As the young man finished speaking, the three incense sticks in his hand suddenly burned quickly and became shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The smoke turned into dragon-shaped energy and shot into the eyes of the wooden statue. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely.
"Crack …"
At that moment, the wooden statue shook violently. Then, its eyes, which were originally dead, suddenly opened. They were like two small golden suns, unstoppable and looking down on everything.
At the same time, an old voice slowly came from the wooden statue's mouth, "Can't hide in the end …"
The voice was extremely long, as if it had crossed time and space and the long river. It made people feel respect from the bottom of their hearts.
Plop!
The young man knelt heavily on the ground with an extremely solemn expression, "Patriarch, with Mad Southern Ye's ability, he'll find out that we were the ones who did it back then. If we don't take action now, I'm afraid …"
"The Xuanyuan Eight Clans have protected China for countless years …"
The wooden statue's mouth opened and closed, and its voice was dignified, "Everything we've done is for China. Unfortunately, the people are ignorant. Forget it."
At the next moment, a golden light landed on the table in front of the young man. It was a pair of golden bells. They were only the size of a palm, but they were extremely ancient.
"This is the Heart-Frightening Bell …"
Before the young man could react, the old voice immediately sounded in his mind, "With this treasure and the chant, you can control that person. With her help, even if Mad Southern Ye is at the Void Refinement Stage, he will definitely die."
"Thank you, Patriarch!" The young man was overjoyed.
According to what he knew, the female corpse was extremely strange and difficult to deal with. Even the patriarch had paid a huge price to subdue it.
With her help, she could indeed sweep through everything.
At the same time, the old voice paused again, "Mad Southern Ye is a Chinese genius after all. We can't be ruthless. Ask him if he's willing to submit to the Gu family first. If he's unwilling …"
"Then let's get rid of him!"
…
In the direction of the western region of China, several figures were running in the air. They did not hide their terrifying pressure at all, causing many demons in the forest below to tremble and flee.
"Uncle Ye, we'll reach the western region in another 500 kilometers."
Yang Hao stood on the wide flying sword as his clothes fluttered in the wind. At the same time, he introduced to Ye Chen who was leading the way.
Ye Chen broke through the clouds and charged forward. He said without even turning his head, "Who exactly is this Ning Mengtian?"
On the day of his wedding, the Lord of the Western Region had sent someone to congratulate him. He only knew that the Lord of the Western Region seemed to be the husband of the Kunlun Ruins' Purple Cap Mountain's eldest young miss, Zi Zhuier.
As for anything else, he didn't know.
Luo Tianya, who had broken all the shackles in his body, smiled and said, "This person is quite a figure. He rose up from a humble background and had an ordinary family background. Later on, he stepped into cultivation because of the cultivation method that Brother Ye promoted. From then on, he displayed terrifying talent. With the guidance of Senior Zi Qincang, he stepped into the late-stage of the Golden Core Realm in just a few years …"
Luo Tianya, who had broken the shackles, was no longer as dispirited as before. Instead, he was replaced by a handsome middle-aged man who was in high spirits.
"Not bad."
Song Qiye nodded and said, "Ning Yutian met Miss Zi Zhuier when he was cultivating in the Kunlun Ruins. Later on, the two of them got together. After 17 years, Ning Yutian stepped into the Mastery Nascent Soul Stage."
"He stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage from a mortal in 17 years?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Chen's face, "If that's the case, this person is indeed quite a figure. I'm afraid he's obtained a great fortuitous encounter. I want to meet him more and more."
An hour later, a ray of sword light landed on the land of the Western Region. In that instant, several figures with tyrannical auras rushed over from all directions.
"Who dares to trespass into my western territory?!"
In an instant, four early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators flew out with extremely gloomy expressions.
"Stop!"
At that moment, a magnetic voice resounded from afar, and then two figures approached from afar.
It was a man and a woman. The man wore a black coat and had ordinary facial features. He was an inconspicuous existence in a crowd. However, there was incomparable determination and maturity between his brows, which added a lot of charm to him.
Beside him was a woman in a long dress. She looked to be around 30 years old, and both her figure and temperament were excellent.
When they saw the person who had arrived, the four early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators immediately cupped their fists and bowed to the former, "Young mistress, young master!"
"Step down!"
The man in the coat spoke slowly. Subsequently, he fixed his gaze on Ye Chen.
His body froze at first. Subsequently, he walked forward quickly and bowed to Ye Chen, "Junior Ning Mengtian greets Mr. Ye!"
Ye Chen sized him up quietly, "You're the master of the western territory, Ning Mengtian?"
"That's right!"
Ning Mengtian nodded suddenly and looked at him with incomparable respect, "When Mr. Ye dominated the earth back then, Mengtian was just an ordinary person who was struggling to eat and wear. It was Mr. Ye who helped me with the cultivation method."
"Uncle Ye, I told you a long time ago, right?"
Yang Hao could not help but say to Ye Chen while winking, "Actually, Old Ning can be considered half your disciple."
At that moment, the woman next to Ning Mengtian suddenly smiled at Ye Chen, "Mr. Ye, do you still remember me?"
"Ms. Zi, how have you been?"
Ye Chen looked at her and said with a smile, "It's been 17 years. Time hasn't left many traces on your face."
"Compared to 17 years ago, Mr. Ye is even younger and more domineering!"
Zi Zhuier covered her mouth and smiled. She glanced at Ning Mengtian and introduced, "Mr. Ye, this is Zhuier's husband, Ning Mengtian."
At this point, a cunning look flashed across her beautiful eyes, "Just as Yang Hao said, Mengtian can barely be considered half your disciple."
Ye Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. Just when he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly turned grim. Then, he looked into the depths of the void.
His sudden seriousness immediately caused the others to be incomparably astonished. Immediately, they subconsciously looked over.
"Uncle Ye, what's wrong?" Yang Hao's expression turned grim.
Ye Chen acted like he did not hear him. He continued looking into the depths of the void as divine fire flickered in his eyes, "Since you're here, come out. Why are you hiding? Do you really need me to drag you out?"
Just as he finished speaking, a surprised voice sounded from the void, "Haha, as expected of Mad Southern Ye."
"Buzz …"
As the void trembled, a long-haired young man in black clothes slowly descended. The young man's facial features were ordinary, and the only thing that stood out was the crescent-shaped rune between his brows.
However, the young man's cultivation base was not high. He seemed to be at early-stage God Transformation.
As this person appeared, Ning Mengtian took a step forward. He stared at him and questioned, "Who are you? This is an important military area. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission. "
(End of this chapter)
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