Half an hour later, the Da Luo Palace.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sat on the first place, and in front of the two of them, there were all kinds of delicacies, as well as long-sleeved singers who were good at dancing.

Pei Qinglan, the son of Da Luo, sat on the dragon chair and led a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen frequently.

Although Ye Chen was not interested, he still responded with a smile on the former's enthusiastic face.

As if sensing his thoughts, Xiao Hei put down his wine glass and said lightly: "Your Majesty, the two of us came here today to ask for something." ”

Da Luo Tianzi understood instantly, and then clapped his hands, and the singer in front of everyone immediately refunded the money.

The former looked at Ye Chen with awe: "I don't know if Emperor Ye needs to use Xiao Wang for anything." ”

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Ye wants to borrow His Majesty's wormhole and go to the Tianfeng Sea Region, I don't know if it's possible?"

Da Luo Tianzi was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect Ye Chen's request to be so simple, and then frowned.

"Naturally, you can, but Emperor Ye doesn't know anything, the situation in the Tianfeng Sea is a bit complicated, and there is a need to use us and others. ”

The flattering meaning of his words is self-evident, not to mention that Ye Chen has helped him a lot before, and Ye Chen is a genuine emperor realm here.

No dynasty would give up the opportunity to befriend a powerhouse of the Emperor Throne Realm.

As soon as Ye Chen wanted to refuse, he listened to Xiao Hei say: "If Your Majesty really has this intention, you might as well lend us a few people." ”

Ye Chen couldn't help but look at him.

Xiao Hei said in a low voice: "Master, since the emperor is willing to help, just borrow a few thugs from him, which can be regarded as solving some trivial matters for us." ”

"I don't know who to borrow?" Da Luo Tianzi said in amazement.

A sly look flashed in Xiao Hei's eyes: "Just borrow half of the power of your Great Luowu Holy Mountain!"

The so-called Wusheng Mountain is the residence specially built by the Daluo Dynasty for all the martial saints in Daluo, and it is also known as the first mountain in Daluo.

On the Martial Saint Mountain, there are more than thirty Martial Saints in total, and half of them are more than ten.

Da Luo Tianzi's face was embarrassed, and he seemed to be a little hesitant, but he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, as long as you can help Emperor Ye, Xiao Wang should help you." ”

After that, he swept his gaze, and Wu Gaomin, the purple-clothed old man who fell below, said: "Old Wu, let you count the number of people and go on a trip with Emperor Ye." ”

"Wow. ”

Wu Gaomin stood up and answered.

......

It was a vast grassland, and the atmosphere was very quiet, and a few lone wolves could be seen bowing their heads and drinking in the bare shallows.

"Buzz ......"

However, this tranquility was broken in the next moment, and the lone wolf who had originally lowered his head to drink instantly scattered and fled, as if he had encountered some terrible incident.

I saw that in the blue void, it was actually twisted at this moment, and when this distortion reached the extreme, it was as if a pair of invisible hands had torn a hole in the void.

With the emergence of a huge gap, even if there is an earth-shattering monstrous aura, swept out of the gap.

In the thick monstrous aura, I saw an emaciated figure slowly walking out of the void crack.

When his eyes fell on the scene at his feet, there was too much in his eyes: "Tianfeng Sea Area, Ye is back again." ”

Behind him, many figures led by Xiao Hei walked out, and then there was an army that seemed to be made of evil energy, so thick that it was like a pen splashing ink in the air.

"Master, is this the Heavenly Wind Sea?" Xiao Hei, who was dressed in black armor, raised his eyes and looked at the heavens and the earth.

Wu Gaomin sighed incomparably: "Wu has been to the Tianfeng Sea Sea once, but after a long time, the original memory has already become very faint......

Seventeen figures stood behind it, and the aura that escaped made the void tremble faintly.

It was the seventeen martial saints of the Great Luo Dynasty, and this kind of strength, even if Ye Chen didn't make a move, it was enough to sweep the entire Tianfeng Sea area.

Xiao Hei looked at Ye Chen puzzled: "Master, where are we going next?"

"Naturally, let's go to Shepherd's Fort first!"

Ye Chen stepped out in one step, and swept towards the southeast with the direction in his memory, and Xiao Hei and the others hurriedly followed.

The group swept thousands of miles along the way, and all they saw were devastated or people who were fighting, and it was obvious that in the month of Ye Chen's disappearance, the Tianfeng Sea area had also experienced great turmoil.

"Someone is coming this way. ”

Ye Chen suddenly looked ahead, then stopped his figure, and his divine sense was all shrouded out.

In his senses, he saw that ten miles away, there was a group of people rushing towards this side in a panic, and there was a large group of people chasing behind him.

Among them, there was even a familiar voice from Ye Chen, it was an old man in sackcloth with an extremely rickety figure.

It was the head of the Jiuyang Sword that had disappeared.

"People from the Kunwu Holy Land, you can't run, those who know each other will obediently fall to the ground and be bound, maybe I can spare you from dying if I leave the Son of Heaven!"

In front of the chasing people, there were two martial saints, one of whom was dressed in black, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"I, Kunwu Holy Land, would rather die than surrender!"

There was blood on the corner of the mouth of the Jiuyang Sword Head, although he was extremely embarrassed, he still held a long sword in his hand and stayed at the end and fought and retreated.

"Looking for !! Death"

The black-clothed old man's eyes were cold, and then he joined forces with a martial saint beside him to kill him: "Jiuyang Lao'er, I'll send you down to see the palace master of Taiqing Palace when I wait for this!"

"Boom ......"

Under the joint efforts of the two second-turn martial saints, the Jiuyang sword head, which was already injured, was even more injured, and his right arm was thrown away, and blood was spilled into the air.

"Sword Head!"

Seeing this, many disciples of the Kunwu Holy Land in the rear couldn't help but split their eyes and were extremely sad.

The aura of the Jiuyang Sword Head skyrocketed, and he chose to burn his vitality: "Go, go quickly, keep the last trace of blood for my Kunwu Holy Land......"

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "Jiuyang Sword Head, don't come to harm!"

The next moment!

I saw a thin young man with long hair slowly appear in the void, and the young man looked at him calmly.

"Yes...... It's you!"

Jiuyang Jian was stunned at first, and after seeing Ye Chen's face clearly, there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Your Excellency......"

The faces of the two martial saints changed slightly, and they looked at Ye Chen as if they were afraid: "This is my departure from the imperial dynasty, and I hope I don't want to ......."

Before they finished speaking, they stopped abruptly, only to see more than a dozen figures attacking behind Ye Chen again, and the aura that escaped from each figure was only stronger than them!

At that moment, a strong look of horror appeared in the eyes of the two black-robed old men, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably!

Nearly twenty Martial Saints!!

Where did this come from?

Not only them, but even the eyes of the Jiuyang Sword Leader and others were also stunned.

Ye Chen took a deep look at the two black-robed old men, as well as the person wearing the Great Departure costume behind them, and his eyes were cold: "The person who has left the Imperial Dynasty?"

(End of chapter)