The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

At this time, Ye Chen continued to absorb the remaining dragon beads and merged them into the Danhai, blessing the origin.

Moreover, his origin is condensing little by little, and with each additional strand, there is more potential, and his combat power is also rising.

However, the energy of the Dragon Ball was too overbearing, and it was difficult to digest it in a short while. In this state, he had no intention of going through the Nine Heavens, so he needed to find a secluded mountain forest and stay in seclusion for a period of time.

The surrounding Dragon Dao energy continuously poured into Ye Xuan's holy body, nourishing his holy bones and blood. He was like bathing in the spring breeze, bathing in the Dragon Dao halo, which was very strange.

Ye Chen continued to absorb the dragon's energy, and the surrounding spiritual energy continued to permeate the air, gathering towards Ye Chen from all directions, refining his holy body with majestic momentum.

Gradually, his skin was covered with dragon scales, which were crystal clear and glowing with a faint golden glow. Even his two furry ears also developed fine dragon scales.

Seeing this scene, Chaos Cauldron clicked its tongue. Although the dragon ball was swallowed up, the remaining pure power of the dragon ball was still nourishing the origin and essence of the holy body, allowing it to transform and become more tenacious.

Ye Chen's form became more and more weird. His whole body was golden, like molten gold, with strands of golden light overflowing, lingering on his body, like burning flames, making his holy body golden and brilliant, stronger than ordinary iron, with wisps of arcs of electricity. Wrathfully, when it cuts across the holy body, it will spark bright sparks. His current holy body is not only tough, but also very domineering, comparable to the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers.

On this day, Ye Chen was wandering in the starry sky.

Day after day, his aura became stronger and stronger. He was comprehending and comprehending the wonder of the dragon ball's energy.

One day, he stepped into a group of mountains.

In the mountains, there are ancient prohibitions, which are covered with hazy shadows. The mountains are stacked one after another, majestic and hazy.

Ye Chen stopped and stood quietly, with deep frowns on his brows. He vaguely smelled a familiar smell. He had visited such places before and his memory was still fresh. It was the restricted area. He still remembered what he encountered there. He was in trouble and almost died, but was finally saved by a woman.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen suddenly turned around and chased after the familiar scent. He was sure that the woman was hiding in it. Not only could he smell it, her bloodline was no exception to his.

In a dark valley, Ye Chen fell under a towering ancient tree.

It was vaguely visible that there was a cave entrance in the valley, and there was a woman in the cave.

The woman was dressed in black and had white hair, and her back looked slightly lonely. Her hair was disheveled, covering her face. She only had a white belt tied around her delicate jade neck. Three thousand green hairs poured down like a waterfall, covering her beautiful body.

"Who are you."

Ye Chen was stunned for a long time before he uttered a word. His expression was dazed. He felt that the woman was somewhat familiar, but he didn't recognize her. In other words, he was not sure whether she was the woman from the past. After all, he had been separated by hundreds of years. As time goes by, even if there is reincarnation, time cannot change the vicissitudes of life.

His doubts, no one

The valley was quiet, dark and cold. A breeze blew, stirring the hair of the woman in white, and lightly brushing Ye Chen's face, causing him to reach out.

However, he still didn't touch the woman's hair, what he touched was just a phantom mist.

"Is it me, an illusion?"

Ye Chen murmured, the confusion in his eyes became more intense. True and false, false and true, he was completely lost. He only knew that this place was a dream, an absurd and ethereal dream, and that woman was also an illusion. It only exists in his heart.

Here, the woman has lifted her feet and left, her back looking bleak.

Ye Chen suddenly turned his eyes, looked at the woman's back, and wanted to follow her.

However, before he could take a step, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up until dawn.

When he woke up, he subconsciously covered his head. He had a splitting headache and blurred memory.

His memory stopped in that valley. He could only see the woman named Luo Xi clearly in the scroll. It was an extremely blurry face. He could only see a pair of cold and dead eyes.

He was not dreaming, because he already had the blood of the Dragon Clan, and Luo Xi belonged to the Dragon Clan. His origin resonated with the Dragon Clan, and naturally drew the power of the Dragon Pearl to forcibly upgrade his Dragon Vein Grade. It can be regarded as a defiance of fate.

At some point, he stood up and looked around.

For some reason, he always felt that this world was a bit strange, and there seemed to be something invisible in the dark, staring at him. Bayi Chinese website

Looking at the sky and the earth, there are many rumbling sounds of thunder, and each thunder is extremely destructive. It seems to be looming, like a giant beast from the ancient times, roaring ferociously.

Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Xuwu in the distance, his eyebrows tightened, and he could hear a clicking sound.

The sky was torn apart by thunder and lightning.

Then, there was a pressure that swept across the vast river.

Ye Chen's heart trembled and he couldn't help but look up at the sky. Through the mist, he could see terrifying visions one after another, which seemed to be looming, outlining a shocking power.

Ye Chen continued to walk towards the depths of the dragon tomb. Along the way, he saw tombstones with simple stone carvings. Every time a tombstone was found, a drop of blood would bloom.

"Dragon blood." Ye Chen murmured, deeply impressed by this.

In this cemetery, a certain ancestor should be buried, and the blood dripping on the tombstones is mostly left by the ancestors. Every drop of blood is stained with fairy clouds and dazzling.

As Ye Chen walked, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and a chill arose spontaneously. He always felt that there was a gaze peering at him, which made people's hair stand on end with inexplicable fear.

He was used to this feeling, and he always felt that there was a terrifying existence behind him, staring at him, his eyes full of violence and greed.

At some point, he stopped and turned around slowly.

In the distance, a man on crutches stood there, his cloudy old eyes staring at Ye Chen. His body was stooped and thin, with blood all over his body. He staggered every step, as if he had endured indelible pain in the world. Every time I raised my foot, I would kick back as soon as I stepped out. The blood flowing from the corner of my mouth could not be wiped away no matter how hard I wiped it off.

It was an old man, with cloudy old eyes, dim and dull, and his whole body was swaying, as if he might fall down at any time.

Ye Chen was stunned and looked at the old man in disbelief. That familiar aura was so kind.

They seemed to have met somewhere before, but he had forgotten them.

"Ex-senior."

"senior?"

"Old man, even I don't know how many years I have lived." The old man smiled miserably and burst into tears.

Ye Chen was silent. It was not that the old man's cultivation was too high, but that the old man's state was too strange. It seemed that he had died a long time ago, and his soul was scattered. His so-called body was a skeleton, skin and bones, even , he could smell the stench of decay, and a layer of gray haze enveloped his body.

"Do I...recognize you?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head. "I just remember that I fell from the sky and landed on this land. I was confused for a hundred years. During this period, I saw countless corpses and witnessed sections of history."

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.