Xiuxian: I really don’t want to be a bootlicker!.

He had just come out of retreat, and his face was a little pale at the moment, but he did not look pitiful. Instead, he made people feel more eager to conquer the ancestor.

Then I curiously asked the two of them for details.

After all, there were too many changes before, and there was no time to explain in detail.

The master and the grandmaster talked at once about the changes that had taken place in their Tianyu Sect because of Ye Chen.

When the ancestor heard this, her beautiful eyes sparkled and she couldn't help swallowing.

"Does the heir of the Heavenly Emperor really have enough capital to satisfy the perfect transformation of all three of you at once?"

"And after finishing the job, you don't even need to rest, you just go into seclusion and break through?"

"How could there be such a terrifying male cultivator in this world? It's unbelievable."

Both Master and Grandmaster nodded in agreement.

Even though both of them had experienced that kind of satisfaction, it was Ye Chen who had experienced it personally.

But looking back on it now, it seems incredible.

The master was really moved.

He has been trapped in the realm of Saint King for three thousand years.

The deadline has arrived.

If she had the chance, she would also like to test Ye Chen's background to see if it was really that terrifying.

But then, a hint of sadness appeared on the master's face.

Ye Chen just nodded to himself and said thank you.

Since then, I have been following Fan Qinghe.

Obviously, Ye Chen was not interested in himself.

After all, I am a 6,000-year-old old aunt.

How can he compare to Qinghe, a young man who is only over a hundred years old.

Seeing the gloomy look on the master's face.

The master also felt a little distressed, recalling the warm scenes of being raised by the master when he was a child.

The Grandmaster whispered, "Master, don't be upset. The Heavenly Emperor's descendants cultivate at an astonishing speed."

"Perhaps within a hundred years at most, I can reach the realm of Saint King."

"Qinghe is soft-hearted. You just need to beg Qinghe and let Qinghe beg Ye Chen."

"Given Ye Chen's love for Qing He, he will definitely make room for you among the lost ones."

Upon hearing this, the master slapped his disciple on the back in anger.

"What are you talking about? As the ancestor of Tianyu, how can I covet my disciple's protector? If this gets out, people will laugh at me."

"The most important thing is, even if Qinghe is kind-hearted and the heir of the Heavenly Emperor doesn't despise an old antique like me, I don't have a chance..."

"This time out of seclusion, my vitality is fading faster."

"In three years at most, I will be completely gone..."

At the end of the speech, the master seemed a little sad.

I finally saw hope, but I couldn't wait any longer.

It’s really fate that plays a trick on people.

Maybe, this is fate.

When Master, Grandmaster and others heard this, they showed distressed expressions on their faces.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the treasure that prolongs life is the most precious.

After the era of the Heavenly Emperor, the immortal roots disappeared one by one in the long river of history.

Things that can prolong life are becoming increasingly rare.

There may still be some in the top sects, but they are all cherished.

Outsiders can't get it at all.

There is really no answer to the question of the founder's life span.

For a moment, the women fell silent.

Fan Qinghe was listening while condensing the Wild Seal.

She has no feelings for the ancestor.

But when the sect was in trouble, the founder came out of seclusion without hesitation, regardless of the deadline, and she didn't want the founder to die.

Fan Qinghe felt that Ye Chen might have something that could prolong his life.

But then Fan Qinghe shook his head in his heart.

How could I be so shameless?

I have already received so much from Ye Chen, I can’t ask for more!

I can't rely on Ye Chen's love for me.

He was unscrupulous towards Ye Chen.

Otherwise, Fan Qinghe was very worried that no matter how deep the love was, it would be consumed by himself.

……

Ye Chen came to the sky.

Six people were captured.

Fang Baiyu called Ye Chen over to ask him what he thought about how to deal with the six people.

Ye Chen had no objection to this and said that he would follow the Holy Lord's orders in everything.

Just looking at the Saint Queen, a bold idea came to his mind.

If I give this Saint Princess to Fan Qinghe as a gift a week later.

Will it be possible to crit something?

If it's a maximum critical hit, can it at least produce a quasi-immortal?

Ye Chen felt it was unlikely, but he wanted to try...

It’s free to try anyway.

Besides, he had originally intended to give it to Fan Qinghe to protect the Tianyu Sect.

The Tianyu Sect is really important to me.

So Ye Chen spoke up and wanted to take down the female cultivator Saint King.

Hearing this, Fang Baiyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the still youthful face of the Saint King.

A little unexpected, but not too unexpected.

Fang Baiyu has become accustomed to Ye Chen's increasingly strong taste.

From the human race to all races, from the younger generation to the older generation, and the older generation.

Now, if I want to have a taste of the ancestor level, there is nothing wrong with it.

Just don’t fall for men in the future.

So Fang Baiyu just asked: "Do you need a method of enslavement? I have one here, but it requires a very high level of soul strength."

Ye Chen shook his head, indicating that he did.

When the Saint King heard this, he felt extremely humiliated.

How could a Saint King like me be enslaved?

And it’s a junior like Ye Chen.

If he falls into Ye Chen's hands, his reputation will be ruined.

But she also knew that if she did not agree, she would surely die.

Besides, she came here to kill Ye Chen, so naturally she knew something about this young man.

Ye Chen is very generous to his women.

He was even willing to give away the Holy Spirit Root.

Moreover, Ye Chen must have control over the Heavenly Emperor's treasure trove and countless resources.

This may be my chance.

There is hope for breakthroughs to higher levels in the future.

Thinking of this, the Saint King's emotions changed, humiliation and anticipation mixed together, and his pretty face flushed a little...

……

"Then kill the rest!"

"When the time comes, we'll take their bodies to their respective holy places and have a proper talk. If they broke the rules, they'll have to pay compensation."

Fang Baiyu made the decision without any mercy.

Kill them all.

To avoid future troubles.

Ye Chen naturally had no objection and even took the initiative to do it.

He opened the entrance to the cave and began to throw the imprisoned monks into the cave one by one.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot absorbs the essence, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner collects souls.

After a set of processes, only the physical body remains and then spits out the cave.

high speed.

Apart from the female monk, soon only the last one was left.

That person was also a Saint King, but his expression was particularly grim. He gloomily threatened, "Although this incident was caused by us, the heir of the Heavenly Emperor is unharmed. You have vented your anger, so let's end it here!"

"If anything happens to me, you will regret it for the rest of your lives. The entire Tianyan Holy Land, including the Tiandi Palace, will be uprooted..."

Ye Chen was happily harvesting.

Hearing this, he looked over with some curiosity.

I want to know which force this person belongs to, why he is so arrogant?