The news that countless alien races were going to kill Yechen went viral throughout the Martial God Space, and many people were talking about this matter, discussing the chances of Yechen surviving.

"Yechen is locked in a secret realm, and the exit is guarded by a martial saint master, unless you hide in it for the rest of your life, you will die when you come out!" someone analyzed.

Someone else issued a notice: "There have been countless alien races heading towards the secret realm, they have brought the talismans and magic weapons given by their elders, and countless emperors have come out of the retreat, threatening to use Yechen's head to make a name, and even many genius emperors have started a gambling battle to see who can take Yechen's head first, those people are not only talented, but also have one foot into Wuzun, with the combat power to be able to fight Wuzun, in this case, the possibility of Yechen's survival is too small." ”

"The Empire of Death should go and save Yechen, otherwise a genius will fall. ”

"Save, how to save, it's the territory of a foreign race, and I know that there is Yechen in it, the other party's master is not a vegetarian, we have Emperor Wu, and they also have Emperor Wu there. ”

While people were talking about this, Yechen in the secret realm was a little distressed, and the place he entered was an endless grassland, with no mountains, no trees, only green grass.

Yechen didn't know how to find the direction anymore.

"No wonder, that friend of Blue Moon also searched for half a month in the secret realm here to find that zombie, in this kind of place, it is really too difficult to find. Yechen muttered.

Yechen's only advantage is that his speed is much faster than those martial arts sects at the beginning, but the disadvantage is also very obvious, he is very unfamiliar with this place, and he doesn't know where to start.

"Let's go deeper first!" Nightchen could only do so.

Before going into the depths, though......

Yechen turned his head and looked at Wen He, showing a gentle smile at him.

When this smile was looked at by Wen He, he subconsciously felt a tremor in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"You, what are you going to do, Yechen, I'm the sister-in-law of the Wen family, the fifth official of the empire!" Wen He said in a trembling voice.

"Hehe!" Yechen smiled and said, "Say, what Wenchuan is looking for here!"

"We're just enough to find the bear man, as long as Ogawa knows what the specific things are. Wen He said, "We are only responsible for accompanying him." ”

"Okay, good!" Yechen nodded, and then made a move, slapping Wenhe's body several times in a row.

"You, what are you?" As if remembering something terrible, Wen He's voice trembled.

Yechen smiled lightly: "It seems that you recognize it, you are worthy of being a five-grade official, you are not mistaken, this is the eighteen palms of purgatory." ”

Wen He's pupils widened suddenly.

As a member of the Wen family, he was fortunate to have come into contact with the execution masters of the Ghost Guard, trying whether he could endure the torment of the eighteen palms of purgatory, and also used this to exercise his willpower, but in the end he failed, under the eighteen palms of purgatory, he was better than dead, he didn't want any experience, no will, just wanted to end this intense pain.

Thinking about it now, Wen He still has palpitations.

"Yechen, I'm serious, I don't know anything, I'm willing to swear to God. Wen He said loudly.

Yechen smiled: "It's useless to swear to the sky, unless, you swear to your god of the underworld!"

"Hades!" Wen He's face showed a trace of fear, and then he reacted again, and hurriedly said, "What Hades?"

"Are you pretending to be stupid?" Yechen smiled, "Then you can enjoy it slowly." ”

"No!" Wen He let out a snarl of exhaustion, "Yechen, I really don't know, please let me go, I will be grateful to you in the future." ”

Yechen ignored Wen He, took out two pots of wine, handed one of them to Wang Ziyu, and said with a smile: "The Eighteen Palms of Purgatory really reach pain, it takes a certain amount of time, let's drink some bars first!"

After finishing speaking, Yechen turned out a square table and two chairs from the storage ring, and then invited Wang Ziyu to sit down, and then turned out peanuts, braised beef, and steamed crabs from the storage ring, and tasted them with Wang Ziyu.

Wang Ziyu said: "You really enjoy it." ”

Yechen said with a smile: "It was prepared for me by my mother, he was worried that I would be out of the house, sleeping in the open air, and there would be nothing good to eat, so he prepared a lot of food for me." ”

Wang Ziyu said: "It's good to have a mother who loves you." ”

Yechen said, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were an orphan. ”

"It's okay, people have to live. Wang Ziyu shook his head, then drank a full amount of wine, and said, "In this world, being able to live is happiness, isn't it?"

Yechen shook his head: "For me, no, if I live in a mess, I'd rather die." There is no free life, there is no satisfied life, that is not my life. ”

"Your pursuit is really high!" Wang Ziyu said, "It's a pity that it's hard to achieve." ”

Yechen smiled: "Since God can't fulfill us with such a life, then we have to rely on our own strength to create such a world, isn't it? ”

"Is there really such a world?" Wang Ziyu muttered, "Freedom!"

Yechen nodded: "It will come, I firmly believe that this is my faith." ”

Wang Ziyu smiled, her cold face was like a blooming snow lotus, and she felt very amazing when she looked at the night.

Wang Ziyu picked up the wine glass and said to Yechen: "Cheers to your ideals!"

"Cheers!"

The wine glasses in the hands of the two men collided together.

Contrary to the chic and relaxed of Yechen and the two, Wen He died painfully on the side, his green tendons burst out, his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, and he let out a violent cry: "Yechen, I really don't know." ”

"Come, drink!" didn't get any useful news, Yechen still continued to drink with Wang Ziyu comfortably.

"Yechen, I, I say!" Finally, Wen He roared loudly.

"Oh, say it!" Yechen said lightly, "I advise you to speak quickly, otherwise you won't even have the strength to speak." ”

"We, we are here to unite with the Bearren Clan, we represent the Hades and form an alliance with the Aliens!" Wen He said loudly.

Yechen smiled and said lightly, "I want to hear the truth." ”

"That's the truth, Yechen, it's the truth!" Wen He let out a cry of exhaustion, and his voice was very miserable.

Yechen is hard-hearted, and he doesn't believe in Wenhe at all.

Finally, under the inhuman torture, Wen He's life is better than death, what family glory, what the glory of the god of the underworld, is not as important as his own life, Wen He said loudly: "Yechen, we came here, we are looking for treasure, Wen Chuan, he found a Xuanling ice corpse!"

(End of chapter)