So, he dealt with the white-robed old man wholeheartedly.

Both sides are strong gods and kings, and each blow contains the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, one after another ravines about 100 meters deep in the forest, ancient trees are uprooted, and above the sky, lightning and thunder roar.

Facing the old man at the peak of the God King, Ye Chendou felt for a moment that the aura in his body was passing as fast as a funnel, while the white-robed old man was in good spirits and did not have a trace of fatigue.

Several times, there were dangers, Ye Chen was clumsy, tired of coping, the light of the sword in his hand was dim, and if he continued like this, it would be a matter of time before he was killed.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen no longer hid his secrets, and summoned the Chaotian Armor, and suddenly, the golden light was flourishing, and Ye Chen was like a rising sun, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

The white-robed old man on the opposite side was stunned, staring at the chaotic armor on Ye Chen's body. There was a strange sparkle in his eyes.

"It's worthy of an ancient artifact, boy, the inheritance of the Divine Tomb is a life-killing talisman for you, or hand it over as soon as possible, I can spare your life!" The white-robed old man sneered.

"Huh! Old dog, if you want to inherit it, you can take it? Where did so much nonsense come from! Ye Chen looked at the white-robed old man with disdain and said.

"Hehe, toast without eating and drinking! Look at the guns! ”

A silver spear stabbed like lightning, Ye Chen did not dodge, and the silver spear stabbed straight into Ye Chen's chest.

Ding, crack! The silver spear was broken into two knots like rotten wood.

At the same time, the huge impact force knocked Ye Chen back for hundreds of meters, his chest was suffocated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The strength of the peak of the God King was strong, although there was a chaotic sky armor to block the fatal blow, but the powerful aura still injured Ye Chen.

Looking at the half-cut gun in his hand, the white-robed old man showed a shocked expression on his face, it was worthy of an ancient artifact, and he could actually break his own dark iron silver spear.

Immediately, he sacrificed another Xuelan knife, this knife was forged with thousand-year-old cold iron, indestructible, especially the formation that enhanced the attack was hidden in the blade, which was comparable to a heaven-level artifact.

"Take me again!"

The Xuelan knife was mixed with the rigid wind, and it let out a dragon groan, and it slashed towards Ye Chen with great speed.

Ye Chen felt the powerful aura on the Xuelan Knife, he knew that he couldn't exert the full strength of the Chaotian Armor at all, if he forcibly connected this knife, he would also suffer a lot of damage, he frowned, and immediately, grabbed a Qingling Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Suddenly, a stream of cold liquid slowly flowed into the abdomen, and suddenly, the aura in the body was replenished, the sword in his hand was shining, Ye Chen turned the aura into action, with the unrivaled defensive power of the chaotic armor, even if he was tough and rigid with the old man in white robes, he was eighty percent sure.

"Old dog, let you see the inheritance of God!"

Say it! Ye Chen was like a streamer of light across the sky, and quickly rushed towards the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man felt the aura in Ye Chen's body skyrocketing, and a shocked expression appeared on his face, however, the peak of the God King had already entered the realm of the God Emperor in half a step, although Ye Chen's temporary cultivation had improved his cultivation, but compared with the peak of the God King, there was still a gap between him and the peak of the God King.

He raised the Xuelan Knife and the corners of his mouth showed a gloomy smile, and at the same time, he poured all the aura into the Xuelan Knife, intending to kill Ye Chen with one sword.

Just when Ye Chen was less than ten meters away from the old man, the corners of his mouth rose upwards to reveal a strange smile.

Immediately, as soon as the sword was withdrawn, the whole person was like a cannonball crashing into the white-robed old man, and when he noticed that something was wrong, he couldn't dodge.

Bang!

The two collided heavily, and Ye Chen, with the strong defensive power of the Chaotian Armor, knocked the white-robed old man out of the way thousands of kilometers away.

Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Ye Chen wouldn't give the white-robed old man a chance, he shrank into inches, flashed in front of the old man, and stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely towards the chest of the white-robed old man.

"Don't!" The white-robed old man let out a desperate scream.

The sword passed through his chest, and the brilliance in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and seeing that there was no hope of survival, the old man laughed strangely.

"Boy, you don't want to leave here alive if I die!"

With a bang, the white-robed old man chose the violent body in order to die with Ye Chen, and the violent body of the God King and the strong man was equivalent to a bombshell, and the power could be called a blow from the God Emperor.

Ye Chen felt that his body was being pulled by a huge force, if it wasn't for the Chaotian Armor, I am afraid that he would be torn apart by this powerful energy.

Bang!

Ye Chen slammed on the ground, the aura in his body was disordered, his qi and blood were churning, and his internal organs felt shattered.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a feeling of dizziness came, and I couldn't try out the soft strength on my body.

The white-robed old man flew out of the tomb with a wisp of remnant soul.

Thousands of miles away, in a dark cave, a monk dressed in black robes and with an almost feminine appearance was sitting cross-legged on a thousand-year-old piece of ice, the air as if frozen, and the stone walls covered with a thick layer of frost.

The remnant soul flew into the cave and turned into the appearance of a translucent white-robed old man.

"Master! You're going to avenge me! ”

The phantom knelt down in front of the young monk and said with tears in his eyes.

The young monk slowly opened his eyes, a cold cold light shot out, and his face changed several times and said, "Who killed you?" With your strength, even the God Emperor can't easily kill you! ”

"Ye Chen, he has obtained the inheritance in the Divine Tomb! The disciple accidentally fell into his way! The white-robed old man said tremblingly.

If it weren't for Ye Chen's strong defensive power with the Chaotian Armor, it would be impossible to hit him hard, but fortunately, his remnant soul escaped, as long as he found the Soul Condensing Pill, he could reshape his body, but unfortunately his cultivation was lost.

As soon as he thought of Ye Chen, he couldn't wait to skin him and cramp him, and refine his soul into a magic weapon.

"How's his strength?" Qing Lingzi asked.

"The Early Stage of the God King!"

"You can't even beat a god king in the early stage, what's the use of keeping you?" Qing Lingzi said with a gloomy face.

The phantom shook violently, he knew the temperament of the master well, and the white-robed old man kowtowed as if he were mashed and begged: "Master, spare your life, your master spare your life!" ”

Qing Lingzi smiled strangely, and a cold flame jumped in the palm of his hand like an elf.

"Don't, Master!"

Say it! The Phantom fled out of the cave in panic.

Qing Lingzi flicked his fingers, and the flames of the forest shot towards the remnant soul.

With a bang, the remnant soul turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air with a miserable cry.

Qing Lingzi stomped a few steps on the spot, and a fierce color appeared on his face.

"Whoever dares to kill me, I want to see how capable you are!"

Say it! Qing Lingzi floated out of the cave.