He shouted loudly and suddenly pressed his palm against the bottom of the tree root.

Bang!

Two huge forces collided in the air, and a circle of purple energy ripples rushed out quickly in the air, and the entire space seemed to be cut in half.

With a huge force suppressed, Xie Ziwen immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and a lot of blood was shrouded from the pores of his body.

call out!

The sacred tree was thrown into the air again by this palm, but there was no damage at all, and even the direction of suppression did not change.

The force of rebounding from the Wukui Divine Tree made Xiao Chen feel a little uncomfortable, and he thought to himself that this person's strength is indeed powerful, and he can still fight back like this under Wukui's heavy blow to the sky.

Come again!

Bang bang bang bang!

The boundless Wukui Divine Tree, under Xiao Chen's guidance, hit Xie Ziwen one after another.

Xie Ziwen is indeed very strong. Although he was injured more than once, he repeated this four or five times, but he finally survived it.

The many warriors who soared into the air around them were also surprised in their hearts.

The ground under Xie Ziwen's feet had already been deeply sunk under the impact of the sacred tree, and blood was bleeding from the seven holes in the corners of his eyes, nose, and mouth, which was very scary.

Just when he was about to hold on, a breath of extremely powerful, long, wind, literature, and et flew towards him, and an old man in black robe slapped his palm directly on the Wukui sacred tree.

Click to scratch!

With an unknown amount of force, the entire Wukui Divine Tree instantly cracked. After a moment, it turned into blood-colored airflows whizzing away in the air.

Seeing the old man in black robe, Xie Ziwen's expression suddenly relaxed and said weakly, "Second Master, why are you here?"

The old man in black robe held the Wukui Divine Tree with one hand and glanced at Xie Ziwen and said, "I'm so embarrassed to say that if I hadn't heard the noise, you might have been beaten to death."

"I told you a long time ago that the times have changed and I still maintain my previous mentality. Even if you enter the ancient tower, you will eventually be beaten to death by the big waves on the beach."

Xie Ziwen did not take the old man's words to heart, and pointed at Xiao Chen and said, "The second uncle killed him, and he must not be let go. My internal organs were injured. I am afraid I will not be able to participate in this arena battle at the Ancient Tower."

When the old man in black robe heard this, he checked Xie Ziwen's injuries. The expression on his face suddenly changed slightly, and he looked at Xiao Chen with a cold look.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt a force that made people's hearts gaze on him, and his heartbeat became slower under the old man's gaze.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel shocked. The old man in black robe turned out to be a Martial Emperor-level figure.

Retracting his gaze, the old man in black robe said coldly: "I am so brave. Even the Evil Moon Pavilion dares to offend you. I pray that you will not go out of the ancient land in your life."

After saying that, he ignored Xie Ziwen's words, flew away from Xiao Chen's vision with him, coming and going quickly.

Xiao Chen was wondering why the other party stopped, and a powerful aura came from behind him.

It was the old man who announced the date of the ring battle in Tianwu Square last time. Looking at the direction of the second uncle Xie Ziwen's departure, the old man sneered: "He knows what kind of place this place is, and he cannot tolerate the arrogance of the Evil Moon Pavilion."

Xiao Chen felt relieved and knew why he didn't dare to do anything to himself. He said to the old man in the air: "Junior Xiao Chen, thank you for your help, I hope you can ask for your name."

The old man smiled softly, fell from the air, looked at Xiao Chen carefully and said, "Yes, a hundred consecutive wins were indeed not a chance to win. My husband's name is Shi Hailong. Just call me Senior Shi."

Xiao Chen nodded and thanked again. The leaders from other places in the courtyard, when they saw the figures of the old man, appeared and greeted the old man respectfully.

Shi Hailong looked at Xiao Chen and said, "You have helped Tianmie Alliance today. As long as you are in this ancient land, I can guarantee that no one in the Xieyue Pavilion dares to touch you. I have something small here, so I am a personal thank you."

The other party threw a bottle of pills over, Xiao Chen opened it and sniffed it, and it was so strong that the fragrance of medicine was strong that it was drunk when it smelled it.

After Xiao Chen fought one after another, some internal injuries were immediately felt much better after sucking the fragrance into his nose.

It is actually a pill specializing in treating internal injuries. Its fragrance has such an effect. The level of this pill can be imagined. Xiao Chen hurriedly thanked.

As the saying goes, he helped Tianmie Alliance a lot of help, Xiao Chen's thoughts changed and he understood.

I think the Tianmiao Alliance doesn't want it. Xie Ziwen participated in the competition for the Ancient Tower, but the other party suppressed the favor and had no choice but to do it.

Now Xiao Chen has seriously injured Xie Ziwen, making it impossible for him to participate in the competition of the Ancient Tower.

The Tianmiao Alliance has returned the favor and achieved its goal, so it is difficult to be unhappy.

"These twenty places are no problem for you. I am looking forward to how many levels you can walk on the Ancient Tower."

After the old man said that, he didn't stop. A few flashes were already a thousand meters away. The strength of the Martial Emperor was really unpredictable, and the bareness made the leaders amazed.

