"Whoosh!"

After the Zen silver yarn left, Ye Chen rose into the sky, turned into a streamer, and flew to the depths of the wilderness. He was fast, and gusts of wind whistled past him.

The higher you fly, the smaller the scenery becomes, and in the end it looks like an ant.

But at this moment, Ye Chen's eyes were wandering, and with the eyes of the sun and the moon, he explored the entire wilderness.

The Sun and Moon Divine Eye, Ye Chen, based on his two clever skills, cultivated with the Heaven and Earth Breathing Method, turned into the God of the Sun and Moon in his body, and had a sense with the Sun and Moon in the sky.

The light of the sun and the moon shone on the world, and as far as he could see, he searched everything, saw through all the falsehoods in the world, and went straight to the truth.

Furthermore, if these two gods are completed, they can create the Taiyin Sun and start Taiji.

With the blessing of the Moon God Spirit Clothes transformed by the Goddess of the Cold Moon, in just a few breaths, Ye Chen crossed hundreds of miles across the wilderness and came to the depths of the wilderness, standing in the air.

In the distance, a pillar of heaven towered in front of him, blocking him.

This mountain is called Tianjue Mountain, although it is not as majestic and grand as Tianzhu Mountain, but it is enough to make countless people standing here feel that the danger of this mountain and river is great, and their own insignificance.

And at the back of the mountain, Ye Chen felt two diametrically opposed breaths.

One of them is a huge masculinity, which is erect on all sides, making people feel as if there is a sun hidden in the mountain in front of them, as if the sun fell into this mountain when it went down.

On the other hand, the yin qi is even stronger, containing an extremely yin breath, such as ten thousand years of Xuan Bing, which makes people feel like falling into an ice cave, cold to the bone, even if it is a martial arts master, as long as it is close, the qi and blood on the body will be instantly annihilated, frozen to death.

The two extreme forces appear in the same place, which undoubtedly symbolizes the opposition between a martial saint and the power of the supreme ghost immortal, such as yin and yang, incompatible with each other, and the collision of momentum is like water and fire, extremely fierce.

But Ye Chen's front was deserted, only the majestic Tianjue Mountain, and there was no trace of anyone. But he knew that this was the base camp of the Witch Ghost Dao, how could he not have a large array of defenses.

Moreover, this situation cannot be seen at all with ordinary naked eyes, and only masters who have cultivated their minds to a certain level can "feel" it.

Vaguely, Ye Chen could feel the change of the scene in front of him, the original reckless mountains began to become real and illusory, some floating, faintly in the mountains, as if there was another world.

"Huh"

Suddenly, Ye Chen's gaze moved, and the golden light under his eyes emanated, urging the higher level of the Sun and Moon Divine Eye to see through all illusions.

Suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened up! A world emerges in front of you.

It was a vast plain, as far as the eye could see, and on the plain, there were countless houses, heaven and earth, roads, rivers, cities, and ...... Everything was as if it were the territory of a small province in Daqian.

In the center of each city stands an altar, full of resentment and blood, and many cities are still carrying out altars for the living.

"Boom"

Suddenly, there was a sudden riot in the place where the two extreme auras converged, and a great battle broke out between the two sides. I saw a straight essence, rising from the central city, as if it was going to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

Then, the sound of a powerful explosion was heard, which was more violent than the thunder.

Ye Chen's gaze looked down, it was a great monk in the realm of Martial Saints, with a red face, big hands and feet, a burly figure, big ears, and a half-old man who seemed to be in his forties and fifties. Wearing a black gold robe, between the shots, the flash was like lightning, the fist wind was violent, like a dragon and a tiger roaring, and the energy of the body seemed to be endless.

And his opponent was a man, but not a martial saint, a ghost immortal, a thousand feet away from the monk. This man was wearing a cloak with a lot of bird feathers on it, and his face was peaceful, except for an eagle with a hooked nose.

I saw that he received a Buddhist meditation gesture seal with both hands, and the whole person exuded gusts of yin wind, cold to the bone, forming a strong contrast with the monks of the martial saint realm.

One after another divine soul thoughts emanated from him, attached to all kinds of huge mountain rocks, trees, and lakes, combined at will, turned into various shapes, and besieged that martial saint monk from all directions from heaven and earth.

"Monk Jingren, Condor King?"

