Outside the tavern, there was silence and silence, and no one saw how Ye Cheng made a move.

Seeing this scene, the eight Holy Ancestors in the tavern were all cold, just now they suspected that it was not Ye Chengzhen who killed the three Holy Ancestors of the Gu Clan, behind him, there was another master, it was inconvenient to appear and control everything, and now they would no longer doubt it.

Being able to slap a cloud and a sword in front of the eight Holy Ancestors, and make him kneel outside accurately, this method alone is shocking, not that these Holy Ancestors can compare!

'How did he do it?' Wang Youruo's eyes were shocked, she held her breath, her breasts rising and falling violently.

Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua and other Holy Ancestors all stiffened and stayed in place.

'It's too powerful, no wonder Xiao'er will lose to him......' Ling Clan Holy Ancestor Ling Xiaotian lowered his head, not daring to look at Ye Cheng's gaze.

"This ......"

The people outside looked at each other, one by one dumbfounded, their eyes were about to bulge, and it was even more terrifying to let a Holy Ancestor kneel down than to kill him.

You must know that the Holy Ancestor of the ancient clan represents the face of the ancient clan.

"Ahh

Yun Yijian roared, and the ancient sword behind him roared, breaking through the scabbard in an instant, and gushing out, full of killing intent.

"Let you kneel on your knees, dare to move, and kill you immediately. Ye Cheng sneered, not joking.

"Buzz ......"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, inside and outside the tavern, and the pot suddenly exploded, and the crowd was boiling.

Yun Yijian's old face was even more red, his eyes were about to split, and he said angrily: "Shaft, you deceive people too much, the old man is dead, and he won't accept you!"

"Ahhh

Yun Yijian roared wildly, his feet stomped on the ground, he rushed up, and the ancient sword in the sword box behind his back broke through the shackles of the sword box, like a dragon, and fell into Yun Yijian's hands.

"Whew!"

This ancient sword roared, and in its body, it seemed to imprison a real dragon.

"Vertical son, the old man has cultivated swords for eight thousand years, and the saint-level powerhouses have beheaded several of them!

Yun Yijian drank violently, he stood on the void, holding the sword in one hand, condensing a powerful 'momentum', around him, there were hundreds of sword rays rushing out, linked to the sky, gorgeous and dazzling, almost tearing the void, as if to penetrate Xiao Han, the momentum was extremely amazing!

"Hey! What a terrifying sword qi, worthy of the ancestor of the Yun clan, he claims that there is nothing in the world, and he can't cut it with a sword!" A half-saint existence, standing in the crowd, trembled with excitement, looking at Yun Yijian's eyes, full of worship and respect.

"Everything can be cut open with a sword, so magnificent!" the other demi-saint sighed.

The rest of the monks were all stunned, when had they seen such a formation, this was an ancient saint, and he had personally taken action.

"Sonorous!"

Yun Yijian's long gray hair fluttered, his eyes were extremely sharp, like a fierce tiger, the entire tavern was shrouded by his sword intent, and he slashed it with a sword!

"Yun Yijian, are you going to kill us?"

The other Holy Ancestors in the tavern were so frightened that they couldn't help but scold.

These Saint Ancestor level powerhouses, with the young people in their clan, quickly exited the tavern, all the Saint Ancestors were terrified, this sword was really terrifying.

Even if they are saint-level powerhouses, they all feel the monstrous killing intent, if they don't retreat, they are still in the tavern, and it is very likely that they will fall!

"It's over...... it's over"

The owner of the tavern was so frightened that he trembled violently, he sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of horror, the Holy Ancestor of the Gu clan personally took action, where is it possible for him to survive this tavern?

I can only kneel and pray, hoping for a miracle.

All the ancient saints retreated, Ye Cheng sat firmly in the tavern, poured a glass of osmanthus wine, and drank it all.

"Buzz!"

The void cracked, and the sword slashed out by Yun Yijian finally arrived, and it seemed that the tavern was about to be cut open.

The Holy Ancestors stood in the void, their eyes indifferent.

"The Chinese people are too big, even if he can kill the saint, if he doesn't avoid this sword of the Yun Clan Holy Ancestor, it will be difficult to live!" Wang Tianhua, the Holy Ancestor of the Royal Clan, shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Grandpa, do you mean that Ye Cheng will really die?" Wang Youruo looked at Wang Tianhua, his beautiful eyes full of complicated colors.

