Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 592 Who else is dissatisfied?
Outside the tavern, there was a complete silence, and no one saw how Ye Cheng made his move.

Seeing this scene, the eight holy ancestors in the tavern were all cold. Just now they suspected that it was not Ye Chengzhen who killed the three ancient ancestors. Behind him, there was another expert who was inconvenient to appear , Manipulating everything, now they will never doubt again.

Being able to slap Feiyun with a sword in front of the eight holy ancestors, and make him kneel outside without any mistakes, this method alone is shocking to heaven and man, not comparable to these holy ancestors!

'How did he do it? 'Wang Youruo's eyes were full of horror, she held her breath, her breasts heaving violently.

Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua and other holy ancestors all froze and stayed where they were.

"It's too powerful, no wonder Xiao'er lost to him..." Ling Xiaotian, the ancestor of the Ling clan, lowered his head, not daring to meet Ye Cheng's gaze.

"This……"

The people outside looked at each other in blank dismay, their eyes bulging out, making a holy ancestor kneel down was more shocking than killing him.

You must know that the ancestor of the ancient clan represents the face of the ancient clan.

"what!"

Yun Yijian let out a loud roar, and the ancient sword behind him roared, piercing through the scabbard in an instant, gushing out, full of killing intent.

"If you are told to kneel, you will be kneeling. If you dare to move rashly, you will be killed immediately." Ye Cheng sneered, not joking.

"Om..."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, inside and outside the tavern, the pot exploded, and the crowd was boiling.

Yun Yijian's old face was even more flushed, his eyes were about to burst, and he said angrily: "Zhuzi, you are deceiving people too much, even if this old man dies, I won't accept you!"

"Ahhh! Sword up!"

Yun Yijian roared wildly, stomping his feet on the ground, he rose into the night, the ancient sword in the sword box behind his back broke through the shackles of the sword box, and fell into Yun Yijian's hands like a dragon.

"Ow!"

This ancient sword clanged, and within its body, it seemed to imprison a real dragon.

"Zhuzi, this old man has practiced swords for 8000 years, and he has beheaded several saint-level powerhouses! You brat, if you dare to make this old man kneel down, this old man will kill you!"

Yun Yijian yelled violently. He stood above the void, holding the sword in one hand, gathering a powerful momentum. Around him, hundreds of sword glows rushed out, linking with the sky, gorgeous and Dazzling, almost tearing the void, it seems to penetrate Xiaohan, the momentum is extremely amazing!

"Hiss! What a terrifying sword aura. As expected of the ancestor of the Yun Clan, he claims that there is nothing in the world that he can't cut through with a single sword!" A semi-sacred existence stood in the crowd, trembling with excitement, watching Xiang Yun Yijian's eyes were full of worship and respect.

"Everything can be cut open with a single sword, so magnificent!" Another half-sage sighed softly.

The rest of the monks were all stunned. When had they ever seen such a formation? This is an ancient sage who personally shot.

"Clang!"

Yun Yijian's long gray hair fluttered, and his eyes were extremely fierce, like a fierce tiger. The entire tavern was enveloped by his sword intent, and he cut it down with one sword!
"Yun Yijian, are you even going to kill us?"

The other ancestors in the tavern were terrified and couldn't help yelling.

These ancestor-level powerhouses, leading the young people in their clan, quickly exited the tavern. The ancestors were terrified. This sword is really terrifying.

Even the saint-level powerhouses felt the overwhelming killing intent. If they didn't retreat, they would still be in the tavern, and they would probably fall with them!

"It's over, it's over..."

The owner of the tavern was trembling with fright. He sat down on the ground and looked up at the sky. His eyes were full of horror. The ancestor of the ancient clan personally shot him. How could his tavern be spared?

I could only kneel down and pray, hoping for a miracle to happen.

All the ancient sages retreated, Ye Cheng sat firmly in the tavern, poured a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Buzz!"

The void split open, and the sword glow that Yun Yijian slashed finally arrived, and it was about to split the tavern open.

The holy ancestors stood in the void with indifference in their eyes.

