"Oh, Xuanling Ice Corpse? What is that?" Yechen crossed Erlang's legs, sipped a little wine, and said lightly as Wen He, who died and came back to life in pain.

"Yechen, it's a long story, I'll tell you, help me untie it first, I'm too painful. Wen He roared.

Yechen smiled and shook his head, "Then to make a long story short, don't try to fool me, if I find out that what you said is inconsistent, you will understand what it feels like to be tortured to death by the Eighteen Palms of Purgatory." Hehe, I'm sure you've heard of that kind of death. ”

"No, don't, I'll say it!" Wen He's eyes were full of horror, and then he spat and quickly said the news about the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

Within a minute, Wen He poured out all the news about the Xuanling Ice Corpse like pouring beans, and completely retold what Wen Chuan said word for word.

"Yechen, I've said everything, you can let me go now!" Wen He shouted.

Yechen smiled, then shook his head, and said softly, "I don't believe it!"

"What?" Wen He's pupils widened suddenly, and he shouted at Yechen with a hideous face, "I said it all, I really didn't lie to you this time, really." ”

Yechen was still indifferent, and said lightly: "Hehe, you still want to tell me the truth, these little tricks, don't think about fooling me." ”

"I, I'm telling the truth. Yechen, I'm in so much pain, please, please relieve the pain on my body, I'm willing to be a cow and a horse for you! I really didn't lie to you," Wen He said sharply.

However, Yechen still looked calm, gently sipped his wine glass, and slowly tasted the wine, no matter how Wenhe wailed and begged for mercy, he didn't believe it.

Gradually, Wen He turned from begging to scolding, and then scolded with no strength, convulsed all over, and slowly bled to death through seven holes, when he died, his face was extremely hideous and distorted, I was afraid that even his own father and mother would not know him when they arrived.

Yechen glanced at it and said lightly: "It's dead." ”

Wang Ziyu on the side put down his wine glass and said softly: "The last news about the Xuanling Ice Corpse should be true, if it is made up, it should not be possible to make up such a seamless lie in such a short period of time." ”

Yechen said lightly: "I know, I believe it." ”

"Then you, and kill him. Wang Ziyu said.

"Hehe!" Yechen smiled, "First, he is my enemy, and for any enemy, even potential enemies, he will kill them first." Second, the god of the underworld he believes in will become our mortal enemy in the future, the realm of martial arts, although it is harmless to us, but for the people around us, it can cause great damage, and it can easily destroy a city, kill it now, to prevent future troubles. Third, in order to verify whether he is really telling the truth, it seems that what he said is true!"

Wang Ziyu nodded indifferently.

The two stood up, Yechen put away the cutlery, tables and chairs, and flew towards the depths of the grassland.

On the mountainside of the snow-capped mountain, Wen Chuan sat on a stone, holding the hilt of a sword, and the whole sword was erected on the ground.

Wen Chuan just sat silently all the time, letting the snowflakes fall on him, and then there were more and more snowflakes, and gradually they became snowmen, and snowmen became snowdrifts.

The same is true for Wen Qing on the side, in order to hide more secretly, they all turned themselves into a snowdrift, and then silently guarded the birth of the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

For Wen Chuan, this is the most important thing, far more important than killing Yechen, and even more important than founding the Hades Sect.

A day later, the old shaman of the bear people sitting cross-legged outside the secret area occasionally felt something, opened his closed eyes, and then saw seven or eight warriors of the bear people falling in the sky, these people were all geniuses of the bear people, and there was also an emperor among them.

After the group fell, they hurriedly bent down to salute the old priest and shouted in unison, "Lord Priest." ”

"Hmm!" the old shaman replied, sitting at the entrance to the spatial rift.

Then, the emperor of the bear clan spoke up and said to the old priest: "Lord Priest, please let us go over and kill Yechen." ”

"You?" the old priest raised his eyelids, then whispered, "You are no match for Yechen. ”

"Lord Shaman, if we are not opponents, can it be that if other people come over, they will be opponents?" This emperor said unconvinced, this is the son of the king of the White Bear Human Race, Xiong Qing, who became famous as a young man, and now he has cultivated to the peak of the Martial Sect, and he can step into the Martial Zun at any time, and his strength is strong, and he is known as the future Martial Emperor.

The old priest said lightly: "Hehe, everyone, don't be impatient, when you have more companions, you can only have a chance of winning when you join forces, and Yechen's strength is not something you can imagine." ”

Although everyone was not convinced, the old priest's prestige was too high, and they did not dare to refute it, so they could only continue to wait according to the old priest's wishes.

In the following days, there were successive masters of the bear people who flew over, first to meet the old priest, and then after seeing Xiong Qing, they hurriedly greeted Xiong Qing.

It can be seen that Xiong Qing is also very famous and respected among the bear people, and many people stand with Xiong Qing and whisper this to him, willing to become Xiong Qing's follower after entering.

In the next few days, the warriors of the Tiger People came to the seal, and the Tiger People came to more than 30 people in total, among which the leader was two meters tall, and the hair on his body was as white as snow, not stained with a trace of variegation, only the big king character on his head was black, and with his whereabouts, a strong murderous aura suddenly dispersed, making the bear people present feel very frightened.

Xiong Qing looked at the falling leader of the Tiger People Clan very jealously, and said loudly: "Huyan, you are finally here." ”

"Hahaha, when I heard that the Terran Yechen Kid was here, how could I not come, this kid, I wanted to kill him for a long time. Hu Yan laughed.

Afterwards, Hu Yan saluted the old priest again: "Meet the priest, please let us in!"

"Wait, you're still too weak. Hu Yan was also blocked by the old shaman.

In the following days, every day, martial arts masters of different races came and landed in front of the old shaman, and then they were all blocked by the old shaman.

The old shaman's prestige was too high and his strength was too strong, and although everyone wanted to go in and get Yechen's head, they could only wait helplessly.

It wasn't until half a month later, after all the clans came to the top martial arts masters, that the old shaman finally spoke.

"Yechen's strength is strong, it must not be trivial, he already has the strength of Wuzun, if you are alone, no one is his opponent. If Yechen is really too strong, you can run back as hard as you can, as long as you get out of this entrance, I will have a way to protect you. ”

"Thank you Lord Shaman for your kindness!" everyone laughed, but they didn't think so, these people are the elite of the clan, and the emperor is leading, there are many hole cards, the strength is strong, and they are not afraid of Yechen at all.

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