"Death is certain, even I can't guarantee that I will be able to take this sword!" Wang Tianhua shook his head lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Youruo's delicate body trembled slightly.

"Dang!"

At this moment, a bell sounded, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, the originally boiling sky, instantly quiet, the bell sounded slowly, as if from the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, long and long.

"It's ......"

All the Holy Ancestors present were shocked, and in their ears, it seemed that they could no longer hear anything else, only this bell sounded.

Time stands almost still.

Everyone looked at it at a glance, only to see that in the tavern, a black bell struck, it cut through the void, and in front of the tavern, the sword qi cut off by Yun Yijian fell on this black bell, and there was not even a trace left, this black bell directly melted the sword qi and pressed towards Yun Yijian.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, the heavens and the earth were about to lose color, and at a glance, the sky was cracked, and this black bell, with the power of destroying the withering and decaying, went towards Yun Yijian to suppress it.

"Ahh

Yun Yijian screamed, all kinds of means came out, and even the fairy sword in his hand was slashed out, and fell on this black bell, a saint-level Taoist soldier, but like a clay sculpture, exploded in an instant, turned into countless fragments, and scattered around.

A scene that made everyone frightened appeared, allowing the cloud and sword means to come out, all kinds of magic weapons that had been cultivated for many years were sacrificed, and the brilliant essence light in the void surged, these were all the light emitted by the saint-level heavy weapons, but even so, it still couldn't stop the footsteps of that black bell!

Under the power of the black bell, all the magic weapons turned into powder.

The black bell is coming!

"Poof!"

Yun Yijian's body was torn apart, turning into countless blood and bones scattered and splattered, and his Yuan Infant was all worn out by the black bell, all of which happened in an instant.

The audience was silent, silent, and everyone stopped breathing.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it? A Holy Ancestor-level powerhouse, killed by someone with one blow, no matter what means he uses, he can't save his life, and even Yuan Ying can't escape!

"One hit kill?"

Everyone was stunned, Ji Wusheng, Wang Tianhua, Ling Xiaotian and others, their bodies stiffened in place, and the group of juniors of the ancient clan were even more shocked. Wang Youruo stood behind the Holy Ancestor of the Royal Family, her pretty face was crimson, her breath was like an orchid, and she was very excited.

"Ancestor ......"

The people of the Yun clan were so frightened that their faces were colorless, like mourning, their ancestors were all killed, could it be that the Yun clan wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Qin clan, the Zhao clan, and the Lin clan?

Thinking of this, the hearts of all the people of the Yun Clan were in despair, and their bodies were trembling.

"Dang!"

The bell sounded faintly, and the black bell in the void rang softly, and quickly flew back to the tavern, turning into a ruler-size, hanging above Ye Cheng's head, hanging down ten thousand black chaotic qi, at this moment, Ye Cheng was like the emperor of heaven, stepped out of the tavern, stood at the door, and glanced at everyone.

"Who else is not convinced?"

Ye Cheng spoke lightly, his tone was calm, but it fell on everyone's hearts, like a thunderbolt.

Everyone's bodies trembled slightly.

The eight Ancient Clan Holy Ancestors looked at Ye Cheng's gaze, full of disbelief, they all thought that Ye Cheng was destined to die and would fall under this sword!

But who would have thought that at the last moment, Ye Cheng sacrificed a black bell and came to a Jedi counterattack, killing the Yun Clan Holy Ancestor strongly.

Faced with Ye Cheng's question, no one dared to speak, and when Ye Cheng's gaze swept over, everyone lowered their heads in fear, even the Holy Ancestor of the Gu Clan didn't dare to look at his eyes.

"Great, great, we didn't die, thank God, thank God!"

At this moment, the owner of the tavern let out a burst of surprise laughter, he and the shopkeeper cried with joy, hugged each other, and celebrated the rest of his life after the catastrophe, even the Holy Ancestor didn't dare to speak, he didn't expect an ordinary mortal, the owner of the tavern, to dare to laugh.

A strange feeling flashed in everyone's hearts.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the owner of the tavern stepped forward, closed the door of the tavern, sealed the windows, and seemed not ready to let these 'big guys' in.

