Kunxu calendar, December 25th, 2019.
Ye Chen killed the six supreme sect masters on Heaven Dao Peak and killed dozens of supreme giants. He suppressed the Kunlun Ruins by himself and challenged a saint.
"Mad Southern Ye led the Ninth Peak to destroy dozens of sects!"
"The Corpse Sect's sect master escaped with heavy injuries!" “
"The Corpse Sect has collectively submitted!"
As soon as the Dao Sect's battle came to an end, the news about the battle spread at an extremely crazy speed.
Countless people were stunned. They did not believe it at first. However, before they could react, another piece of heavy news spread.
"We've lost, we've lost. This earth-shattering battle that has gathered the strongest power of the Kunlun Ruins and concerns the future of the Kunlun Ruins has been defeated!"
"Five of the six supreme sect masters died and one died miserably. Only Sect Master Lei Xing's soul escaped. Nearly 50 supreme giants of the six high sects were almost annihilated by Mad Southern Ye!"
This news was like a huge iron plow that plowed through the entire Kunlun Ruins.
"How is this possible?"
"Oh my god, those are the six supreme sect masters. All of them are old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. Every single one of them represents the peak combat power of the Kunlun Ruins, yet Mad Southern Ye actually killed five of them?"
Almost at that moment, countless forces in the entire Kunlun Ruins felt like their guts were going to explode. They almost could not believe their ears.
"Mad Southern Ye is too terrifying. I really can't imagine that an ant from the secular world could grow to such an extent!"
A supreme giant who did not go to watch the battle rejoiced repeatedly.
A powerhouse beat his chest and stomped his feet as he wailed, "From today onwards, the Kunlun Ruins has officially entered the era of Mad Southern Ye. This person has done something that no one has done before!"
"No, there's still hope for the Kunlun Ruins!"
Someone's face was filled with indignation, "Get up, fellow daoists who don't want to be slaves. As long as we unite and fight, we can still fight Mad Southern Ye!"
However, no one responded to him.
What kind of joke was this? Even the six high sects were no match for Mad Southern Ye. What was the use of scattered troops like them?!
Right at this moment, an earth-shattering news spread.
"There's still an old saint in the Kunlun Ruins. The old saint is the master of Purple Cap Mountain. It was the old saint who saved Sect Master Lei Xing's soul!"
"The old saint has agreed to fight Mad Southern Ye. Three days later, the two of them will fight above the Nine Heavens. There's still hope for the Kunlun Ruins!"
The news spread like a clap of thunder. It shook heaven and earth, and the commotion was no less than Ye Chen's popularity.
"What? After the great calamity 500 years ago in our Kunlun Ruins, there was actually a saint who survived?! "
"How is this possible? Wasn't the path of the Sage cut off after the great calamity? Haven't all the Sages died a long time ago? "
Some experts who had lived for a long time were shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief. “
"This matter is absolutely true. Could it be that all of you have forgotten that Sect Master Lei Xing entered Purple Cap Mountain over three hundred years ago!?"
An insider explained, "The truth is out now. Sect Master Lei Xing is the old Saint's in-name disciple!"
"Okay, okay!"
Many people were overjoyed when they heard that, "The heavens really haven't forsaken our Kunlun Ruins. The old saint has made a move. How can Mad Southern Ye survive this time?!"
"Let's go to Purple Cap Mountain together in three days. We'll witness Mad Southern Ye being suppressed by the old saint and witness the might of a saint!"
"Let's go together!"
"…"
On the 26th of the twelfth month of the year 2019 in the Kunlun Ruins calendar, there were still four days before the new year.
Ye Chen was in the Dao Sect's Secret Palace.
The so-called Secret Palace was the Dao Sect's most private treasure vault. All the peerless treasures that the Dao Sect had accumulated over the past few hundred years were stored inside.
As far as the eye could see, there were mountains of medicinal pills, spirit stones, origin stones, talismans, and all sorts of secret treasures.
If any of these items were to be placed in the outside world, they would be rare treasures that would cause a bloodbath.
However, Ye Chen's heart did not waver much. His gaze landed on the southeast corner of the Secret Palace.
Over there, he actually sensed a trace of the fluctuation of a formation. This formation was incomparably brilliant. Even with his powerful Divine Sense, he almost missed it.
"Why is there a formation here?" Ye Chen turned around and looked at Wu Tianhou and the rest behind him.
Wu Tianhou could not explain it either. Then, he called the new person in charge of the Dao Sect, "Yun Leizi, why did you set up this formation in the Dao Sect's Secret Palace?"
The Yun Lingzi he mentioned was Sect Master Lei Xing's junior brother, and also the only remaining supreme giant of the Dao Sect.
The other party did not dare to hesitate and immediately said while trembling, "Immortal Ye, I'm not sure either. The Secret Palace has always been managed by Senior Brother Sect Master."
"Forget it!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly. Meanwhile, the Emperor Brush appeared in his hand. The void shook immediately, and a huge word 'dismantle' appeared.
"Rumble …"
The formation then collapsed.
Immediately after, a huge crater appeared in Ye Chen's line of sight. At that moment, the expressions of everyone in the secret palace changed.
This was because when the formation was broken, an extremely dense stench of blood immediately spread out from the deep pit. The stench of blood was also mixed with dense resentment.
"What a powerful stench of blood!"
Even though Ye Chen's hands were covered in blood, his expression changed at that moment.
"Wait for me here. I'll go down and take a look!" After saying that, his body swayed and he entered the deep crater.
The crater was about 300 meters deep. There were no stairs that he could use to borrow strength from. However, with Ye Chen's cultivation base, he naturally did not need to borrow strength.
What shocked him was that the deeper he went, the denser the stench of blood and resentment became. It was almost to the point that it could bewitch one's mind.
What he did not know was that the moment he broke the formation, Purple Cap Mountain, which was like a dead boy, suddenly opened its eyes.
The boy shook his head and sighed faintly, "In the end, this person still sensed it!"
A few breaths later, Ye Chen arrived at the bottom of the crater. A huge platform came into view immediately. There was an altar with a radius of 300 meters on the platform.
The altar was circular, like the Eight Trigrams of Daoism. The middle was sunken, and there were eight decaying bodies sitting on the eight positions.
These eight bodies had died a long time ago. The blood in their bodies had dried up, but their skin and flesh had not decayed. The backs of the corpses were extremely straight, like true dragons soaring into the sky.
Even so, the eight corpses still emitted a dense pressure. It was an aura that seemed to be able to destroy the world.
When Ye Chen walked closer and was less than 30 meters away from them.
The corpse closest to him suddenly trembled.
Then, a brilliant light surged. An extremely terrifying killing intent shot out from the corpse and suppressed Ye Chen.
Divine radiance surged from Ye Chen's body.
The Night Demon Armor protected him automatically!
Bang!
When the killing intent suppressed the Night Demon Armor, Ye Chen heard the old demon's muffled groan and the sound of the armor shattering.
"Saint corpse!"
Night Demon grunted, "Master, this must be a saint corpse!"
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