The white hair danced wildly, and the figure of the killing body gradually overlapped with Ye Chen.

And at this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled in vain, and its terrifying momentum exploded on Ye Chen's body.

The surging aura was no less than that of the second layer of the martial arts, and Ye Chen's pitch-black pupils were even more indifferent and ruthless.

This is the ultimate of the Divine Killing Body, but when it is integrated into the Killing Body, the True Qi in Ye Chen's body is also rapidly consumed.

Just one breath consumed about one percent of Ye Chen's true qi, raised his head, Ye Chen looked at the sword light that shot out calmly, the sword finger raised again, and fell slightly: "The fire of heaven and earth, listen to my orders, gather!"

Blending into the body of killing, using the rules of heaven and earth fire, its flames added a little bit of slaughter.

A Vermilion Bird imprint loomed at the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows, the Vermilion Bird Phantom appeared, the high phoenix chirp echoed, and the ten thousand fires of heaven and earth tore apart the void, and a steady stream of bubbles emerged in the spatial cracks.

In a moment's time, heaven and earth became a sea of flames in vain, and the people who were fighting fiercely in the distance had to abandon their opponents and retreat to the side.

The right finger is pointed at the sword, Ye Chen slowly took a step forward, the fire god finger!

The ten thousand fires of heaven and earth were churning in the fingertips, and the terrifying temperature directly evaporated the oncoming chill.

The frozen reincarnation flames churned again, and the flames of heaven and earth turned into Vermilion Bird Phantoms, and the Ten Thousand Vermilion Bird Phantoms fell with Ye Chen's fingertips, slamming into the nine roaring dragon phantoms.

The two collided, the flames and the cold churned, and it was a collision of wills and wills.

The Vermilion Bird Phantom that is integrated into the will of the three moon gods is not weaker than the Jiaolong Phantom of the smoke and dust.

The scorching flames churned, and cracks appeared in vain in the frozen void around them, and at the same time, the figure of the smoke and dust also stopped in vain, and the sword could not surpass half a step.

Yanchen's gaze followed the blade of the sword, and a slender finger landed on the tip of the sword.

Entering Ye Chen's overly young face, Yanchen's heart trembled slightly, and he was shocked to find that his sword weapon and the crystal clear ice on his right arm also gradually melted, and with it, the roaring dragon phantom also dimmed.

"Two breaths!" Ye Chen muttered, a chill flashed in his eyes, and the terrifying physical power exploded, and with a flick of his fingers, the sword fingers flicked into the three moon gods' will and landed on the sword, and the explosion echoed.

The terrifying power spread out along the sword body, directly enveloping the body of the whole afternoon of smoke and dust.

The ice on the sword's body was shattered, and its dragon phantom immediately dissipated, and the smoke and dust of this force shook dizzily.

The Suzaku Phantom that followed was no longer hindered by anything, and it burst in.

Under such a heavy blow, Yanchen's face immediately turned extremely pale, and his body retreated a few steps backwards, and finally collided with the surging spatial wave behind him, and the tumbling blood qi in his body could no longer be suppressed, and it spewed out.

Yanchen raised his head and a frightened look covered his entire face, he didn't expect that Ye Chen's strength would suddenly skyrocket, just the flame inkstone would be so terrifying, Ye Chen condescendingly looked down at the pale Yanchen, a sword weapon oozing cold light appeared in his hand, and in the next moment, Ye Chen turned around suddenly, and the Qilin Sword in his hand waved out.

At the same time, behind Ye Chen, a figure emerged, the Lonely Emperor.

Bang! The two brilliant sword lights collided again, the void roared, the Lonely Emperor's right arm shook in vain, a chill rose in his heart, and he suddenly slapped a palm forward, relying on the force of the recoil, the Lonely Emperor retreated.

The Lonely Emperor retreated dozens of steps in a row, returning to Shanquan and the others, a trace of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth.

In the second An's confrontation, the Lonely Emperor fell below again, and his right Mu was already numb.

At the moment when Ye Chen and the Lonely Emperor clashed, Yanchen suddenly got up, did not draw his sword, but retreated backwards, only when he retreated into the team, the chill in his heart dissipated a few points.

The aura of the killing body dissipated, Ye Chen sighed slightly, and the time of four breaths consumed nearly forty percent of the true qi.

Due to the Lonely Emperor's intervention again, Ye Chen was unable to kill Yanchen, but Ye Chen's strength was imprinted in the depths of everyone's minds.

Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the Hell Martial Artist in the distance again, with a slight chill in his eyes: "It's a pity, more than thirty Martial Dao Realms, if they make a move, they will definitely pay a heavy price!"