Seeing this, the corners of the cultivators' mouths twitched slightly, if these big people wanted to enter this tavern, even if he installed ten or a hundred gates, he would not be able to stop the footsteps of the Holy Ancestor.

Ye Cheng didn't mean to continue to go back to the tavern, he ascended to the sky, looked down at the Holy Ancestors, and sneered: "What's the matter, if no one answers, they all have opinions about me." ”

"Dang!"

The Chaos Bell trembled slightly, and the bell rang again, causing all the Ancient Clan Holy Ancestors to be startled, and goosebumps all over their bodies, thinking that Ye Cheng was going to do something to someone, they all retreated rapidly in the void as if they were facing a great enemy.

"No, no!"

"We have no problem with you!"

The remaining eight Ancient Clan Saint Ancestors spoke in fear as they retreated.

Ye Cheng is powerful, he has that black bell in his hand, he is almost invincible, and all the Holy Ancestors bow down.

"Since you have no opinion, what do you mean by the nine Holy Ancestors gathering here and blocking me here?" Ye Cheng sneered.

He didn't believe that these nine Holy Ancestors had all come to worship him, and they must have had a special purpose when they appeared here together. If it weren't for his amazing strength, he wiped out the Yun Clan's Holy Ancestor Yun Yijian with one blow, completely shocking the remaining eight Holy Ancestors, most of these people would have joined forces to attack him!

Ziwei Star Domain, the twelve ancient clans, one is prosperous, one is lost, he even destroyed the three clans of Qin, Zhao, and Lin, and the rest of the ancient clans cannot be ignored, and their joint appearance here today is the best proof.

If it weren't for Ye Cheng's divine might, these people might have started to surround and kill him a long time ago!

"This ......"

The other eight Holy Ancestors all looked at each other, unable to say a word, they did have different intentions, but at this moment, all different intentions disappeared, and the means shown by Ye Cheng made everyone feel that this son was invincible!

If they could, they hoped they would never be here.

"In that case, give me an explanation, otherwise I will personally land on your ancestral land, and what will happen when the time comes, I don't need to say, right?"

Ye Cheng's expression was indifferent, and the chaos bell above his head rose and fell, interweaving pieces of the law of order, making the ancient clan holy ancestors tremble.

'It's terrifying, this son has the posture of enlightenment! To be an enemy of him is to force himself and the family behind him to a dead end!' The Holy Ancestors have long lost their will to fight.

"My Yuan clan is willing to send a 100,000-year-old medicine king and 10 million spirit stones, hoping to get Ye Daoyou's forgiveness!" The Yuan Clan Holy Ancestor was the first to speak, he was really scared, and he didn't want to be killed by Ye Cheng like Yun Yijian.

In their realm, as long as they don't die, there is nothing that cannot be given up, a 100,000-year-old medicine king, although precious, but compared to life, it is insignificant.

"I, the Wind Clan, am also willing to send a 100,000-year-old Medicine King, plus 10 million spirit stones......"

"My Zhou clan is the same as above......"

"I, the Zhang family, agreed, and sent a 100,000-year-old medicine king and 10 million spirit stones, hoping that Ye Daoyou would not pursue this matter......

After the Yun Clan Holy Ancestor spoke, the rest of the Holy Ancestors also rushed to speak.

"Buzz ......"

The pot exploded in the crowd, everyone opened their mouths wide, the Holy Ancestor of the ancient clan, actually opened his mouth to ask for peace, and also sent out a hundred thousand years of medicine king, begging for forgiveness from the people in front of them, they felt incredible, as if they were dreaming, very unreal.

"Each clan has three 100,000-year-old medicine kings and one million top-grade spirit stones, this matter can be revealed!" Ye Cheng said indifferently.

"What?"

As soon as these words came out, these eight Holy Ancestors almost jumped up from the ground, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and their hearts were extremely angry, even Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua, and Ling Xiaotian felt a cloud of anger welling up in their hearts.

Within an ancient clan, there are at most three or four medicine kings, and he directly asks for three, isn't this a desperate death!"

"Three Medicine Kings, one million top-grade spirit stones, he really dares to speak, and he is not afraid of dying if he can't eat it!"

The eight Holy Ancestors, who dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, all had bloodshot in their eyes, and the atmosphere of the scene fell into a wonderful realm.

Those ordinary monks had a creepy feeling, constantly retreating, feeling that the situation was not good.

(End of chapter)