"Yeah?"

The old ancestor Huangquan looked solemnly, and suddenly laughed: "I forgot to tell you, my sword is not so easy to connect..."

Next moment!

I saw a trace of gray aura suddenly condensed in the sword shadow scattered in the void, like small snakes, and then shot towards the head of the old demon Helian.

The gray sword energy was too fast, and the distance was close, so it was too late to wait until the old demon Helian realized it was coming.

"ah!"

He screamed, his body fell heavily to the ground, and even began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Screaming screams, like ghosts crying and howling.

In everyone's eyes, his body withered into a ball of rotten flesh, and only his soul ejaculated out of his body.

This is the ancestor's killing sword. That gray sword energy is the killing sword energy.

"Your soul belongs to the ancestor!"

The ancestor Huangquan took a step forward and grabbed his soul directly.

"Son of the Emperor, save me, save me!"

The soul of the old demon Helian roared wildly.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a long hand was stretched out from the void and pointed directly at the back of the ancestor Huangquan.

"roll!"

The Old Ancestor Huangquan turned around suddenly and slashed out with a sword. The sword energy about a foot long roared away, as if he wanted to cut the big hand down.

"Bang..."

"Crack..."

However, under that big hand, his sword was broken directly, and the flying sword in his hand was even more shattered.

"puff!"

The ancestor of Huangquan vomited blood and the flying sword had already been refined by him. Now he was damaged and his mind was even more damaged.

Next moment!

As everyone's eyes looked at, a figure slowly walked out of the twisted space.

It was a young man in a python robe. The moment he appeared, the entire palace seemed to dim. An invisible pressure made most of the people present kneel down.

The Old Ancestor Huangquan forcibly fought against such pressure, and his heart became: "Nine-turn Martial Saint, the other party must be the Nine-turn Martial Saint!!!"

Even if he was like this, let alone Jiang Lei and others, they were vomiting blood and crawling on the ground with uncontrollable figures.

The young man in the python robe looked around with an expressionless face, and before he glanced at the old demon Helian who was only soul left, he couldn't help but speak: "Waste..."

"boom……"

The soul of the old demon Helian was immediately shocked!

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't say a word!

I didn't expect the other party to take action so ruthlessly.

“Huh?”

When the young man in the python robe fell on the ancestor Huangquan, he couldn't help but be surprised: "He can actually withstand the pressure of this emperor!"

"I've seen the Emperor's Son!"

Shang Wudao Ren crawled on the ground and shivered.

Too strong!

You know, there are seven martial saints among them, but they don’t even have the qualifications to stand in front of each other. Only at this moment did they realize that the emperor’s son was not something they could imagine.

"The Emperor's Son of the Great Yin Ninth Level..."

Jiang Lei was almost desperate.

It is rumored that there are nine emperor sons under the Emperor of the Great Yin, all of whom are the most outstanding geniuses in the ancient world. They have already reached the Nine-Turn Martial Saint, and are only one step away from entering the Imperial Realm.

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Yin Jiuzhong looked at the ancestor Huangquan quietly: "If you are willing to surrender to me, I can spare you!"

"What are you?"

The ancestor Huangquan smiled coldly: "When the ancestor pushed the universe, you were still a single cell."

That being said, he felt that the pressure was increasing. He was no match for the other party in his heyday, let alone now he was injured.

Could it be that the ancestor wanted to abandon Jiang Lei, the woman, and run away alone?

At worst, the ancestor found a place to hide it, practiced until the God Transformation Stage, and then he would find the bastard to take revenge when he came back!

The ancestor was very entangled!

He was confident that he could escape from Yin Jiuzhong's hand, but he couldn't bear to part with Jiang Lei. After all, he asked himself that Jiang Lei was pretty good to him.

This is also the biggest difference between the ancestor and Ye Chen. The ancestor is originally a personal spirit, and he will not hold on if he can't beat him.

As if he noticed his entanglement, Jiang Lei urged: "A Quan, run away, don't worry about me, just remember to avenge me."

"escape?"

The emperor's ninth layer of Yin Yin was bathed in the rays of light and gently landed on the ground, as if he was looking down at the gods in the world: "No one has ever escaped from me, never, even the Nine-Turn Martial Saint cannot..."

He walked towards the ancestor Huangquan step by step: "This emperor son wants to refine you into a puppet and become one of the top ten battle puppets under my command!"

"Damn it, if the ancestor is still a demon, you, a junior who has been able to survive the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, dare to show off in front of me?"

The old ancestor Huangquan felt extremely distressed in his heart.

Shang Wudao looked at this scene gloatingly: "Shang said before, you will definitely die today!"

"Give up resistance..." Emperor Zi Yin Jiuzhong stretched out one hand, like the hand of fate.

Just as the ancestor Huangquan was about to choose to fight his life, an explosion suddenly came from the void: "I want to touch the ancestor? Ye doesn't agree!!!"

This sound is like a shackle that penetrates the space, penetrates out and resounds in everyone's ears.

"Crack..."

The hand that was poking out from the Yin Jiu level broke even more under the sound.

"Dingdeng..."

The former felt an unrivalled pressure coming, which made him take several steps back and can't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Who?"

At this moment, his expression was dissatisfied with the previous calmness, and replaced it with a strong look of horror.

You know, when he arrived, he had blocked all this space, and no one could break it under the powerful people in the Imperial Realm...

But now...

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and a storm of waves appeared in his eyes looking at the void.

After hearing this voice, the Old Ancestor Huangquan was stunned at first, then seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Fellow Daoist Ye?!!"

"Haha, ancestor, you are a little embarrassed this time..."

As a hearty laugh fell, a huge crack suddenly broke out on the void above everyone's heads.

In an instant, a young man wearing a green robe and long hair slowly stepped out of the crack and finally landed on the ground.

Who is it if it’s not Ye Chen?

At that moment, the smile on the face of Emperor Shang Wudao, who was originally extremely proud, suddenly froze, and an incredible look surged in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

The ancestor Huangquan was shocked, and then quickly walked over and hugged Ye Chen heavily, and said with a smile: "How good can you be? Some time ago, the ancestor heard that you were beaten to death."

"Don't worry, I won't die if you die!"

Ye Chen pushed him away, and then he found that there was a faint stain of water in the former's eyes, as if it was a true love.

Yin Jiule pretended to be calm and said, "This fellow Taoist..."

Ye Chen raised his hand and slapped him.

In everyone's horrified eyes, he slapped him on the ground.

Ye Chen slowly withdrew his hand and looked at the former calmly: "Fellow Daoist can you call me?"

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(ps: Chapter 4, update is completed today!)
Chapter completed!