Bang bang bang.

Ye Chen's whole body flashed with thunder and lightning, and his eyes were filled with a seeping silver color, and the thunder danced wildly.

"Just a spell, you want to tie me up too?" his threatening voice echoed in front of the formation.

The man in black immediately softened his feet and knelt in front of Ye Chen.

What the is this?

No, he can't die!

The man in black cut his palm with a bronze sword, drew a circle on the ground with blood, and put his hands together to sacrifice with blood.

"Ten magic spells, and listen to me, sacrifice with blood, and command the void. ”

It was getting dark.

Ye Chen saw the movements of the man in black, and suddenly opened his eyes angrily, "Actually sacrifice with blood!"

Blood sacrifice is one of the most evil techniques, and it has rarely been used in a hundred years, and now Ye Chen has seen it here again.

With both hands pinching the trick, an electric current explodes from the hand.

He is bound to blow up those who sacrificed with blood!

But as soon as the thunder and lightning came out, the man in black transformed into a void in the blood circle, disappeared in an instant, and the thunder and lightning exploded.

"Damn!" Ye Chen scolded in a low voice.

When he catches the man in black, he will definitely regret coming to this world!

After calming down, he turned around and walked towards the cave, where the loose cultivators in the cave had long gone.

Only Rong Qiao sat in the cave with her hands and feet tied, still stuffed with something in her mouth, and when she saw Ye Chen, she whimpered.

She had already been released from the bottle by the man in black, and she had long been terrified.

Ye Chen untied her and took what was in his mouth.

As soon as Rong Qiao was let go, she threw herself into Ye Chen's arms and began to whimper.

"Woo woo ~ I'm so scared, scared me to death ~ Woo woo. ”

Ye Chen patted her on the shoulder, not knowing how to tell her about her father.

After a while, she waited for her mood to stabilize before she spoke.

"Miss Rong, your father, is injured. ”

He didn't say what the injury was for, he just told her the conclusion.

Rong Qiao looked at him stunned, and he hadn't come back for a long time.

Rongcheng House.

When the people saw Rong Qiao, who ran into the city lord's house in a hurry, they were all frightened.

No one could have imagined what kind of behavior this young lady who never played cards according to common sense would make, and there were also angry beatings and scolding.

Who knew that Rong Qiao ran into the house and looked at her father, whose face was pale and unconscious, and her first reaction was unbelievable.

She stood there for a long time.

If I hadn't sneaked out, wouldn't my father have been hurt?

She began to blame herself, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Chen stood behind her, watched her shoulders shake with sobs, took a few steps forward, and patted her on the back.

"It's not your fault. ”

Who knows, Rong Qiao turned his head and waved his arm away.

If it weren't for my rudeness and willfulness and unreasonable trouble, my father would be fine!"

"It's all my fault!"

Ye Chen watched her quietly and constantly blame herself, knowing that she needed to vent her emotions, and he didn't stop her much.

Rong Qiao sobbed like this for a while, and slowly calmed down.

Ye Chen opened his mouth at the right time: "Don't cry, your father will be unhappy when he sees it." ”

Rong Qiao wiped the tears from her face, "Is there anything wrong with my father?"

Ye Chen saw that her emotions had finally calmed down, and said, "Although your father was not lightly injured, he did not hurt the vital point, so in time, he will be able to recover." ”

Rong Qiao nodded, "It was those scattered cultivators who injured my father like this?"

Ye Chen shook his head, "No, there are other people." ”

No matter who it is, if it has anything to do with this matter, she will not let it go!

"It's hard for those casual cultivators to shirk their responsibilities!" she said through gritted teeth.

The voice just landed.

A subordinate ran in from outside.

"Mr. Ye, Miss Rong, go and take a look!"

Ye Chen, Rong Qiao at the same time

Dispatched, a few steps out of the house.

At the gate of Rongcheng Mansion, a bunch of monks had already gathered, and when they saw the two of them coming out, they couldn't hold back for a long time.

Ye Chen opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter?"

The first person said excitedly: "Mr. Ye, Miss Rong, the city lord treats us well, the city lord is in trouble today, we must take revenge on the city lord!"

At this time, the other monks also spoke.

"That's it!"

"This revenge must be avenged!"

The monks of Rongcheng went to the gathering place of scattered cultivation.

The city lord usually takes care of them so much, but now that the city lord is in trouble, of course they have to contribute to the city lord.

Everyone has their weapons in their hands, their faces are full of murder, and they go to the opposite mountain to take revenge.

For a time, the clouds in the sky were agitated, and the figures of monks were everywhere, as if countless gods had descended to earth.

The scattered cultivators on the hill saw this battle and fled in all directions in fright.

The leading Rong Qiao and Haiqing are dressed in military uniforms and are heroic.

The city lord's injuries have not healed, and he still remains in the city lord's mansion to recuperate.

Before leaving, the city lord called Ye Chen into the house and talked secretly, and only these two people knew the content of the conversation.

Ye Chen looked at the mountain not far away, his gaze was far away.

In fact, the two did not have the advice of the father-in-law to the son-in-law that others thought.

He negotiated a deal with the city lord, if Ye Chen helped to sweep the formation this time and successfully exterminated the bandits and scattered cultivators, then Ye Chen could take three pills from the city lord's mansion in Rongcheng at will.

The city lord of Rongcheng also knows his strength, this time he can't beat just a man in black, and he almost lost his daughter, and the soul recovery pill is in his hands, which is a blessing or a curse.

It is obviously more cost-effective to exchange this time for the blessing of a strong man.

Ye Chen agreed.

In the last life, he died because of the thunder tribulation, if there is a Soul Resurrection Pill, will it be a different situation?

While thinking about it, thousands of people were already approaching the nest of scattered cultivators.

These people who only dare to rely on the strength of the crowd have long been frightened by the two tremors.

The owner of the scattered village sent a message to the man in black, but there was no response.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and today found his son in the woods, dying miserably.

That is his only son, how can he be willing?

He looked at his subordinates who were sitting down in horror, and he was disdainful, a group of cowards.

"You want to escape, stop dreaming! Think about the things you have done, even if you surrender, it is strange that Brother Rongcheng will let you go!"

When the people below heard this, their faces turned pale and they were about to cry.

"What then?"

"Owner of the village, what should I do, can you give me an idea?"

The master of the scattered cultivation village sat on the tiger skin chair of the demon beast, with a fierce expression, "What should I do? What else can I do, of course I will fuck him." ”

"Lao Tzu has only one son, and this group of people actually killed him! If your son is caught, he will not escape death!"

"Death is death, as long as it's not me who dies. It's not that sons can't be reborn. "A monk sitting at the bottom, squinting his triangular eyes, a little indifferent.

The owner of the village turned pale, didn't say anything, and slapped it directly.

The palm print went straight to the triangular-eyed monk, rising in the wind until it became the size of a person, and the palm print was swirled with a faint black mist, and the cold air in it was terrifying.

The speed of this palm print was extremely fast, and before the people present could react, the triangular-eyed monk was shrouded in silence.

His face was terrified, and as soon as the screams came out, half of his body was invaded by black, and his body was like ice cubes in summer, melting silently.

In just a moment, the person who spoke out just now had been melted away with only a pool of black blood.

The rest of the palm wind winded, and the black blood was also absorbed, and there was nothing left for the last bit of penance in a hundred years.

The owner of the village quietly burped, feeling the extra strength in his body, and was satisfied.