"In just three days, I can actually break through the shackles from the Furnace Realm to the Golden Marrow Realm!"

"This is too fast..."

Many people don’t believe it, but the aura in front of them that belongs to the Golden Marrow Realm is slapping them in the face all the time.

The eighth level of blood to the nineth level is a process of qualitative change, and it requires an extremely huge foundation to complete this transformation.

Generally, it is considered very fast to practice a Jiazi in the Fu Chuan Realm, and then make every effort to break through the Golden Marrow Realm.

"But why is his Golden Marrow Realm not gold-transparent, but a nine-colored glass texture?"

Many people saw this scene and asked the seniors around them.

Those seniors could not know, so they could only say with a humming voice: "This kind of glass body is a more powerful and perfect existence than a gold-transparent body, and no one has completed it in the ages."

Threads of nine-colored glass light spread on the surface of Su Chen's skin, like an immortal and god descending to earth, with a handsome and ethereal posture, fascinating a large number of women.

Even the normal straight man couldn't help but look at his body a little longer.

"You go play while you're playing."

Su Chen fell to the ground and showed a playful smile.

While speaking, he bounced his fingers, and a pink divine pattern quickly condensed, turning into lightning and blending into Sanlongduo's body.

"What did you do!"

Sanrondo felt that there was an extra mark in his body.

And the more he wanted to remove it, the more painful he would feel in his body and soul.

"Be obedient and you will not die."

Su Chen left these eight words and stepped into the palace of the Heavenly Prison.

The cold and solemn Senhan felt that came over the surface. Almost the moment he entered the palace, the dark feeling came instantly.

There is no decoration in the empty and cold hall, it is just the surface of the Heavenly Prison.

The Heavenly Prison of the Yongqin Dynasty was based on the eighteenth level of hell and constantly digging into the ground. The deeper the sin, the more it was, the lower it was.

Some people who have a relationship with Su Chen, such as the Nalan family, Shen family, and Su family, are detained on the third floor.

Because at most they are only indirect and not direct.

For example, Nalan Suhe, Yun Jun, and those close to Su Chen were detained on the eighteenth floor underground, the last floor.

Of course he could not know about these in advance. The moment the soul-capturing divine pattern entered Sanglongduo's body, as long as it was something Su Chen wanted to know, the stone mirror would immediately be displayed.

"Someone is coming again!"

A strange laughter came from the depths of the darkness of the palace.

Immediately afterwards, there were some creepy and gloomy smiles: "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

This creepy laughter makes people feel like a group of crazy guys gathered together.

Anyway, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Su Chen frowned slightly, directly radiated the pressure of his spiritual consciousness, and spoke coldly: "Shut up!"

The two words fell like thunder, making the entire palace quiet instantly.

In the darkness, the people in the cells on both sides became honest in an instant, and many of them showed fear and delusions on the boy.

In the Qianqing Palace.

"Damn it!"

Qin Hengding had a ferocious face, and there was a water curtain in front of him, in which all the pictures of Su Chen could be clearly observed.

This water curtain was manifested in combination with the palace formation. As long as it was what he wanted to see, there would be no place in the palace that he could not see.

When Sanlongduo was defeated by Su Chen, he angrily smashed a treasure worth hundreds of fourth-grade spirit stones.

Originally, it was to show how powerful the foundation of the Yongqin royal family was, but in the end it would still increase Su Chen's momentum.

"It's really useless!"

He calmed down and cursed angrily, calmed down for a moment, looked at the white figure in the water curtain stepping into the Tianzhu Palace, and then the corner of his mouth flew high, revealing a cold smile: "The old national teacher has been sent by me, so I don't believe you can resist the old national teacher!"

...

In the Tianlao Palace, Su Chen had already walked downstairs into the third underground floor.

And at the entrance of the third underground floor, there was a figure waiting there quietly.

In front of him was a man wearing a dark green court suit and embroidered with green bamboo on his chest. He should have made people feel refreshed, but when it is blended with the surrounding environment, it will only make others feel that he is a messenger from hell.

Su Chen noticed that his hair was covered with a good flawless jade crown. His eyes were beautiful, deep and blue as deep as the sea in the middle of the night, and cold as the sea in the middle of the night. His nose was like hanging on the beam, his lips were like pills, and his skin was like cream.

This man is perfect, and his unique and distinctive appearance is also very clear in his memory.

Feeling a hint of coldness on him, the man still lowered his eyes and immersed in his own world.

It seemed as if the two of them had been standing like this for a long time, the man finally spoke: "You are here."

Three words, each word can feel stiffness and coldness.

"Prince Yeling."

Su Chen spoke and looked at the tall man in front of him.

As if he had become aware of this, the man in front of him had this paralyzed face, like an iceberg that never melted for thousands of years.

The man was slightly stunned when he heard Su Chen call him Prince Yeling, his body fell indifferently on the other party, and his thin lips opened slightly: "You should call me Uncle!"

The last two words are very heavy, and then they are overwhelming with terrifying pressure.

"You deserve it too?"

Su Chen was standing there without fear at all.

He said lightly, "Where were you when my mother was arrested? Where were you when my father was pressed into the heavenly prison?"

Several series of questions were spoken from him like firecrackers, and they actually made the tall man speechless.

No, he has always been talking little.

"I think you are crazy. Your Majesty is your biological brother now! I wanted to wake you up today and don't continue to fight against your brother!"

The frosty and cold-faced Prince Ye Ling paused and sighed. The moment he raised his head, there was murderous intent in his cold eyes. He slowly said: "Now I have to kill you so that you can understand that Yongqin's heaven has changed now!"

The voice echoed in the dark cell corridor, and some prisoners in the cell felt the cold invasion and shivered in terror.

The strength of this prince is really terrible. Just standing here can change the temperature of the surrounding air.

This is a manifestation of the ultimate practice of martial arts.

Swish!

Without seeing Prince Yeling's figure shaking, his shadow disappeared from where he was originally standing.

The next moment, it appeared above Su Chen's head.

Prince Yeling drew his palm as a blade, and a white crescent moon blade fell from the sky.

The sword light almost condensed into substance, emitting a biting cold aura, as if even the blood was about to solidify under the sword light.

If it were an ordinary person, even his actions would become extremely slow, so he could only follow up obediently.

The crescent moon sword light looks simple and simple. In fact, even the innate masters of the Spiritual Occurrence Realm have to retreat.                                                                                                             

"Noisy!"

Su Chen has long been talking nonsense with him.

Without dodging, he also drove him with his fingers, and a cold and sharp sword light flew out of the sky.

Bang!

The sword light and sword shadows burst out in the center of the collision instantly, and the two figures opened the distance again.

"My little nephew, the emperor really can't bear to kill you."

Prince Yeling lamented, but the killing in his hand was not a trace of stopping.

In a blink of an eye, a green bamboo flute suddenly appeared in the corridor of the cell.

He reached out and grabbed it, held it in his hand, and placed it lightly under his lips.

"Woo--"

The pure and long flute sound came from the bamboo flute under his lips.

It was like crying, or confiding, the sound of the flute was like a thin thread that could not be cut, and sound waves spread out from it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the void, it resonates with the sound of the flute, and cracks in the void spread out from it.

"Music and Daoyun?"

Su Chen was slightly surprised.
To be continued...