Undead War God

The violent atmosphere gradually subsided, and Meng Zhan stared at Ye Chen with cold eyes, but said nothing.

In the first battle just now, he used “Daoxin Seed Magic” to cast 10000 Yue Fashen, but he still failed to defeat Ye Chen, so shameful, the more he refuted, it only made him look more stupid.

Ye Chen gradually put away the ridicule, his eyes became indifferent.

To tell the truth, the strength of Mongolian warfare is very strong. It is almost the strongest talented young man he has ever encountered. If Ye Chen does not have a lot of cards, he will undoubtedly lose in the fierce round just now, and he will still be defeated.

With such strength, it is no wonder that Mongolian warfare will be so arrogant and overbearing. His existence is by no means comparable to Yu Chen’s. The number one genius in Muhua mainland is well-deserved.

Slamming!

In the void, Mongolian warfare moved again. I saw that his palms passed, the space was torn, and a space crack appeared there. The overbearing aura of terrifying actually diffused from the space crack.

Hum!

Another buzz came out, and the palm of the war again shattered void, and it was getting faster and faster, and a path of space crack stacked there seemed to form a weird pattern.

At this moment, the Mongolian war was shrouded in tumultuous breath, the light of the demonic path, the light of the right path, and the two rays of light intertwined with each other. Like chaos, the Mongolian war was enchanted and dazzling.

“I wanted to make this move at a critical moment, and it seems to be revealed in advance.” Meng Zhan said with a self-care, his palm penetrated into the Space Crack. Suddenly, an overbearing and austere breath washed away. Come out and let the chaotic space freeze.

“What a terrifying power.” Ye Chen felt his body trembling, his eyes condensed there, and he always felt that there was something terrifying hidden in the space crack that made him hold his breath.

“Just stop here!”

At this moment, Xuanyuanzheng’s voice sounded, followed by the sound. At the moment when the sound came, his silhouette stood in the middle of Ye Chen and Mongolian battle, his hands flicked, the wind rose into the sky, 2 Everyone flew out.

The force of terror disappeared, space returned to calm, and nothing seemed to happen.

“The consultation is not over yet, but Senior is so partial to Ye Chen, it seems a little unfair!” Meng Zhan’s face was angry, he was about to use his tricks, but was stopped by Xuanyuan Zheng, inevitably there was a suspicion of helping Ye Chen secretly.

“As I said just now, this battle is an exchange, not a Life and Death Battle, and the two sides will stop.” Xuan Yuanzheng stared a bit coldly at the battle, saying: “even more how, you have already understood Ye Chen’s Strength, no longer under you, this is enough, if you want to fight, after entering the Wooden God Palace, you can kill as you like. “

At the 2nd level, Xuanyuanzheng has explained in detail and does not prohibit assassination. Whoever can get the blood of Divine Essence of Blood can win the top spot.

He stared at Xuanyuan Zheng with all his eyes, gritted his teeth and sneered, and said to Ye Chen: “This time, even if you are lucky, if you encounter in the wooden God Palace, you will definitely die.”

Let’s say, Mongolian war turned and stepped into the seventh portal, and the silhouette disappeared immediately. He has been here for a long time, and continued to procrastinate instead.

After you have won the blood of Divine Essence, this grudge will be ended slowly!

Ye Chen looked at the back of Meng Zhan’s departure, and thought deeply, what Meng Zhan said was not arrogant words, he must have some trump card cards to dare to be so arrogant.

“You have the Eternal Body Skill, but you can’t beat this guy, it’s really boring.” At this time, Tian Wuxiao came over like a 100 boring, and said angrily, it seemed to disdain Ye Chen’s strength.

Ye Chen’s face sank, and he said, “If you feel uncomfortable, you can look for Mongolian battles, and don’t just open your mouth.”

“That guy, too weak, I can’t look down on you.” Mongolian war shrugged, stepped towards the 9th portal, immediately left the stone platform, and for a while, promised a big stone platform, leaving only Ye Chen one person.

“This guy is really annoying.” Ye Chen gave a defamation in his heart, unable to understand what Tian Wuxiao was thinking.

“Although this person is not embarrassing, I can see that he really wants to help you.” Xuanyuan Zheng walked to Ye Chen’s side, and his voice dropped, making Ye Chen’s eyes slightly fixed.

It is true that no matter what Tian Wuxiao is thinking, doing, or elusive, but all his actions are helping Ye Chen, and every help is at a critical moment.

This is also the point that makes Ye Chen most puzzled. He doesn’t know Tian Wuxiao, why he wants to help so hard.

“It’s getting late, you should quickly enter the Wooden God Palace.” Xuan Yuanzheng promptly reminded, Ye Chen heavily nodded, bowed to him, and stepped into the tenth portal.

A buzzing sounded, and the next moment, Ye Chen felt only a strong strength of Space acting on his body, which made his body burst into the void instantly.

The body was shaking violently for a brief moment, and Ye Chen came to another space.

Steady in shape, Ye Chen stepped slowly on the ground, his eyes looking around, and began to look at the space.

Here, it seems to be a secret room, with a breath of breath floating around it. On the front side, there are 3 walls surrounded by pictures, apart from this, there is nothing.

“Is this the studio?” Ye Chen was a little surprised and looked forward. Each picture was so exquisite and lifelike, as if the temperament and charm of the characters were reflected in the painting paper.

“Among the 9 gods, Mu Shen is the most lonely and proficient in all kinds of left-hand ways. Presumably he also has a high level of accomplishment in the way of painting and calligraphy. He is really a strange person.” Ye Chen thought of this, and the pictures before him were gone The meaning of surprise was appreciation.

Stepping out, Ye Chen looked towards a picture ahead.

It was a pair of Sea Territory thunder maps. Below, there were paintings of Taotao waves, which rose up in the wind, and rolled up the sky of 1000 feet, but on the top of the sky, there were heavy dark clouds. Thunderbolt flickered in the clouds. Come, with the overbearing force, drooping, as if to split Sea Territory.

From this picture alone, Ye Chen gave birth to an illusion, as if in front of him, a path of violent thunderbolt appeared, which was moved towards him, and was extremely real, terrifying.

The body shivered a bit, Ye Chen stepped back a few steps in a row, and densely packed sweat dripped from his forehead. Although it was just a look, the feeling was too real, and he couldn’t watch it for a long time.

“Wood Divine Pill Green, even if it is a random stroke, can make the picture have a touch of charm. If there is a killing intent in this picture, I am afraid that I am already a corpse.”

Ye Chen secretly said in one’s heart, God, is the master of True Spirit World and the existence of Supreme. Although he is not weak, he is far worse than such a terrorist.

Ye Chen continued to move, and he paused for a moment before each picture. From the charm in the picture, he quietly felt the pen of Dan Qing from the wooden god, and thus realized his deficiency.

Soon, Ye Chen came to the third stone wall, which is different from the other two stone walls. There are only a few portraits of people hanging on it, and each portrait is so fuzzy.

“En?” Ye Chen couldn’t help expressing her expression when she saw these portraits.

I don’t know why, when his eyes touched these portraits, his 2 ancient Totems in Yuanhai began to tremble with restlessness, and a resonance was heard.