Chapter 163 Three Mountains and Five Ridges Yancheng

Facing this level of attack, no matter who it is, there is only one way to die!

Unless one's strength reaches an incredible level, and one can resist hundreds of holy artifacts with just means, one can only seize a glimmer of hope in this encirclement. There is no other way.

"Who are you, who are you!"

Under the surging of various air waves, Xu Wenjun was almost completely submerged.

In his pupils, a scarlet color bloomed, and he tried his best to escape from this place.

What inheritance, what sword, in front of life, are all empty!

Even life is gone, how can there be leisure to care about other things?

As for those practitioners who were surrounded, he couldn't care, and he couldn't care.

"Sir, don't... don't abandon us!"

Those practitioners were all scared to death.

Some people noticed something was wrong early, and when they saw the magic weapon approaching, they fled out desperately.

This group of people are undoubtedly lucky. They don't need to face the suppression of holy artifacts. They only need to resist the attacks of those mysterious artifacts on the periphery. Although they are seriously injured and embarrassed, they can finally save their lives.

However, most of the practitioners followed Xu Wenjun.

They were in the center.

Hundreds of holy artifacts were mighty and overwhelming.

Especially the Longquan Sword in Ye Chen's hand, which was surrounded by dozens of dragon spirits, and together they burst out with terrifying evil spirits. How many lives did they have to kill to form such an exaggerated aura?

Under the effect of the dragon spirit, hundreds of holy artifacts burst out with a roar, crushing the void again.

Mighty and immortal!

Clang! Snap! Boom!

All kinds of sounds entered the ears.

In the field, disciples were constantly crushed and their flesh and blood burst.

The entire God Weapon Cemetery became a Shura field, and the bloody smell was wafting.

Several practitioners tried their best to escape to the edge of the God Weapon Cemetery. Just when they thought they were saved, a large tripod fell from the sky with a dull sound.

They were crushed without even a scream.

Miserable, massacre!

Ye Chen looked at all this with a cold expression.

He had no mercy in his heart.

That was to say, he had this backhand, but what if he didn't?

The arbitrator came in person, what was his intention, nothing more than to kill him and take away the inheritance.

Since you want to rob, you must be prepared to die on the spot!

"I don't want to die!"

In desperation, Xu Wenjun burst out with infinite survival consciousness. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which turned into cold flames burning around his body, and then his body became much taller, like a god, raising his hand to hit.

The overwhelming air waves rose and fell one after another.

A giant flaming hand stretched out, covering the sky and the earth, surging extraordinary.

He wanted to use this move to force his way through the holy artifacts!

Clang!

Several holy artifacts were pushed aside by this hand, the sound shook the sky, and the void trembled.

Xu Wenjun was overjoyed, thinking that he had caught the tail of hope, and then he made a series of moves, and the flame palm prints burst out from his body and hit the void in all directions, constantly breaking the sky and making a deafening sound.

"Ah, sir, save me!"

"Save me!"

Some screams echoed in his ears.

Xu Wenjun looked nervous and calm, so he didn't have the leisure to pay attention to others.

What does it have to do with him whether others live or die?

"Open... open!"

Xu Wenjun was very excited. Under his continuous palm print bombardment, the artifacts in the void in front were finally all shaken away. After the fog, a ray of light appeared, exuding the breath of life.

His figure rose from the ground and fled outside at the fastest speed in his life.

Escape! Escape! Escape!

This was his only remaining thought at the moment!

Bang!

A huge hammer came at a high speed.

Xu Wenjun was horrified. He was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by the hammer, flying backwards.

All the bones in his chest were cracked.

All the protective spiritual energy was shattered.

Let alone continuing to fight, even if he moved a little, he was sweating all over.

The spiritual energy in his body was running out and there was already a trend of not being able to supply it.

Xu Wenjun's face was pale and his eyes were desperate.

As the saying goes, the first blow is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

After several consecutive attacks, he failed to break out of the God Weapon Cemetery. Where would he have a chance next?

Swish!

A sword with golden light was sent into Xu Wenjun's heart.

The figure of the young man gradually emerged in the mist.

"You..."

Xu Wenjun's pupils were filled with hatred and unwillingness.

But soon, he was completely silent.

