A smile flashed at the corners of Ye Chen's mouth, suppressing the blood and qi tumbling in his body, Ye Chen roared out: "The third!"

The terrifying ** power erupted, and the void where its fist fell immediately collapsed.

Bang bang! Ye Chen took a few steps in succession, and his punch shattered the majestic energy that surged again.

Shattering the energy vortex, Ye Chen's figure jumped in front of the third Arhat, his will exploded, the third punch slammed in, and the afterimage spread out, and finally coincided together.

The fist shadows of the two sides collided in the void, and their earth-shattering roar turned into a rolling sound wave, which pierced the entire world.

The turbulence was surging, and Ye Chen's white clothes were fluttering.

Ye Chen's steps continued to take out, making the heavens and the earth tremble with every step.

Just like before, Ye Chen punched a fist, carrying a devastating momentum, and repelled the rest of the Arhats like a bamboo.

Break through ten thousand laws with one force!Ye Chen's ** is stronger than the arrogant!The void shook, and the golden Buddha light in the sky turned into nothingness under Ye Chen's iron fist.

"What a terrifying ** power!" The Lonely Emperor whispered, in hell, there is no warrior's ** who can compare to this person.

Ye Chen's toughness was once again deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, especially Yanchen and the others, their faces became more and more solemn.

The Buddha's light dissipated, and the eighteen Arhats fell to the bottom of the tower like kites with broken strings.

The sound of chanting in the sky also dissipated, and at this time, the entire ancient temple seemed unusually quiet, and everyone's eyes all fell on the void, the white-clothed fluttering figure.

Blood and qi were surging wildly in his body, Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and suffered dozens of energy impacts one after another, Ye Chen was not comfortable.

The heart-rending pain swept over, Ye Chen turned around, looked at the arrogant son in the distance with a calm expression, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Presumably, he is not comfortable either!"

The red leaves are flying, its Buddha light flows, the figure of the eighteen arhats finally dissipates, and its melodious wooden fish sound resounded in the ancient temple.

The aura of heaven and earth frantically poured into Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen's eyes swept over the smoke and dust and others without a trace.

Yanchen and the others' hearts sank suddenly, always on guard against Ye Chen's sudden move.

"Let's go!" Ye Chen said lightly, taking the lead in walking towards the sword pillar, his right hand raised again, clenched into a fist, and its terrifying thunder flowed in his fingertips.

Bang! Ye Chen directly punched forward, this punch could destroy heaven and earth, let alone a sword pillar.

The sword pillar more than 100 zhang long immediately turned into fragments and sprinkled out, the rubble flew, and the sound of chanting in the sky sounded again, and its sound waves converged together, forming an illusory door, the entrance of the fifth layer of the sword tomb.

Standing under the Illusory Gate, Ye Chen could detect the heat waves coming from within it.

"Fifth Layer Sword Tomb!" "Life and Death Jiaolong muttered, his gaze was a little complicated and looked at Ye Chen, this guy really came to the fifth layer of Sword Tomb safe and sound.

"Fifth Layer Sword Tomb, I hope you don't disappoint me!" Ye Chen's heart condensed slightly, sensing that the fluctuation on the Qilin Ring still existed, he sighed slightly, his body was slightly silent, and then immediately burst out.

Mu Chen and the others followed, and the Illusory Gate devoured the figures of Ye Chen and the others.

The proud son got up, glanced at Yanchen and the others coldly, and also stepped into the illusory door.

"The fifth-layer sword tomb, as long as you find your father and the others, you won't be afraid of these guys!" said with a smile, facing Ye Chen and his arrogant son, he felt aggrieved for no reason.

"Brother Yanchen, the water will not dry up, return to Jianghai!" "The Lonely Emperor Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, sighed slightly, patted Yanchen's shoulder, and said lightly: "Hell is a sub-world, and it is also a part of the Martial God Continent after all!"

"The stage of hell is too small, maybe this is not the stage for us, the Martial God Continent is the stage for us to display our ambitions!"

"Martial God Continent!" Yan Chen muttered, and then sneered: "Maybe that is my stage, and the banners of the Eight Great Cities will one day be planted in the entire Martial God Continent!"

Dozens of sword lights rose up, and finally dissipated into the Illusory Gate.

Buddha ferry reincarnated to hell, red leaves falling, fluttering with the wind. For it, Ye Chen and the others were just passers-by.

"The drop of water does not dry, return to the rivers and seas!" A lingering voice surrounds the world of Buddha ferry, "Ten thousand years, thousands of years, the return of ancient times, the seven sons of Confucianism!"

