Undead War God

Ye Chen and the others stepped into the palace, glanced around, not at all the solemn imagination, but filled with a breath of death.

The Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion has been vacant since the fall of the Heavenly Blood King, and now it has been hundreds of years, it will naturally become dead and decay.

“That’s the Profound Truth spar?” At this point, Nie Feng exclaimed.

The crowd looked around, and saw a stone pillar in front of them, the rays of light on it flashing, which was inlaid with one after another dazzling jade stone, one after another pure Profound Truth’s power was released from it, pure and nothing Impurities are all precious Profound Truth spar.

Roughly estimated, there are no less than 100 Profound Truth crystals on this superb stone pillar, which can be picked up almost at any time.

“Slow!” Seeing Nie Feng was approaching, Ye Chen reached out and stopped him. “It seems weird.”

The crowd looked at each other, but they saw Ye Chen stepping up, turning their right hand into the palm, going from the top to the bottom, rushing back in a frantic manner, and palming the wind, there actually appeared 1000 100 phantoms, hitting again in the air.

The cracking sound of ka-cha sounded. It seemed that something was broken. Everyone looked forward. The stone pillar covered with Profound Truth spar disappeared. In front of it, nothing was visible. It could only be seen on the wall. An obscure inscription appeared.

“Is the fantasy formation just now?” Ye Yao asked in amazement, so clever illusion, she didn’t even notice it in time, she could not feel the breath of the formation mark at all.

“Everyone must be careful. The fantasy formation just now comes from Zhenming. It will not emit the breath of the Yuan array. Fortunately, this is only a fantasy formation, not a Killing Formation.” Ye Chen reminded everyone that they were afraid to be sloppy. Yuan Zhen also has several points of knowledge, but he has no idea about the long-lost Zhen Ming.

“Let’s go.” Ye Chen stood in the first place, and moved towards the other directions of the palace. At the same time, he also felt doubts. The King of the Blood God took pains to save his Legacy inheritance in the Temple of Heaven. Why put on a plaque? Did he have long thought that someone other than Saint Race would enter the Heavenly Blood Holy Palace?

With doubts in his heart, Ye Chen parted his mind and entered the Yongfeng Ancient Tower.

“I’m not too clear about this.” Xue Lao heard Ye Chen’s doubts, and his face was a little dignified: “At the time, the Old Master blocked the Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion. Except him, everyone was expelled. We all know nothing, but it is certain that no one can secretly enter the holy palace. “

The blood old is so eloquent, Ye Chen can only stop, throwing doubts to beyond the topmost clouds.

Ye Chen and the others continued to walk through the palace, where there are many lofts and courtyard courts, just like a party Tiny World.

But unfortunately, they still couldn’t find any treasures, even the trace of the spiritual material, as if they had been ransacked a long time ago, and nothing was left.

What’s even more weird is that as they go deeper into the palace, more and more formations are encountered. At first, there are only fantasy formations, followed by Killing Formation and defense formations. There are endless stream of formations. Fortunately, these formations are not high-level Ye Chen, with his own understanding of Zhenming, didn’t have much hindrance.

At this time, Ye Chen and the others came to a great hall. The great hall was extremely quaint and outdated. In front of the great hall, there was a huge stone towering, and a large gold lacquered letter was written: Holy.

This word is strong and powerful, which seems to contain ancient aura, which makes people can not help but straighten their backs, dare not look at it at will.

Ye Chen slowly pushed the door open, and a sound came out. Among the old great halls inside, there were 3 walls surrounded by nothing, only a few ink portraits hanging on the front wall. , Lifelike.

Bang!

When the eyes touched these portraits, Ye Chen and the others suddenly felt their heads buzzing. It seemed that there was a magnificent force directly pressing on them, making their souls tremble, and they were afraid to even breathe, for fear of breaking. The tranquility of the space.

“Just the portrait, it has such terrifying power.” Ye Chen took a breath and stepped into the great hall, setting his eyes on the portrait.

The first portrait is a white clothed man with five officers, resolute, long spear, standing on the top of the sky, looking around the earth, full of the proud atmosphere of the world, as if in his eyes, World’s All Living Things It is overbearing to acknowledge allegiance at his feet.

Taking a look at the portrait, Ye Chen Yuanhai’s 2 ancient Totems trembled unconsciously, especially the most violent Flying-Pig Totem, which was unprecedentedly quiet, and even had a shiver coldly feeling, revealing a hint of acknowledgement allegiance breath.

“This portrait is painted by Qin Jingyu, the first king of Saint Race.”

The blood-sounding voice came, like a thunder, strikes in Ye Chen’s mind, let him all look aside, startled, the gunman in front of him is actually the King of Saint Race, and, of the Saint family, The first king was the ancestor of Supreme.

“No wonder Flying-Pig Totem will be so afraid. It faces the ancestor of Saint Race. Although it is only a portrait, such a powerhouse of supreme existence, even if it is a look, is probably enough to make the Holy Powerhouse courage entirely to break. The power of terror. “Ye Chen was astonished, as if through the portrait, he could feel the terror power of the former King of Saint Race.

The second portrait is a woman who is beautiful and makes people unable to extricate themselves at a glance. At the same time, she also contains a strong British spirit, holding a Xiu Jian, revealing a killing atmosphere, even Ye Chen must look up, Can’t face straight.

“This girl is my second-generation King of Saint Race, named Qin Luoxi. It was under her leadership that Saint Race was able to stand on the Hidden Dragon World without falling, her reputation, like thunder piercing the ear, in one fell swoop. Push Saint Race to Peak Realm, claiming to be the Empress of the Martial Arts. “Xue Lao explained softly, his voice full of respect.

“Let the woman lead the Saint Race and claim to be the empress?” Ye Chen was even surprised, but soon returned to normal.

True Yuan World, take martial arts as honor, Hidden Dragon World, why not, even more prevalent Martial Dao, this woman is extremely strong, and has a strong heart, can make Saint patriarch prosperous, naturally has become Qualifications for the King of Saint Race.

Eyes moved and landed on the third portrait. The moment he saw this portrait, Ye Chen only felt his body trembling, and an inexplicable familiarity appeared.

The person who paints is different from the mighty Emperor Shengwu and the domineering of the first emperor. It is ordinary and there is nothing strange, but if you look carefully, there is a wonderful charm in his eyes, as if he is proud of the world The Supreme style is just like the simplicity of the local people. The dark eyes are unshakable, as deep as the endless starry sky.

“En?” Ye Chen’s eyes were frozen, he felt faintly, that Yongfeng Guta within the body was actually inexplicably agitated, as if to break out of his body, completely out of his control.

With a slight frown on his brows, Ye Chen looked again towards the third portrait, and found under the portrait, a line of vigorous handwriting was written: “The Prince of Saint Race, famous for his release, but unfortunately fell into the hands of the traitor. Look at its portrait as a mourning. “

“Prince of Saint Race, Shi Tian is famous!” Ye Chen shuddered slightly, and he suddenly understood why Yongfeng Ancient Tower became so weird, because the man in front of him, named Qin Shitian, was Yongfeng Ancient. The true owner of the tower!