The matter of bloodthirsty evil cultivation, Chen Ye didn't need to think about it, he knew that it must have been because of the previous Seven Rank Pill incident.

It's only been a few days, but I didn't expect them to make a name for themselves.

In the Heaven Dou Continent, all cultivation methods that go against common sense and do not conform to the norm are collectively referred to as evil cultivation.

Relying on sucking and refining the blood of others to strengthen one's own cultivation is such a thing, which is contrary to orthodox cultivation.

For example, this kind of cultivation method that harms others and benefits oneself will inevitably fail to convince the public, and it is reasonable that it will be jointly crusaded.

And it seems that the scale of this bloodthirsty evil cultivator outbreak is not small, Tianfu City, including more than a dozen cities around Tianfu City, and millions of people have been assimilated.

The safety of the empire is not something Chen Ye needs to worry about, what he is really worried about is Chen Yuan, Lin Ying and others.

"I need to leave the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect for a while, and you will be in charge of everything for me for the time being. Chen Ye took a few steps, looked back at Su Wan'er, and ordered.

"Yes! Master. Su Wan'er nodded and agreed.

"Obsidian!" Chen Ye shouted.

Suddenly, a huge figure covered the sky and the sun, and the demon dragon slowly descended, bowing his head and saying, "Master." ”

Chen Ye jumped up and said, "Full speed, go back to Tianfu City." ”

"Yes!"

With a wave of its giant wings, the wind pressure whirred, and in the blink of an eye, the obsidian had already flown into the clouds, and quickly disappeared from the field of vision of the two.

'Slave of the Dragon!'

Only Su Wan'er, who looked frightened, was left, and the two of them were Elm.

"Senior sister, no, what should we do now?"

"It's business as usual. Su Wan'er responded.

......

"Are you from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect?"

Halfway through, Chen Ye met the Sword Sect, the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, the Crouching Tiger Mountain, etc., large and small, adding up to more than twenty sects, with a total number of four thousand.

"We have sent a full three hundred disciples to Crouching Tiger Mountain alone, and it is ridiculous that the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, which is known as the strongest sect, actually sent a person over. "The leader of Crouching Tiger Mountain is named Wang Lang, who is the chief disciple of the sect, and he has to be the true successor of the sect.

This trip to encircle and suppress the bloodthirsty evil cultivators in Tianfu City was an opportunity for Wang Lang to be tested by the head of Crouching Tiger Mountain.

"No matter how many people there are, what's the use of being useless?" Chen Ye said lightly.

"You guy, you dare to underestimate us in Crouching Tiger Mountain!" Wang Lang's face changed greatly.

"It's just telling you the truth, why are you in such a hurry, you like to sit in the right seat?" Chen Ye said, making Wang Lang's face red, and he didn't know how to respond.

'What a sharp mouth!'

"Are you Chen Ye?" At this time, the leader of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, Ye Zhongming, leaned in, his eyes lit up, and said.

"Oh, Elder Ye knows him?" Wang Lang said curiously.

"Of course, this little brother is the chief of this year's adult style. Ye Zhongming explained.

'Adult Chief!'

Wang Lang was shocked.

Before being in the mountains, Wang Lang had heard the boss mention it more than once.

If it weren't for the pressure from the Empire, he would definitely do everything he could, and he would also pull this year's adult-style chief into Crouching Tiger Mountain.

I didn't expect it to be him. ’

"Little Brother Chen, shouldn't you have been incorporated into the Empire, how did you join the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect?" Ye Zhongming was puzzled.

Ye Zhongming couldn't believe that the empress would give up a genius like Chen Ye to the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect so easily.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is the strongest sect in the empire, there is no doubt about this, and its development has even seriously affected the authority of the empire.

The vast majority of people have heard of the rumors of the Empire's restriction on the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.

But as it stands......

'Is it really just a rumor?'

"The Tao is different, and it is just not a conspiracy. Chen Ye responded.

"Even if it is an adult-style chief, the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect doesn't need to be so arrogant, right? Isn't Elder Ye's realm inferior to you? But the Hidden Dragon Pavilion has at least sent five hundred disciples to participate in this encirclement and suppression operation, look at your Ten Thousand Immortal Sect again, tsk. Wang Lang said.

"Obsidian. Chen Ye said softly.

Obsidian quickly turned around, opened the abyssal mouth, and swallowed Wang Lang in one gulp.

In the mouth, to be exact.

"Let me out, I'm the chief disciple of Crouching Tiger Mountain!"

"It stinks!"

"If something happens to me, the head of the sect will definitely not let you Wanxian Sect go. ”

From time to time, Wang Lang shouted and scolded, and the disgusting voice was vague.

Drawing the sword, no matter how Wang Lang tossed, he couldn't cause the slightest damage to Obsidian.

"......" saw that his senior brother was swallowed, and a group of people in Crouching Tiger Mountain dared to be angry.

Wang Lang was like this, all the way to Tianfu City.

Burst!

"It's unpalatable. Obsidian spit out Wang Lang, covered in mucus, and rolled down a few times.

'I'm disgusted by a dragon!'

Wang Lang got up from the ground, and Ren Jiu felt a little dizzy.

"You guy, how dare you humiliate me like this, I want to duel with you!" Blocking my life and dignity!" Wang Lang pulled out his sword, pointed his sword at Chen Ye, and said angrily.

"I've already given you enough opportunities to reflect, and since you don't cherish it yourself, you can't blame me. Chen Ye held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and his figure flashed and came to Wang Lang.

"It's so fast!" Wang Lang was shocked, feeling the fluctuation of sword qi, he hurriedly raised his hand and blocked it with his sword.

Boom!

However, his sword was directly cut in two by Chen Ye's sword.

"Waste. Chen Ye said disdainfully.

Wang Lang jumped a big step in time to avoid being fatally injured.

In the next second, blood oozed from his chest, staining his white clothes red.

"You guy, you just have a good sword, what are you arrogant about? Look at my tiger roaring fist!" Wang Lang's internal strength exploded, and his aura changed greatly.

Tiger Roar Fist is a peerless study in Crouching Tiger Mountain, and only true disciples can learn it.

And Wang Lang is the true disciple of the master, and the Tiger Roar Boxing he learned is more authentic.

A punch was struck, and the tiger roared deafeningly.

Sword up!

Sword falls!

Seeing a flash of coldness, Wang Lang suddenly froze in place and maintained his punching action.

Chen Ye put away the Qingfeng Sword, shook his head and said, "These days, there is really all kinds of garbage, isn't it good to be modest? ”

"Obsidian, let's go. Chen Ye shouted.

"Yes, master. The obsidian turned into the size of a palm and landed on Chen Ye's shoulder.

Seeing Chen Ye walking away, the junior disciples of Wohu Mountain hurriedly surrounded Wang Lang and asked suspiciously: "Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother?"

shouted a few times, but Wang Lang did not respond.

"Senior brother!" someone deliberately raised his voice and shouted a few more times, but he still didn't see Wang Lang respond to him.

Still keep punching motion.

"Senior Brother Wang Lang!" At this time, someone reached out and touched Wang Lang's body.

It doesn't matter if you don't touch it, if you touch it......

On Wang Lang's neck, a red line suddenly appeared.

Instantly, his head rolled down, and a stream of blood gushed wildly, splashing everyone.