Come on, bring those ants here!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Yang!"

A few Qingzun Sect disciples just headed towards the depths.

Ye Luo'er frowned, and said curiously: "Mr. Ye, what do these people want to show us?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "Wait and see." ”

"But I don't think it's a good thing. ”

After about three minutes, Ye Chen vaguely heard the sound of the chain dragging it.

The sound of dragging is getting closer.

Soon, Ye Chen saw a picture in his sight!

Seeing this picture, the deepest anger in Ye Chen's heart completely exploded!

I saw a huge iron chain, wrapped around the bodies of more than a dozen people.

The chains bound the hands and feet of the group, making it impossible for them to walk.

I can only hunch my body, kneel on the ground, and keep crawling forward.

These people have wounds large and small.

The clothes were completely covered in blood, which was shocking.

This is not the most important thing, the important thing is that those few disciples of the Qingzun Sect are stepping on the bodies of this group of people, like stepping on spirit beasts.

And the status of the people under their feet is not even comparable to that of beasts!

Ye Chen knew very well that these people must be the same as his identity, they were all loose cultivators!

These casual cultivators are also considered geniuses in Kunlun Xu, but they don't have the support of a strong force behind them, but now they have fallen to this point!

Why!

These people are like slaves of the last century!

And those who stand with indifferent eyes are in control of the existence of slaves.

The appearance of this chain team instantly detonated the audience.

The crowd laughed and dismissed.

In their eyes, they don't see anything wrong with doing so.

Playing with ants is a normal little thing.

The disciple of the Qingzun Sect took a step down his crotch, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Senior Brother Yang, I have brought all the people, anyway, these ants are useless, and when the time comes, they will be disposed of by Han Yun's predecessors together with Ye Jitian." ”

Yang Ming looked at the group of people condescendingly, walked a few steps, and then, one foot stepped on the foot of one of the loose cultivators.

With a slight force, there was an instantaneous sound of bones shattering.

"Oh, sir, please spare me!"

But Yang Ming didn't react at all, he enjoyed this torturous pleasure, and his gaze fell on Ye Chen's body with interest: "Ye Jitian, this is what I let you see, now do you understand what your own status is?"

"You casual cultivators, the only value of existence is that you are trampled under our feet, you have no power and background, you are not qualified to be crazy!"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, you seem to have the Nine Heavens Xuannu behind you, but this place is a blood spirit secret realm, do you think the Nine Heavens Xuannu who once covered you will still appear?"

Ye Chen's body trembled, and his body was covered with bursts of blood light.

The blood light was extremely thick, and the whole body exuded demonic energy.

His eyes were even more cold red.

"Yang Ming, the meaning of the existence of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm is to fight against the Blood Spirit Clan together, and you are dealing with your compatriots here now, it's really rubbish. ”

Yang Ming seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world: "Compatriots, these wastes are also qualified to be our compatriots!"

"Click!", the power under Yang Ming's feet intensified, and the face of the loose cultivator who was stepped on almost distorted.

The loose cultivator's foot was broken on the spot.

After doing all this, Yang Ming took a step towards the next person.

He landed on the chest of the second monk, thinking that the monk would groan in pain or cry for help.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, nothing happened.

The whole world is even quieter.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

Yang Ming was a little surprised.

He could feel the people under him, and he would rather endure all kinds of pain than frown.

The scattered cultivator with his head down slowly raised his head and glanced at Yang Ming deadly!

"Phew!"

A mouthful of spit directly spit out!

"If you have the ability, you will kill Lao Tzu, even if Lao Tzu Zhou Yan dies, he will not frown!"

Ye Chen, who was in the distance, heard this familiar voice and the word Zhou Yan, and his eyes instantly widened!

It turned out to be really Zhou Yan!

Zhou Yan was a casual cultivator who entered the Blood Spirit Secret Realm with him.

The two had discussed it before, and they walked together after entering the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, but they didn't expect to end up teleporting to different places.

I thought that Zhou Yan should live to the last moment, but I didn't expect that the two would meet again at this time!

Zhou Yan became a slave!

Unyielding in my heart!

"Zhou Yan?"

Ye Chen said softly.

This sound was obviously heard by Zhou Yan, he raised his head suddenly, and when he saw Ye Chen wearing a mask not far away, his eyes were extremely surprised!

"Mr. Ye, why are you here!"

But soon, his surprise disappeared, and he knew that Ye Jitian was also a loose cultivator.

If you step into this place, you will either die or end up like him!

"Mr. Ye, you leave quickly!"

Zhou Yan almost roared.

Although he knew that Ye Jitian was very strong, but there were so many strong people here, no matter how strong a person was, he was not qualified to survive!

Yang Ming heard the conversation between the two, but he was a little interested: "It's interesting, you actually know each other, it's really like things and people are grouped, and it's normal for you garbage to know each other." ”

After speaking, Yang Ming stepped on Zhou Yan's back with one foot.

Zhou Yan's face was pale, and his powerful energy penetrated his whole body, instantly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The whole person is weak to the extreme.

Of course, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and did not say a word begging for mercy.

"Yang Ming, if you have the ability, you will kill me, if you can't kill me, when I survive and rebuild for a few hundred years, I will definitely find you, and then destroy your Qingzun Sect!"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth!

Yang Ming and the disciples behind him laughed when they heard these words: "You really think too highly of yourself, but you are about to die." ”

In the next second, Yang Ming's five fingers opened, and a long sword was sacrificed.

With a twist of the long sword, it was glowing with bursts of blood light, surrounded by aura, and Yang Ming stabbed into Zhou Yan's body fiercely!

"To be able to die under my Yang Ming's sword should be considered an honor for you. ”

Seeing that the long sword was about to penetrate Zhou Yan's body, Ye Chen moved.