After half an hour, Dala Palace.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sit on top of each other. In front of the two, they are filled with various treasures and delicious flavors, as well as long-sleeved dancers dancing gracefully.

Da Luo Tianzi Pei Qinglan sat on a dragon chair and led a group of ministers to toast to Ye Chen frequently.

Although Ye Chen didn't have any interest, he still smiled and responded on the former's enthusiastic face.

He seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and Xiao He lowered his glass and said lightly, "Your Majesty, the two of us are here today, and we are asking for something."

Da Luo Tianzi knew it instantly, then clapped his hands. The singer in front of the crowd immediately withdrew the money.

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

Ye Chen smiled lightly: "Ye wants to borrow His Majesty's wormhole and go to the sky winds. I wonder?"

Da Luo Tianzi froze slightly, apparently did not expect Ye Chen's request was so simple, and then frowned.

"Of course, but Lord Ye knows a little bit. The situation in Tianfeng Sea area is a bit complicated, but there is a need for me to use it."

The flattering meaning of his words is self-evident, not to mention Ye Chen helped him a lot before, in this Ye Chen is a real throne.

No dynasty is willing to give up the opportunity to make good friends with a throne.

Ye Chen just wanted to decline, so he listened to the underworld: "If your Majesty really likes this, you might as well lend us a few people."

Ye Chen couldn't help looking at him.

Xiao Hei whispered: "Master, since the emperor's child is willing to help, simply borrowing a few thugs from him can be considered as a trivial matter for us."

"I don't know who to borrow?" Da Luo Tianzi said suddenly.

There was a hint of slyness in Xiaohei's eyes: "Just borrow half of your strength from the Great Luowu Holy Mountain!"

The so-called Wusheng Mountain is the residence built by the Da Luo Dynasty for all Wu Sheng in Da Luo, and it is also known as the first mountain in Da Luo.

On Wusheng Mountain, there are more than thirty Wusheng in total, and half of them are more than ten.

Daluo Tianzi was embarrassed, and seemed a little hesitant, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, as long as he can help Ye Emperor, Xiao Wang should help him."

After all, he glanced down, and the old man in purple clothing, Gao Gao, said below, "Lou Lao, let you count the number and go with Lord Ye."

"Well."

Gao Gao stood up and said.

...

This is a vast grassland, and the atmosphere is very quiet. Vulnerable lone wolves can be seen drinking water among the bare shoals.

"Om ..."

However, this tranquility was broken at the next moment, and the lone wolf, who had originally bowed his head to drink water, flew away instantly, as if he had encountered any terrorist incident.

I saw that the blue void was twisted at this moment. When the distortion reached the extreme, the void seemed to have a pair of invisible hands tearing out a hole.

With the emergence of a huge gap, when even a terrible monstrous spirit, swept out of the gap.

In the thick monstrous spirit, I saw a thin figure slowly emerge from the void crack slowly.

When his eyes fell on the scene under his feet, his eyes showed too much: "Tianfeng Sea, Yemou is back."

Behind him, there were many figures led by Xiao Hei, and then there was an army created by evil spirits. The evil spirits were strong, like a pen splashing in the air.

"Master, is this the sea of ​​wind and wind?" Xiao Hei, who hit Heijia, looked up at the sky and earth.

Gao Gao sighed extremely: "Meng Mo has been to the sea of ​​wind once, but after a long time, the original memory has already become very pale ..."

There are seventeen figures standing behind him, the breath that escapes makes this side of the void tremble faintly.

It is so impressive that it is the seventeen martial saints of the Da Luo Dynasty. Such a force, even if Ye Chen does not take action, is enough to sweep the entire Tianfeng sea.

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

"Naturally go to Muwang Fort!"

Ye Chen stepped forward, rushing towards the southeast with the direction in his memory, Xiao Hei and others hurried to keep up.

A group of people swept thousands of miles along the way, and they saw people who were stricken with scourge, or those who were killing. Obviously, in the month of Ye Chen's disappearance, the sky winds also experienced great turbulence.

"Someone is coming this way."

Ye Chen suddenly looked forward, then stopped her figure, and she shone out with all her knowledge.

In his induction, I saw ten miles away. At this moment, a group of people was panicking towards this side, and behind them were a group of people chasing and killing.

There was even a familiar voice of Ye Chen, an old man dressed in sackcloth and extremely slender.

Amazingly the head of the Jiuyang sword that had disappeared.

"People in the Holy Land of Kunwu, you can't run away, and those who know the truth are obediently bound and bound, maybe I am far from the heavenly son to spare you!"

In front of the hunting horses, there were two martial arts saints, one of them struck black and his face was extremely dark.

"I would rather die than fall!"

The blood of the head of Jiuyang sword was splattered with blood, although he was extremely embarrassed, he still held a long sword in the end to fight and retreat.

"court death!!!"

The old man in black looked cold, and then a Wusheng beside him killed him together: "Jiuyang Laoer, I'll wait to see you off here to see the Lord of the Qing Palace!"

"Boom ..."

Under the joint of the two major two-turned Wu Sheng, the Jiuyang sword head, which was originally injured, was even more injured. His right arm flew, and the blood spilled into the sky.

"Swordhead!"

Many disciples of Kunwu Holy Land in the rear saw their eyes broken, and they were sorrowful.

The breath of Jiuyang's sword skyrocketed, and he chose to burn vitality: "Go, hurry, keep the last trace of blood for my Kunwu Holy Land ..."

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "Jiuyang Sword, don't come here!"

next moment!

I saw a thin, long-haired young man slowly showing in the void, and the young man looked at him calmly.

"Yes ... it's you!"

Jiuyang Sword was a stun in the first place. After seeing Ye Chen's face clearly, an unbelievable color appeared in his eyes.

"Your Mightiness……"

The two martial saints looked slightly changed, seemingly jealous looking at Ye Chen: "This is my big departure from the dynasty, and I hope not to ..."

Before they finished speaking, they stiffened and stopped, and saw dozens of silhouettes attacking behind Ye Chen again. The breath of each silhouette was stronger than them!

At that moment, the eyes of the two old men in black robes emerged with a strong horror, and the body could not control the shaking!

Almost twenty martial arts! !! !!

Where did this come from?

Not only them, but even the eyes of the Jiuyang Sword and others are still there.

Ye Chen took a deep look at the two old men in black robes and the people wearing Da Li costumes behind them, his eyes were cold: "People of Da Li Dynasty?"

(End of this chapter)