The fierce battle in the void also ended, the two sides separated, and the martial artists on the side of the Martial God Continent gathered towards Mu Chen and the others, looking at Ye Chen with some gratitude in their eyes.

These people also knew that if it weren't for Ye Chen's intervention this time, then they would have fallen here today.

"If you join forces with that guy, maybe it will be much easier to bloody these guys?" Ye Chen muttered, his gaze falling on the red leaf forest in the distance.

"But that guy must have noticed the situation here, he didn't interfere before, and he won't interfere now!" Ye Chen shook his head slightly, put away the chill in his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the red leaf forest in the distance: "Let's go!"

There are nearly forty martial arts realms, and there are only more than twenty martial arts realms on Ye Chen's side, and the gap between them is not because of Ye Chen.

Xianxu, Xianluo and the others also knew this truth, and they shrugged helplessly and followed behind Ye Chen.

Leng Feng and the others had a somewhat complicated expression, their eyes swept after Ye Chen and the Lonely Emperor came, and finally followed Ye Chen. When they decided to follow Ye Chen, their position had already been decided.

His face was still pale, and his eyes were gloomy, but he did not stop Ye Chen and the others from leaving, Ye Chen's mysterious strength brought him a kind of deterrence, because of this deterrence, he didn't dare to make a move.

The red leaves were one after another, until the figures of Ye Chen and the others dissipated from sight, and the smoke and dust and the Lonely Emperor were secretly relieved.

Wiping away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, the Lonely Emperor was helpless: "Commanders, you are a little impulsive, it is unwise to offend this person!"

Hearing this, Shanquan and the others were silent for a while, how could they not know that it was unwise to offend Ye Chen here, but Ye Chen's existence was always a threat to Lonely City.

Sensing the expressions of several people, the Lonely Emperor shook his head again, and said faintly: "That kind of person, his eyes are far from being limited to hell, this is not his stage!"

"I'm afraid that the purpose of these people entering Hell is also for this Sword Tomb!" Saying this, the Lonely Emperor glanced at Yanchen meaningfully, he knew that after this incident, he and Qianchuan Xue seemed to have become people from two camps.

Yanchen intervened in the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly embarrassedly: "The plan now is to step into the fifth-layer sword tomb, find the city lords of the four major cities, and inform them of this!" Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, although this Blood Hell Emperor is strong, can he be so strong that he can ignore the four major city lords.

The autumn foliage forest that stretches out rises and falls with the elevation of the terrain.

Ye Chen put away the Qilin Sword and took the lead in walking towards the depths of the Red Leaf Forest, the hillside was undulating, and the dead leaves were flying.

"Five generations, just let those people go like this?" Xianluo asked in a low voice, looking quite unwilling.

Hearing this, Ye Chen stopped his figure and said lightly: "Otherwise?"

"Join forces with us and kill those people at a cost!" Xianluo said in a cold tone.

"Is it worth it?" Ye Chen said lightly, his main purpose in entering the Sword Tomb was to enter the fifth layer of the Sword Tomb and take the true appearance of the Fire Qilin, "At least now is not the time to kill these people!"

After speaking, Ye Chen stopped talking. Hearing this, Xianluo sighed helplessly and stopped making a sound.

The place where the thousand-year-old temple is located is a valley, and those who enter the fourth layer of the sword tomb such as the dragon of life and death call it the valley of red leaves.

Autumn in the valley of red leaves is extremely frost-dyed, and on the slopes of the mountain pass, large areas of bright red, bright yellow, dark purple, light yellow, and dark green colors are blended in between, forming a beautiful picture.

Walking in this valley of red leaves, Ye Chen's mood calmed down again, in the valley, its white mist drifted in the forest, and the flying red leaves loomed.

Ye Chen and the others walked slowly along the secluded path, and despite the pleasant scenery around them, Ye Chen and the others were always vigilant.

Mountain springs flow through the valley of autumn leaves and eventually merge into the lake, where the calm lake is turned red by the autumn leaves.

A thousand-year-old temple stands quietly in the autumn day, surrounded by a lake.

Under the clear autumn light, the ancient temple exudes the eternal vicissitudes of life, surrounded by towers in the blue and light beige autumn days, the Sydney trees are filled with the fragrance of the ages, and the quiet red leaf forest is hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A pillar of sword looming in those towers, the aura of heaven and earth turned around the ancient temple, the calm lake, the crisp spring water, and the autumn wind drew soft ripples. The slender and upright figure bathed in the autumn sun, and the sword weapon oozing cold light spit out the murderous intent in the rippling golden light.

