Chapter 411: Cold Snow Arrives
?β Poof!"
A string of blood splattered out, and the bloody light pierced through the palm of the dream, causing her palm to suddenly retract.
Ye Chen turned his head sharply and saw a colorful black figure appear behind him, two short thorns suspended in front of her, and there were still a little red blood stains on them.
"Blood Dance!"
Meng Feiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the palm that was pierced by the Shura demon, and between the operation of the immortal spiritual power, the blood hole was instantly restored.
She was a little surprised in her heart, the realm of Blood Light Dance was still at the peak of the Heavenly Vein, but she could clearly feel that Blood Light Dance was different from before, her blood qi was much stronger, and her attack power had become more powerful.
"Blood Light Dance, you actually attacked me, this is not your style. Meng Feiyan said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"Your face can be thick enough to suppress Cheng DΓΉ of a low secret realm cultivator with the realm of the peak of the heavenly vein, why can't I sneak attack. Blood danced and sneered, his eyes met Meng Feiyan's, and sparks collided in the air.
"That's my business, it's none of your business. The dream is not very smoky, but there is no way to refute it, Blood Light Dance is just stating a fact, "You really want to stop me from killing him!"
Blood Qingwu glanced at Ye Chen coldly, and then said, "He is mine, I don't allow others to kill him!"
When the words fell, Blood Light Dance realized that there seemed to be ambiguity in his words, and corrected: "His life is mine, and it should be taken by me personally!"
"I can't imagine that the dignified Shura Demon Maiden is dancing lightly in blood, and the first person in the blood drinking sect is the first person to be a disciple of the current generation, and she will actually maintain a cultivator in a low secret realm many times. Meng Feiyan gritted her teeth with hatred, and as soon as the blood danced lightly, she couldn't kill Ye Chen with her own hands.
"That's my business, it's none of your business. Blood Dance returned the words of Meng Feiyan, which made her heart suffocate.
At this moment, someone flew from afar, and there was more than one person, Ye Chen looked over and saw Zhao Tianqu from the Holy Cultivation Academy, as well as Ling Xiao Dongtian Chunyang and others.
Immediately afterwards, a figure in white clothes fluttering, tall, and skin like snow came to the field.
This woman has a long snow-white hair, shining with a crystal luster, and a long sword with a sheath on her back, the scabbard is engraved with various ancient patterns, her facial features are very delicate, but there is a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, which makes her look sad.
"Sorrow without tears!"
As soon as Meng Feiyan saw this woman, there was a hatred in his eyes, he looked at him coldly, and gritted his teeth and spit out three words.
Sadness without tears, she is sad without tears, Ye Chen has heard of it in the holy city, this woman has an indescribable feeling, giving people a sense of sadness, with a state of pity when people see it, as if she has experienced the vicissitudes and sorrows of the world.
Sadness and tears just glanced at Meng Feiyan lightly, and then looked at Blood Light Dance, nodded slightly, and Blood Light Dance also nodded to her, indicating that he had said hello.
There were more and more people present, and now Meng Feiyan knew that it was impossible for him to kill Ye Chen, and finally stared at Ye Chen very coldly, and said, "You'd better hide behind a woman forever, otherwise you will die!"
"I heard that the reason why the Pure Yang Tyrant Body has been able to survive until now is all because there are women who shelter him from the wind and rain, and rely on the cold and snow in the blessed land of Lingquan, now?" a voice came from the group of disciples of the Holy Cultivation Academy, full of disdain and ridicule.
"A man who survives on women is the greatest shame, if I had been killed by a headlong fall, wouldn't it be a shame to live. Someone chimed in.
"Hey, unless he is forever cowering under a woman's skirt, he will die after all!"
Among the major forces, all kinds of voices came, all of them were ridicule and ridicule, Ye Chen looked at his nose and nose and heart, turned a deaf ear, and thought that he was a group of dogs barking.
"A bunch of waste, two years after Senior Brother Ye stepped into the cultivation realm, it is enough for you to cultivate for twenty years, what qualifications do you have to laugh at him!"
The cold and indifferent voice came, Ye Chen's heart was happy, and the whole person became a little excited in an instant, and suddenly turned around and saw a white-clothed figure of Shengxue, flying from a distance like a fairy in the Moon Palace.
"Senior Sister Qingxue!"
Ye Chen shouted, he thought he had heard it wrong, and when he turned around and saw Han Qingxue's figure, he realized that it was really her, and she was also here.
"Senior Brother Ye!"
Han Qingxue fell to Ye Chen's side, and seeing that Ye Chen was intact, there was also a touch of joy in the depths of his eyes.
"Senior sister, your cultivation" Ye Chen originally swept it casually with his divine sense, but he didn't want to surprise him, Han Qingxue actually reached the peak of the six reverses of the Heavenly Vein in these few months.
In this secret realm, suddenly four realms in a short period of time, how much adventure is needed to do it, Ye Chen thought that he was already the fastest, but he didn't want Han Qingxue to be faster than him.
"Senior sister, is there any news about Sister Yan? Ye Chen asked with a fluctuation of divine sense.
"Nope. Han Qingxue shook her head, and then said, "You don't have to worry, they all have runes on their bodies, so there shouldn't be any danger!"
"How did Senior Sister come here, do you also know the news of the Ancestral God's Tomb!"
