This ancient city is also very prosperous, the streets are bustling with people, coming and going are monks, not a single mortal, among them there are many great supernatural powers, along the way, see more than one quasi-saint.

On the side of the street, there are many people.

Looking closely, the onlookers were all pointing at a ragged woman.

The woman was about twenty years old, barefoot, with unkempt hair, holding a steamed bun in both hands, and walking down the street trembling as she gnawed, and her ragged clothes made her look like a beggar begging for food.

She seems to have been stimulated by something, some nerves are abnormal, while lowering her head and nibbling on steamed buns, sometimes she will raise her head and look at the people around her in horror, as if she is afraid of everything in this world.

The people on both sides of the street were disgusted, and many of them had already covered their noses, hiding far away like stars, and their mouths were full of foul language, wishing that the woman would die immediately.

However, there were two people who did not dodge, but blocked the middle of the road.

They were two bearded men, fierce and vicious, like two robbers licking blood at the tip of a knife.

They did not shy away from it at all, and each touched his chin, looked her up and down, and there was a light of lewdness and evil in his fierce eyes, as if he did not mind taking the female beggar back to enjoy it.

"Come with me, little girl!" a big man laughed, revealing a mouthful of disgusting yellow teeth.

The woman seemed to be frightened, and curled up with the steamed bun in her arms, especially when she saw the fierce look in the big man's smile, it made her whole body tremble.

"I'll treat you well. The big man stepped forward, laughing obscenely and ferociously, and reached out his big hand to brush away the woman's unkempt hair, but the woman was dodged by the woman's nervous reaction.

"Shame on the face. The big man's face turned fierce and suddenly raised his face.

However, before the big man could slam his palm, he was grasped by a hand that suddenly appeared.

In the next moment, the big man felt that his body was out of balance, and then his feet left the ground, and he was thrown into the void sky, and before he could hit the ground, he exploded into a blood mist in the void sky.

You....!

The other big man suddenly changed color and wanted to escape, but a divine light shot from behind him.

Burst!

The blood flower bloomed, and the other big man also turned into a blood mist.

The picture was very bloody, which made the hearts of people on both sides tremble, and they all looked at the two people who made the shot, a young man and a bald head, who were Ye Chen and Long Yi who came to find the reincarnation.

Ye Chen stepped forward and wanted to touch the woman's cheek.

The woman dodged again, stumbling back, while looking at Ye Chen with a frightened expression, holding the steamed bun tightly in her hand, for fear that Ye Chen would rush forward to grab her food.

Ye Chen's nose was sour, and there were tears in his eyes, and he suddenly stepped forward and hugged the woman into his arms.

The woman wanted to break free, but Ye Chen hugged her tighter, "Don't be afraid of poetry and painting, senior brother is here." ”

A warm word made the delicate body of the woman who was still struggling tremble, raised her cheeks, and saw a vicissitudes of life through her unkempt hair, and she looked a little confused.

Don't be afraid!

Ye Chen choked up and smiled and patted her back gently.

The woman stopped resisting, just looking at that face in a daze, his arms were very warm.

Seeing this scene, the people around them were talking again, pointing at Ye Chen and Lin Shihua, seeing Ye Chen hugging her, more people covered their noses with a look of disgust.

"Look, fuck off. The dragon was furious and scolded, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"Young man, speak carefully, lest you provoke death. The words sounded, it was an old man in purple, his tone was still a little gloomy, and he was a little angry at Long Yi's scolding.

"All of you, kneel down and make amends to her, and those who do not kneel will die. Ye Chen held Lin Shihua in one hand, his expression was indifferent, his words were bland, and he was extremely ethereal, Lin Shihua was the reincarnation of Da Chu, he died in Da Chu a hundred years ago for the common people of all domains, but now he is like this, the people they blessed, but they all showed disgust for her, how could he not be angry.

"An imperial realm, it's really a big breath. "It's the old man in purple again, and the scolding shook the heavens and the earth.

However, in the next second, his head was separated from his body, and the head that rolled off, his eyes were still full of disbelief, and he was killed in an instant in the majestic realm of the Sixth Heaven.

"This.... "The people present suddenly changed color, it was an imperial realm!

"Kneel is not kneeling. Ye Chen said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned, and some people whispered, "Can't we hide if we can't be provoked?"

It's just that the man had just taken a step when he was pierced through his heart by a divine light.

The man looked at the bloody hole in his chest in a daze, his eyes were prominent, and he was in disbelief, and he fell down on the spot and died instantly.

"Little friend, it's too much. A gray-haired old man at the peak of the Imperial Realm snorted coldly.

"In a word, kneeling is not kneeling. Ye Chen's words were still flat.

"Look for death. The gray-haired old man shouted angrily, and slashed Ling Tian with a palm, but he was knocked over by Ye Chen with a wave of his palm, and flew upside down for hundreds of zhang, and when he landed, he was also a pool of blood.

Hiss!