The proud son closed his eyes slightly, and the autumn wind blowing from it messed up his long hair, and his long hair danced wildly.

Several Martial God Hall elders stood respectfully on the edge of the lake a hundred meters away, and the eyes of these Martial God Hall elders all fell on the stone path leading to the red leaf forest in the distance, and after a while, a steady footstep sounded, and this sudden footstep broke the silence around them. The white clothes fluttered, a young man stepped out, and the autumn sun sprinkled on the overly young face, and then, a series of figures emerged behind the young man in white.

"Five generations!" the Martial God Hall elder exhaled lightly, and then headed towards the lake.

"Five generations!" On the surface of the lake, the proud son rarely opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the stone road in the distance, and then nodded: "It has become stronger!"

The arrogant son was able to perceive the monstrous killing intent in Ye Chen's body, as well as the strong true qi that was several points thick, "Evolved a killing supernatural power!"

The figure stopped, Ye Chen also raised his head, met the gaze cast by the arrogant son, and said slowly: "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"There is ambiguity in this sentence, I met a few months ago!, but I didn't expect you to come to the fourth layer of Sword Twilight so quickly, this is a bit unexpected to me!" said lightly, his gaze swept over the life and death dragon behind Ye Chen.

The life and death Jiaolong's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes unnaturally turned to the side, not daring to look directly at the eyes of the proud son.

"I didn't expect that you would also be in the fourth-layer Sword Tomb!" Ye Chen said lightly, his gaze swept over the lake and landed on the ancient temple.

"Have you ever entered this ancient temple?" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his strong soul power spread out, but when the soul power touched the sky above the ancient temple, a soft force blocked it.

"Haven't?" said lightly, the proud man turned around, his eyes also fell on the ancient temple, his figure fell lightly forward, stepped on the ancient road, and walked forward slowly.

In this peaceful autumn day, the proud son has the intention of killing.

With his eyes narrowing slightly, Ye Chen stared at the figure bathed in autumn and muttered, "Killing rules!"

Getting up, Ye Chen also walked towards the ancient temple, stepping on the lake, the calm lake still did not make waves, and Mu Chen and the others followed.

The elders of the Martial God Temple also stood up one after another, following the pace of the arrogant son.

Skimming across the lake, Ye Chen stepped on the ancient road, its eternal pear blossom fragrance came to the face, the red leaves flew, the pear blossoms fluttered, and the thousand-year-old temple appeared more peaceful under the reflection of the two.

The ancient road is not long, only more than 100 meters, when Ye Chen stepped in front of the ancient temple, the proud son was already standing there, raising his head, looking at the plaque in front of the ancient temple.

Compared with the murderous intent on the proud son, Ye Chen did not have a trace of murderous aura on his body, he was extremely peaceful, and his aura was completely integrated into the surrounding flowers, grass, trees, and water.

Raising his head, Ye Chen also looked at the plaque with the vicissitudes of life, which was carved with four quaint characters: Buddha Ferry Reincarnation.

Bang bang! Steady footsteps resounded behind him, Ye Chen didn't turn around, but he knew who was coming.

The Lonely Emperor, Yanchen and the others all glanced at Ye Chen and the others vigilantly, deliberately kept their distance from them, and also stood in front of the ancient temple.

There were nearly seventy martial arts realms in the audience, although everyone deliberately restrained their own aura, but the martial arts coercion of more than seventy realms gathered together was still earth-shattering.

However, the surrounding autumn leaves and pear blossoms were unaffected, and they swept lightly across the void, leaving an elusive trail behind.

The thousand-year-old temple is still very peaceful, and its martial arts power is like a tide, enveloping the entire thousand-year-old temple.

A crisp sound of wooden fish resounded in the ancient temple, and in an instant, this terrifying coercion in the void immediately disappeared.

Most of the martial artists took a step back, their faces were a little pale, but Ye Chen, Jiaozi, and Mu Chen did not retreat.

The snow-like pear blossoms circled in vain on the steps in front of the ancient temple, and when the wind blew, the pear blossoms dissipated again, and a figure floated out.

The green lantern ancient Buddha, the golden light is permeated, the gentle breath is blowing in the face, and the red leaves flying around fall on this phantom shadow, which is a monk with a kind face.

The light of the Buddha was permeated, and the monk said slightly: "Amitabha!"

The gentle gaze swept over the flying pear blossoms, swept over Ye Chen and the others, and finally landed on Ye Chen's body: "Young five generations!"