"Originally, I didn't know, but I accidentally met the personal disciple of the Fairy Realm Cave Heaven, and I happened to hear their conversation, so I followed it, and I didn't want to meet you!"
The two communicated with the fluctuation of their divine senses, Ye Chen had a moment, and Han Qingxue's attitude towards herself changed back to the way she was before the meeting with Yu Linglong, although it was still cold, but it was no longer so indifferent.
Although Han Qingxue was cold and indifferent to others, Ye Chen knew that her heart was not cold, at least not for him, so whenever Han Qingxue put on a cold and indifferent attitude towards him, he felt uncomfortable, and always felt that Han Qingxue was far away from him.
While communicating with Han Qingxue's divine sense, Ye Chen felt two cold gazes lock on him, as if two sharp divine swords were pressed against his back, he turned his head to look at Blood Light Dance, Blood Light Dance quickly retracted his gaze and looked at it.
On the other side, Hua Qingyang, Hao Jian, and Lai Yuejing had already stopped fighting, and each returned to the various forces, and they became the heads of their own sects, where they were the most powerful of the major forces.
The eyes of the people of the major forces looked towards Ye Chen from time to time, and now only Han Qingxue and Blood Light Dance were standing with Ye Chen, and the other disciples of the Blood Drinking Sect and the Lingquan Blessed Land were not there.
In those eyes, there was a sense of jealousy, the fear of Han Qingxue, it had long been clear that Han Qingxue's cultivation was in the second reverse of the heavenly vein, and the name of the fairy was spread in Dongzhou, not in vain, but that she did have that strength, and her combat power was amazingly powerful.
The disciples of the major forces were all flickering in the depths of their eyes, and they vaguely felt that there was a very dangerous aura on Han Qingxue's body, far beyond the rumored perception of her.
Meng Feiyan had fought with Han Qingxue, and Han Qingxue at that time was far from her opponent, but at this moment, she had a hazy and unpredictable feeling when she looked at Han Qingxue, it seemed that Han Qingxue was no longer the original Han Qingxue.
There was silence in the room, and no one made a sound.
And hundreds of miles away, the rumbling sound kept coming, and the tomb of the ancestral god completely rose from the ground, standing on the earth, like a huge mountain, which looked extremely majestic, and there was a tragic atmosphere.
The huge tomb of the ancestral god is all made of bluestone, and the bluestone is carved with various marks, but those marks have been weathered by the years and appear blurred, and there is no qi fluctuation on it, as if it was carved by ordinary craftsmen.
In front of the tomb of the ancestral god, there is a huge stone door, the stone door is full of cracks, and there is a terrifying palm print, deeply dented into it, which is as big as a radius of ten zhang.
Seeing that palm print, everyone was shocked, the depression of the palm print has been weathered, indicating that this palm print was left at least tens of thousands of years ago.
Tens of thousands of years ago, this stone gate definitely had a terrifying Dao pattern, who could have such strength to leave such a deep handprint on the stone door of the tomb of the Hell Ancestor God with one palm, could it be the quasi-emperor, the emperor.
"Senior brother, the Ancestral God Tomb has been completely born, should we go in immediately. A personal disciple in the Sun Moon Academy said excitedly.
Hao Jian glanced at him coldly, and the disciple of the personal transmission trembled in his heart, and immediately stopped making a sound.
"What do you think. Hao Jian looked at Lai Yuejing, Hua Qingyang, Water Dream Fairy, Sadness Without Tears, Blood Light Dance and others and said.
"The Tomb of the Ancestral God has gone through 100,000 years, and presumably the formation pattern on the tomb surface has lost its killing power, but for the sake of safety, we still have to try, otherwise no one will be able to survive once we enter. Hua Qingyang said.
"Try, who will try, you. Hao Jian smiled coldly and said, "You should know that if there is still a trace of lethality in the formation on the surface of the Ancestral God's Tomb, it is not something we can resist, who dares to try!"
"Brother Hao Hugh should be excited, of course we can't make a move ourselves, but we can replace it with something else, if the formation pattern is deadly, once it is attacked, it will be shocked, but it is only a part, not the entire formation of the ancestral god tomb table is activated, presumably this information is not known to me alone, and the head of your sect should also tell you." Hua Qingyang still had an elegant smile on his face, looking like a scholar who had read poetry and books.
"Hmph. Hao Jian snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"If you don't have an opinion, let's do it. Hua Qingyang turned his head and looked at the most powerful people present and said.
Blood Light Dance, Dream Feiyan, Sadness Without Tears, Lai Yuejing and others all nodded, expressing their approval of Hua Qingyang's construction, Hua Qingyang smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and slapped it in the air, and a spell with divine light appeared in everyone's eyes.
The rune flew into the distance with a swish, not flying straight towards the Ancestral Tomb, but changing direction and flying to the other side of the Ancestral Tomb, and then the endless divine light burst out, condensed into a beam, and bombarded the Ancestral Tomb.
"Boom!"
Only the divine light of the rune was radiant, and there was no killing power of the formation pattern, but the bluestone of the ancestral god's tomb was still intact, and the rune failed to leave half a trace on it with a blow.
"It seems that the power of the formation pattern has long been exhausted, and we can enter with confidence. Hua Qingyang said, please come to see no ads-
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