The scene was full of gasping cold air sounds, shocking Ye Chen's combat power and Ye Chen's ruthless methods.

Poof!

In the shock, the immortals shot out, and the figures standing one after another turned into blood mist.

Kneel, we kneel!

Immediately, someone knelt on the ground with a thud, if they didn't kneel, they would be the next to be destroyed, although they didn't know what the relationship between Ye Chen and this female beggar was, but they knew that they could survive by kneeling.

However, not everyone knelt down, and there were still a few people standing in place with cold faces.

Ye Chen didn't speak, holding Lin Shihua in one hand and waving with the other, where he passed, there were no people standing, only bursting blood mist, but those who were still standing were destroyed in pieces.

Kneel, we kneel!

At this moment, those stiff people also hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Ye Chen froze and stood quietly in place.

In this ancient city, there are still people who do not kneel, there are two in the restaurant on the left, four in the restaurant not far away, one in the restaurant behind him, and one in a restaurant in the east.

They are all quasi-saints, and they are sipping wine lightly at the moment, not caring about Ye Chen's killing at all, as if they know that Ye Chen will not dare to attack them, and they are very confident in their combat power.

"The top eight, come down. Ye Chen said lightly, "Kneel down and make amends with her." ”

"Little friends, arrogant people, no good end. A purple-clothed quasi-saint snorted slowly, still sipping the wine lightly, "People who are too murderous will eventually find it difficult to achieve positive results." ”

Ye Chen didn't speak, and stepped lightly on the ground.

When he landed, the ancient city trembled, and the restaurant that stood there collapsed at Ye Chen's feet.

At this moment, the eight quasi-saints all came down and fell to the ground.

It was still the purple-clothed quasi-saint, gently brushing his beard, looking at Ye Chen, and his voice was ethereal, "You can choose a way to die." ”

Ye Chen was silent, shrunk into inches in one step, and instantly killed the purple-clothed quasi-saint before his death.

You....!

The purple-clothed quasi-saint who was still light and breezy at the last moment, his color changed at this moment, and he didn't know that Ye Chen still had such a mystical body method, and even his quasi-saint cultivation couldn't figure out Ye Chen's figure.

Burst!

Blood splattered, and half of the purple-clothed quasi-saint's body was blasted into a blood mist by Ye Chen's punch.

The purple-clothed old man stepped back, and before he could fix his figure, a domineering and incomparable immortal mang had already shot in, piercing his Danhai, and his quasi-saint cultivation was instantly wiped out.

I... My cultivation!

The purple-clothed quasi-saint roared, unable to accept this fact.

Bang!

After all, the purple-clothed quasi-saint's stumbling body, even if it couldn't support it, fell to his knees with a thud.

Cultivation is clean and clean, and he is no longer a high-ranking quasi-saint, but a complete waste

Perhaps, it was not until this moment that he really understood what regret was, he held himself as a quasi-saint cultivator and was invincible in the world, but he didn't even survive a single move in the hands of an imperial realm, he knew that Ye Chen was so strong, he shouldn't have pretended to be forced, he should have knelt down honestly, and he wouldn't suffer from this catastrophe.

The other seven quasi-saints retreated one after another, their expressions were pale, Ye Chen's strength was far beyond their expectations, and the quasi-saints were all abolished after they were all supported by one move.

Retreating and retreating, the seven quasi-saints suddenly turned around, and each stepped into the void sky, and since they couldn't be provoked, they could only escape.

However, when they had just stepped into the void sky, they were pressed down by a golden hand that covered the sky.

Poof!

Seven immortals flew out, blood splattered one after another, and the cultivation of the seven quasi-saints was also wiped out on the spot.

I... My cultivation!

The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and they were no longer high-ranking quasi-saints, but also turned into a complete waste, which was more painful than killing them, and cultivation was their life!

Seeing this, Long Yi sneered, "Let you, if you don't kneel, this is what you asked for." ”

Yes....!

The seven quasi-saints roared in pain, and they all knelt on the ground, only to know what regret was, if they knelt, there would be no such calamity, as Long Yi said, these were all self-inflicted.

At this point, there were no more people standing in this ancient city, and they knelt down one after another, each trembling, just like Lin Shihua before, their faces were pale and their eyes were full of horror.

Ye Chen left, holding Lin Shihua, who was still trembling with frightened eyes, with one hand.

She didn't resist, let Ye Chen Ye Chen pull it, that warm big hand gave her endless warmth, so that she didn't want to resist, and felt that the young man in front of her was extremely kind.

Why!

Behind him, the eight quasi-saints roared and roared, tearing their hearts and lungs, "We have no grievances with you, why is this?" ”

Ye Chen walked out of the ancient city, and his figure disappeared, but an ethereal majestic and cold voice came back, "The survival of the common people in the Ten Thousand Domains is fought for with ninety million heroic souls, and she is one of them, every mountain, every river, every tree, every grass, every flower, and every living being in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains, including you, owe them." ”

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