Emperor of Death

Chapter 1152
The process of subduing the newborn cold ghost fire was very painful, and the pain lasted for half a day.

Half a day later, Yechen's face was still covered with fine sweat, but there was a blue flame silently burning in his hand, feeling the power of this blue flame, a touch of light slowly bloomed from the corner of Yechen's mouth. big smile.

Finally, he completed the [-]% cultivation of the Hanming will-o-wisp. With this cold-mingling will-o-wisp, Ye Chen's strength increased greatly.

The trip to the secret realm has finally come to a successful conclusion.

Lan Wen, who had been standing aside all the time, went to sit in front of Ye Chen, then stretched out her fingers, and the two of them touched each other, looking at each other with a smile at the same time.

The two are connected with each other, everything is in silence, and they share the joy with each other.

The blue flame at the tip of Yechen's finger was burning, and then spread along Lan Wen's finger, and climbed up Lan Wen's whole body in an instant, burning crazily on Lan Wen's body, burning the two of them. clothes...

After a while, Lan Wen put away her fingers, and Lan Wen also knew the cold ghost fire that Ye Chen had painstakingly cultivated.

The next moment, Yechen took out the clothes from the storage ring again, and put them on for each other...

After putting on his clothes again, Yechen bowed in the direction of the cabin, and then led Lan Wen out of the yellow land.

Speeding all the way, Yechen flew towards the exit at a faster speed because of his improved strength.

Along the way, Ye Chen also saw Wu Zong of different races gathered in twos and threes. These Wu Zong were like frightened birds. After seeing Ye Chen, there was a deep fear on their faces, and then they fled around like birds.

All the way through the flight, Yechen never killed a single person again.

Flying to the exit, Yechen put away the phantom array, and put the dead creatures such as the little skull into the corpse ring. The rest of them were all sent to the purgatory space by Yechen, including Chang Baihui's Yemei Camp. exception.

Only Yechen was left alone at the exit, and then Yechen took out a five-hundred-jin boulder from the storage ring, and then Yechen slowly stretched and flattened, and finally turned into a shadow, blending under the boulder in the shadows.

Yechen was waiting patiently.

Three days later, three bearmen flew in from a distance in a panic, looked around, and threw a sword at the entrance.

The sword flew into the space crack without hindrance, and then flew out.

"Where are Yechen's subordinates? Are they gone?" Wu Zong, a bear-human tribe, expressed doubts.

"What are you thinking about so much, run away!" a bearman said in a deep voice, and then suddenly rushed towards the crack in space.

The other two bear-human masters watched silently until the first one completely disappeared into the space rift, and then they were overjoyed, and then rushed into the space rift.

"Yechen is gone!" In the distance of the sky, countless people shouted loudly, and suddenly countless alien races appeared and flew towards the crack in the space. It turned out that the three bears in front were just pathfinders. They didn't even know they were being used.

"Run, slow down, Yechen will be back." Countless alien races flew over from the sky, watching nervously, preventing Yechen from suddenly appearing and killing them.

When another alien race entered the rift in the space, everyone was sure that Ye Chen had really disappeared, and perhaps went to the depths to hunt them down.

Because they were escaping for their lives, they used full speed, fearing that if they were slow, they would be in danger of death.

As for the boulder on the grass, it was automatically ignored by people. Now that they were fleeing for their lives, who would care about such a useless stone.

Countless shadows swept across the huge boulder continuously. When a Tigerman flew by, his shadow produced a ripple that was invisible to the naked eye, but the ripple disappeared after only a slight fluctuation.

At this moment, no one will care about these details.

Yechen hid in the shadow of the Tiger Clan and escaped from the secret realm smoothly.

Then, as imagined, many alien races who went out were stopped. At the entrance, besides the old priest, Yechen actually felt several terrifying forces hidden in the dark, because the hiding place was too deep, Yechen could not I feel that it is the power of the Martial Saint or the Martial Emperor, but no matter which realm it is, Ye Chen can't compete, even if he has cultivated the cold ghost fire.

And even if someone who is similar to Ye Chen comes, once Ye Chen is entangled, there will be a steady stream of masters in the foreign race's territory to surround and kill Ye Chen.

Everyone was questioned by the old priest. The old priest was very careful and asked them one by one.

But these alien warriors are very impatient. They come from various races, and not all of them respect the old priest like the bear people. Many people just respect him, but when they are irritable, they don't want to cooperated.

In particular, a White Tiger Martial Sect of the Tiger Race, said to the old priest extremely rudely: "Get out of the way, don't stop me, this time our foreign race suffered heavy losses, and you Bear Race have an inescapable responsibility. The leader of this matter , but also accept the punishment of the alliance."

Hearing this, the old priest heard that his well-cultivated temper almost got angry, but he held back his temper in the end. Obviously, this white-haired tiger tribe may have some relationship with the White Tiger King, and the tiger tribe is The royal family among the foreign races, and the country is connected with the bear people, which made the old priest full of fear.

Afterwards, after the old priest asked a few questions, he sent the tiger tribe away.

The questions were almost the same, and everyone's answers were similar. In a few words, the old priest understood what was going on.

"Yechen, you actually killed so many Wu Zong!" The old priest froze in place, his whole body trembling as if his heart was overwhelmed.

He knew that this time, the foreign race suffered heavy losses.

"By the way, Yechen, where is Yechen?" the old priest asked.

Everyone shook their heads, and at the same time, Wu Zong of a lion clan said in a deep voice: "If we can still see Yechen when we come out, how can we come out alive? Old priest, keep guarding, Yechen must still be there in."

Suddenly, the old priest reacted and said loudly, "Not good!"

Before anyone could ask, the old priest said loudly: "Why didn't he guard the exit? Why?"

Thinking of some possibility, the old priest's body trembled even more.

Faced with many doubts, the old priest said in a trembling tone: "Yechen, I'm afraid he has already come out."

"What, that's impossible. We didn't see any people coming out together." A genius of the Yingren tribe said. Their Yingren tribe had the sharpest eyes. He was sure that he didn't see Yechen when he came out.

"Alas!" the old priest Xiong Lan sighed, "The Empire of Death has a very obscure method called shadow art, which few people know, but I was lucky enough to have seen it once, it is a method of hiding the body in the shadow of other people. The secret technique was originally a method used by ghost guards to assassinate people, and only advanced ghost guards can master it. Now I am worried that Ye Chen will also use this method."

(End of this chapter)