Face the many ghosts rushing at you.

Like the tide sea.

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

He felt that the resentment on these ghosts was too strong, and it seemed to be a climate, and he could not help but be surprised.

But it was just a surprise.

It is impossible for them to hurt themselves!

With this in mind, a black owl appeared in Ye Chen's hand, just about to take away these ghosts.

Su Yuhan's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Ye Chen, don't!"

He couldn't help but look back, and saw Su Yuhan biting his lip and looking at himself with a pleading look on his face, and then broke his hand and came to the front.

"Yu Han, you ..."

Ye Chen's lips opened slightly.

next moment.

I saw the overwhelming ghosts suddenly stopped, as if receiving some order.

this moment.

They no longer growl.

No more roaring.

Even the radon and resentment on them weakened a lot, just hovering over Su Yuhan silently.

This?

Ye Chen's face was frozen, and he looked at the scene in surprise.

next moment.

I saw that these ghosts fell to the ground together, and then kneeled in front of Su Yuhan in unison, as if they were facing the emperor, they collectively made all kinds of crying, exactly sobbing.

All ghosts worship, all ghosts are sad!

Such a scene is really too weird!

Rao is Ye Chen's heart calm again, can not help but be stunned by the sight in front of him.

Ye Wushuang moved towards Su Yuhan subconsciously.

"Wusou, no need!"

Su Yuhan shook his head and said with a blank look: "They won't hurt me."

Even so.

Ye Chen and Ye Wushuang still dare not relax their vigilance.

Then she looked up at her knees in front of her, a dark, dark soul, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why. I want to cry when I hear you cry."

"Woohoo ..."

A yelling wind similar to crying became more and more severe. The lingering spirits put their heads on the ground and made a weeping cry, which made a whole bit of sadness within the cold stone room.

"Get up, don't cry."

Road with red eyes in Su Yuhan's eyes.

The voice fell.

The ghosts stood up one after another, then moved aside, motionless, making a passage.

Looking down the aisle, I saw a throne of skulls standing behind the altar, all made of human bones.

Seeing this, Su Yuhan's face suddenly turned white.

"The wall has a picture!"

Ye Wushuang said suddenly.

Ye Chen heard his words subconsciously looked at the stone wall in front of him. Under the illumination of the night pearl, a strange mural painting came into view.

The murals are very lifelike.

The scene above the first painting seems to be a deep wasteland. The wasteland's sky is dark, there is no sun, no stars and moons, and looking at it is a pile of bones.

Green eyes glowed in the hollow eyes of these bones, like ghost fire.

On the wasteland, there are all kinds of strange plants.

A cactus-like plant is about one person tall. It is covered with various tentacles, and there are vicious grimaces on it.

A giant bone-like giant similar to an ape is over ten feet tall, dragging a mountain with one hand to stand on the wasteland.

"Is this the undead?"

Ye Chen looked dignified.

The so-called undead is actually a kind of thing that is distinguished from ghosts. The world only knows that after death, the soul will be a ghost, and the flesh will not rot and will become a zombie.

But I do n’t know, even if the flesh rots, and there is only one bone, the bone can still have consciousness and life again.

Ye Chen did not expect to see such a scene on the earth, and it was still within the so-called gate of Yuzong Mountain.

Remember that.

Ye Chen has a little bit of dread about Yu Guizong.

His eyes fell on the second mural again. Compared to the previous mural, this one is not so strange.

The above scene is a beautiful scenery, Qionglou Yuyu, and in a small and exquisite pavilion, another 16-year-old girl in period costume is stroking the piano.

It looks like a fairyland on earth.

The girl in period costume wore a veil, and three thousand blue silks were tied behind her, and she became a bun with long hair like a waterfall. Her delicate jade hands on the strings were as fair as a pair of jade jade.

The girl's temperament is very cold, and her eyes are extremely deep. At first glance, she looks like a peerless demon who charms the world. Once again, she looks like a generation of empresses who have come to the world.

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Su Yuhan next to him, always feeling that the girl in the painting is similar to Su Yuhan in five features!

Is this a coincidence?

Ye Chen clenched his fists, and a hint of chill was born in his heart, and once again the fear of this ghost ancestor was a little bit more.

Too weird!

All ghosts worship, and then the girl in the painting!

He squeezed his mind and looked at the third mural again.

The person in the painting is still the former Fuqin girl, but at this moment she is sitting in a dark palace, sitting on a throne of bones.

There were a multitude of ghost fires floating around it.

In front of her, she was kneeling with a dark piece, and looked at it without seeing the end at all.

