

In the autumn wind blowing, the woman in the dream left again, coming silently, and leaving silently. Looking at Qin Mengyao, she was drunk and fell asleep on the stone table. Occasionally, she was a name called Zhao Yun in a dream.

"What is love in the world? It's just to teach people to agree with each other."

Ye Chen sighed, but his hands were not idle. He flipped around Qin Mengyao, trying to find some treasures, and after finishing, he sent the woman back to the underworld. Even if Qin Mengyao woke up and found that she wanted to settle the score with him, she could not come to the heavens, so what else could she be afraid of?

What’s so annoying is that Qin Mengyao has nothing but the fairy clothes she wears.

"After all, he is a general of the underworld, not authentic at all." After searching for it, Ye Chen curled his lips. He couldn't take off his clothes! Although he was thick-skinned, he was still a little conscientious.

It’s a blessing that Qin Mengyao fell asleep. If she was still awake, she would beat him up. Just like you, she still has the face to say that she is not authentic. You are authentic when someone is drunk and stealing someone’s treasures.

"Your junior is promising." The Emperor of the Underworld on the Zhenming Mountain had a meaningful look on his face.

"If the folk customs are like this, the habits will be good." Di Huang said earnestly, saying with great shame, "The ancient holy body is not doing serious things, and is just a stealing thing."

But these two supreme emperors still underestimated Ye Chen's urinary nature.

The scene in the garden was a little lawless. The ruthless man who had killed the emperor was bleeding for Qin Mengyao? It was rare to come here, so you have to leave something behind. If you don’t have a treasure, then let’s put some blood.

Di Huang rubbed his eyebrows. Ye Chen's tidying behavior not only made him lose face, but he was completely embarrassed.

The Emperor of the Underworld is reliable. Given Ye Chen's outstandingness, he personally issued an order: In the future, when a strong man in the underworld is passed to the heavens by Ye Chen, he doesn't have to think about anything. He will beat him up first and then talk about it. He will beat him to death and do not have to save face for Di Huang.

Ye Chen didn't know about the underworld, and was still bleeding Qin Mengyao. He was a whole bowl of it, and he was not worried about what happened to Qin Mengyao. It was a peak of the Saint King, and it was nothing to release some blood.

Under the moon, Qin Mengyao's blood was purple and shining, and wisps of fairy energy were everywhere. Her bloodline was not weak and contained magnificent essence, which was much more precious than the source crystal.

It was approaching dawn that he sent it back.

Hearing that after Qin Mengyao woke up, she was so angry that she was so angry that she went to the First Hall of Yama and beat the generals of the Nether Hall one by one. For no reason, Ye Chen was once the Nether Hall of the Nether Hall. When he arrived, the people of the Nether Hall were beaten.

In the early morning, Ye Chen happily went out and traveled for several months. He did not forget to set up a stall to tell fortunes. Before leaving, he went to the small garden opposite to take a look.

The old man got up early and was making fire to make food. His grandson was very sensible and took small steps to help the old man get the dishes and chopsticks.

Ye Chen went to the bustling street without disturbing him.

There are not many fortune tellers today, including people from Zhuxian Town and those who come here to see them. Until the evening, there were still long queues.

Yang Xuan and Shangguan Jiu came, one with a big face and the other with a black nose and a swollen nose. They peeped last night and were beaten up very hard. It was nothing. God knew it was the cheater. If he kicked them, the matter would be serious.

The two of them came here, so they were asking Ye Chen for fortune telling and calculating who kicked them last night.

After doing it, Ye Chen naturally forgot it. After doing it, he scolded the two of them. He was a master of martial arts and went to peep in the middle of the night. He was shameless, so he couldn't even raise his head.

Afterwards, Zhuxian Town became lively. The angry Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan were one with a knife and the other with a sword, chasing the two of them all over the street, causing chaos.

"Life is like a drama, wonderful." Ye Chen held his hands and watched with relish. He felt more and more that his ability to cheat others was perfect.

At night, Ye Chen finally saw Xiao Yang Lan. The little guy was still very kind to Ye Chen. He looked two or three years old, pink and like an elf. Unfortunately, he was the fate of a lonely star in Tiansha. If it weren't for the heavenly punishment in this era, she would have been destined to be lonely for the rest of her life.

After leaving Yang's mansion, he had not returned to the small garden and went to the old tomb.

The Yin Yue Princess was still there, and her cultivation level was even more diligent.

Ye Chen took half a bowl of Qin Mengyao's blood and merged into the source crystal. The essence of the source crystal suddenly surged. The entire main tomb was full of spiritual power, hazy, illuminated by the immortal light, and magnificent.

The Yin Yue Empress was surprised that her blood had such a tremendous amount of divine power, and with her cognition, it was difficult to understand.

"This is a special bloodline. When you go to the cultivation world in the future, you will see more and stronger ones." Ye Chen explained with a smile, and explained the mystery of bloodline for the imperial concubine, including Shenzang.

The imperial concubine listened quietly, and she remembered every word Ye Chen said in her heart.

This flash, another three days.

It was not until the night of the fourth day that Ye Chen left the ancient tomb, slowly walked in the mountains and forests, quietly looking up at the starry sky. The fortune of the world was gathering in the south, which was the fortune of the emperor. In other words, the world was gradually moving towards unification. Before this, war was inevitable, and there were only three princes and kings left, and the situation of three-legged throne would be broken soon.

