According to the description of the three brothers of the Hu family before their deaths, Ye Cheng passed through the snow-capped mountains with almost the same scenery.

Three days later, Ye Cheng came to a cliff shrouded in cold mist.

There is a boulder on the edge of the cliff with a lot of blood left on it from many years ago.

There are also three big characters on it: Broken Immortal Stream.

Ye Cheng smiled, he finally found a landmark.

According to the three brothers of the Hu family, the ancient tomb needs to pass through the Broken Immortal Stream.

Ye Cheng's spiritual sense swept in, and found an arm-thick iron cable more than ten meters below, leading to the opposite side.

The three brothers of the Hu family relied on this iron rope to pass, and there was no other channel.

Ye Cheng's spiritual sense swept towards the bottom of the Broken Immortal Stream, but he quickly encountered obstacles, as if he had hit a wall.

Ye Cheng jumped forward, stepped on the iron cable, and then quickly flew towards the opposite side like a horse stepping on a flying swallow.

Suddenly, Ye Cheng stopped halfway and stood on top of the iron cable.

The ice mist kept coming over, and it was pushed away by the spiritual power on his body.

"Strange, how can there be a true dragon's breath?" Ye Cheng muttered, this trace of true dragon qi, although it was very light, he was sure that he would not feel wrong.

He was now fused with a drop of the blood of the Dragon King, and the true dragon that died in his hands was not a hundred but eighty, and he was very sensitive to the true dragon's qi.

At this time, Xiaoqing came out of Ye Cheng's wrist, and his head kept flicking, revealing a strong desire.

Ye Cheng sensed it carefully and found that the trace of true dragon qi came from below the Broken Immortal Stream.

He probed his spiritual sense again, and found an invisible crack from which a trace of true dragon qi emanated.

And when he probed his spiritual sense into this crack, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Originally, I thought that this immortal stream was at least more than 1,000 meters deep, but I didn't expect it to be tens of meters to the end.

Ye Cheng didn't hesitate too much, and jumped down.

In an instant, boundless visions began to emerge, as if one jump was a jump into hell.

But Ye Cheng clung to his heart and passed directly through the illusion.

"Poof"

The body seemed to have penetrated a membrane, and at that moment, Ye Cheng lifted his breath, and the whole person was suspended.

Immediately, Ye Cheng landed, otherwise the force of this shock would have shattered his muscles and bones.

Ye Cheng looked around with a solemn expression.

In this broken immortal stream, there is a strong aura of anger.

These auras floated in the air, and when touched, it was as if the body was about to be cut apart.

Indeed, this is an ancient battlefield.

The rocky ground, on the cliff face, is full of traces of being plowed.

Even, Ye Cheng could still smell a faint smell of blood.

Ye Cheng felt the wisp of true dragon qi and began to walk forward, and from time to time he could still see some discarded magic weapon fragments.

Suddenly, a cold wind came from the back of his neck, like a cold snap on a winter night, not only quickly but also with a strange cold aura in it.

Before he had time to think about it, Ye Cheng immediately dodged and avoided this cold wind almost at the same time, and he was surprised at the same time that his spiritual sense had not discovered where this cold wind was coming from.

Just as Ye Cheng wanted to find out the source of this yin wind, his spiritual sense swept to a man who appeared on the left.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his long hair was tied up with a cloth band, and he stared at Ye Cheng with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, he lifted the knife in his hand and slashed directly at Ye Cheng's side, the speed was even faster than the cold wind just now, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

The distance of more than ten meters seemed to not exist at all for this man, and almost between breaths, the cold rolled up by his blade had already reached Ye Cheng's neck.

Ye Cheng's entire body was as if it was blown away by the knife qi brought by the knife, like a fallen leaf floating to the side with the blade, and there was no trace of artificial evasion at all.

The reflection of the ice mist above on the long knife in the man's hand looked a little infiltrating, and the cold and gloomy wind around it added a bit of weirdness to the man carrying the knife.

Ye Cheng frowned, this man was in the late stage of the third layer of Qi cultivation, but he didn't know if he was from the small world, or if he was a monk from this Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range.

