Chapter 817: Fake Spirit Martial Realm

Chapter 817: Fake Spirit Martial Realm

A long-lost baptism?

Ye Chen muttered softly, every sword intent tribulation was a baptism for him.

The purple thunder and red thunder smashed down on Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen's whole body was already covered with blood.

However, Ye Chen remained motionless, his eyes were tightly closed, and the sword intent phantom was suspended in mid-air, allowing the purple thunder to exercise itself.

The more severe the pain, the more scars there were on Ye Chen's body, but Ye Chen knew that this would be the only way to exercise intensively.

Now Ye Chen's strength is no less than that of Jelin and the others, even if Jee Lin and the others turn back into their true bodies, Ye Chen will not be weaker than them.

Looking at the tumbling clouds, Jue Lin and the others looked at the scene in amazement from the initial worry to the current shock, "Can the sword intent tribulation be crossed like this?"

In the tumbling clouds, Ye Chen's body was motionless, and the purple thunder jumped into Ye Chen's body under the pull of the reincarnation technique.

Purple thunder destroyed Ye Chen's body with an incomparably terrifying destructive power, and when he looked at it, Ye Chen was like a cracked porcelain doll, and his whole body was covered with cracks.

The scarlet flesh could be seen through the rift, and it was so shocking to look at.

Time passed through his fingertips like flowing water, and as more and more purple thunder poured into Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen's whole body was filled with a violent aura.

At the same time, the area covered by the catastrophic clouds in the void became smaller and smaller, until a few moments later, the catastrophic clouds dissipated.

In the void, a blood shadow stood proudly, and a breath that was no less than the first layer of Lingwu spread, hitting the surrounding void, stirring up ripples.

"This aura is actually no less than the first level of Lingwu, but the cultivation of the five generations stops at the fake Lingwu realm?"

"At the same time, the condensation level of the five generations of sword intent has surpassed ours, if the sword intent collides with the sword intent, we will inevitably fall below!" Qing Jue added.

Hearing this, the faces of the desperate and others all changed, and looking at Ye Chen's eyes, their respect became stronger and stronger.

This is the five generations of the Moon God, Ye Chen! Heaven and earth aura came to his body, poured into Ye Chen's body, and transformed into the purest true qi, and the fluctuations of true qi on Ye Chen's body became more and more terrifying.

The purple thunder beats, and its surface skin gradually festers, and under the baptism of heaven and earth aura, the festering skin falls off one after another.

A layer of baby-like pink skin spread out on Ye Chen's body, and this snow-like skin was enough to make a woman jealous.

A few moments later, the terrifying coercion on Ye Chen's body disappeared, and at the same time, Ye Chen's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a flash of brilliant sword light flashed by.

Raising his head and looking at the king's cloudless void, Ye Chen muttered softly, "The third baptism is finally over, but I'm looking forward to the fourth baptism!"

With Ye Chen's current sword intent condensation, it was enough to trigger the fourth sword intent tribulation, but Ye Chen was still suppressing this sword intent tribulation, he was waiting, waiting for the generation of sword intent to comprehend ten out of ten, and that was the moment to enter the Spirit Martial Realm.

With a flash of white light, Ye Chen took out his martial robe from the unicorn ring and covered the snow-like skin all over his body.

Standing up, Ye Chen felt the strong true qi in his body and the near-substantial sword intent phantom above his head, and muttered softly: "Even against the ordinary second layer of Lingwu, you can deal with it, there is no need to escape!"

As soon as he heard that the Moon God Prince was a cultivator of the Spirit Martial Realm, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable oppression in his heart, in the Emperor Feng Country, its stage belonged to the Soul Martial Realm, and in the Martial God Continent, its stage belonged to the Spirit Martial Realm.

"However, if the second layer of Lingwu uses the rules, then it will be tricky!" Ye Chen muttered softly, the first layer of Lingwu to the second layer of Lingwu is a qualitative mutation.

Standing up, Ye Chen's eyes lowered slightly, his gaze fell on Qingjue and Jue Lin, the power of that rule, Ye Chen still remembered.

"Comprehend the rules and evolve supernatural powers, this is the strength of Lingwu!" Holding the Qilin Sword suspended beside him, its sword qi surrounded the Qilin Sword, seeing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly: "The quality has improved a lot!"

Seeing that Ye Chen woke up, Jue Lin and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and made a sword salute to Ye Chen in the void, and said respectfully: "I've seen the five generations!"

In Wolong Valley, many Qinglong clansmen also made a sword salute one after another, and said respectfully: "I've seen five generations!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's gaze fell on Qing Jue, and he said lightly, "You are the patriarch of the Qinglong Clan?"