"Xiao Chen, thank you for helping me before." Zuo Mo stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Chen and thanked him.

Xiao Chen whispered: "No need to thank you, just a simple effort, just a knife."

Zuo Mo smiled bitterly in his heart. It was indeed just a small task, but at that time Xie Ziwen was so arrogant that there was a huge force like Xieyue Pavilion behind him.

Anyone who dares to help must consider the consequences behind this. Not everyone dares to make this knife, nor is it as accurate as anyone can make this knife.

Zuo Mo looked up at Xiao Chen sincerely and said, "I'm thanking you for your kindness. Goodbye to the ancient tower. I hope you and I can reach a height that our predecessors cannot match."

"When you go to the Five Kingdoms Championship to compete, all the arrogant Jin geniuses will bow their heads."

Xiao Chen smiled softly and said nothing more.

The party ended here. It was originally just a gathering of people who tested each other, but unexpectedly it turned out like this in the end.

Everyone looked at Xiao Chen, and his previous surprise turned into his current awe.

Although the battle between Xiao Chen and Zuo Mo has not officially started, it is clear which one is stronger and which one is weaker.

Now Xiao Chen has completely surpassed Zuo Mo and has become the first person among the younger generation in the four countries.

The only young geniuses who can still rank above him are the top group of people in the Great Jin Kingdom. The gap between everyone and him has completely fallen.

After the crowd left, Xia Xiyan looked at Xiao Chen and said, "Xiao Chen, you have offended the Xieyue Pavilion now. Although there is Tianmiao Alliance to protect you, it is inevitable that the other party will make small moves. It is better to temporarily enter the Qianjian Pavilion branch before the start of the ring battle."

Xia Xiyan invited her again, and Xiao Chen was really embarrassed to refuse the party twice, and what Xia Xiyan said made some sense.

It was easy for the other party to make some small moves. Although he was not afraid of these things, it was always a bit of trouble, so he agreed to Xia Xiyan's invitation.

While the two left towards the Qianjian Pavilion branch, the top of a big tree outside the courtyard.

A middle-aged man with a black scar on his face stood on the top of the tree staring at Xiao Chen expressionlessly, if Xiao Chen noticed this person.

It will appear that this person is the remnant of the Netherworld Sect who snatched the body of the Martial Saint who he met on Qianren Island.

"It's indeed the Qinglong Qi. I used it several times in the arena and several times today. I can go and make a complete confirmation with the deputy leader."

There is an unknown island outside the deserted city. In the middle of a secret room on the island, there is a black sarcophagus, and a strong body lies in it.

The coffin was filled with red viscous liquid, constantly waving, and a trace of red energy was slowly pouring into the corpse.

The corpse looked like a living person, and the liquid in the skin was shiny and did not look like a dead person.

If you see the appearance of the corpse, you will see that the body of the Martial Saint was taken away by the scar man on Qianren Island.

Around the coffin, several warriors wearing black robes and red clouds embroidered with red clouds were nervously staring at the corpse in the coffin, and adding some materials to the coffin from time to time.

Even closer to the wall, an old man in black robe with a wrinkled temperament looked at the corpse in the coffin with extreme excitement, and the expression on his face seemed extremely expectant.

He stood there like a black shadow lurking in. The secret room that was originally unclear seemed to appear even darker because of his reasons.

"How is it? How long will it take for this corpse to be completely refined into a demon zombie!" The old man in black robe, a hoarse voice sounded in the secret room.

A warrior stopped the movements in his hand and said respectfully to the old man: "It will take half a year to return to Deputy Leader Ding to refine it thoroughly. We are incompetent, and it's been a bit long."

"Otherwise, you can take it out and fight directly in the battle with the Blood Wolf Gang."

The leader of the Netherworld Sect is unknown to life and death. Usually, the three deputy leaders appear in front of the sects, except for the old man named Ding in front of him.

The other two deputy leaders traveled around all year round and basically didn't care about anything, so the old man in front of him was considered the real leader of the Netherworld Sect now.

The old man surnamed Ding smiled and said, "It's not long or long, it's only half a year. This is a saint who has become a fleshly saint who has been seen in a thousand years. As for the Blood Wolf Gang, you don't need to pay attention to it, just a kitten and a puppy."

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

There was a knock on the door outside the secret room, and then the stone door opened. A scholar surrounded by black air came to the front of Master Ding and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, the old man named Ding looked happy again, waved his hand to ask the man to retreat, and then said to the four people who were refining the body of the Martial Saint: "In half a year, you will not go out in this secret room. When the matter is completed, I will reward you."

Several people nodded quickly, and the old man left the secret room and came to a hall.

The scarred man in the hall had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the old man, he quickly bent down to salute, "Wuyang has met the head lord."

The wrinkled Corps Ding smiled and said, "No need to be polite, I'll tell me any good news."

Wu Yang nodded and said, "The boy who snatched the burial objects of the Martial Saint on Qianren Island has been confirmed several times and is indeed the inheritor of the Qinglong Martial Soul."
Chapter completed!