Continuing to go deeper, Ye Chen came to the deepest part of the underground palace.

"The first generation of the Holy Lord of Yan Huang, Emperor Yan. Ye Chen read a line of text under the stone statue word by word.

The stone statue is vividly depicted, the body of the Yan Emperor is tall and majestic, as tough as a mountain, as if it will never fall, he is wearing battle armor, like an emperor in the world, looking at the world.

Suddenly, the words of Zhong Jiang and Hongchenxue sounded in Ye Chen's mind, it was Emperor Yan, who unified the chaotic Great Chu back then, and also strongly suppressed the riot of the Killer God Dynasty, leaving behind an immortal myth.

But the stone statue will not have any reaction, and the Yan Emperor still stares at the Quartet, not moving at all.

He found that there were only ninety-seven stone statues here, and the stone statues of each generation of the Yanhuang Holy Lord stood here, but only the stone statue of the ninety-seventh generation of the Holy Lord was missing.

"He shouldn't have been to this forbidden place!"

Muttering to himself, Ye Chen began to look around again, there was nothing else here except for stone statues or stone statues, and there was no chance and treasure that Hongchen Xue said, which made Ye Chen a little stunned.

However, at the moment when he was about to turn around, the entire underground palace shook.

Rumble!

"It's ....... Hongchenxue, who was still standing outside the forbidden land, looked at the void in disbelief.

"I remember that there were only more than thirty Yanhuang Holy Masters who recognized Zhong Yan back then, this kid is so hanging!" On the side, Gu Santong also looked up at the void, although his expression was obscene, he couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes.

Even their old fellows were so amazed and unbelievable, not to mention Yan Huang's other elders and disciples.

"Master, what do the ninety-seven stars mean? A young disciple looked at his master suspiciously.

"Is there anything else to say about that?"

"That's it! Then we, the ninety-ninth generation Yanhuang Holy Lord, are really hanging to the sky. ”

Ye Chen naturally couldn't hear the discussion from the outside world.

Stunned, Ye Chen didn't know what to do, whether to leave or not, which made him hesitate a little.

Sou!

Suddenly, Ye Chengong's body was shocked, and he only felt that something had crashed into his soul.

Ye Chen's eyes were dark, but there was no pain, he only felt a warm current melted into his soul.

However, the soul flame above the head of the Silver Dust Stone Statue of the Ninety-Sixth Generation Yanhuang Holy Lord also flew down, and it also rushed into Ye Chen's soul.

Being fused into his soul by the flames of the soul, Ye Chen's body staggered, and the dizziness of his mind made him almost fall to the ground.

Ye Chen seemed to have discovered this, and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, quickly fusing the soul flames, hoping to use the power of the pure soul imprint of the ancestors of the past generations to rush into the heavenly realm soul.

At this moment, on the stone statue of the Yan Emperor, the primordial flame the size of a wine jar swayed violently, and then flew down like a purple gold light, rushing into Ye Chen's eyebrows.

It was only at this time that Ye Chen screamed in pain, only feeling that his soul was about to burn, as if it was about to be melted on the spot, and even his eyes seemed to be burning.

There seemed to be such a voice in the dark, as if some barrier had been broken.

The dizziness dissipated, Ye Chen closed his eyes suddenly, his mood was empty at this moment, his heart was like water, and the waves were not alarmed.

"Creation, it is indeed creation. Closing his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.