The fifth-layer sword tomb, on the other side of the ancient world, is like a sea of flames, the steep mountain rocks are filled with flames, and the scorching waves are coming.

The volcano burst out, its boiling fire magma gushing out like a tide, and the rocks melted.

The churning flames were bubbling below, and as soon as Ye Chen's front foot touched the bottom, its heat wave swept wildly, enveloping his whole body.

The ground here is red from the flames, and the temperature is extremely high. Martial artists like Leng Feng had to use their True Qi to resist the heat waves around them, as well as to watch out for the flames that came out from time to time.

The entire void was rendered red by the flames, and clusters of flames appeared above the clouds, thousands of flames, but only one cluster of flames was the most weird, purple flames, circulating in the ten thousand flames.

Where its purple flames streaked, the void must have stirred up a ripple.

The proud son opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the cluster of purple flames from afar, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen took a step forward, and the flames in his entire void trembled in vain, looking extremely happy.

Opening his eyes, Ye Chen's right hand was propped up, and the flames around him frantically condensed towards his palm, transforming into a fire lotus, but this terrifying flame became extremely docile in Ye Chen's hands.

Staring at this fire lotus, the Vermilion Bird mark at the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows gradually emerged: "Vermilion Bird Fire?"

"No, it's more terrifying than the Vermilion Bird Fire!" The flames were circulating in his fingertips, and Ye Chen could even detect the trembling of the blood veins in his body, and in this cluster of flames, he felt a familiar aura, the breath of the Fire Qilin.

"Qilin's Origin Fire!" said lightly, his gaze falling on the fire lotus in Ye Chen's palm.

"Qilin Origin Fire?" Ye Chen had never seen it, he had only seen the Fire Qilin Pointing at the Vermilion Bird Fire.

"Only by possessing the Qilin True Body can you control the Qilin Origin Fire!" As if seeing Ye Chen's doubts, the proud son wrote lightly.

Hearing this, Ye Chen dispersed the fire lotus in his hand, stared at the proud son, and then chuckled, proud son, this person not only knows the existence of the will of the moon god, but also knows the so-called Qilin Origin Fire, who is he?

Ignoring Ye Chen's gaze, the proud son raised his eyes slightly, looked at the dancing flames in the distance, raised his steps, and walked, and the flames dancing around him retreated one after another.

The martial artist of the Martial God Temple gave a slight sword salute to Ye Chen, got up, and followed closely behind the proud son.

It wasn't until the figures of the arrogant son and the others were swallowed up by the sea of fire that Ye Chen retracted his gaze: "The Moon God Prince, the Martial God Proud Son, these two are by no means as simple as the disciples of the three major halls!"

Bang bang! The figures of the Lonely Emperor and Yanchen and others also appeared, looking at the churning sea of fire around them, a trace of surprise flashed on their faces.

Yanchen and the others deliberately kept their distance from Ye Chen, looking a little jealous.

The flames were churning, and the Lonely Emperor and Yanchen and the others chose to leave without saying a word.

Seeing Yanchen and the others leaving, the other martial artists of the Martial God Continent were all secretly relieved, and they also said goodbye to Ye Chen one after another, and in this fifth-layer sword tomb, they also sensed the breath of some of their fellow sects.

Ye Chen nodded, not caring at all about the departure of these people.

After the martial artists of the Martial God Continent left, Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his strong soul power swept out, sweeping over the boundless flames, this was the world of flames, in Ye Chen's perception, there were flames everywhere.

Suddenly, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at Mu Chen, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"This guy is here too!" Ye Chen chuckled, and a slightly obese figure couldn't help but appear in front of him, as well as the harmless smiling face of humans and animals.

"It's indeed a bit unexpected!" Mu Chen's mouth also had a rare hint of a smile.

Fat man, Xiao fat man, Ye Chen didn't expect to detect his aura in the fifth layer of the sword tomb, although these aura became extremely weak under the scorching flames.

"It's not difficult to find this guy by following the residual breath of this guy!" Ye Chen said softly, turned around, looked in the direction of the northwest, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger: "Not only the fat man, but also the breath of depression, flowing leaves, land pressure, Jian Xue and others!"

"I didn't expect these people to gather together!" Ye Chen had already found the three major ancient clans, Mu Chen and others, except for the fat man and several disciples of the Sword God Sect.

"Whoever I bring in, I will definitely bring back!" This is Ye Chen's insistence and his principle.

