Just now, Ye Chen approached him, and he wanted to work with him to make two shocking artifacts, one of which was called to move the mountain and unload the mountain.

This flag has the ability to move mountains and ridges, and can also call groups across borders. As long as someone holds a banner and waves, thousands of people can be summoned from space.

"Good!"

Ye Chen said slightly: "This flag is only one side, you can summon 3,000 people, but you need to arrange the array in advance!"

In the final analysis, the so-called "moving mountains and removing mountains" is the equivalent of a moving teleportation array that can transport groups thousands of miles away.

This flag was held by the four heavenly kings in the southeast, northwest, and northwestern China when he was in the immortal realm. With just one flag, he can summon hundreds of thousands of people.

"So you mean, want to use this flag to transmit all the million troops?" Huang Quan's ancestors immediately saw through Ye Chen's idea.

"Good!"

Ye Chen smiled lightly: "So in the past two days, you still need to bother you. You must make 360 ​​faces to move the mountains to remove the mountains!"

One flag can summon three thousand people, and three hundred and sixty can just summon the million army. With this flag, one million male soldiers will fall into the sky and it will surely make the world awe-inspiring!

"Three hundred and sixty faces ..."

The ancestor of Huang Quan heard that he was about to vomit blood, and his face convulsed fiercely: "In 360 days, 360 noodles were refined. What do you want to do to blast the ancestor into an adult?"

"You don't need to worry about this!"

Ye Chen waved his hand, and countless spirit stones fell from the storage ring onto the ground. For a time, the aura was like fog.

"What about you? You can't leave your ancestors busy alone!" Huang Quan's ancestors reluctantly.

"I naturally have my own mission."

Ye Chen smiled mysteriously, then raised his hand and waved, and his figure appeared in another secret room.

And an ancient and mysterious golden pagoda slowly emerged in his mind. The golden pagoda has nine floors in total, and looks like an eight-sided prismatic object, with eight sides.

Floating slaughter is engraved on each side, and the eight faces are exactly eight floating slaughter. It exudes a domineering and powerful breath, and seems to suppress all things.

"Eight floating slaughter towers!"

Ye Chen sneered at the corner of his mouth: "This is the treasure of the Dragons. Once this thing is refined, its mana is boundless and mighty. It can suppress the ten demons and all kinds of heretics!"

"Taking the practice of my infancy as an infant, although the true power of the eight floating slaughters cannot be fully restored, it is still possible to suppress the saints!"

Then he took a deep breath, and his whole body agitated with it. He stretched out his hand, and a lot of materials on the ground suddenly shot.

In the closet, the horrible true elements are violently endless, as if the thunder and thunder alternately disappear, and there is a faint awakening of all things.

...

The outside world knew nothing about this scene, and was still arguing for the demon kings to gather together to address Ye Chen.

Inside the Yangtze River Water Dragon Palace, a demon king shouted, "Ye Nankang has not expressed his slightest attitude so far. Shouldn't he be afraid at this moment?"

Amazingly the wild boar king.

And after he finished speaking, he immediately received the support of many demon kings: "Hahaha, do you still need to guess? I waited for dozens of demon kings to join forces, and one Ye Nankang was scared. Now. "

"I knew it so, why was Ye Nan destined to end from the moment Ye Nan slashed the Black Mountain Demon King!"

"If I'm Ye Nankang, I should rush to the Yangtze River Water Dragon Palace earlier at this moment and apologize to me for waiting for the hoe. The longer the time, the more I will not forgive him!"

Many demon kings became more and more excited.

One of the demon kings even shouted to Golden-winged Dapeng, "King Peng, haven't you been mad at Ye Nan before? Why are you dumb now?"

"Wang Peng, wouldn't you also persuade?"

Golden-winged Dapeng was furious at once: "King Baba, are you provoking my Peng tribe? When will I get your fingertips when doing things ?!"

...

Northeast, deep in the old forest.

A white woman stood in front of the stone wall, and said softly, "Aunt grandmother, the charm spirit took the liberty to ask, but did you agree to the invitation from the Water Dragon Palace?"

Although the woman's voice was weak, there was a hint of anger in her tone, like a flame mixed with spring breeze.

"You Tianlong King assembled dozens of demon kings. I couldn't refuse Wuxian, but I just promised to stay neutral!"

After a long time, an old voice came from the stone wall: "My Xianbei family in the Northeast will not take action against Ye Nankang or help him. He cannot escape, I urge you to keep your mind on him."

The woman in white had a sigh when she heard the words.

...

Shaanxi.

Above the huge stupa, there is a man wearing a black dragon robe, with a majestic face, standing with his hands on his shoulders. This person looks at the direction of the Laoshan Mausoleum, his eyes seem to pierce through the ancient times.

Amazingly long gone.

At this time, a black gas dragon came from the sky and turned into a person wearing iron armor kneeling on one knee and said, "Lord, the surnamed Ye is now sings all over the world. Should I wait for the shot?"

"Shoot?"

A long robe fluttered in the wind, and his voice was indifferent: "Of course he will shoot. If this person can't solve even dozens of beasts, I will shoot, but let him die in my hands and **** the blood of his holy body. , Take it away! "

"What's more, I'm about to unblock. It's time to take back what I left!"

"..."

As time passed, Ye Chen still didn't go out when the last day of the three-day appointment was left.

Wang Lao came to the Star Group with an old man wearing a purple robe with a purple crown on his head.

Ye Wen took a cautious look at the Taoist man behind Wang Lao, and slowly said, "My brother, he's closed, should you wait?"

"When it was all this time, he was still in retreat." Wang Lao was in a hurry.

"What's the use of retreat now?"

On the contrary, the Taoist behind him smiled coldly: "I knew I was in a hurry before the disaster, but it's too late!"

At the end of the sentence, his eyes were stunned, and he whispered: "The old man gave him another time for incense. For the safety of my people, he must come out, otherwise don't blame me forcibly breaking the barrier!"

Wang Lao's face changed slightly, and when he was about to speak, an extremely cold voice came from behind everyone: "How dare you say it once?"

Wang Lao and Taoists turned back immediately.

I saw a young boy in white coming slowly, his cold eyes fixed on the Taoist.

The Taoist face lightened: "What did you just say?"

"Do you dare to repeat what you said just now?" Ye Wushuang's eyes looked at him, without doubt.

The Taoist smiled angrily: "You junior dare to speak to me in this tone? The old man has made a mistake? Many demon kings have assembled and are about to wave their masters south, but he Ye Nankang hides in the name of retreat as a shrinking turtle ... ... "

"boom……"

He hadn't finished his words yet, and the emptiness that was so calm was trembling suddenly, and then he had an infinite kendo will erupting from Ye Wushuang.

A giant sword condensed by countless sword spirits emerged out of nowhere, and then suddenly beheaded at the Taoist with thunderous power.