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Text Chapter 994 The Xuanwu Immortal Medicine Appears

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    Looking at this picture, Ye Chen's mood was very different from the first time he saw this picture. There was a great sadness deep in his soul, which was unforgettable.

    "Xue'er."

    Ye Chen whispered, he once thought that in this life he could cut off everything from the past life and have nothing to do with it anymore, but he found that he was wrong. The past life was like an indelible trace that could not be cut off at all.

    Ye Chen is almost certain about Han Qingxue's identity. She is most likely another body left in the world by the peerless Holy Emperor with his supernatural powers, used to transform his bloodline. However, she does not have the divine will of the past, and is with the Western Emperor.  Mother's path.

    "No, Qingxue should have awakened part of her spiritual consciousness in those years, especially that time under the Infinite Abyss, but she didn't have time to tell me at that time."

    Ye Chen muttered to himself, that stunningly beautiful face and cold eyes appeared in his mind, and his eyes gradually became blurry. It was not until soon that we would see each other again in this life.

    Xue Qingwu and Bei Wuilei were so shocked that they couldn't speak. They looked at Ye Chen and then at the picture that emerged, and they gradually seemed to understand something.

    "If my conjectures are true, these are all things she left for me. She had predicted the trajectory of this life countless years ago."

    Ye Chen said, then sat down cross-legged, and soon entered an ethereal state. His fairy heart bloomed with brilliance, reflecting the brilliance of the calligraphy. The true meaning of the avenue gradually emerged in his mind and was imprinted on his soul.

    Seeing this, Xue Qingwu and Sad Wu Tears were on alert and protected him.

    Ye Chen's eyebrows are glowing, and the traces there flicker, intertwining into a vortex, absorbing the essence from all directions.

    The Tao in the seals imprinted by the Peerless Holy Emperor was easily understood by him, without any need for hard thinking and meditation. It was just the fairy light in his heart that bloomed, and the true meaning of the Tao was naturally connected.

    Under this kind of Taoist rhyme, Ye Chen's soul was greatly nourished, and it was transforming every day. While sitting quietly, a golden man emerged from the whirlpool between his eyebrows. He looked exactly like Ye Chen, just like him.  a smaller version of.

    His soul separated from his body and sat cross-legged on top of his head, breathing in the essence from all directions, causing the energy here to riot, and his hands were evolving his own way, and traces of the avenue emerged, making all the ways tremble.

    Every magical power and secret technique is blooming, evolved from Ye Chen's soul. He is enlightening, using the Tao rhyme left by the peerless Holy Emperor as a springboard to further understand and perfect his own invincible way.

    Time flies, spring passes and winter comes, and the valley becomes desolate, with dead leaves covering the ground and flowers withering.

    Ye Chen¡¯s soul, the golden man, is still evolving, and his Tao is blooming, covering this place, filling this world with an unspeakable aura.

    In the valley, withered grass regenerates, leaves grow, and flowers bloom. This is Ye Chen's way, which changes the rules of nature and reverses the rules of the universe.

    He sat cross-legged there, like an immortal king, and his figure was as thick as a mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling.

    "Buzz."

    ?? Ye Chen¡¯s body surface bloomed with immeasurable golden light, which was so bright that it illuminated the ninth heaven.

    "Boom."

    Immediately afterwards, a sound like the roar of the divine river came out from his body, and the golden light became even more intense, overflowing from every pore on his body, making him look like a golden god of war. Even his black hair was covered with gold.  stained by blood.

    The acupuncture points in Ye Chen's body have become deified. In just a few years, his cultivation has greatly improved and he has entered the realm of the lower holy king.

    During the past few years, Ye Chen's little golden soul evolved into an invincible avenue, absorbing the essence of the ten directions and causing energy riots, which naturally attracted many cultivators and creatures.

    The cultivators who entered this burial place of gods, as long as they were within 100,000 miles of the valley, were all attracted. When they saw that it was Ye Chen who was cultivating, some of them felt strong murderous intent flashing through their hearts.  The kind of Tao he evolved made him feel stressed.

    However, in the end, they did not take action because there were two women guarding Ye Chen. One was wearing white clothes, as holy as a goddess, exuding a faint aura of compassion, and the other was wearing a black tights, with a graceful and charming figure.  , but the breath was extremely cold, and at a glance, it seemed as if he saw an endless bloody hell.

    The most important thing is that people saw two suspended weapons above the heads of Xue Qingwu and Bei Wuilei. Although the weapons did not emit any breath, they gave people an unspeakable sense of oppression and couldn't help but feel sad.  Give birth to fear.

    There are many talented cultivators who came to the Burial Ground of God. Naturally, some of them recognized Xue Qingwu and Beiwu Lai, and knew something about them. They had survived Tianyi's pursuit many times.

    They were originally young and supreme figures, although they were not considered young in the past.They are the strongest people among them, but now it is different. Their cultivation level is hard to see through. It can be imagined that they have made breakthroughs in the past few years and have left many people of their generation behind.

    "Should we go find other strong men and wait until there are enough people to surround Ye Chen together?"

    There were several cultivators standing on the top of a mountain in the distance. One of them, a man in light blue clothes, said, holding a folding fan in his hand and tapping his palms gently.

