The spring rain is continuous, and the catkins are flying.

Misty rain and mist shrouded the entire imperial palace, and in the void, the majestic general trend was uncertain.

Ye Chen stood in the courtyard and looked at Mu Chen quietly.

For several days, Mu Chen still hadn't woken up, but the aura on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

"The artistic conception of Sentiment is really special!" the fire qilin appeared behind him and spoke.

"This breakthrough is no problem!" Ye Chen also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect that among the others, it was Brother Mu who was the first to step into the martial arts world." ”

"At the peak of the martial arts realm, you're almost there!" The fire qilin looked at the gloomy sky above and whispered, "The wind and rain are coming!"

"The Demon Temple will not give up so easily, and the next offensive will be even crazier. Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the flickering lights in the house, and said helplessly: "It's just that I didn't expect that Xiao Meng'er would be the reincarnated daughter of this life." ”

"Gongzi Su has already arranged a heavy sword array around the Imperial Palace, plus the prohibition, if the Demon Palace comes again, he will be able to block it alone for a few moments. ”

Looking at the bamboo house, the fire unicorn sighed imperceptibly.

"No matter what Xiao Meng'er was in his previous life, he is my Ye Chen's apprentice in this life!"

"No one can hurt my apprentice, even if that person is the second-generation moon god of the past!"

The cold killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, especially when he looked at the tombstone, this killing intent was even stronger.

"Wushuang has issued a military order, and the armies from all over the country will gather in the imperial capital in a few days!" Regarding the affair between the second generation and the woman, the fire qilin could only smile helplessly.

"If he comes, tens of millions of troops won't be able to stop this person!" Ye Chen shook his head, grabbed the wine jug, took a sip, and said, "Waste Domain Sword Tomb, the second generation's goal is in the Sword Tomb!"

Although far apart. However, Ye Chen sensed a terrifying oppression coming from the direction of the Waste Domain.

"Originally, I wanted to take the guardian to exterminate the remnants of the Sword God Temple, but it seems that this plan is going to change a little!"

"The Waste Domain Sword Tomb cannot be missed!" Ye Chen whispered.

"Martial God Hall Master!" Looking at the rain curtain outside the courtyard, Ye Chen said lightly.

"Here!" a tall figure crushed the stagnant water on the ground and appeared in the courtyard.

"The guardians who came with me this time will be led by you, and you will be fully responsible for the matter of destroying the remnants of the Sword God Temple!"

Ye Chen pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"No!" said Huang Pu cleanly, turning to leave.

"I'm heading to the Wasteland Sword Tomb. Now the Imperial Palace is under your care!" Ye Chen turned around and walked into the courtyard in one step.

"This kid!" the Fire Qilin smiled helplessly, he originally wanted to go to the Wasteland, but the Fire Qilin knew. If no one suppresses the Imperial Palace, the next time the Demon Palace comes to attack, the Imperial Palace will have no power to resist.

It was late at night, and the cold of the rainy night was through the doors and windows. Sneak into the house.

Standing in front of the bed, Ye Chen quietly looked at the second dream that he fell asleep. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"With me here, no one can hurt you!" Ye Chen muttered.

It wasn't until dawn that Ye Chen got up, left the bamboo house, and said goodbye to Lan Gu. Qianchuan Xue and Su Feixuan and others.

The gray sky and the drizzle stopped at some point.

Around the courtyard. Standing full of tall figures, Xiao Fatzi, Gongzi Su and others stood with swords, waiting for Ye Chen.

The battle intent is majestic, straight through the sky! Ye Chen stepped out of the courtyard and smiled slightly. "You've been waiting for a long time!"

Turning around again, Ye Chen glanced at the courtyard behind him. One step forward, like a rainbow, went straight to the end of the sky: "Go!"

The bright sword light tore apart the white mist of the early morning, and the six sword corpses, Xiao Fatzi, Gongzi Su, and the dragon of life and death followed.

"The second generation of the moon god, the third generation of the moon god, the fifth generation of the moon god!"

"Maybe this will be the most powerful era in the Martial God Continent, but it's a pity!" In the courtyard, the fire qilin saw Ye Chen and the others leave, and sighed slightly.

The Wasteland Sword Tomb, the paradise occupied by countless demonic beasts in the past, roared endlessly.

However, for dozens of days, the wasteland fell into a deathly silence.

Dozens of days ago, a huge tide of beasts was staged, no matter how powerful the demonic beasts were, they were all frantically surging towards the outside of the waste domain.