Ye Chen recognized the two of them at a glance, because he had read the memories of Zen Yinsha for more than 300 years, he was already familiar with the various characters and events in this world.

In that year, the Great Chan Temple was destroyed, the masters were killed and wounded, and the Jingren monk escaped a catastrophe because of his low strength, and came to the wilderness with the Qiankun cloth bag, and was later taken in by the witch and ghost Dao, and stayed for more than 20 years, becoming today's martial saint powerhouse.

The Condor King is one of the eight demon immortals in the world, the top ghost immortal powerhouse, the first of the eight demon immortals killed by Hong Yi in the original history, and the subordinate of the champion Hou.

"That's right! Champion Hou was robbed of the Panhuang Soul Sword by me, and not only was the Creation Gourd destroyed, but even he fell into the void turbulence. Now to seize the Qiankun cloth bag, it can only be the Condor King who comes over in person. ”

Ye Chen was still wondering, the champion Hou was beaten by him and disappeared, why did his subordinates appear here now, but after thinking about it, he made sense.

Although the Condor King is powerful, the ninja monk who is a martial saint is not a vegetarian. His body was divided at once, and every muscular fight was like a lightning strike in the sky, the air was shaken violently, the air waves rolled and rolled, and the masculine qi and blood exploded inch by inch, shattering the idea of the Condor King's differentiation.

But as a ghost immortal, the Condor King has a lot of thoughts, as long as he doesn't let the martial saint get close, then it's okay to fight.

At the same time as the Jingren Monk and the Condor King were fighting, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and hundreds of heavenly corpses flew into the air, dense, more terrifying than locusts.

Ye Chen looked carefully, these days there were two pairs of wide flesh wings and flesh membranes growing on the back of the corpse, and the whole body was covered with scales, and the color was black and blue with shining ugin, all over the body, invulnerable!

Even the face was covered with those scales, two fangs were exposed, and the blood-red eyes, like the ruby of the blood moon, glowed faintly, this appearance seemed fierce, hideous, fierce, and violent seemed to concentrate all the terrible words in the world on the body.

This is the Heavenly Corpse of the Witch Ghost Dao!

And the one who controls these heavenly corpses is a black thin Taoist priest with a huge pocket on his back.

Ye Chen looked at it with the eyes of the sun and the moon, and found that this pocket was not silk or linen, and the color was very strange, like leather, but it was definitely not the skin of any kind of animal.

The mouth of the bag was tightly tied by a rope, this rope seemed to be tendons, and it didn't seem to be the tendons of animals, and there was a huge trace of pure yang power faintly escaped from the pocket.

Although there was only a trace of strength, this made Ye Chen feel a kind of familiarity, not a familiarity like bloodline, but a familiarity of the same category and the same level.

The pure yang power emanating from that pocket was at the same level as him, belonging to the realm of human immortals.

"Qiankun cloth bag! That black and thin Taoist priest should be the Zong Yu black pupil of the Witch Ghost Dao. ”

Ye Chen's heart lit up, that was the purpose of his trip to the wilderness, Qiankun cloth bag.

But he did not rush to do it, but continued to wait and see.

Because he had already noticed that within this radius of thousands of miles, there were at least three, or even four masters who were no less than the level of human immortal combat power, hiding in the void, if it weren't for his ability to have the eyes of the sun and moon, he really couldn't find it.

On the other side, I saw that Yu Wutong, the sect leader of the Witch and Ghost Dao, was holding a palm-sized order flag, which was covered with runes, and with just a flick of his hand, this order flag revealed a few yin winds, wrapped his body, and flew into the air.

At the same time, there were five golden wings around this Yu black pupil, and the corpse emperor with a golden flesh crown flew up and down, spewing out a golden pill from his mouth, which gathered all the metallic properties together and turned into a golden essence pill, which was extremely powerful.

I saw that these corpse emperors flew up, and they spit out this golden pill, and as soon as they touched the enemy's spell, they immediately exploded, turning into dozens of sharp golden sword qi, cutting everywhere, and after cutting, the corpse emperor sucked it, and those golden sword qi gathered into a ball of golden vitality and was sucked into his mouth, and after a few breaths, it condensed into a pill again.

"Huh? That person is ...... No mother! ”

Ye Chen's eyes moved, he looked at the opponent who was fighting with the Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master Yu Wutong, recognized the other party, and his heart froze, and the whole person was ready to make a move.