The one who spoke was a young man in an ordinary cyan robe, with his long hair tied up at random, and a bald sword pinned to his waist, like an ordinary small-town boy.

And although he was a little arrogant and confident, he didn't have the annoying look on his face, and his expression was calm, like ...... He was born that way.

This is a confident and wise man.

Xin Zhuo said with a smile: "People always have to take care of something, if they can do whatever they want with their strong cultivation and force, then wouldn't the world be chaotic?"

The young man said: "Doing whatever you want means doing something bad that should not be done, not in line with morality, and bullying the superiors and subordinates, but if there is a reason for it, then it is not doing whatever you want, but clean and decisive!"

Xin Zhuo smiled, "Oh?"

The young man said: "For example, this old prince Su conspired with a group of small sect monks to try in vain to subvert the great cause of the emperor, isn't it a nest of snakes and rats and wolf ambitions?" I came from 30,000 miles away, broke his mansion with a sword, and attacked and killed him, how could I do whatever I wanted?

Young people, don't be too upright, many things in this world are unclear, 'Confucianism and literature chaos law' is said by martial artists, 'chivalry with martial arts' is said by scholars, which sentence do you say is right?

You don't have martial arts powers, you follow the principles of the world, but if you have a strong cultivation and strength, you will find ......

All legends have changed, and all rules are a fart! ”

After speaking, there was a trace of vicissitudes on his face, he pulled out the sword at his waist, and muttered: "In the late stage of the immortal cultivator's tribulation, there is a sword in the world!"

Lightly slashed out a sword, in the inexplicable eyes of the sixteen guards, the dazzling sword light spanned three hundred zhang, the gate of the palace collapsed, and all the palaces in front of him seemed to be shattered in an instant.

Of the sixteen guards, only the commander of the Yin Void Realm barely dodged, but he was also shocked and stupid, and the rest were all unconscious and deceived, and in the palace of the palace, it was ruined, countless palace ladies and small servants fainted, and the melon and fruit snacks in their hands fell to the ground.

The young man had already flashed into the depths of the palace with more than a dozen afterimages.

Xin Zhuo was always watching silently, without the slightest intention of stopping him, until the young man disappeared into the depths of the courtyard, he walked up the stone steps of the palace gate, helped up the "stupid" guard commander, and said: "There is a saying that he is very right, 'If you have a strong cultivation, all legends will change', back then I thought he was a legendary boss, a protagonist-like character, after all, don't bully the young man to be poor, and the fire is all over the world, now it seems that this person is a bit of a middle two and too confident!"

After speaking, he also stepped into the palace.

The commander of the guards swore that he didn't understand a word, and subconsciously picked up a small piece of sawdust after the door was broken and threw it a foot away from the place where the two left, which was his last stubbornness and full sense of responsibility.

"Said Niang!"

……

The "Hongtu Pavilion" in the depths of the palace is the study of the old prince Su Wuji, and it is also the place where he recupes, and it is also a place for confidential discussions.

At this moment, Su Wuji, who had gray hair, a sallow face, and kept coughing, was leaning crookedly on the bed, and his adopted son was standing beside him, Su Zefeng, who was also gray-haired and hunched at the waist, that is, the son of the prefect of Fufeng City back then, and now he is an octogenarian.

On the dozen chairs opposite sat more than a dozen people with deep breath and heavy faces—

Taiping Palace Jian Jiuqing, Yuan Chengfeng, Shui Qingliu and others; Tianji Pavilion Shangguan Chiling, Xiao Sanjue and others; Divine Yin Taishang Great Elder Qin Wuyue; The Great Elder of the Red Flower Sect wishes Wufeng and so on.

The deliberations of this scale have been going on for more than two months, and the progress is infinitely equal to zero.

At present, it can be determined that Su Wuji's old prince has been poisoned by those old fairies, and those old fairies are indeed ill-intentioned, but Jian Jiuqing has tried it, and under the hands of one of the old fairies, he can't even move half a move.

The gap between each other is too big, too big, it can be said that hope is infinitely equal to zero, they originally wanted to go to the nearest super sect Da Luo and Da Yan for help, but unfortunately they didn't even enter the mountain gate.

