Chaos Emperor System

In the distance, several figures are constantly approaching, and the leader is Longyang Sanren.

At this time, Longyang Sanren was still a little depressed. I thought that there was no blockage from Ye Sangao. It should be easy to kill Monk Jinguang at this moment. I never thought that Monk Jinguang broke through the barrier forcibly and punched him. Boom Fei.

After a lot of killings, he ran away.

Longyang Sanren led people to chase him, and it happened to meet the crutches and beggars.

Monk Jinguang glared wide, looking at the crowd staring at him, Ye Hao behind him obviously also noticed the monk Jinguang's disorder, so he looked worried.

If Monk Jinguang was allowed to leave the customs normally, then these people in front of them would definitely not be their opponents.

But at this moment, the Jinguang monk is forced to leave the customs, and they are affected by the backlash, so they may even have some extravagant hopes of being alive.

Long Yangsan shouted and said: "Now it's so good to see how you two can escape again, today you will die!"

The beggar on crutches was also a little impatient, and said: "It doesn't matter, you can go to **** and talk to the Lord Yan, anyway, I am more keen to kill you than the power of the stars!"

Ye Hao sighed helplessly, with grief and anger, his face turned upward.

Suddenly saw a vortex slowly forming above the sky, I couldn't help but exclaimed: "What is that?"

Long Yang Sanren sneered: "This is a trick of how many years ago, and it is interesting to use it to deceive others?"

The beggar on crutches also sneered.

Monk Jin Guang raised his head, showing a surprised expression.

Seeing this, the beggar on crutches raised his head half-believably, but he didn't want to look up and couldn't look away anymore.

I saw above the sky, a black whirlpool had taken shape, accompanied by amazing spiritual power.

Long Yang was puzzled and laughed angrily: "Little beggar, how come you are..."

Before he finished speaking, he was also attracted by the giant vortex above the sky, not only the four of them, but also the others. When everyone was deeply attracted by the vortex, Ye Hao unexpectedly floated involuntarily.

Then came Jinguang monk, crutches and beggars, Longyang Sanren and others.

Ye Hao looked at the ground, a little at a loss, because he couldn't control his body, feeling that the vortex was sucking him and moving upward.

The speed of movement is getting faster and faster, and when Ye Hao's whole body is about to turn into a streamer and fly into the vortex, a shining golden palm rests on his ankle, and the two of them flew into the vortex as a streamer. in.

Afterwards, the others turned into streamers and flew into the vortex.

The south of the whole pharmacy returned to peace.

West of the Medicine Garden.

No one dared to approach the white-clothed swordsman who exuded a strong sword intent. Didn't you see that two eleventh-order cultivators of the spirit emperor who did not know how to live and die just approached, and were sacked by that biting sword intent?

This sword intent can eat people!

When everyone was in a stalemate, the swordsman in white looked at the top of his head with feeling, only to see a huge vortex slowly forming.

The eyes of the others could not help being attracted by this vortex.

Then the swordsman in white involuntarily turned into a streamer and rushed into the whirlpool, followed by others.

The west of the medicine garden also returned to peace.

Outside the tomb, the four stone gates also closed suddenly, and the stone lions returned to their original positions.

Those who had not had time to try were wrapped in an inexplicable spiritual power and thrown into the river. The tomb of Emperor Xingyue was completely closed, and no one was able to enter.

In a magnificent palace, three people lay on the red floor tiles.

One was braved of golden light, one was dressed in a white robe, and the other was dressed in black.

After a long while, the young man dressed in black took the lead to sober up. He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, stood up in silence, and saw the two people beside him with a casual glance.

"This is the Jinguang monk and the white swordsman? Where is this place?"

Ye Hao tried to wake the two who were in a coma, but both of them had suffered backlash before, and coupled with the use of spiritual power to injure the meridians, so the injuries were more serious, and it would not be so easy to wake up for a while.

Ye Hao checked the pulse conditions of the two of them and found that they were extremely disordered. His brows were slightly frowned. He remembered that there was an ancient medicine that could calm people's pulse conditions.

So he took out the Qiankun Yu stove and put the pill stove aside.

Take out two medicinal materials, put them into the enlarged pill furnace, pour in spiritual power, and begin to refine the pill.

After an hour passed, two gleaming fifth-grade pill medicines quietly formed, and a wave of spiritual power fluctuations gradually dispersed from the pill furnace.

Ye Hao fed two pills to the two of them, and the pulse condition gradually returned to calm.

After finishing all this, Ye Hao put away the pill furnace, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then began to look at this magnificent hall.

There are five steps to the east of the main hall. On the steps, there is a golden throne. Except for this throne, there are only four golden columns that support the main hall.

On the opposite side of the throne was a golden gate, which was closed tightly and could not be pushed open no matter how hard it was.

Reluctantly, Ye Hao gave up the plan to push the door out, cast his eyes on the throne, slowly approached, and walked up the first step, booming, a heavy sense of oppression came from all directions.

Ye Hao realized that he couldn't use any spiritual power under this sense of oppression, it seemed that he could only use his body to resist.

Fortunately, his physical body was tempered by the power of stars, so this sense of oppression still didn't bother him. After three breaths, he lifted his leg up and went up to another level.

Boom!

The pressure this time was twice that of the first layer, which made Ye Hao feel a little troublesome.

At the same time, he threw the wood pipe towards the throne, and said: "Is it so oppressive just standing on the steps? What if you sit in that position?"

Take a deep breath and move on to another level.

Boom boom boom boom!

Four times the pressure spread all over his body, and he looked at his somewhat twisted palm, it seemed that these four times were the limit of his physical body.

Ye Hao sneered when he was about to step forward again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An unsentimental voice came from behind him.

"Give up, this is already the limit of your physical body."

Ye Hao didn't look back, but he didn't move forward either.

It's not that Ye Hao didn't dare to turn his head, but he couldn't. He felt that a huge palm fell from the sky invisibly, and wanted to squash him. In order not to be defeated by that huge sense of oppression, he had to devote himself to it. Row.

Ding Ding Ding!

The figure in a white robe climbed to the third level and stood side by side with Ye Hao.

Ye Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in his heart: "How does this guy look so relaxed?"

The swordsman in white seemed to see through Ye Hao's mind, and calmly said: "My physique is different from ordinary people, so this little pressure is nothing to me."

After saying that, the swordsman in white seemed to want to verify what he had just said. He lifted his feet lightly and easily stepped onto the fourth step.