I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Murong Batian was almost scared to death. The Juetian Sword could not kill him, and the ancient divine insect became a tonic. Those scenes occupied Murong Batian's mind.

Murong Batian fled back to the underground ancient city at the fastest speed in his life. In Murong Batian's view, this was the only safe place in the world at the moment.

This is an ancient relic with an extremely powerful formation. It is impossible for outsiders to enter. Moreover, in the ancient relic, there is also the ancient demon ancestor.

As for the Murong family, Murong Batian didn't care at all.

He had no feelings for the Murong family in the first place, and the Murong family was now nothing more than a tool for him and the Ancient Demon Ancestor.

Only when he stepped on the ground of the ruins did Murong Batian feel relieved.

Until this moment, Murong Batian dared to breathe.

"Hoohoo!"

"It's okay!"

"No one is chasing me, no one is chasing me!"

"Finally survived!"

"Now, with two talismans containing the power of destiny, it won't be long before I can make further progress."

"As for the Murong family, let them be destroyed."

Murong Batian felt it and felt that there was no fluctuation in the formation of the ancient city. He did not see Li Yixi chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief with sweat on his forehead.

However, just when Murong Batian breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming. Murong Batian, who was already nervous, was frightened and shuddered all over.

Murong Batian turned around quickly because he felt a cold wind blowing towards his neck.

However, the moment he turned around, even someone as powerful as Murong Batian was frightened and screamed.

Because at this moment behind Murong Batian, there was a figure covered in a black robe, holding a bloody sickle in his hand. The only thing that could be seen was half of a skull-like face.

The cold wind that hit my neck was the breath of this figure.

It's so cold that it's scary.

"what······"

Murong Batian screamed and instantly distanced himself from the black-robed figure.

At this moment, Murong Batian's heart was beating violently, and a faint "dong dong dong" sound could be heard.

Murong Batian had no idea when a man in a black robe holding a sickle appeared behind him, like a soul-catcher from the depths of hell.

The strangest thing was that the black robe covering the other person's body seemed extremely loose and seemed to be extremely ill-fitting.

At the same time, only the skull-like chin could be seen, and the appearance was completely unclear.

The most important thing is that the aura he carries with him is too cold.

There was clearly no sound of wind in this ancient ruined city, but at this moment, there was strangely a sound of wind.

Suddenly, the wind howled.

This made Murong Batian extremely nervous. He even doubted whether he had entered the ancient city.

Everything around him suddenly gave Murong Batian a sense of strangeness.

Moreover, not only did the other party appear silently, but at this moment Murong Batian could not even sense a trace of life or death from him.

The whole figure clearly exists, yet it seems not to exist.

This scene gave Murong Batian a great sense of crisis.

What's more, Murong Batian found that what was even more bizarre was that such a terrifying existence should have a very strong oppressive force, but at this moment Murong Batian found that he could not feel any momentum from the other party's whole body, and the bottom of the black robe was actually floating, an inch above the ground.

That breath was neither like that of a living person nor like that of a dead person.

It gives people an extremely cold feeling.

"You, you, who are you?"

At this moment, Murong Batian was so scared that his legs were shaking.

asked in a panic.

There was no sound from under the black robe.

At this moment, there was a howling wind in the ancient city, which made Murong Batian's pupils shrink suddenly and his whole body felt cold.

"escape!"

"Run! It's too weird, too scary, absolutely don't mess with it!"

"Perhaps, perhaps the Ancient Demon Ancestor knows something!"

Murong Batian was trembling all over.

He did not feel any fluctuations from the formation, and thought that the terrifying existence in the ancient ruins had awakened. He turned around and fled, his body turning into a black light.

Murong Batian didn't want to spend even a moment with this extremely weird-looking man in black robe. After all, the invisible feeling of oppression was too terrifying.

When Murong Batian was fleeing quickly, he found that the black-robed figure was still standing there, without moving and without any breath leaking out.

But Murong Batian was not excited at all. Instead, he felt cold all over.

Murong Batian, who had already escaped far away and wanted to use a formation to separate the two of them, suddenly found that his figure was strangely flying backwards, as if time was flowing backwards.

He suddenly appeared in front of the man in black robe, in the same position as before.

"You, who are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Ancient Demon Ancestor!"

"No bad intentions!"

Murong Batian didn't dare to escape at this moment. His body was shaking, his voice was trembling, and he felt cold all over. But when he thought that there was still the ancient demon ancestor in the ruins, he felt a little relieved and asked with gritted teeth.

The God of Death under the black robe just looked at Murong Batian quietly through the black robe. He felt very unhappy in his heart. He felt that Murong Batian's ancient divine insect had harmed him and even made him think of using the ancient divine insect to kill Li Yixi.

I was thinking about how to kill this guy.

"Humph!"

"Are you playing tricks? Since you don't say anything, then you can't blame me. I am the disciple of the Ancient Demon Ancestor." At this moment, Murong Batian was furious to the extreme. At the same time, he had the idea that when two brave men meet on a narrow road, the braver one will win, and at the same time he sent a message to the Ancient Demon Ancestor.

With a ferocious look on his face, Murong Batian burst out with all his strength, and the magic sword at his waist was unsheathed. It was so fast that it was even impossible to catch with the naked eye.

In the void, lines of law power appeared.

It was obvious that Murong Batian was going all out at this moment, trying to kill or severely injure the opponent.

Under the terrifying sword light, the void seemed to be distorted.

"Ok?"

"Are there any living creatures appearing in the ruins?"

Deep in the ancient city, a big tree appeared at this moment. The next moment, it turned into an old man, suddenly opened his eyes, and then turned into a stream of light and went towards Murong Batian and the God of Death.

Murong Batian's thundering sword headed towards the heart of the God of Death.

However, facing such a terrifying sword, the God of Death seemed to have no sense of it. He stood there quietly thinking, with no intention of blocking it.

"Humph!"

"After all, I, Murong Batian, have reached the Void God Realm. Facing my magical power, you didn't dodge or evade. Then die!"

Murong Batian saw that the magic sword had almost pierced the God of Death, and an extremely cold voice came out of his mouth. However, at this moment, Murong Batian still did not dare to underestimate the God of Death, and the magic sword in his hand became even sharper.