In fact, they came today to discuss whether the return of the Holy Ancestor Emperor Xin Zhuo could change the outcome, and the answer was also infinitely equal to zero.

Because that group of old immortals is very likely to be the group of old immortals in the mountain in the legend back then, the fame has been passed on for too long, and it seems that the background is extremely deep, the Holy Ancestor Emperor has practiced for sixty years at best, and I heard that he was chased and killed by many big forces, and fled back in panic, this kind of person itself is unreliable.

"Xin Zhuo can't be trusted!"

The old prince coughed lightly at this time, "He was indeed strong and resourceful back then, but it's a pity that he ...... You have also seen, what kind of world is the world today, the eternal sky is arrogant, and there are a bunch of martial arts immortals on the clouds, which is really an unprecedented change, even if the amazing and brilliant characters have become mediocre, not to mention that he was chased and killed by so many terrifying forces, and fled in a panic, he came to Da Zhou, I personally am against it, let alone him help? How can he help? ”

Jian Jiuqing and the others glanced at each other and sighed.

Yuan Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "Is there any hope now?"

"Boom-"

At this moment, there was a violent roar and dense screams from the front yard.

A group of people in the study stood up suddenly, their faces cloudy.

Su Wuji coughed heavily: "Go out and see what's going on?"

Several masters of the four major sects were about to go, but they had just arrived in front of the door, and they flew back again, smashing a piece of solid green jade ground, bleeding from the seven orifices, and they couldn't afford to struggle.

"No need to go, I'll explain."

The young man in front of the gate just now suddenly came to the study strangely, stood beside Jian Jiuqing, pinched the fruit on the table on the side and ate it, and said vaguely: "I, Ye Chen, am with the group of old fairies in your mouth, I just smashed the gate of the palace, come to tell you a reason!"

"Ye Chen?"

Hearing this name, everyone present couldn't help but change their faces.

Ye Chen, a deafening figure back then, is said to have been born in a martial arts family, despised by everyone in the family, once he got the opportunity, beat the entire family, and later married Kunlun Palace, and then retired from Kunlun Palace's family fairy, and entered the Kunlun Palace kill list. He once shouted out the bold words of not bullying the poor youth, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, and then entered Shenyin to defeat Shenyin eighteen Tianjiao, and for a time the Holy Son was unparalleled, thirty-eight years old, first entered the rectangular column, and then broke through the ladder, and finally disappeared on the vast mountain.

Now, such a figure has appeared?

Qin Wuyue, the Grand Elder of the Shenyin Sect, took a deep breath and clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior Brother Ye, don't come to harm."

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "I'm not your junior brother!"

pinched a fruit again and ate it, and said, "This big week will be destroyed sooner or later, we want it, that's all." Your strength is like a mayfly shaking a tree, don't struggle, no one will come to the rescue within a radius of 100,000 miles! ”

Jian Jiuqing said coldly: "In this world, there is always a ...... about rules."

"Your tone is very similar to that ordinary boy in front of the gate!"

Ye Chen smiled, his body shook slightly, and a huge sea-like cultivator's coercion descended from the Tribulation Period.

"Hum—"

Jian Jiuqing, Shangguan Chiling, and even Su Wuji on the bed, and everyone else, their bodies suddenly tightened, and then they couldn't move at all, and their faces slowly turned pale.

Death may only be a matter of moments!

It was indeed a matter of an instant, and the sword on Ye Chen's waist flew straight to the beam of the room, shooting out ten thousand rays of light, slashing towards everyone's bodies little by little.

For a while, blood flowed profusely, and he seemed to be going to kill a group of people alive.

Jian Jiuqing's body couldn't move, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes were blood-red, and he muttered in his mouth: "Why is this the Great Zhou, I am waiting for penance, and the highest is only Yangshi, and the immortal cultivator of the Great Perfection of Hun Yuan Xuan is coming......"

Ye Chen chuckled: "It's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Remember, this world is not worth it! ”

"It's really not worth ......"

The old prince Su Wuji smiled bitterly and laughed out of tears, as if he wanted to talk about the grandeur and helplessness of his life.

Just a moment before a group of people were close to death, and then ......

With a light body, he looked at the other side in surprise, to be precise, at Ye Chen and the person behind Ye Chen.

(End of chapter)