Some of these black shadows are about the same height as humans, but all of them are blue-faced fangs, and some are even as tall as a giant.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes: "Is this the demons or the demons? Or the demons?"

...

at the same time.

The whole Ganzhou was a sensation.

Murong Yang is dead!

And still killed!

When the news came out of the people intent, a turbulent wave set off in Ganzhou, which was tantamount to a major earthquake.

You must know that Murong's family is the leader of Ganzhou, and Murong Yang is the master of Murong's family. It won Murong's Optimus Prime Murong River's favor.

Nowadays, some people dare to kill Murong Yang. Is this a declaration of war against Murong's family, or a powerful declaration of war against the magical realm of Weibo, a microblog?

"Waste, a bunch of waste!"

Located in the ancestral house of the Murong family in Longxi, the old Murong River looked extremely gloomily at the high-level Murong family who was kneeling in front of him.

"My Murong family dispatched everyone, but they haven't caught the kid yet. What are you doing to eat?"

Hear the words.

A senior Murong family member Murong Yuan said weakly: "We have blocked all transportation hubs in Longxi according to your request, and even invited the county government to cooperate with police forces, but we did not find the surname Ye."

"Yes, we also inquired that Ye Chen and a woman named Yu Sasha and a **** named Ma Qiang walked very close. Afterwards, we arrested them, and after two hours of interrogation, nothing was gained. Another Murong family high-ranking Murong said in a trench.

Muronghe smashed a cup over, smashing one of them's head directly, sneered: "So? Yanger is dead?"

The thought of Murong Yang, who he loved the most, died, and gave him black hair by himself, he was heartbroken.

"Father, this person can kill Yang Shao who is in the late stage of entering the realm. Presumably his strength is at least at the peak of the realm of entering the realm. It may even be ... yes ..." Murongyuan said halted.

Murong He smiled angrily: "Even what? Even he might be like a husband, can he be considered a god?"

Murong Yuan said nothing.

"I don't care if this person is in a divine state. In short, he killed Yanger and must die!" Muronghe said again.

Murong Nan thought for a while and suddenly said, "Father, I guess the surname Ye has definitely not left Longxi now, because we found that he is also carrying his wife and daughter. It is impossible to walk on foot if he walks!"

Having said that, he paused and suggested: "I heard that the boy with the last name Ye and Yu Sasha approached, so we took Yu Sa and threatened him Ye Chen to see if he came forward!"

"can!"

Muronghe calmed down his face, and his eyes flashed with a ruthless expression: "At the same time, he gave him a book of war in the name of the old man. Just three days later, I asked Murong to fight this person and Longxi River!"

"If he doesn't dare to come, the old man will kill the girl doll named Yu Yu to vent his anger. If he dares to come, the old man will kill him in front of all the people in Ganzhou, so that they can all know that the day the old man lived, No one dares to challenge my Murong family! "

...

Murong River meets Ye Chen on Longxi River!

After three days!

With the spread of the Murong family's war books, Ganzhou became boiling, and countless people showed horror.

In shock, countless people began to inquire about the grievances between the two.

When they learned that Ye Chen was the murderer who killed Murong Yang and the elixir Shaofu, they couldn't say a word.

You know, Murong Yang is a master of the mystery in the later stages of the Tao. Who can kill him in the realm of God?

Could it be that this young man named Ye Chen is also a master of metaphysics?

When this idea came up, everyone became shocked and became excited.

If that's the case, wouldn't they have a chance to see the encounter between the two masters of magic in the art world?

For a time.

Countless people rushed to Longxi.

...

Elixir Mountain.

After Yao Bingxuan hung up the phone, he sat heavily on the sofa with a touch of shock and incredibleness on his cheeky face: "Murong River invites Ye Chen?"

"Is Ye Chen the one who killed Murong Yang and Fu Lao?"

"That is to say, Ye Chen is at least the master of the enlightenment, and possibly the power of the gods ..."

Thinking of this, she turned pale immediately, and gradually felt a regret in her heart.

I lied to him!

He even sent Fu Lao to kill him!

If he comes to avenge me ...

Do not!

She suddenly shook her head suddenly.

The last name of Ye was definitely not alive.

No matter whether he is at the peak of the Taoist state or the Shenjing state, he is definitely not Murong's opponent.

Muronghe has become famous for decades, and he has become a **** ...

Correct!

That's it!

There was a sneer on her face.

Last name Ye!

I counted you down before!

But what about that!

Offended Murong Yang!

Let me see how you die then !! !!

...

(Ps: 3000-character chapter, can't write anymore, rest early!)