Chapter 8720      The God of Cultivation

"This is the trial field of cultivation and mystery, also called the purgatory on earth, it is a purgatory created by fantasy. All things here are not revealed. No matter what kind of cultivation you have, you have to lie down obediently when you come. Here, the competition is the control of the great trend of the heaven and the condensation of the power of the law."

"If you don't want to die, maybe there will be an answer!"

The mysterious man raised his head slightly and signaled Ye Chen to look back.

Behind Ye Chen, there is a magnificent arena at the deepest point of this lonely city, with its momentum rising into the sky and no dome is seen.

The blood-red mottled wall skin has fallen off a lot, adding a hint of simplicity and solemnity to it. There, the blood light faintly has the meaning of breaking into the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. The space here has a faint smell of fishy sweetness.

"I've given it to you, my injury should recover soon."

The mysterious man handed Ye Chen a small bottle, and there were only a few drops of crystal clear liquid, like water, but it was shiny and radiant and warm.

He waved his hand and immediately shouted to the sky:

"Chu Lan, I'm waiting for you at Xiuxuan Tianding. If you can successfully arrive within a limited day, I can choose to cooperate with you to obtain the inheritance of the six styles of the Silent God's Silent God!"

The mysterious man's voice was particularly magnificent, and almost every corner of the entire lonely city was vaguely heard.

Ye Chen always felt something was wrong. After this guy said this, wouldn’t the people here regard themselves as the Chu Lan in his mouth?

He wanted to explain, but the mysterious figure had disappeared.

After Ye Chen confronted the mysterious man, the two left the originally noisy street one after another. Until their backs disappeared, the closed tavern opened the door again.

"Immortal Emperor Changqing Brew, three heads on the neck!"

The charming shouts in front of the door echoed again, the heads gradually gathered, and the blood river flowed again.

Many people looked at Ye Chen's leaving back.

...

"This place is probably created by the fantasy of the Silent God. Why has he been inviting others to come here for trial?"

"Is he like Hidden Saint, looking for countless geniuses to crack the Tiandou Massacre Sword?"

“Not that easy.”

"But the only clue at the moment is to control the general trend of the Heavenly Dao!"

Ye Chen recalled the mysterious man's attack just now.

Obviously, even he could not mobilize the slightest spiritual power in his body. That palm melted into this great way. If he had not used the power of the Iron Throne and Longteng Life Star to remove 80% of his power, he would probably have been penetrated by that guy.

"The condensation of the power of law!"

Ye Chen also tried his own law power. Except for some of the law of destruction and the law of reincarnation, he could not manifest it. Since entering this city, even the power of the bloodline of reincarnation cannot be fully mobilized, and he has also cut off contact with the cemetery of the reincarnation, the martial arts reincarnation map, and even the desperate situation of abandonment.

He has many trump cards, but many of them cannot be used, or because of the rules here, he can only use a part of them.

The power of the Dragon Teng Life Star and the Blood Dragon can be used as part of it.

But what surprised him was that a trump card was not restricted!

It is the ancestral coffin of a desperate situation!

It seems that this ancestral coffin has a great origin, and if it is facing a crisis, it can be used a little.

"cough!"

Ye Chen's chest ached faintly. He took out the small bottle handed by the mysterious man and looked at it: "Changqing wine, what is the origin of this wine?"

In this moment of trance, a cold light lit up from all directions, blocking all Ye Chen's retreat.

"The law of wind?"

Such an attack can be easily broken even if he is now in the outside world. Now, in the lonely city where all things are not revealed, it is a killing move.

Ye Chen stood there, allowing the sword blades from all directions to behead him, and never dodged. Just when everyone thought they were going to succeed, he saw blood surging on his back under his long gown, and the attack of the eight people was instantly disintegrated.

laugh!

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a trace of splendor, and he immediately swung his sword: "The Nine Swords of the Sky, break it for me!"

With one sword, the heads of eight people moved in an instant, and blood surged like a pillar, and eight straight corpses fell to the ground.

"Is it for this thing?"

Ye Chen looked at the exquisite bottle in his hand. It was this thing called Changqing's brew that caused him a murderous disaster.

Ye Chen simply didn't touch the ink. He dripped into his throat and felt an indescribable burning pain. Then, waves of numbness emerged from the meridians all over his body, nourishing his injuries.

"Um?"

"poisonous!"

Soon he discovered something was wrong. Although this wine brewed by Changqing can repair injuries, there are toxins spreading and growing.

"That guy has a problem!"

Ye Chen's expression was a little solemn.

However, the poison monument in the Xuan Monument of Reincarnation is running instantly, and the problem is not serious.

He has the strongest bloodline of reincarnation in the heavens, and it is not that easy to poison him.

"Chu...Mr. Chu Lan!"

At this moment, a timid voice sounded from the shadow behind Ye Chen. A sword cultivator walked out. The first moment he saw Ye Chen, he threw away the long sword in his hand.

He knew that as long as he did, he would die.

"This... can you give me the heads of these eight people?"

He knelt not far from Ye Chen and begged for the Word.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He never expected that he would be recognized as Chu Lan if he wore a mask.

This name appears many times. What is the origin of this person?

However, Ye Chen did not intend to explain too much.

"You can give it to you, take them to exchange for some Changqing wine. I'll wait for you here. If you dare to run away, you know the consequences!"

Ye Chen said lightly.

"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Chulan!"

The sword cultivator exclaimed a few big gifts, picked up the heads scattered in all directions and left happily. Soon, he returned with a small bottle, with five or six drops vaguely.

"I'll take a drop and reward you with the rest."

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he changed the subject and asked, "Where did these wines come from?"

"Sir Hui, I came from the Xiuxuan Purgatory. Some taverns hired people to fight in the Purgatory Field, and they could redeem the Changqing Brew from where they rely on their merits."

"Here, the coins that are passed are the head of the entries, and someone will present them to Xiuxuan God for the long-term residence here."

The sword cultivator who replied was obviously exhausted. It was obvious that after several fierce battles, he had reached his limit. Changqing urgently needed to recover from his injuries, otherwise he would be the next common currency.

Ye Chen waved his hand, and the man retreated tactfully, and he swallowed the exchanged drop of Changqing wine.

"Pooh!"

The purity is far from what the mysterious man gave, but it is still toxic and even worse.

"The God of Cultivation...what is this person's origin?

What exactly is the layout of the Silent God?”
Chapter completed!