Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1645 Life is really worse than death!
Ye Chen's sentence was too late, and scared the black-faced leopard king out of his wits!

He took several steps back almost subconsciously, then turned around suddenly, desperately trying to run down the mountain.

He just saw Ye Chen's method of killing the golden lion king.

A single stone can kill a six-star martial artist.

If I don't run away, I'm afraid I will repeat the mistakes of the Golden Retriever Lion King.

However, just as he turned around, before he could take two steps, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, and then he lost all consciousness.

The black-faced leopard king died very simply, almost in a blink of an eye, so he didn't suffer much.

However, in the eyes of other Wanlongdian soldiers, the death of the Black-faced Leopard King was really miserable!
Ye Chen directly penetrated his brain with a pebble.

To make matters worse, the pebbles shot into the back of his head and blasted out of his face, blasting a bloody hole the size of a fist in the middle of his entire face!
His nose was gone, and his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets by the force of the pebbles!
At this moment, everyone in Wanlong Hall was completely shocked by Ye Chen!

One of the four kings of the Ten Thousand Dragon Palace was defeated in the Middle East, but now one has been abolished and two have died!
So far, the four kings of the Wanlong Palace have all fallen.

Among the remaining people, apart from the Wan Po Army, the strongest is the five-star general. Where is Ye Chen's opponent?

At this time, Ye Chen looked at a group of panic-stricken soldiers of the Wanlong Palace, and said coldly: "All of you have practiced hard for many years before you can achieve what you are today. If you don't want all your hard work to be ruined, give it all to me." Take a step back!"

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, nearly a hundred people stepped back without hesitation.

The only one that didn't move was Wan Pojun.

Wan Pojun did not expect at this time that the Wanlong Temple and the core layer built by himself would fall apart like this.

At this time, Ye Chen looked at the eight soldiers of Wanlong Palace who were carrying the coffin, and said coldly: "You guys, put down the coffin and take another step back!"

When the eight people heard this, they immediately put the coffin of Wan Pojun's parents on the ground, and obediently stepped back.

At the front of the Wanlong Palace, only Wanpojun was left.

Ye Chen raised his eyes, looked at Wan Pojun, and asked him: "When you came to Yeling Mountain today with drums and gongs, did you ever think that things would turn into this situation?"

Wan Pojun was extremely dejected, and laughed miserably: "The skills are inferior to others, there is nothing to say."

Ye Chen sneered: "You may not know, but I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wan Pojun raised his head, looked at Ye Chen, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?"

Ye Chen smiled and said: "I had someone bring two people to Yanjing the night before yesterday. You know these two people. Next, I will let you meet them one by one."

Just when Wan Pojun didn't know what Ye Chen's words meant, Ye Chen turned his head to look at He Hongsheng, and said, "Mr. He, the younger guy who was kneeling in front of my parents' grave can be brought here gone."

"Okay!" He Hongsheng knew that the younger one Ye Chen was talking about was Chen Zhonglei who Ye Chen brought back from the Middle East.

So, he personally walked up to Ye Chen's parents' spirits, pulled Chen Zhonglei, who was wearing a black cloth bag, to Ye Chen's side, and said respectfully, "Mr. Ye, someone brought them here."

Ye Chen nodded, looked at Wan Pojun, and asked him with a smile: "Master Wan Dian, do you know who this is?"

Wan Pojun looked bewildered.

How would he know who this man in the black hood is?

He also has no clairvoyance.

What's more, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has long been sealed by Ye Chen, and Wan Pojun can't even feel a little bit of cultivation ability.

So, he looked at Ye Chen and asked, "Who is this person?"

Ye Chen sneered: "What? My capable man, you can't recognize him if you cover your face?"

Wan Pojun was even more confused.

Although Ye Chen had hinted that he was his right-hand man, he never thought of Chen Zhonglei at all.

Because, in the personal cognition of all the soldiers of Wanlongdian, Chen Zhonglei must be in the Middle East, and it is impossible for him to be in China.

Seeing his surprise, Ye Chen sneered and tore off the black cloth bag on Chen Zhonglei's head.

When Wan Pojun and other soldiers of Wanlong Palace saw Chen Zhonglei's face, everyone's expressions immediately became incomparably horrified.

No one could believe that Chen Zhonglei, who had been missing for many days, would be in Ye Chen's hands.

Wan Pojun asked subconsciously: "Zhong Lei... you... why are you here?!"

At this time, Chen Zhonglei stood on the spot with a silent expression, standing still like a fool, his eyes were also in a state of being out of focus, as if he was deaf to Wan Pojun's voice.

Wan Pojun didn't know what happened to Chen Zhonglei, but seeing that he was so sluggish, he also realized that things might be beyond his imagination, so he hurriedly asked again: "Zhonglei! Don't you know me?! "

Chen Zhonglei still didn't respond.

Ye Chen smiled slightly at this time and said: "I forgot to tell you, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has been sealed in his body by me, and the current him is no longer the one you are familiar with. The current him is just It's just a puppet of mine."

Wan Pojun and other Wanlongdian soldiers were dumbfounded.

Sealing a person's consciousness in the body, they have never heard of such a thing!

Wan Pojun also didn't believe that Ye Chen could have such supernatural powers, this kind of method was simply unimaginable.

Seeing that they couldn't understand, Ye Chen pointed to Lu Haotian who was kneeling on the ground, and said to Chen Zhonglei, "Slap him!"

Chen Zhonglei rushed forward without thinking, grabbed Lu Haotian's collar, and slapped several times, making Lu Haotian scream again and again.

Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, stop."

Chen Zhonglei then stopped and returned to Ye Chen's side.

Wan Pojun stared dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what method Ye Chen used to make Chen Zhonglei look like this.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Ye Chen patted Chen Zhonglei's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "Come on, I'll give you the freedom to speak for a minute. Say what you want to say out loud!"

Although Chen Zhonglei's consciousness has been blocked, his consciousness can still receive all the senses of his body.

He is very clear about everything that happened around him during this time, and he is also very clear about Wan Pojun's plan to lead his brothers to kill Yeling Mountain.

Even just now, when he knelt in front of Ye Chen's parents' spirits, he couldn't see what happened just now with his own eyes, but he guessed roughly what happened just now through his voice.

However, his reception of external information is one-way. Apart from receiving external information from the body's sense organs, he can't control his body to make any response, even if he just blinks his eyelids.

At the moment when Ye Chen patted his shoulder, his consciousness finally became one with his body again. This long-lost feeling was like a vegetative person who had been sleeping for many years and finally woke up, which instantly made him cry full face.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Wan Pojun, his emotions broke down instantly, and he cried loudly and begged: "Hallmaster... Please find a way to save me, or...or kill me immediately...This kind of consciousness is imprisoned. The feeling in the body is even more terrifying and desperate than the [-]th floor of hell!!"

"It's really... life! No! Ru! Death! Ah!!!"

(End of this chapter)