At this time, in the northwest sky of the wasteland, tens of thousands of brilliant sword lights penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Its spatial turbulence was even more surging, pulling the blood mist that filled the void.

A stream of sword light shuttled through the blood mist, and it was a guardian in a golden martial robe and a man in black in the Demon Palace.

Tens of thousands of guardians and hundreds of thousands of black-clothed men fought together, blood flowing, and a sword weapon with a broken handle fell into the sea of corpses and blood.

Mo Xie held a sword, crisscrossing the blood mist, relying on the martial arts realm, as if entering and leaving a no-man's land, shuttling among hundreds of thousands of black-clothed people.

It's just that there are dozens of sword marks on Mo Ye's body, and Mo Ye's bones can be seen in the deepest one.

"Hundreds of thousands of people in black, how many people are in ambush in the Demon Hall in the Wasteland?" Mo Xie's expression was a little solemn, and dozens of days ago, they rushed to the Wasteland.

However, the hundreds of thousands of guardians who originally guarded the Wasteland all fell, and at the same time, the seal of the Wasteland Sword Tomb was torn apart.

Mo Che took most of the guardians into the Sword Tomb, while Mo Xie and many other deacons took some of the guardians to clean up the Demon Temple forces in the waste domain, but they didn't expect that there would be so many Demon Temple disciples ambushed here.

"I don't know what the situation is in the Sword Tomb!" Mo Xie Jian frowned slightly, his right hand flipped over, and a sword was swung backwards, solving the sneak attack of a martial arts realm.

It's just that there is also an extra sword mark behind Mo Xie, and blood is surging.

Kill, kill, kill! The monstrous killing intent filled the sky above, and a terrifying aura suddenly echoed in the body of the man in black, and with a bang, several people in black actually burned their soul power and exploded!

And these men in black were like fuses, and immediately after, thousands of men in black exploded.

Boom, boom, the heavens and the earth roared, and the energy contained in the black-clothed man's body immediately formed an unimaginable impact, which turned into a storm and swept away in all directions in a frenzy.

The black-clothed people around were swept into the storm, their faces did not show panic, and they also exploded, with a choking smell of blood, covering thousands of feet of heaven and earth.

"Crazy!" Mo Ye and the others were all shrouded in this storm, and before the slightly weaker martial artist could react, the terrifying impact wiped out his body, and his soul was involved in this storm, and exploded again.

The roar of heaven and earth echoed, and the spread of this storm caused the void to collapse, and the turbulence surged, smashing down on tens of thousands of guardians.

The dull sound echoed in his body, Mo Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood, the self-explosion of ordinary martial artists was not to be worried, but the self-explosion of martial arts realm martial artists was extremely terrifying.

Kill, kill, kill! The man in black had red eyes and was not afraid of life and death.

"If this continues, even if we destroy the forces of the Demon Palace, we will have to pay a heavy price!" Mo Xie's gaze changed uncertainly, and his sword fingers fell forward one after another, forming a series of prohibitions, trying to stop the spread of this storm.

The terrifying impact tore through the prohibition in one fell swoop, spreading unscrupulously in the heavens and the earth, and even the rules of heaven and earth were involved.

The attack of the guardians of the Jade Emperor Hall was completely suppressed under the sweep of this storm.

"Noise!" A sound of heaven and earth suddenly sounded at the end of heaven and earth, overshadowing the monstrous sound of killing.

The moment this voice sounded, this terrifying storm also stopped in vain, and the rules were dead.

"Five generations!" all the guardians looked excited, this is the voice of the five generations.

Spatial ripples appeared in the void, and a white suit slowly walked out of the void.

Feeling the changes in the Waste Domain, Ye Chen's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and this soul swept out, and in the millions of zhang radius of heaven and earth, the aura of the black-clothed man in his Demon Hall was no less than millions.

Bang bang! The man in black blew himself up again, and the storm that had been stagnant swept out again.

"The Sword God Temple is in chaos and besieging the Ye family, are these just appearances?"

"And these appearances are just for this Waste Domain Sword Tomb, distracting the strength of the Jade Emperor Hall and the Emperor Feng Kingdom, and it is impossible to pay all attention to it. ”

Boom! The terrifying storm was spreading, Ye Chen's eyes were calm, his sword pointed and fell in the void, the heavens and the earth were darkened in vain, and a dark spatial crack appeared in the sky silently