Ye Chen closed his eyes again, but his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his soul power spread along the residual breath of the fat man, Ye Chen found that the breath of the fat man and the others was a little short and unstable.

A piercing chill permeated Ye Chen's body, and the flames that danced around him trembled with it.

"Hunted down!" Ye Chen whispered, suddenly opening his eyes, and his figure immediately burst out.

Mu Chen's face changed slightly, and he followed behind Ye Chen without saying a word. Although Xianxu and the others didn't know what was happening, they also noticed the murderous intent that Ye Chen had revealed earlier, and they followed behind Ye Chen with solemn faces.

In the fifth layer of the sword tomb, the mountains and rocks are all red, and its flames rise from time to time.

A steep mountain stream is lined with strangely shaped rocks, and hot magma flows between the rocks, and hot steam rises from it.

A wave of heat swept through the entire void, and from a distance, the void was somewhat blurry, and its scenery seemed to be distorted.

The air in the void was extremely dry, and the sparks splashing below fell on it and even caused sparks.

Several figures stood on top of the mountain rocks, and the magma flowed below, and Xiao Fatzi held the Proud World Sword, looking at the sky with a somewhat indifferent expression.

Behind Xiao Fatzi stood Landing Pressure, Depression, Liuye, Jian Xue, a Jade Emperor Hall martial artist, and two sect elders of the Martial God Continent.

Compared to the warriors of the Jade Emperor Hall and the others, the faces of the three of Lu Jian were a little pale, and the flames that permeated them brought them tremendous oppression.

In the sky above, the flames were filled, and several figures stood in the sea of fire, led by Murong Yu, the master of the Sword God Temple, and several elders of the Sword God Temple.

Above the void, Murong Yu looked at Xiao Fatzi below with an indifferent expression, and said coldly: "Xiao Ziyun, just tie your hands!"

"And resist and fall, it's better to obediently go with this seat!" The will of martial arts permeated Murong Yu's body, and his voice was as loud as thunder, stirring up spatial ripples.

"Captured!" Xiao Fatty's indifferent gaze swept through the void, and finally glanced at Murong Yu, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his slightly pale face, and his indifferent voice echoed above the mountain stream: "The dignified Sword God Hall Master, his position as the Hall Master was silently elevated by other forces, and now he is even more cheeky to give it to others?" Murong Yu, the dignity of the Sword God Hall Lord is so unbearable?"

"Surrendering to foreign enemies, you have given the Sword God Temple a lot of face!" Xiao Fatzi's tone was even more sarcastic, and his eyes stared coldly at the Sword God Hall elders behind Murong Yu and a martial artist of a mysterious force.

Hearing this, the corners of Murong Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and the chill in his eyes suddenly burst out: "There are some things that you don't understand!"

"With your strength, you can't get rid of this seat's pursuit, this seat promises, as long as you follow me, this seat will not chase and kill those people behind you!" An astonishing chill permeated Murong Yu's body, and the churning flames around him immediately stopped, and the fire became much smaller. Ripples spread out with Murong Yu as the center, the domain, Murong Yu's martial arts domain.

"This seat is too lazy to talk nonsense, since you want to suffer from the crime, then this seat will capture you back!" As Murong Yu's last word fell, his endless sword qi conjured out in the void, tearing apart the flames around him.

At the same time, Murong Yu took a step forward, his sleeve robe waved out, and in the field, the endless sword qi immediately transformed into a series of sword shadows, and the sword shadows trembled violently, and with a bang, they shot out overwhelmingly, and there were tens of thousands of sword shadows, which were extremely dense, and the void within a radius of more than 100 zhang was shrouded.

Looking at the sword shadow that shattered the void and swept over, Xiao Fatzi's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his Murong Yu's martial arts will fell on him like a mountain, the martial arts will at the peak of the second layer of the martial arts was extremely strong, and the surrounding void was even imprisoned, although it was not as domineering as the forbidden divine power. A martial will is circulating in Xiao Fatzi's body, and this martial will is not the will of the moon god of the three generations, but Xiao Fatzi's own martial will.

Lu Quan and the others' faces were extremely pale, and the coercion of the Martial Dao Realm was definitely not something that the Soul Martial Realm could bear.

Martial Dao Realm! In the midst of his will, Xiao Fatzi took a step forward, and his strong true qi surged out, and Xiao Fatzi blocked a lot of coercion for Lu Pressure and others.

Even so, the figures of Xiao Fatzi and the others were still exposed to the endless shadow of the sword