Afterwards, Zhuxian Town became lively. The angry Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan were one with a knife and the other with a sword, chasing the two of them all over the street, causing chaos.

"Life is like a drama, wonderful." Ye Chen held his hands and watched with relish. He felt more and more that his ability to cheat others was perfect.

At night, Ye Chen finally saw Xiao Yang Lan. The little guy was still very kind to Ye Chen. He looked two or three years old, pink and like an elf. Unfortunately, he was the fate of a lonely star in Tiansha. If it weren't for the heavenly punishment in this era, she would have been destined to be lonely for the rest of her life.

After leaving Yang's mansion, he had not returned to the small garden and went to the old tomb.

The Yin Yue Princess was still there, and her cultivation level was even more diligent.

Ye Chen took half a bowl of Qin Mengyao's blood and merged into the source crystal. The essence of the source crystal suddenly surged. The entire main tomb was full of spiritual power, hazy, illuminated by the immortal light, and magnificent.

The Yin Yue Empress was surprised that her blood had such a tremendous amount of divine power, and with her cognition, it was difficult to understand.

"This is a special bloodline. When you go to the cultivation world in the future, you will see more and stronger ones." Ye Chen explained with a smile, and explained the mystery of bloodline for the imperial concubine, including Shenzang.

The imperial concubine listened quietly, and she remembered every word Ye Chen said in her heart.

This flash, another three days.

It was not until the night of the fourth day that Ye Chen left the ancient tomb, slowly walked in the mountains and forests, quietly looking up at the starry sky. The fortune of the world was gathering in the south, which was the fortune of the emperor. In other words, the world was gradually moving towards unification. Before this, war was inevitable, and there were only three princes and kings left, and the situation of three-legged throne would be broken soon.

As he said, half a month later, the three princes started fighting, which was a lineup of two to one, with the forces of three parties participating in the battle of millions, and the corpses killed were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

This battle lasted for three years. The King of Chu and King Han won and captured the capital of Qin. The King of Qin was defeated and committed suicide, indicating the destruction of Qin. The world has changed from a three-legged situation to a confrontation between the north and the south. Everyone knows that the future will be one of the King of Chu and King of Han. Therefore, it will not take long for the war to rekindle the whole country, and that battle will unify the country.

The morning sun is still so warm.

Ye Chen at the table held his chin with both hands, bored.

It was another three years, and the person he was waiting for still did not come. He didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he only knew that this practice would be extremely long.

Over the past three years, he has gone out more than once, appearing in ancient cities and villages, wanting to see if this ancient star really has reincarnation. Unfortunately, he has never found the same natal soul again. Because of this, he is even more confused. Since there is no reincarnation, the natal soul of the prince of Qi cannot be explained, and the contradiction between the front and back is very puzzling.

Soon, Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan came and brought Xiao Yang Lan with them.

That's right, Xia Lan is still alive and has lived for another three years.

Compared to her, Xiao Yang Lan is a little strange. Three years and three years old. She is already six years old, but she doesn't look like she is two or three years old. Every time she appears, she will attract strange eyes. It makes Mr. Yang come to Ye Chen every day, hoping to have a reasonable explanation, how can she grow old but not grow tall?

Ye Chen knew it very well, but he couldn't say it. The problem was not Xiao Yang Lan, but Ye Fan. At this moment, he didn't have to look at it, so he knew that Ye Fan was like Xiao Yang Lan, just two or three years old. This is the mutual generation and restraint of fate. It is still unknown how long it will take to grow up.

"Yeah... how dark it is." I don't know who was surprised for a lifetime, which made the people tilt their heads.

Early in the morning, the sky became dark, and it was dark. I thought it was going to rain, but the problem was that there was no sign of rain!

"Monk." Ye Chen frowned.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar of void and lightning and thunder.

Then, a blood-colored figure appeared in Xutian. It was an old man wearing a blood-colored python robe and holding a dragon-headed stick in his hand. He stood in Xutian like a god, with a playful look on his face and looking down at all living beings.

"Immortal...Immortal?" The people of Zhuxian Town all opened their mouths, and a few of them had already crawled down and prayed for the blessing of the gods.

"That's the immortal?" Ling Feng and the other two also left the door and stared at Cangkong in a daze.

"The Blood-Swallowing Demonic Art." So many people, only Ye Chen's face was extremely difficult to see. They recognized the extremely evil technique practiced by the old man in the blood robe. They needed to nourish their body spirit with the blood of creatures. His purpose here was very obvious, to swallow the blood of mortals to help him practice.

Buzz!

When Ye Chen saw it, Xu Tian trembled, and a powerful pressure instantly swept the world and made the sky rush, and the people of Zhuxian Town all sprayed blood and could not move.

Among them, Ye Chen also includes him, who is a cultivator in the Lingxu Realm. His power is not something Ye Chen can withstand.

"All living beings are ants, and it is a great blessing to merge with me." The old man in the blood robe spoke, his voice as thunder as thunder, but also extremely ethereal, like the verdict of God, full of endless magic power, resounding across the world. His fierce face was like an evil ghost, smiling gloomy and terrifyingly.

The scream suddenly broke out, and many people were swallowed into Xutian, turning into pieces of blood mist and blending into the old man's body. His expression was very enjoyable and comfortable.

This scene made the mortals look pale.

Isn’t that a god? Isn’t it necessary to protect the people? Why do we slaughter life?

"Ye Chen." Yang Xuan, Ling Feng and Shangguan Jiu both turned their heads with difficulty, calling Ye Chen, hoping that his immortal would be able to turn the tide and save the world.

"Canglan." They were calling Ye Chen, but Ye Chen was calling for evil demons. A Qi Condensation Realm, which is like a god in the mortal world, let alone a spiritual realm, which is not something that he, a half-immortal, can compete with.

However, there was no reply to his call.

"How could this be?" The Yin Yue Empress, who was in the ancient tomb, was trembling with a delicate body. The power of the Lingxu Realm was too strong, and even Ye Chen could not withstand it, and she could not withstand it.

"Thugger!" A gloomy laughed, filling the sky. The evil old man in blood robe smiled fiercely, like a demon, devouring the blood of living beings without restraint.

Amid the screams, more people were sucked into the air and then turned into blood mist.

"Mom." Xiao Yanglan's crying was very crisp. She was sucked away. The petite she was without any resistance. She looked at her parents and cried with tears on her face.

"No..." Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan shouted, both going crazy.

However, they are all ordinary people, and they can't even move without saying that they can save people.

"Canglan, Canglan." Ye Chen was still calling, his eyes were covered with blood, dyeing his eyes blood red. He never felt that he was useless. He watched Xiao Yanglan be arrested, but he was powerless. If nothing unexpected happened, she would turn into blood mist and be swallowed by the old man in the blood robe.

Blood?

Speaking of the word "blood", he seemed to think of something, and Qin Mengyao's blood, which was the blood of the peak of the Saint King, or a kind of domineering bloodline.

Immediately, he moved his palm with difficulty, reached to his waist, grabbed the hanging wine gourd, Qin Mengyao's blood, and put it in it.
Chapter completed!