A master of the Saint Realm who had killed three times died!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The various magic weapons combined together to form a terrifying storm, sweeping mercilessly between heaven and earth.

Finally, when the last figure was killed in the Divine Weapon Cemetery, everything returned to calm.

The Longquan Sword gathered its golden light and was quietly held in Ye Chen's hand.

The dragon pattern carved on it was not as sharp as it was at the beginning.

Looking at the blood rain, Ye Chen looked normal.

It's a pity that a few people ran fast and couldn't keep them!

"Chen...Brother Chen, this is too fierce, right?"

Xu Ran carefully poked his head out from behind a statue.

This scene really refreshed all his cognition.

With his own strength, he could control everything in the world and all the magic weapons. This made Xu Ran feel uneasy.

"Let's go."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the distant sky.

Among the people who escaped earlier, there seemed to be Cheng Liang and Situ Lie. These two seemed to be righteous, but in fact they were more slippery than anyone else. They ran away immediately when they saw something wrong, without hesitation for a quarter of an hour.

It was this decisiveness that allowed them to avoid the siege of the holy artifacts.

The few people who escaped were all seriously injured, extremely miserable, and dying.

Under the guidance of the mysterious woman in the tripod, Ye Chen found the teleportation formation in a cave less than half an hour away from the tomb of the magic weapons.

This teleportation formation was obviously unknown to anyone, and the energy contained in it was very rich.

Even a master of the holy realm could teleport back and forth several times.

The three of them stepped into the magic formation together, the light was rich, and the next moment they opened their eyes, they had already arrived outside the ancient battlefield.

"Where is this?"

After Ye Chen walked out, his eyes swept around.

There are peaks and hills everywhere, which doesn't seem to be in the territory of Xiaoyue Dynasty.

"This place is the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, very close to Shenwu Sect."

The woman said.

Ye Chen: "..."

Is there no formation to teleport back to Xiaoyue Dynasty? Why did you come to the Three Mountains and Five Ridges?

After all, there is a vast territory between the Three Mountains and Five Ridges and Xiaoyue Dynasty. Even if it is a very fast flying magic weapon, it will take more than ten days to cross.

Most practitioners will never leave the place where they were born and raised in their lifetime.

Only those with strong strength or strong financial resources can go back and forth between the two places at will.

As if seeing Ye Chen's thoughts, the woman snorted coldly, "It's good to be able to come out. The entrances to this ancient battlefield of the holy realm were all over the northern state, but as time goes by, there are only a few left."

"It seems that I can only return to Xiaoyue Dynasty through the teleportation formation."

Ye Chen sighed. It was a pity that he actually came to the vicinity of Shenwu Sect.

I just killed all their people in the formation!

"Let's go, find the largest city nearby, and rush back to Xiaoyue Dynasty through the teleportation formation."

Ye Chen flew up and scanned the surrounding mountains.

It is indeed a place of mountains and five ridges. At a glance, all the mountains are towering into the clouds.

Many cities are built beside the mountains.

"Well, to teleport from here to Xiaoyue Dynasty, each person needs at least 20 medium-grade spirit stones."

Xu Ran coughed dryly and tried to ask, "Brother Chen, I can't take out so many at once, otherwise you can give me a cushion first, and I will pay you back when I return to Xiaoyue Dynasty?"

Ye Chen glared, "Do you think I look like someone who can take out 20 medium-grade spirit stones?"

"Brother, I have some here."

Xu Jiaqi smiled obediently, tilted her head, very cute.

Just like this, the three flew over the mountains and rushed towards the big city ahead.

This city is called Yancheng, which is the largest and most prosperous city within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.

Now this city is bustling with people coming and going.

As Ye Chen was walking, he suddenly noticed that the space inside the cauldron was shaking violently.

Then, the mysterious woman spoke, "I sensed the existence of Dao Ze, it's very close, in this city!"

"Dao Ze?"

Ye Chen was overjoyed, "Where is it?"

"The source of the breath is just a thousand meters ahead!"

Ye Chen looked forward in the direction the woman said.

A thousand meters away was a huge guild hall, crowded with people.

Many people in noble clothes were standing in front of the door to welcome guests.

Above the guild hall, there was a plaque with five big characters on it - "Alchemist Competition"!