    "No, we have no grudge against Ye Chen, and there will be no conflicts in the future. On this bloody road, we do not have the potential and strength to be the strongest, so there is no need to compete with the strongest people. If we take action today,  Whether he can be killed or not is a matter of debate. Do you think we are sure about someone who can even kill Tianyi? If he doesn¡¯t die, we will definitely die in the future.¡±

    Another person said, with a deep fear of Ye Chen in his words. From the first level of Blood Road to the ninety-odd levels, Ye Chen has been killed, stepping on endless corpses, and gaining great fame. Many people are against him.  He was already afraid.

    "Brother is right. We have no conflict with Ye Chen. As long as we don't take the initiative to provoke him, he will not cause trouble for us. This person is absolutely different from him Tianyi. We have no intention of competing for the first place in the bloody road.  , there is no need to provoke such a terrifying opponent, if one thing goes wrong, we will all be bloody."

    A group of cultivators left, and a group of cultivators came again. Their reactions were all similar. At first, they wanted to take action against Ye Chen, but after thinking about it carefully, they changed their decision. They were too afraid of Ye Chen. The cultivators understood deeply.  , if you want to kill Ye Chen, you must succeed with one blow and make him completely dead, otherwise there will be endless nightmares.

    Year after year passed, Ye Chen had been sitting there cross-legged, and his little golden soul was constantly evolving its own way. Over the years, a lot of things happened in the Burial Ground of Gods, and many cultivators buried their bones.  , blood spattered here.

    In the deepest part of the God's Burial Ground, the cultivators fought hard. There was a fairy medicine appearing there. It looked like a basalt and was khaki in color. It had been channeled for a long time and was constantly moving in the depths. It was discovered by the cultivators. Many people were jealous.  This is the kind of thing that even kings and emperors have to fight for.

    The cultivators fought against each other, all trying to get the Xuanwu elixir, so that the land there was stained with blood, but in the end no one got the elixir.

    While everyone was fighting each other, the Xuanwu elixir escaped into the deepest mountain range, where the air of death was lingering, gray clouds and mist were rising and falling, exuding an unspeakable aura.

    There were bold cultivators who approached. They were infected by the mist, and their vitality quickly passed away, as if they had been extracted. Their hair quickly turned white, their skin was full of wrinkles, and many of them died on the spot.

    Of course, there are cultivators who survived. They reacted quickly and exited the gray mist-filled area immediately, saving their lives. However, a large amount of vitality was lost. Thousands of years of life were lost in vain, and they looked very old.  It¡¯s really a moment of youth that turns gray.

    There were many people stopping in front of that mountain range, coveting the Xuanwu elixir. It took root on one of the peaks, blooming with earth-yellow brilliance, and filled with fairy nature.

    However, no one dares to really go deep. Those dead and old cultivators are living examples. However, there are also brave people who use powerful weapons to try to enter. Soon after entering the gray mist-shrouded area,  When he retreated, his powerful weapon cracked.

    "Boom."

    On this day, there was a loud noise from the mountains deep inside, and the murderous aura there was overwhelming. The strong murderous aura turned into a physical sword and pierced the sky.

    People saw a mountain peak emerging from the surface of the mountain range, and an unspeakable aura was emanating from it. There was a man sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak, and his life had long since ceased. His body was bleeding, and the bright red blood seemed to be endless.  , dyed through the mountain.

    The blood is rushing, and the aura in it is full of cold killing energy, making people feel cold all over.

    "No, that's a shadow, not a real person."

    Someone said that they saw something was wrong with the people on that mountain peak and told the truth.

    At this time, the mountain peak began to squirm, and several cracks appeared, which were extremely scarlet, as if flesh and blood had been torn apart, and a large amount of blood spilled out. This picture was extremely scary.

    "Heaven, it can't be a mountain formed by the flesh and blood of a strong man after his death."

    Someone exclaimed, their voices trembling, feeling a little frightened by this scene.

    "Boom."

    At this moment, there was a sudden roar from behind, and a man in silver armor stepped forward like a demon, heading straight towards the mountain made of flesh and blood.

    "What does he want to do?"

    Many people were surprised. This man rushed in to seize the elixir and was not seeking death.

    "He is Qingyou, the God of Killing. Unexpectedly??Ninety-six Guancheng is back here.  "

    Someone recognized him and exclaimed.

    "Boom."

    Qingyou took steps, and each step was like the impact of a mountain. There was a strong murderous aura lingering on the surface of his body, intertwined into streaks and flashing. The murderous aura shocked many people's hearts and made them shiver.

    "The God of Death, it turns out it's him. He's so conceited and wants to force his way into that mountain range. He's just looking for death."

    Some people sneered. In the past few years, new young supremes have risen in Ninety-Six City. One of them is the Killing God Qingyou. I heard that he killed dozens of powerful men of his generation in a few months and entered the ranks of young supremes. He is  A man in the limelight with extraordinary fighting prowess.

    Someone must be jealous of such a person. Right now, there are many cultivators with cold eyes, full of jealousy, and sneer. They wish that Qingyou would be drained of life functions and turned into a pile of bones after entering the mountains.
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