Reading to Become a God

In the dark of the Palace of God, Ye Chen looked at the greedy eyes of the monks he had taken into the Palace of God. A strange feeling flashed through his mind, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that these people had been hostile to him and even treated him coldly since he got the Palace of God. But now it has come to this point. The ancestors of various sects have been killed one after another. When people are in panic, he can't do anything to make everyone unhappy.

Ye Chen also knew that this matter was a conspiracy of the Dark Palace from the beginning, but what he didn't expect was that the Dark Palace would expand the conspiracy so quickly this time, and sent such a powerful killer to kill the ancestors of several sects. Thinking of this, Ye Chen's heart flashed with a trace of solemnity.

Although Ye Chen also knew that with the death of the ancestors of various sects, the monks and disciples of various sects would definitely suspect him first, and the whole continent would fall into chaos. However, even though Ye Chen had been prepared, when he saw so many cultivators rushing into Tianmen like a tide, almost drowning Tianmen, he was still shocked.

However, facing so many cultivators and disciples from various sects, Ye Chen was still calm. He wanted to persuade them, but it didn't work at all, so Ye Chen had no choice but to receive all the cultivators into the Palace of God.

It was precisely because of this action that Ye Chen discovered that the reason why the cultivators and disciples of various sects were so angry was not only because of the successive deaths of these ancestors, but also because there were many people who made a fuss about the deaths of these ancestors and provoked trouble. They just wanted to make this matter as big as possible, and it would be better if these people were completely hostile to him.

After seeing this scene, Ye Chen had already suspected in his heart that these people were most likely sent by the Dark Palace to deliberately provoke a war. So he observed in the dark, and wanted to discuss with the sect disciples and monks about the murder of the ancestors after completely cleaning up these troublemakers.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen's eyes when he looked at the group of people also changed slightly.

At this time, in the Palace of Gods, among the monks who were taken in, a monk in blue clothes suddenly said loudly: "Hey! Tell me, what does this Ye Chen mean! Why did he disappear after taking us all in? I think those sect ancestors were killed by him. He was afraid of our large number, so he didn't have the face to see us. Don't you think so?"

After saying these words, the man in blue looked at the decorations and objects in the Palace of Gods, and a greedy and calculating light appeared in his eyes. What he didn't know was that his words and expression were all seen by Ye Chen in the dark.

After hearing the words of the blue-clothed man, all the monks from the various sects present had a strange look in their eyes. Some monks standing close to the blue-clothed man echoed: "Yes! Yes! I think he is guilty."

"Yes, the murder of the sect's ancestors must be related to him. We must avenge our ancestors."

"Well, we must not let him go."

"………………………………" These sect monks talked together and echoed, and even a group of monks who were overwhelmed by anger shouted loudly in the Palace of God, "Ye Chen, you big devil, come out."

"Ye Chen, you despicable and shameless person, Come out quickly. You have the ability to sit down and do such an unjust thing, why don't you dare to admit it! You coward. "

"Ye Chen, what do you mean, are you ignoring us? Come out quickly."

"Ye Chen, if you still have the courage, rescue us and fight to the death with us, don't be like a turtle and let people look down on you."

"…………………………"

But no matter how these people shouted, Ye Chen's shadow did not appear in the Palace of God, which made the monks of the sects present angry and confused. They really don't understand now, why did Ye Chen take them into this Palace of God, is it really like to catch them all in one fell swoop?

Thinking of this, all the monks of the sects present felt uneasy. Because they all knew that Ye Chen's magic power and cultivation were very strong, which had been guessed since he agreed to the competition with the ancestors of the sects.

So, now Ye Chen will not come out no matter what they say, and they will feel uneasy in their hearts.

However, just when all the monks present were feeling uneasy, no one noticed that after hearing what the monks said about Ye Chen, the blue-clothed man had a smug smile on his face, but the smile was fleeting and was not noticed by others, but was seen by Ye Chen who was hiding in the dark.

Ye Chen was now completely sure that the blue-clothed man was one of the troublemakers. However, just when Ye Chen wanted to call someone to detain the blue-clothed man, he saw a man in purple clothes standing up. He walked forward a few steps, and then said to the monks present, "Everyone, please be quiet, be quiet, and give me a favor, okay?"

After hearing what he said, the monks of the sects present had a strange look in their eyes, but they still quieted down. After seeing this scene, the purple-clothed man smiled faintly.

Then, after easing his expression, he said to the monks of the sects present, "I think Ye Chen is not guilty as the monk brother said just now, but he doesn't look down on us at all. He doesn't take us seriously at all, so he treats us like this."

After saying these words, he looked at the monks present again, and then said, "Tianmen has treated us like this, and we are still indifferent here. How can we be worthy of the dead ancestors!"

After saying these words, the purple-clothed man suddenly covered his face with his sleeves. From the perspective of others, he looked like he was crying, as if he was too guilty. But from Ye Chen's perspective, he clearly saw that there was no guilt or sadness on the face of the man in purple, but instead there was blatant pride and calculation.