As he said, half a month later, the three princes started fighting, which was a lineup of two to one, with the forces of three parties participating in the battle of millions, and the corpses killed were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

This battle lasted for three years. The King of Chu and King Han won and captured the capital of Qin. The King of Qin was defeated and committed suicide, indicating the destruction of Qin. The world has changed from a three-legged situation to a confrontation between the north and the south. Everyone knows that the future will be one of the King of Chu and King of Han. Therefore, it will not take long for the war to rekindle the whole country, and that battle will unify the country.

The morning sun is still so warm.

Ye Chen at the table held his chin with both hands, bored.

It was another three years, and the person he was waiting for still did not come. He didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he only knew that this practice would be extremely long.

Over the past three years, he has gone out more than once, appearing in ancient cities and villages, wanting to see if this ancient star really has reincarnation. Unfortunately, he has never found the same natal soul again. Because of this, he is even more confused. Since there is no reincarnation, the natal soul of the prince of Qi cannot be explained, and the contradiction between the front and back is very puzzling.

Soon, Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan came and brought Xiao Yang Lan with them.

That's right, Xia Lan is still alive and has lived for another three years.

Compared to her, Xiao Yang Lan is a little strange. Three years and three years old. She is already six years old, but she doesn't look like she is two or three years old. Every time she appears, she will attract strange eyes. It makes Mr. Yang come to Ye Chen every day, hoping to have a reasonable explanation, how can she grow old but not grow tall?

Ye Chen knew it very well, but he couldn't say it. The problem was not Xiao Yang Lan, but Ye Fan. At this moment, he didn't have to look at it, so he knew that Ye Fan was like Xiao Yang Lan, just two or three years old. This is the mutual generation and restraint of fate. It is still unknown how long it will take to grow up.

"Yeah... how dark it is." I don't know who was surprised for a lifetime, which made the people tilt their heads.

Early in the morning, the sky became dark, and it was dark. I thought it was going to rain, but the problem was that there was no sign of rain!

"Monk." Ye Chen frowned.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar of void and lightning and thunder.

Then, a blood-colored figure appeared in Xutian. It was an old man wearing a blood-colored python robe and holding a dragon-headed stick in his hand. He stood in Xutian like a god, with a playful look on his face and looking down at all living beings.

"Immortal...Immortal?" The people of Zhuxian Town all opened their mouths, and a few of them had already crawled down and prayed for the blessing of the gods.

"That's the immortal?" Ling Feng and the other two also left the door and stared at Cangkong in a daze.

"The Blood-Swallowing Demonic Art." So many people, only Ye Chen's face was extremely difficult to see. They recognized the extremely evil technique practiced by the old man in the blood robe. They needed to nourish their body spirit with the blood of creatures. His purpose here was very obvious, to swallow the blood of mortals to help him practice.

Buzz!

When Ye Chen saw it, Xu Tian trembled, and a powerful pressure instantly swept the world and made the sky rush, and the people of Zhuxian Town all sprayed blood and could not move.

Among them, Ye Chen also includes him, who is a cultivator in the Lingxu Realm. His power is not something Ye Chen can withstand.

"All living beings are ants, and it is a great blessing to merge with me." The old man in the blood robe spoke, his voice as thunder as thunder, but also extremely ethereal, like the verdict of God, full of endless magic power, resounding across the world. His fierce face was like an evil ghost, smiling gloomy and terrifyingly.

The scream suddenly broke out, and many people were swallowed into Xutian, turning into pieces of blood mist and blending into the old man's body. His expression was very enjoyable and comfortable.

This scene made the mortals look pale.

Isn’t that a god? Isn’t it necessary to protect the people? Why do we slaughter life?

"Ye Chen." Yang Xuan, Ling Feng and Shangguan Jiu both turned their heads with difficulty, calling Ye Chen, hoping that his immortal would be able to turn the tide and save the world.

"Canglan." They were calling Ye Chen, but Ye Chen was calling for evil demons. A Qi Condensation Realm, which is like a god in the mortal world, let alone a spiritual realm, which is not something that he, a half-immortal, can compete with.

However, there was no reply to his call.

"How could this be?" The Yin Yue Empress, who was in the ancient tomb, was trembling with a delicate body. The power of the Lingxu Realm was too strong, and even Ye Chen could not withstand it, and she could not withstand it.

"Thugger!" A gloomy laughed, filling the sky. The evil old man in blood robe smiled fiercely, like a demon, devouring the blood of living beings without restraint.

Amid the screams, more people were sucked into the air and then turned into blood mist.

"Mom." Xiao Yanglan's crying was very crisp. She was sucked away. The petite she was without any resistance. She looked at her parents and cried with tears on her face.

"No..." Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan shouted, both going crazy.

However, they are all ordinary people, and they can't even move without saying that they can save people.

"Canglan, Canglan." Ye Chen was still calling, his eyes were covered with blood, dyeing his eyes blood red. He never felt that he was useless. He watched Xiao Yanglan be arrested, but he was powerless. If nothing unexpected happened, she would turn into blood mist and be swallowed by the old man in the blood robe.

Blood?

Speaking of the word "blood", he seemed to think of something, and Qin Mengyao's blood, which was the blood of the peak of the Saint King, or a kind of domineering bloodline.

Immediately, he moved his palm with difficulty, reached to his waist, grabbed the hanging wine gourd, Qin Mengyao's blood, and put it in it.

With a crack, the wine gourd was caught and exploded. The blood inside it instantly collapsed, and strands merged into his body and turned into a terrifying force.
Chapter completed!