Judging from Ying Xiaoxiao's sect from this Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range, this Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range is also very unusual, and maybe even the monks here are no worse than those in the small world.

But why have you never heard of it?

"No wonder you dare to come to this broken fairy stream, there are indeed two hits, but if you only have these two hits, then you have to bury your bones here like those guys who try to come in and steal chickens and dogs. The man said sideways.

"Hehe, is this broken immortal stream your family?" Ye Cheng sneered.

"Yes, it's mine. The man said as a matter of course.

"Well, I want it. Ye Cheng said.

"Bastard, since you have done your own evil, you are welcome, no matter which sect you are from the Tianling Mountain Range, you are finished today, if you beg for mercy, I will talk about it after I catch you. After the man finished speaking, the long knife in his hand took up pieces of knife shadows and slashed directly towards Ye Cheng's legs.

He didn't seem to want Ye Cheng's life now, but wanted to cut off his legs first.

The magic sword in Ye Cheng's hand did not sacrifice, but directly blocked this man's sword.

"Jingle Bell"

A crisp sound echoed in this broken immortal stream, and Ye Cheng was actually knocked away by this blow, and flew far away like a leaf again.

The man fell into a momentary stunned, his long knife was cutting off Ye Cheng's legs, how could he be knocked out so far.

But before he could react, Ye Cheng had already fallen, and the magic sword in his hand turned into a cyan match, falling sharply in mid-air, and slashing behind a rock dozens of meters away.

"You dare to ......" The man's eyes were about to split, and at the same time, he rushed forward again like a whirlwind, no longer caring about leaving Ye Cheng's life to ask, the long knife in his hand rolled up a curtain of white gas and directly wrapped it in Ye Cheng, who had not yet fallen on the ground.

But no matter how fast he was, it slowed down Ye Cheng for a few breaths.

"Ah......" After a few screams, several tents of blood spurted out from behind the rocks, and the bloody and miserable light of the man's sword in the sky.

"Jingle ......"

After a few more weapons rang out, Ye Cheng fell to the ground, his face was cold.

Two staggering figures rushed out of the grass, and a middle-aged man covered in blood landed beside a young man in his twenties.

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Cheng with a sad and angry face, as if he wanted to turn him into ashes with his eyes, and then he turned around and wailed: "Senior brother......"

The man glanced at Ye Cheng with a pale face, but looked at the place where Ye Cheng's magic sword had slashed just now.

"Senior brother, he plotted against the five of us with a sword, and Xianlin, Xianzha, and Wang Xi were all killed by him. I was the only one who escaped with Cang'er, and I was hit by a sword in the chest. The middle-aged man put down the young man in his hand and said sadly.

This man listened to the middle-aged man's words, and almost vomited a mouthful of blood, how did Ye Cheng know that there were still people hiding on the side?

"Boy, you have succeeded in provoking me, and if I don't cut you with a thousand knives, I won't be human. The man gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood in his heart, and raised the long knife in his hand.

Ye Cheng smiled faintly, although this man is powerful, but if he wants to escape from his hands today, it is absolutely impossible.

didn't seem to see his sad and indignant look, Ye Cheng sneered: "Silly B, do you think you guys can still leave today?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face became extremely ugly.

His junior disciple is a master of the second and third layers of qi training, but he was killed and injured three times by Ye Cheng's sword, this strength is ...... Could it be that he turned out to be a fourth-layer Qi cultivation realm?

Then why didn't he just kill himself?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his steps took two steps back.

"Want to escape?" Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly turned into a blue shadow, enveloping the man.

With a scream, the man's knife-wielding right arm was cut off, and his man fell to the ground.

The other middle-aged man's lips trembled, and he didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

"You can't kill us, although you are powerful, you are not my master's opponent, my master is the top powerhouse in the late stage of Qi training. The man shouted.

"Smack"

Ye Cheng slapped it and directly slapped the man shut, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"No matter how powerful your master is, he is not here now, and your life is in my hands, now what I ask, what do you answer, otherwise, you will understand what real pain is. Ye Cheng said coldly, he didn't have any sympathy for these people at all, if it weren't for his own strength, he would have been killed just now.