"The Chinese people are too arrogant. Even if he can kill the saint, if he doesn't avoid the sword of the ancestor of the Yun clan, he will not survive!" Wang Tianhua, the ancestor of the royal family, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Grandfather, do you mean that Ye Cheng will really die?" Wang Youruo looked at Wang Tianhua, her beautiful eyes were full of complexities.

"Death is certain, even I can't guarantee that I can take this sword!" Wang Tianhua shook his head lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Youruo's delicate body trembled slightly.

"when!"

At this moment, a burst of bell sounded, like a yellow bell, the originally boiling sky became quiet in an instant, and the bell sounded long and long, as if it came from the beginning of the heaven and the earth, long and long.

"This is……"

All the ancestors at the scene were shocked. In their ears, they seemed to hear nothing else, only this bell sound was left.

Time almost stood still.

Everyone looked at the tavern, and saw a big black bell attacking in the tavern. It pierced the void and lay in front of the tavern. The sword energy cut by Yun Yijian fell on the black bell. There was not even a single trace left on the big clock. The big black clock directly melted the sword energy and pressed towards Yun Yijian.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, and the sky and the earth were about to turn pale. At a glance, the sky was split open, and the big black bell, with its destructive power, moved towards Yun Yijian to suppress it.

"what!"

Yun Yijian let out a scream, and used all kinds of means, even the fairy sword in his hand, it was chopped off, and landed on the big black bell. A holy-level Taoist soldier, like a clay sculpture, instantly It exploded, turned into countless fragments, and scattered around.

A scene that made everyone terrified appeared, even though Yun Yijian used all his means, all kinds of magic weapons that had been sacrificed for many years were sacrificed, and the brilliant light surged in the void. So, still unable to block the footsteps of that black bell!

Under the power of the black bell, all the instruments were reduced to ashes.

The black clock is coming!

"puff!"

Yun Yijian's body was torn apart, turned into countless blood and bones, scattered and splattered, and his Nascent Soul was wiped out by the black bell, all of which happened in an instant.

The audience was dead silent, and everyone stopped breathing.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it?The ancestor-level powerhouse was killed with one blow. No matter what methods he tried, he couldn't save his life, and even the Nascent Soul couldn't escape!

"One hit kill?"

Everyone was stunned, Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua, Ling Xiaotian and others were frozen in place, and the group of juniors from the ancient clan were even more astonished.Wang Youruo stood behind the royal patriarch, her pretty face was blushing, her breath was blue, and she was very excited.

"Ancestor..."

Everyone in the Yun clan was so frightened that their faces paled. Their ancestors were all suppressed and killed. Could it be that the Yun clan wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans?
Thinking of this, all the members of the Yun Clan were filled with despair and their bodies were trembling.

"when!"

The bell rang faintly, and the black bell in the void rang softly, and flew back to the tavern quickly, turning into a size of a foot, hanging above Ye Cheng's head, and hanging down thousands of black chaotic air. At this moment, Ye Chengru The Heavenly Emperor Linchen stepped out of the tavern, stood at the door, and scanned the crowd.

"Who else doesn't agree?"

Ye Cheng spoke lightly, with a calm tone, but it hit everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt.

Everyone's body trembled slightly.

The eight holy ancestors of the ancient clan looked at Ye Cheng with unbelievable eyes. They all thought that Ye Cheng was doomed and would fall under this sword!
But who would have thought that at the last moment, Ye Cheng sacrificed a big black bell, launched a jedi counterattack, and strongly countered and killed the ancestor of the cloud clan.

Facing Ye Cheng's question, no one dared to speak. When Ye Cheng's eyes swept over, everyone lowered their heads in fear. Even the ancestors of the ancient clan did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Great, great, we are not dead, thank God, thank God!"

At this moment, the owner of the tavern let out a burst of surprise laughter. He and the shop waiter wept with joy and hugged each other to celebrate the rest of their life after the catastrophe. Even the holy ancestor dared not speak. Unexpectedly, an ordinary mortal, The owner of the tavern dared to laugh.

A strange feeling flashed through everyone's hearts.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the owner of the tavern stepped forward, closed the door of the tavern, and sealed the windows, as if he was not going to let these 'big shots' in again.

