A faint sigh came from the void, and this sigh seemed to be mixed with helplessness, as if it was vicissitudes.

Suddenly, there were heavy clouds of vitality on the ground, with boundless coercion, sweeping all over the world.

The clouds seemed to stir the heavens and the earth, and then a dazzling light rose from the depths of the Zigai Mountain, making the heavens and the earth transparent.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, a figure sat among the clouds, and he sat there, like a god, refining and self-opening, and the visions were frequent.

It was this seemingly ordinary figure, but it made everyone present feel a terrifying power.

He is the ancestor of Zigai Mountain-Ziqingcang!

It is also the only saint left in this Kunlun Ruins since the catastrophe five hundred years ago, if it weren't for Ye Chen's continuous destruction of the Five Supreme Sects, I'm afraid that he would still not know that there is such an existence.

"Is this the power of a saint?"

Countless people breathe to a halt.

But Ye Chen's expression did not move, his figure flickered, and he stepped into the clouds, looking at the figure a hundred feet away.

The figure, dressed in white, looked like a boy of only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he had white hair, wrinkles, and deep eyes, as if he had penetrated the world.

"Fellow Daoist, you really came!"

Zi Qingcang's eyes showed a deep look of helplessness, and then said, "I know why you came!"

"Do you know why I'm here?"

Ye Chen was slightly stunned, and then suddenly said: "Since you know why I came, you still dare to show up to fight me?" Is it possible, do you think that even if you are injured, Ye will not be able to kill you?!!

"After this battle, I will give you an explanation!" Zi Qingcang sighed lightly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face became even more.

"In that case, let's fight!!"

Ye Chen stepped on the heaven and earth and blasted away with a punch.

His terrifying fist power shook all the clouds in all directions, and with the flash of his figure, it was like an airplane flying by, bringing out a white horse that was a hundred feet long.

There was a strong man on the ground who was shocked: "The power of the flesh, Ye Nanfang actually fought with the old saint with only the power of the flesh?!!"

"You see, Ye Nan's body is crystal clear, could it be that he has become holy in the flesh?" I don't know who exclaimed.

Everyone took a closer look, and saw that Ye Chen's body was red and golden, and there was a divine glow surging all over his body, and they couldn't help but show a shocked look on their faces.

"It's kind of interesting!"

And the black-robed man on the chariot a hundred miles away opened his eyes: "This kind of flesh is comparable to the Holy Body!"

"What? Eucharist ?!!"

And the majesty of the four drought rays beside him did not change color: "Lord, wasn't the Holy Sacrament destroyed by the Nine Families back then?"

"This person may be the only Eucharist left back then!"

The black dragon-robed man's eyes moved slightly, as if he had penetrated the void: "It's just that why haven't I felt the familiar aura from this person? Could it be that it is the consciousness born from the dead holy body?"

......

Seeing Ye Chen coming directly with such a punch, Zi Qingcang was not in a hurry, his arm reached out, and he grabbed it in the air.

The next moment, the endless yuan power turned into a brilliant sword shadow in his hand, directly facing Ye Chen's punch.

"Boom ......"

The two collided abruptly.

Ye Chen's golden fist shook the void, extremely fast, hitting the brilliant sword shadow, and the sound shook for dozens of miles.

"What a strong physical !!"

Seeing this scene, many people gasped in unison.

Carry the sword of the saint with your flesh!

This was something they had never seen before, and they didn't dare to think about it.

And even if it was Zi Qingcang, he frowned, he didn't expect Ye Chen's physical body to be so strong.

Like the sword he just had, any supreme giant would die instantly as long as it was lightly rubbed.

"Buzz!"

Zi Qingcang's figure flashed, and he retreated dozens of feet, and then with a wave of his sleeve robe, a big black palm fell from the air, and the black pressed a piece, as if the sky was destroyed.

"Boom ......"

Ye Chen shot again, turning into a dazzling beam of light and shooting away, the golden fist smashed the void into pieces, and there was a violent sound.

"Boom ......"

Everyone only felt a tingling pain in their ears, as if a thunderclap exploded.

Then I saw that there was a golden energy in the air and a black energy intersected, and the energy fluctuations that erupted swept around like a tide.

"Bang ......"

The aftermath that escaped only caused the Purple Gai Peak to be cut in two, and the giant peak broke off, smashing the ground into a sinkhole.

"It's horrible, it's horrible!"

Someone muttered to themselves, and they didn't know if they were saying that Zi Qingcang, a saint, was terrifying, or that Ye Chen was able to fight Zi Qingcang to such a point.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zi Qingcang coughed softly, his face became a little pale, before this, he had been seriously injured by the Corpse King, and now he forcibly fought with Ye Chen, which consumed too much.

"The old saint vomited blood?"

"Oh my God, how can this be ?!!"

However, the people on the ground didn't imagine it like this, and some people thought that he was injured by Ye Chen.

In the face of such gossip, Zi Qingcang grabbed the broken and fallen Zigai Peak in the depths of the ground with one hand.

The giant peak that is more than 20 zhang high is forcibly sucked into the air by it, like a big mountain across the sky, majestic and majestic, covering the sky and the sun.

Zi Qingcang snorted lightly: "Town!"

"Boom!"

Dayue descended from the sky, turned the world upside down, and directly suppressed Ye Chen, as if he locked Ye Chen's figure.

All of them are artificially discolored.

And after Ye Chen let out a long roar, his eyes were blazing, and his body rushed forward, let you have thousands of magical powers, I will break it with one punch!

The golden fist is like a small sun that swallows fire, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

"Boom ......"

The second confrontation between the two shattered all the space on the spot, and the energy fluctuations that erupted were extremely violent, like a tsunami.

"Click......

After all, the upper peak still couldn't withstand his punch, and first cracked a corner, and then made a deafening sound, shattering in response to the sound, turning into stones scattered in all directions.

The next moment!

Ye Chen approached with a domineering attack, causing the air to roar, and every step he took, the void collapsed.

Zi Qingcang's complexion changed slightly, and then he pinched the big handprint in his hand, turning it into an illusory golden shield on his chest.

"Bang ......"

Ye Chen's divine power was monstrous, his blood was surging, he split the sky with his bare hands, and slammed his fist on the golden shield.

I saw that the golden shield split a gap in it, and then shattered, and the rest of the fist fell on Zi Qingcang's body with great accuracy.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zi Qingcang's figure regressed again and again, and after all, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

His face became even older, and a hint of vicissitudes flashed in the depths of his deep eyes: "Defeated, I am defeated......"

As soon as these words came out, heaven and earth were silent!