Just now, Ye Chen found him and wanted to refine two earth-shattering magic weapons with him, one of which was called the Sumeru Banner for moving mountains and unloading mountains.

This flag has the ability to move mountains and mountains, and it can also summon groups across borders, as long as someone holds a large flag and waves, thousands of people can be summoned in the air.

"Not bad!"

Ye Chen bowed his head slightly and said: "This flag is just one flag, and it can summon three thousand people, but you need to arrange the formation in advance!"

In the final analysis, the so-called Sumeru Banner of moving mountains and mountains is, to put it bluntly, equivalent to a moving teleportation array, which can teleport groups thousands of miles away.

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

"So you mean, you want to teleport all those million troops through this banner?" Huangquan Ancestor immediately saw through Ye Chen's thoughts.

"Not bad!"

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "So in the past two days, I still need to bother you, you must refine three hundred and sixty Sumeru Flags for moving mountains and unloading mountains!"

A flag can summon 3,000 people, and 360 can just summon that million troops.

"Three Hundred and Sixty ......"

When the Huangquan Ancestor heard this, he almost wanted to vomit blood, and his face twitched fiercely: "Three hundred and sixty noodles have been refined in two days, do you want to blow the Ancestor into a man?"

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

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and waved, and countless spirit stones fell to the ground from his storage ring, and for a while, the aura was like mist.

"What about you, you can't let the ancestor work alone!" Huangquan Ancestor looked reluctant.

"Naturally, I have my own tasks. ”

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

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

Each side is engraved with floating slaughter, and the eight sides are just eight floating slaughter, exuding a domineering and fierce atmosphere, as if they want to suppress all things.

"Eight Floating Pagodas!"

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth sneered: "This is the treasure of the dragon clan, once this thing is refined, the mana is boundless, and the divine power is monstrous, it can suppress the evil demons of the ten directions, as well as all kinds of heretics!"

"With my cultivation in the infancy stage, although I can't completely restore the true power of the Eight Floating Slaughter, it can still be used to suppress the saints!"

Then he took a deep breath, and the true yuan of his body agitated, and with a wave of his hand, many materials on the ground suddenly shot out.

In the secret room, the terrifying true element was stirring endlessly, as if the gods and thunder were alternately bright and extinguished, and there was a faint trace of the aura of contempt for all things quietly awakened.

......

And the outside world didn't know anything about this scene, and they were still arguing about the fact that all the demon kings gathered together to target Ye Chen.

In the Yangtze River Water Dragon Palace, a demon king shouted to the outside world: "Ye Nanmad hasn't said anything until now, he shouldn't be afraid at the moment, right?"

It was the boar king.

And after he finished speaking, he immediately received the support of many demon kings: "Hahaha, do you still need to guess this? I will wait for dozens of demon kings to join forces, and just one Ye Nan is crazy, I am afraid that I will already be scared of the two trembling forces." ”

"I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place, from the moment Ye Nan killed the Black Mountain Demon King, he was doomed!"

"If I were Ye Nanmad, I should have rushed to the Yangtze River Water Dragon Palace as soon as possible at this moment and kowtowed to us to apologize, the longer the time dragged on, the more I would not forgive him!"

The more the many demon kings talked, the more excited they became.

One of the demon kings even shouted to the golden-winged Dapeng in the air: "King Peng, haven't you been crazy about Ye Nan before, why are you dumb now?"

"King Peng, you won't be cowardly, will you?"

The Golden-winged Dapeng was suddenly furious: "Colorful King, are you provoking my Peng clan? When will it be your turn to do things?!!

......

Northeast, deep in the old woods.

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

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

"You Tian Dragon King has gathered dozens of demon kings, and my five immortals can't refuse, but my five immortals just promised to remain neutral!"

After a long time, an old voice came from the stone wall: "My Northeast Immortal Family will neither deal with Ye Nanmad nor help him, he will not escape death, I advise you to focus your mind on him." ”

The woman in white sighed faintly when she heard this.

......

Shaanzhou.

On the huge stupa, there is a person wearing a black dragon robe with a majestic face standing with his hands in his hands, this person looks at the direction of the Lishan Mausoleum, and his eyes seem to have pierced through the eternity.

It's a long-lost win.

At this time, a long dragon of black qi swept from the sky, turned into a man in iron armor and knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord, the surname Ye is now embattled, do we want to make a move?"

"Shot?"

Ying's dragon robe danced in the wind, and his voice was indifferent: "Of course I will make a move, if this person can't even solve the problem of dozens of beasts, I will make a move, but let him die in my hands, suck the blood of his holy body, and take his dragon energy!"

"What's more, the city is about to be unsealed, and it's time to take back what I left back then!"

“......”

Time passed in a flash, and when there was only the last day left in the three-day appointment, Ye Chen still did not leave the customs.

However, Wang Lao came to the Xingchen Group with an old man wearing a purple robe and a purple gold crown on his head.

Ye Wen glanced at the Taoist behind Wang Lao with a little guard, and said slowly: "My brother is in retreat, why don't you wait?"

"When was this time, he was still in retreat. Wang Lao was suddenly anxious.

"What's the use of retreat now?"

On the contrary, the Taoist behind him smiled coldly: "I don't know until the catastrophe is coming, but it's a pity that it's too late!"

At the end of the sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "The old man will give him another stick of incense, for the safety of my human race, he must come out, otherwise don't blame me for forcibly breaking the barrier!"

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

Elder Wang and the Taoist then turned back.

I saw a young man in white walking slowly, and the other party's cold eyes were fixed on the Taoist.

The Taoist's face was slightly gloomy: "What did you just say?"

"Do you dare to repeat what you just said?" Ye Wushuang looked at him without doubt.

The Taoist laughed angrily: "You junior dare to talk to me in this tone? The old man said something wrong? Many demon kings gathered and were about to wave their troops south, but he Ye Nanmad hid as a turtle with a shrunken head in the name of retreat......

"Boom ......"

Before he finished his words, the originally calm void suddenly trembled violently, and then there was an infinite sword will that erupted from Ye Wushuang's body.

A giant sword condensed from countless sword qi appeared out of thin air, and then slashed at the Daoist with the power of thunder.