Half an hour later, Daluo Palace.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sat on the first seat, and placed all kinds of delicacies in front of them, as well as the long-sleeved and good-looking singers dancing.

Emperor Pei Qinglan of Daluo sat on the dragon throne and led a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen frequently.

Although Ye Chen was not interested, he still responded with a smile on the face of the former's enthusiasm.

As if he noticed his thoughts, Xiao Hei put down his wine glass and said lightly: "Your Majesty, we are here today and we have something to ask for."

Emperor Daluo understood immediately, then clapped his hands, and the singer in front of everyone immediately retreated.

The former then looked at Ye Chen with awe: "I don't know what Emperor Ye needs to use Xiao Wang's."

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Ye wants to borrow His Majesty's wormhole to go to Tianfeng Sea. I wonder if it's possible?"

Emperor Daluo was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Ye Chen's request to be so simple, and then frowned.

"Of course, but Emperor Ye doesn't know that the situation in Tianfeng Sea is a bit complicated, but there is a need to use the places we wait for."

His out-of-word pleasing intention was self-evident. Not to mention that Ye Chen had helped him with great help before, Ye Chen was a real imperial realm.

No dynasty wants to give up the opportunity to befriend a powerful man in the Imperial realm.

Ye Chen was about to decline politely, but he heard the little underworld say, "If your Majesty really has this intention, you might as well lend us a few people."

Ye Chen couldn't help looking at him.

Xiao Hei whispered: "Master, since the emperor is willing to help, I might as well borrow a few thugs from him, which can be regarded as solving some trivial matters for us."

"I wonder who I want to borrow?" Emperor Daluo said in a daze.

A cunning look flashed in Xiao Hei's eyes: "I'll just lend you half of the power of Daluo Wu Holy Mountain!"

The so-called Wusheng Mountain is the residence specially built by the Daluo Dynasty for all Wushengs in Daluo territory, and is also known as the No. 1 mountain in Daluo.

On the Wusheng Mountain, there are more than thirty martial saints, and half of them are more than ten.

Emperor Daluo looked embarrassed and seemed to be hesitant, but then gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, as long as he can help Emperor Ye, Xiao Wang should help him."

After saying that, he glanced at the purple-clothed old man Wu Gaomin, who fell below, said, "Old Wu, let's count the number of people and go to Emperor Ye."

"Here."

Wu Gaomin stood up and replied.

...

This is a vast grassland, the atmosphere is very quiet, and several lonely wolves can be seen vaguely drinking water in the exposed shallows.

“Buzz…”

However, this tranquility was broken the next moment. The lone wolf, who had originally bowed his head and drank water, instantly fled away, as if he had encountered some terrifying event.

I saw that the blue void was twisted at this moment. When this distortion reached its peak, it seemed like a pair of invisible big hands tearing a hole in the void.

With the emergence of a huge gap, a shocking evil aura immediately swept out from the gap.

In the rich evil aura, a thin figure slowly walked out of the crack in the void.

When his eyes fell on the scene, too much appeared in his eyes: "Ye is back in the Tianfeng Sea."

Behind him, many figures led by Xiao Hei walked out, and then there was an army like a vicious energy, which was as strong as a stroke of ink in the air.

"Master, is this the Tianfeng Sea?" Xiao Hei, wearing black armor, raised his eyes and looked at the world.

Wu Gaomin sighed: "Wu once came to Tianfeng Sea once, but it was a long time ago, and the memories of the original ones have long faded..."

Seventeen figures stood behind him, and the breath that radiated made the void tremble faintly.

They were the seventeen martial saints of the Daluo Dynasty. Even if Ye Chen didn't take action, they would be enough to sweep the entire Tianfeng Sea.

Xiao Hei looked at Ye Chen in confusion: "Master, where are we going next?"

"Of course I'll go to Muwang Castle first!"

Ye Chen took a step forward and rushed towards the southeast with the direction in his memory. Xiao Hei and others hurriedly followed.

The group passed by thousands of miles along the way, and all they saw were devastated or those fighting. Obviously, in the month when Ye Chen disappeared, the Tianfeng Sea also experienced great turmoil.

"Someone is rushing towards this."

Ye Chen suddenly looked forward, then stopped his body, and his spiritual consciousness enveloped him.

During his senses, he saw that ten miles away, a group of people were rushing towards this side in panic, and behind him was a large group of people chasing him.

There was even a familiar voice from Ye Chen, which was an old man wearing zither clothes and extremely hunched.

It was the missing Nine Yang Sword Head.

"You can't escape from the people of Kunwu Holy Land. Those who know the truth will obediently fall to the ground and be bound. Maybe I, the Emperor Dali, can spare you all the time!"

In front of the people chasing were two martial saints, one of whom was dressed in black and had an extremely sinister face.

"I, Kunwu Holy Land, would rather die than surrender!"

The Nine Yang Sword had blood on the corner of its mouth. Although it was extremely embarrassed, it still held a long sword in its hand and stayed at the end and fought and retreated.

"court death!!!"

The old man in black looked cold, and then joined forces with a martial saint beside him to kill him: "Old man Jiuyang, I will send you down to see the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace!"

"Boom..."

With the two big second-turn martial saints joining forces, the head of the Nine Yang Sword, which was originally injured, was even more injured. The right arm was thrown away and blood spilled in the sky.

"Sword Head!"

Seeing this, many disciples from Kunwu Holy Land in the rear could not help but have their eyes shattered and were extremely sad.

The breath of Nine Yang Sword Head soared, and he chose to burn his vitality: "Let's go, go quickly, keep the last trace of blood for my Kunwu Holy Land..."

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "The head of the Nine Yang Sword, don't be fine!"

Next moment!

A young man with thin body and long hair slowly appeared in the void, and the young man looked at him calmly.

"Yes... it's you!"

The Nine Yang Sword was stunned at first. After seeing Ye Chen's face clearly, a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Your Mightiness……"

The two martial saints changed slightly and looked at Ye Chen with fear: "This is my Dali Dynasty, I hope I don't..."

Before they could finish their words, they stopped forcibly. They saw dozens of figures attacking again behind Ye Chen, and the aura emitted by each figure was stronger than theirs!

At that moment, a strong look of horror appeared in the eyes of the two old men in black robe, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably!

Nearly twenty martial saints!!!

Where did this come from?

Not only them, but even the eyes of Jiuyang Sword Shou and others were stunned.

Ye Chen looked deeply at the two old men in black robe and the people wearing Dali clothes behind them, and his eyes turned cold: "People from Dali Dynasty?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!