Just now, Ye Chen came to him and wanted to refine two earth-shattering magic tools with him. One of the magic tools was called the Mountain-moving Flag.
The flag had the ability to move mountains and summon groups across worlds. As long as someone waved the flag, they could summon thousands of people from afar.
"That's right!"
Ye Chen nodded lightly and said, "Just one flag can summon 3,000 people. However, I need to set up a formation beforehand!"
At the end of the day, the Mountain-moving Flag was equivalent to a teleportation formation that could teleport groups thousands of kilometers away.
When he was in the Immortal World, the Four Heavenly Kings held this flag. Just one flag could summon hundreds of thousands of people.
"So, you're saying that you want to teleport the million army through this flag?" The Patriarch of Hell saw through Ye Chen's thoughts immediately.
"That's right!"
Ye Chen smiled lightly, "Therefore, I'll have to trouble you for the next two days. You must refine 360 Mountain-moving Flags!"
One flag could summon 3,000 people, so 360 flags could summon the million army. With this flag, the million soldiers would definitely shock the world!
"360 flags …"
The Patriarch of Hell almost vomited blood when he heard that. His face twitched violently as he said, "Refine 360 flags in two days? Are you trying to blow me up?"
"You don't have to worry about that!"
Ye Chen waved his hand. Countless spirit stones fell from his storage ring onto the ground. At that moment, spiritual energy was like mist.
"What about you? You can't let me work alone! "The Patriarch of Hell looked unwilling.
"Of course, I have my own mission."
Ye Chen smiled mysteriously. Subsequently, he lifted his hand and waved. He appeared in another secret room.
An ancient and mysterious golden pagoda slowly appeared in his mind. The golden pagoda had a total of nine floors. It was like an octagonal object with eight sides.
There was a pagoda carved on each side, and the eight sides happened to be the Eight Divisional Pagoda. It emitted a domineering and sharp aura as if it wanted to suppress everything.
"The Eight Divisional Pagoda!"
Ye Chen smirked at the corner of his lips, "This is the Dragon Clan's treasure. Once this item is refined, its power will be boundless and its divine might will be monstrous. It can suppress all evil and all kinds of heretics!"
"With my Original Infant Stage cultivation, although I cannot fully restore the Eight Divisional Stupa's true power, I can still use it to suppress the Saints!"
Then, he took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Essence in his body surged. He waved his hand, and the materials on the ground immediately shot toward him.
In the secret chamber, a terrifying True Essence surged endlessly, like divine lightning alternating between flashing and extinguishing, and there was a faint trace of a disdainful aura quietly awakening.
…
Meanwhile, the outside world was completely unaware of this. They were still arguing endlessly about the Daemon Kings gathering to target Ye Chen.
In the Yangtze River's Water Dragon Palace, a Demon King shouted, "Mad Southern Ye hasn't said anything yet. Could he be afraid now?"
It was the Wild Boar King.
After he said that, he immediately received the support of many Demon Kings. "Hahaha, is there a need to guess? With dozens of Demon Kings working together, I'm afraid a mere Mad Southern Ye would have been scared to the point of trembling. "
"If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. From the moment Mad Southern Ye killed the Black Mountain Demon King, his fate was decided!"
"If I were Mad Southern Ye, I would rush to the Yangtze River's Water Dragon Palace and kowtow to us to apologize. The longer this drags on, the more we won't forgive him!"
The more the Demon Kings spoke, the more excited they became.
One of the Demon Kings even shouted at the Golden-Winged Roc, "Roc King, weren't you always on Mad Southern Ye's side? Why are you mute now? "
"Roc King, don't tell me you're scared too?"
The Golden-Winged Roc was furious, "Multicolor King, are you provoking the Roc Clan? Since when do I need you to tell me what to do?! "
…
Northeast, deep in the old forest.
A woman in white stood in front of the stone wall and said gently, "Grandaunt, may I ask if you agreed to the Water Dragon Palace's invitation?"
Although the woman's voice was weak, there was a hint of anger in her tone. It was like a flame in the spring breeze.
"The Sky-roaming Dragon King has gathered dozens of Demon Kings. The five immortals can't reject him, but we only agreed to remain neutral!"
After a long time, an old voice came from the stone wall, "The northeast immortals will not attack Mad Southern Ye, nor will we help him. He won't be able to escape death. I advise you to focus on him."
The woman in white could only sigh when she heard that.
…
Shanzhou.
On top of the huge pagoda, there was a dignified man in a black dragon robe standing with his hands behind his back. He looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Li Mountain. His gaze seemed to have pierced through time.
It was Ying, who had disappeared for a long time.
At that moment, a black dragon flew over from the sky and turned into a man in iron armor. He knelt on one knee and said, "Master, Ye is now surrounded. Should we attack?"
"Attack?"
Ying's dragon robe fluttered in the wind, and his voice was indifferent, "Of course I will attack. If this person can't even deal with a few dozen beasts, I will attack. However, I will let him die in my hands. I will suck the blood of his sacred body and seize his dragon energy!
Moreover, Fengdu is about to be unsealed. It's time to take back what I left behind back then! "
"…"
Time passed in a flash. Ye Chen still had not come out of closed-door cultivation when there was only one day left of the three-day agreement.
On the other hand, Old Wang brought an old man in a purple Daoist robe and a purple-gold crown to Star Group.
Ye Wen looked at the Daoist behind Old Wang warily and said slowly, "My brother is in closed-door cultivation. Why don't you wait?"
"What time is it? He's still in closed-door cultivation." Old Wang was anxious.
"What's the point of going into closed-door cultivation now?"
On the other hand, the Daoist behind him smirked coldly, "Only now do you know how to be anxious? Unfortunately, it's too late!"
At the end of his sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly as he said coldly, "I'll give him another thirty minutes. For the safety of the human race, he must come out. Otherwise, don't blame me for forcefully breaking through!"
Old Wang's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, an extremely cold voice came from behind everyone, "Do you dare to say that again?"
Old Wang and the Daoist immediately turned around.
A young man in white slowly walked over. His cold eyes were fixed on the Daoist.
The Daoist's expression turned grim, "What did you say just now?"
"Do you dare to repeat what you said just now?" Ye Wushuang looked into his eyes without any hesitation.
The Daoist laughed out of extreme anger, "How dare a junior like you speak to me in such a tone? Did I say anything wrong? Many Demon Kings have gathered and are about to march south, but Mad Southern Ye is hiding like a coward in the name of closed-door cultivation … "
"Boom …"
Before he could finish speaking, the originally calm space suddenly trembled violently. Then, an endless Sword Dao will erupted from Ye Wushuang's body.
A giant sword condensed from countless sword qi appeared out of thin air and slashed at the Daoist with the might of lightning.
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