Seeing this, the corners of the mouths of all the cultivation bases twitched slightly. If these big men wanted to enter this tavern, even if he installed ten or a hundred gates, they would not be able to stop the ancestor's footsteps.

Ye Cheng didn't intend to go back to the tavern either. He ascended to the sky, looked down at the ancestors, and said with a sneer, "What? If no one answers, then everyone has something to say about me."

"when!"

The Chaos Clock trembled slightly, and the bell sounded again, which shocked all the ancestors of the ancient clan, with goosebumps all over their bodies, thinking that Ye Cheng was going to attack someone, and they all retreated rapidly in the void as if they were facing an enemy .

"No no!"

"I have nothing against you!"

The remaining eight ancestors of the ancient clan stepped back and spoke in fear.

Ye Cheng's divine power is unrivaled in the world. With that big black clock in his hand, he is almost invincible, and all the holy ancestors bowed their heads.

"Since there is no objection, what does it mean that you nine holy ancestors gathered here and blocked me here?" Ye Cheng sneered again and again.

He didn't believe that these nine holy ancestors all came to worship him, and there must be a special purpose for appearing here together.If it weren't for his amazing strength, killing the ancestor of the cloud clan with one blow and completely shocking the remaining eight ancestors, these people would probably join forces to attack him!
In the Ziwei Starfield, the twelve ancient clans, one prospers all, one loses all. He even wiped out the Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans, and it is impossible for the rest of the ancient clans to ignore them. Their joint appearance here today is the best proof.

If it wasn't for Ye Cheng's display of divine power, these people might have already besieged and killed him!

"This……"

The other eight holy ancestors all looked at each other, unable to speak a word. They did have different intentions, but at this moment, all the different ideas disappeared. The means shown by Ye Cheng made everyone feel that this son is invincible!

If possible, they hope that they will never appear here.

"In that case, give me an explanation, otherwise I will visit your ancestral land in person. I don't need to tell you what will happen then?"

Ye Cheng's expression was indifferent, and the chaotic clock above his head was up and down, interweaving pieces of laws of order, which made all the ancestors of the ancient clan tremble with fear.

'It's too scary, this son has the appearance of enlightenment!To be against him is to push yourself and the family behind you to a dead end! 'You holy ancestors have long since lost their will to fight.

"My Yuan Clan is willing to send a 10-year-old medicine king and 1000 million spirit stones, hoping to get forgiveness from Daoist Ye!" The Yuan Clan's ancestor was the first to speak. Like a sword, he was beheaded by Ye Cheng.

At their level, as long as they don't die, there is nothing they can't give up. A 10-year-old medicine king is indeed precious, but compared to life, it is insignificant.

"My Feng Clan is also willing to send a 10-year-old medicine king, plus 1000 million spirit stones..."

"My Zhou family is the same as above..."

"My Zhang family agrees to send a 10-year-old medicine king and 1000 million spirit stones. I hope Fellow Daoist Ye will stop pursuing this matter..."

After the ancestor of the Yun clan spoke, the rest of the ancestors also rushed to speak.

"Om..."

The crowd exploded, and everyone opened their mouths wide. The ancestor of the ancient clan actually asked for peace in person, and even sent a 10-year-old medicine king to pray for the forgiveness of the people in front of him. They felt incredible, as if they were dreaming , very unreal.

"Each clan pays three 10-year-old medicine kings and 100 million top-grade spirit stones, this matter can be uncovered!" Ye Cheng said indifferently.

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, the eight holy ancestors almost jumped up from the ground, like cats whose tails had been trampled on, they were extremely furious, even Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua, and Ling Xiaotian felt a lump in their hearts anger.

'unacceptable!In an ancient clan, there are at most three or four Herb Kings, and he wants three directly. Isn't this driving people to a dead end? '

"Three medicine kings, 100 million top-quality spirit stones, he really dares to speak, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to eat it to death!" '

The eight holy ancestors dared not speak out, their eyes were bloodshot, and the atmosphere of the scene fell into a strange state.

Those ordinary monks, with a creepy feeling, kept retreating, feeling that the situation was not good.

(End of this chapter)