"My lord, there are two more people here!"
Following Drought Demon Qin Jian's words.
The black-robed man in the distance then looked at Ye Chen and Wu Tianhou coldly.
At that moment, Wu Tianhou, who was next to Ye Chen, felt a bone-piercing chill on his back. It was as if he was being targeted by some primordial ferocious beast.
His heart was in his throat. If Ye Chen was not by his side, he would have fallen to the ground.
He did not know who the black-robed man before him was, but he had witnessed it with his own eyes. It was one thing for this person to resist the heavenly punishment, but he had even broken the attack of the old saint of Purple Cap Mountain.
Such a person was definitely a saint.
However, Ye Chen's expression did not change at all. He merely looked at the black-robed man quietly.
Apart from the one from Purple Cap Mountain, he was the most powerful person Ye Chen had ever seen in the Kunlun Ruins.
But so what?!
He, Mad Southern Ye, had never been afraid of a battle!
At that moment, the atmosphere was a little strange!
Ye Chen looked straight at the black-robed man!
The other party also looked straight at him.
No one spoke. It was as if there was no one else in this world that could catch their attention.
Wu Tianhou trembled in fear and did not dare to make a sound.
"Let's go!"
In the end, the black-robed man was the first to withdraw his gaze. Then, a pair of bone wings flapped and rose into the sky, transforming into a giant beast that could hold up the sky and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
"My lord, why didn't you absorb those two people just now?"
Drought Demon Qin Jian followed behind and could not help but ask, "One of them is called Mad Southern Ye. He's the most famous person in the Kunlun Ruins today. If you absorb his blood essence, perhaps you'll be able to recover to your peak!"
"Mad Southern Ye?"
The black-robed man's eyes shone brightly as he muttered, "This person is extremely extraordinary. I can sense dragon energy from him. He'll definitely be the enemy of the nine schools in the future!"
Dragon energy?
Qin Jian's heart skipped a beat when he heard that!
He knew very well what his lord meant. It meant that Ye Chen was born with the same fate as his lord. Such an existence was not tolerated by the nine schools.
…
Only after the two of them left did Wu Tianhou heave a sigh of relief.
Only then did Wu Tianhou heave a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He then asked, still in a state of shock, "Peak Lord, I don't understand. Why is this King Zombie being suppressed in the Buddhist Sect?"
"Judging from his attire, he should be from the Qin Dynasty!"
Ye Chen's eyes could not stop flickering as he thought to himself, 'The Qin dynasty was more than 2,000 years ago, and this person has dragon energy. Could this person be …'
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but it was immediately extinguished by him.
"According to historical records, in 210 BC, that person died of illness at the Sand Dune Palace during his fifth eastern patrol. He was then buried in the Mausoleum of Mount Li …"
"How could it possibly appear in the Kunlun Ruins …"
Ye Chen shook his head in amusement, "It seems like I'll have to go to the Mausoleum of Li Mountain to investigate when I get the chance when I return to the secular world."
Then, he looked in the direction that the black-robed man had left in and frowned, "Qin Dynasty, just how many secrets do you have!"
Putting aside the fact that he had discovered the ancient teleportation formation left behind by the Pre-Qin Qi Refinement cultivators in the Ancient Barren World.
Just the Corpse King of the Qin Dynasty, who was wearing a dragon robe, was enough to give the Qin Dynasty a sense of mystery.
Ye Chen lifted his eyes and looked at the messy Buddhist sect before him. He said, "Let's go back too!"
…
At the same time, the Kunlun Ruins shook again!
The Buddhist Sect had been destroyed!
One had to know that in the past few hundred years of the Kunlun Ruins, apart from the Blood God Sect, no supreme sect had ever been destroyed.
Even Ye Chen had only destroyed the five ancient clans. Although he had killed his way into the Sword Sect and killed countless people from the six high sects, he did not destroy any of the supreme sects at the end of the day.
However, the Buddhist Sect had been destroyed!
This news spread throughout the entire Kunlun Ruins at an earth-shattering speed. It could be said to be like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and everyone was shocked.
An expert cried out in horror, "Who was the one who destroyed the Buddhism Sect? Could it be Mad Southern Ye? "
"Yes, it must be Mad Southern Ye. In our Kunlun Ruins, apart from that person from Purple Cap Mountain, only Mad Southern Ye has such strength!"
"Who else could it be other than him? This person must have destroyed the Buddhist Sect to take revenge on Zen Master Ban Ruo for attacking him! "
"Everyone, do you know who Mad Southern Ye is now? The Buddhist Sect has been destroyed. Who's next? Dao Sect? Devil Sect? "
Just when the outside world was pointing their fingers at Ye Chen and was about to stop the alliance army from denouncing him, a piece of shocking news came from Purple Cap Mountain.
A piece of important news came from the Purple Cap Mountain. The person who passed the message even received the permission of the old Saint.
"The Devil Sect wasn't destroyed by Mad Southern Ye, but a Corpse King was suppressed in the Buddhist Sect's Thunder Pagoda. The Corpse King escaped and started a massacre. Even the old saint was unable to capture it …"
The moment these words were spoken, the entire world fell silent.
Corpse King!
Countless people were shocked by these two words!
They had never expected that there would be a Corpse King suppressed in the Buddhist Sect. What shocked them the most was that even the old saint could not capture it!
Didn't that mean that this Corpse King's battle prowess was comparable to a saint? Becoming a saint with a corpse? If that was really the case, who in the entire Kunlun Ruins could be his match?
Right at this moment, pieces of extremely shocking news swarmed in from all directions of the Kunlun Ruins.
"The Corpse King descended to the far west and awakened the three drought demons and 3,000 bronze-armored corpses from the Dead Wasteland!"
"The Corpse King led four drought demons and 3,000 bronze-armored corpses to destroy 30 sects and countless Martial Dao families …"
"The Corpse King personally went to Purple Cap Mountain and forced the old saint to make a move. The two of them fought, and the old saint was heavily injured and retreated …"
"…"
When everyone finally digested this string of news with great difficulty, all of them turned pale with astonishment and practically despaired.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen was in the Devil Sect at that moment.
He stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the suppressed dragon vein before him. The shock in his eyes could not be erased.
The scene before him was exactly the same as what he had seen in the Dao Sect's Secret Palace. There was also a saint's corpse suppressing the dragon vein.
Not only that, the other sects, such as the Corpse Sect, the Witchcraft Sect, the Star Sect, and the other supreme sects, were all suppressing dragon veins.
These dragon veins covered Mount Mao, Mount Longhu, Mount Tai, Mount Huang, Mount Wutai, Mount Qingcheng, Mount Zhongnan …
All the famous mountain dragon veins in the secular world were extracted and gathered into nine dragon veins to suppress the nine supreme sects of the Kunlun Ruins.
"A total of nine dragon veins are related to the rise and fall of the secular world in China. However, you guys extracted them one by one and suppressed them here!"
Ye Chen was furious, "Is this the plan you guys are going to carry out on the secular world? Do you guys deserve to be called saints?! "
He finally understood why the spiritual energy in the secular world was scarce and the inheritance of the cultivation heart was almost cut off, but the spiritual energy in the Kunlun Ruins was extremely abundant …
Thinking to this point, he could not help but smile coldly, "I'd like to ask this old saint who's the only surviving saint of Purple Cap Mountain …"
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