Several Qing Zunzong disciples went to the depths.
Ye Luoer frowned and asked curiously, "Mr. Ye, what are these people going to show us?"
Ye Chen shook his head: "Wait and see."
"But I feel that it is definitely not a good thing."
In about three minutes, Ye Chen vaguely heard the sound of the chain being dragged.
The sound of dragging is getting closer.
Soon, Ye Chen saw a picture in his sight!
Seeing this picture, the deepest anger in Ye Chen's heart completely exploded!
I saw a huge iron chain wrapped around the bodies of more than a dozen people.
The iron chain bound the hands and feet of this group of people, making it impossible for this group of people to walk.
I can only bow my body, kneel on the ground, and keep crawling forward.
These people have large and small wounds on their bodies.
The clothes were completely covered in blood, which was shocking.
This is not the most important thing, the important thing is that those disciples of Qing Zunzong are stepping on this group of people, like stepping on spirit beasts.
But the status of the people under their feet is not even comparable to that of animals!
Ye Chen is very clear that these people must have the same identity as him, they are all casual cultivators!
These casual cultivators can be considered geniuses in Kunlun Xu, but there is no strong force behind them, but they have fallen to this point now!
Why!
These people are like slaves of the last century!
And those who stand there with indifferent eyes are the existence of controlling slaves.
The appearance of this iron chain team instantly detonated the audience.
The crowd laughed and disdainful.
In their eyes, they don't think there is anything wrong with doing so.
Playing with ants is a very normal thing.
The disciple of Qing Zunzong stepped down, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Senior Brother Yang, I brought everyone, anyway, these ants are useless, and then they will be dealt with by Senior Han Yun together with Ye Shitian."
Yang Ming looked at the group of people condescendingly, walked a few steps, and then stepped on the foot of one of the casual cultivators.
Slightly exerting force, there was the sound of bones breaking instantly.
"Ah! My lord, please let me go!"
But Yang Ming didn't respond at all. He enjoyed this tormenting pleasure, and his eyes fell on Ye Chen with interest: "Ye Shitian, this is what I let you see, now you understand what you are doing." How is your status?"
"You casual cultivators, the only value of existence is to be trampled under our feet. Without power and background, you have no right to be crazy!"
"Oh, by the way, I forgot. You seem to have the Nine Heavens Profound Girl behind you, but this place is the Blood Spirit Secret Realm. Do you think the Nine Heavens Profound Girl who once covered you will appear again?"
Ye Chen's body trembled, and his body was covered with bursts of blood.
The blood light was extremely intense, and the whole body exuded a devilish energy.
His eyes were even more icy red.
"Yang Ming, the meaning of the existence of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm is to fight against the Blood Spirit Race together. It is really rubbish that you are dealing with compatriots here."
Yang Ming seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world: "Compatriots, these wastes are also qualified to be our compatriots!"
"Crack!" With a sound, the strength under Yang Ming's feet intensified, and the face of the trampled casual cultivator almost twisted.
The casual cultivator's leg broke on the spot.
After finishing all this, Yang Ming stepped forward to the next person.
He landed on the chest of the second casual monk, thinking that the painful moan of the casual monk might be a cry for help.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, nothing happened.
The whole world is extremely quiet.
"Why don't you ask me for help?"
Yang Ming was a little surprised.
He could feel the people under him, and he would rather endure all kinds of pain than frown.
The rogue cultivator with his head down slowly raised his head, and took a hard look at Yang Ming!
"Bah!"
Spit it out with a mouthful of saliva!
"Kill Lao Tzu if you have the ability, even if Lao Tzu Zhou Yan dies, he won't frown!"
Ye Chen's eyes widened instantly when he heard the familiar voice and the word Zhou Yan in the distance!
It turned out to be Zhou Yan!
Zhou Yan??A casual cultivator who entered the Blood Spirit Secret Realm with him.
The two had even discussed before that they would walk together after entering the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, but they did not expect to be teleported to different places in the end.
I thought that Zhou Yan would live to the last moment, but I didn't expect that the two met again at this time!
Zhou Yan became a slave!
I am unyielding in my heart!
"Zhou Yan?"
Ye Chen said softly.
This sound was obviously heard by Zhou Yan, he raised his head abruptly, and when he saw Ye Chen wearing a mask not far away, his eyes were extremely surprised!
"Mr. Ye! Why are you here!"
But soon, his surprise disappeared, and he knew that Ye Shitian was also a casual cultivator.
If casual cultivators step into this place, they will either die or end up like him!
"Mr. Ye! Hurry up and leave! Hurry up!"
Zhou Yan almost roared angrily.
Although he knows that Ye Shitian is very strong, but there are so many strong people here, no matter how strong they are, they are not qualified to survive!
When Yang Ming heard the conversation between the two, he became a little interested: "Interesting, you actually know each other. It's true that birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. It's normal for you trash to know each other."
After finishing speaking, Yang Ming stepped on Zhou Yan's back.
Zhou Yan's face was pale, strong energy penetrated his whole body, and he spit out a mouthful of blood instantly.
The whole person is extremely weak.
Even so, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and didn't say a single word of begging for mercy.
"Yang Ming, kill me if you have the ability. If you can't kill me, after I survive and rebuild for a few hundred years, I will definitely find you and destroy your Qing Zunzong!"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth!
Yang Ming and the disciples behind him laughed when they heard these words: "You really think highly of yourself, but you are going to die soon."
In the next second, Yang Ming opened his five fingers and swung out a long sword.
When the long sword turned, bursts of blood glowed, surrounded by aura, Yang Ming stabbed into Zhou Yan's body violently!
"It should be considered an honor for you to die under the sword of my Yang Ming."
Seeing that the long sword was about to penetrate Zhou Yan's body, Ye Chen moved.
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