Today's Ye Chen's every move reflects endless coercion, especially the Moon God mark at the center of his eyebrows, which exudes terrifying coercion all the time, from the coercion of the soul.

Hearing this, Qing Jue did not have any arrogant posture that a martial artist in the Spirit Martial Realm should have, and for Ye Chen, Qing Jue did not dare to put on any posture, and whispered: "The patriarch of the Qinglong Clan has never seen five generations!"

"The Erqing Dragon Clan is willing to return to the Sword God Sect!" Seeing this, Ye Chen said lightly, the long ink-like hair behind him fluttering in the wind.

As soon as these words came out, many Qinglong clansmen were excited on their faces, especially those elderly Qinglong clansmen.

Falling leaves return to the roots, the Sword God Gate has always been the root of the four ancient clans, and every generation of the Qinglong clan is looking forward to the day when the Qinglong clan can return to the Sword God Gate.

Although he knew the purpose of Ye Chen and the others coming here, when he stopped hearing this sentence, a trace of excitement also welled up on Qing Jue's face, "The Qinglong Clan is willing to return to the Sword God Sect!"

"Qinglong Clan Qingjue has seen the sect master!" Qing Jue once again gave Ye Chen a sword salute that a disciple should have.

Obviously, this sentence of Qingjie means that the Qinglong Clan has also returned to the Sword God Gate, and for a while, thousands of Qinglong Clan people also performed a sword salute again: "I'll see the sect master!"

The shouts were as loud as thunder, soaring into the sky, Ye Chen looked for prestige, his eyes fell on the Wolong Valley, feeling the thousands of strong and weak breaths, and muttered softly: "What the Absolute Forest said is true, the strength of the Blue Dragon Clan is not as good as the White Tiger Clan!"

"Five generations, please enter the Green Dragon Palace!" suddenly remembered something, and said respectfully.

"Green Dragon Palace?" Ye Chenjian frowned, and the soul power that spread out from it suddenly stopped in front of a magnificent stone hall.

It is said that it is a stone hall, it is better to say that it is a mountain, carved into a mountain of green dragons, and the gate of the stone hall is the open dragon mouth of the green dragon.

Although he had never seen that stone hall, but in the depths of this stone hall, Ye Chen felt a fierce sword intent, this sword intent was even stronger than Qing Jue, "There are other strong people in the Qinglong Clan?"

"Lead the way!" Ye Chen said lightly, while his gaze swept over the face of the Absolute Forest. Jue Lin knew what Qing Jue was going to do when Qinglong mentioned the Qinglong Palace, nodded and whispered: "There are some things, you should go and get them for the fifth generation!"

"Thing!" Ye Chen was slightly stunned and followed closely behind Qing Jue. Under the leadership of Qing Jue, Ye Chen and the others jumped into Wolong Valley, and as soon as they stepped into Wolong Valley, their wind came to their faces.

For these Gangfeng, Ye Chen's just one look was enough to destroy. The Qinglong clan members stood respectfully beside the stone road, their eyes always falling on Ye Chen.

"I've seen five generations!" the deafening sound converged and soared into the sky.

Regarding the cheers of these Qinglong clansmen, Ye Chen nodded lightly and didn't say anything, his figure followed closely behind Qing Jue.

Wolong Valley occupies a huge amount of ground, due to the presence of the wind above the valley, there is not a single snowflake in the valley, and even the valley is covered with green grass, all of which seems to violate the laws of nature.

Bypassing dozens of hidden paths, a few moments later, Ye Chen and the others came to the front of the mountain, no, it should be in front of the Qinglong Palace.

Before stepping into the Green Dragon Palace, Ye Chen and the others stood hundreds of meters away from the Green Dragon Palace, but the coercion that permeated the Green Dragon Hall still made Ye Chen and the others feel oppressed.

The originally calm Qilin Ring shook in vain, and during Ye Chen's Sword Intent Tribulation, the Fire Qilin used the Qilin Ring to collect a lot of purple thunder, and after Ye Chen's Tribulation ended, the Fire Qilin retreated to refine this purple thunder.

However, within a few moments of retreat, the fire qilin woke up again, and its aura fluctuated quite violently.

"What's the matter, there's a problem with refining the purple thunder?" Seeing that the aura of the fire qilin was unstable, Ye Chen asked.

Not only was the fire qilin's breath unstable, but even its mood fluctuated, its eyes locked on the magnificent Qinglong Hall in front of him, and his voice trembled slightly: "Qinglong's old immortal!"

As if in response to the Fire Qilin, a terrifying sword intent erupted in the depths of the Blue Dragon Palace

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