"If it really doesn't work, I can only leave Haotian Academy and stay in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a while. When I am promoted to the realm of the King of War, I will go to the Ye family immediately."

Ye Xingchen really couldn't think of a solution, so he could only stop thinking about it for the time being.

After all, he is still trapped in the Sword Emperor's Tomb, and no matter what, he has to go out and talk about it.

Moreover, with the isolation of the Sword Emperor Tomb, it is difficult for the other party to find him, the "murderer".

After all, Ye Xingchen did not have the strength to truly kill the young saint son.

"I just don't know which family of war gods this guy comes from? Forget it, wait for Brother Ji to come back to ask him. Among the family of war gods, there should not be many people practicing swordsmanship." Ye Xingchen shook his head and walked towards Fang Yiming who fainted.

After checking Fang Yiming's breathing and pulse, Ye Xingchen breathed a little relieved, knowing that the other party was just shocked by the sword intent, and he would wake up naturally in a while.

Sure enough, in just a moment, Fang Yiming murmured, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ye Xingchen who was close to him in a daze, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Ye, I didn't expect that we would come to hell together, and it's not in vain for us to have a relationship."

This guy obviously thought he was dead and came to hell.

Ye Xingchen rolled his eyes, then smiled and said, "What are you talking about? We are not dead yet, look around."

"Ah?" Fang Yiming was stunned when he heard this, then quickly looked around and found that they were still opposite the stone road. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "How could it be? Brother Ye, what about that guy? Did you knock him away? I saw that you seemed to have controlled the natal sword essence in the end..."

"Yes, I did control the natal sword essence and killed him. We are safe now." Ye Xingchen said with a smile.

"Hahaha, if you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune!" Fang Yiming laughed when he heard this, but then started coughing again. After all, he was still exhausted and even felt a little confused in his mind. This was shocked by the sword intent, and it would take some time to fully recover.

Seeing his status, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but say, "You have a rest first and restore your strength. We will find Si Kou Guanyu later and open the last level together."

"Yeah, OK!" Fang Yiming nodded.

However, at this moment, a sound of footsteps came not far away.

Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming looked at each other, and they were both a little regretful.

"Is it Si Kou Guanyu? This guy didn't go through the last level and ran here?" Fang Yiming said in confusion.

Ye Xingchen shook his head and said, "Impossible, Si Kou Guanyu is not so stupid. Moreover, why did he come here? There is no young saint son chasing him."

"Who could that be?" Fang Yiming stared at the opposite side of the stone road.

There was a ruin there, which was destroyed by the natal sword element before. Behind the ruins, a vague figure became clearer and clearer.

Ye Xingchen's eyes froze, and his face suddenly changed: "This is impossible!"

The vague figure became clearer and clearer, revealing the appearance of the young saint.

Fang Yiming screamed in fear: "How could this happen? That guy was not dead? How is this possible? Is he a ghost?"

Opposite the stone road, the figure of the young saint son became clearer and clearer. He held a long sword in one hand and raised it in his chest with the other. He seemed to be holding something in his palm, and was walking over with a cold face.

It was not until the crossroads that the young saint stopped. He looked at Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming opposite him coldly: "It's very surprising, sorry, right?"

Ye Xingchen looked calm: "You can't block that sword."

Fang Yiming next to him looked panicked: "Brother Ye, this guy can't kill him, we're done this time."

Ye Xingchen shook his head, stared at the young saint opposite him, and said, "No one can't be killed!"

The corners of the young saint's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer: "Of course, no one can't kill, and I can't stop that sword. However, I don't need to block that sword at all..."

As he said that, the young Saint Son slowly spread the palm that was raised to his chest, revealing a broken jade pendant.

"This jade pendant..." Ye Xingchen looked at the jade pendant in the palm of the young saint son, and his eyes flashed.

The young saint son grabbed it, crushed the broken jade pendant, and threw it away. He looked at Ye Xingchen coldly, with the cold murderous intent in his eyes becoming stronger and stronger: "This is the Baili teleportation talisman, which is the escape treasure I have spent years of savings in my family. After refining it, it can be activated with just one thought and can be teleported to any place within Baili."

Speaking of this, the young saint's face turned twisted. He stared at his red eyes and shouted with murderous aura: "This is my life-saving treasure. I didn't expect that I would be wasted by you two mortals. Even if you kill you a hundred times, you can't afford to pay."

Rumble...

Under the roar of the young saint, there was a tremor around him.

Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming were already stunned.

"There is such a treasure? Wouldn't it be possible to save your life when you meet the War Emperor?" Fang Yiming looked shocked.

Ye Xingchen smiled bitterly. No wonder he couldn't kill him if he had such a treasure.

That's right, the other party comes from a family of God of War after all, so it would be strange if there are no treasures that can save lives.

"It seems that I will die here this time, alas..." Ye Xingchen sighed. He was helpless now. After all, his natal sword essence is gone, and Fang Yiming's red gold armor is useless.

I will definitely die this time.

"Hahaha..." The young saint son across the Shizi Road smiled grimly, looking at the desperate faces of Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming, and he smiled gloomyly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you so simply. I will cut you piece by piece and let you die in pain, so that I can be worthy of my hundred-mile teleportation talisman."

"Then come!" Ye Xingchen gritted his teeth, threw Fang Yiming behind, held the black sword, and his face full of fighting spirit.

Since he is going to die, he will die in battle, and it is not in vain to come to this world for a walk.

"Boom..." Suddenly, the earth shook, the surrounding walls shaking, and the entire space seemed to collapse.

"What's going on?" Fang Yiming's scream came.

At this time, huge rocks fell on the top of the head, and huge "cracks" were cracked on the ground, which even cut off the gravel road.

Moreover, Ye Xingchen saw the figure of the young saint son opposite him getting farther and farther away from him.

No, it is the cracks between them that are getting bigger and bigger, leading them in two directions.

"No..." The young saint roared angrily on his face. He stepped up in the air and wanted to fly towards Ye Xingchen. He was the King of War and could fly.

But there were too many huge rocks falling above the head. These stones looked like hills, and soon drowned the young saint.

After he rushed out of these stones, he could no longer see Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming.
Chapter completed!