The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

Ye Chen killed the tomb guard, his eyes were cold and firm.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing Ye Chen rushing towards him, the tombkeeper smiled contemptuously.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation in this young man, but he still dares to die? How ridiculous!

boom--

Ye Chen and the tombkeeper fought together.

This is the territory of the tombkeeper. The tombkeeper is very familiar with this. He has an absolute advantage and puts what he has learned to use.

"Tianluo Hand, suppress it!" The tombkeeper shouted lowly, and his right arm turned into an iron claw and grabbed Ye Chen.

"Xuanwu Palm!"

Ye Chen was not afraid at all, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and tried to force the tombkeeper to attack.

Bang!

After the loud noise, both were knocked back.

"You actually know heaven-level martial arts?" Surprise flashed in the tombkeeper's eyes. The martial arts level used by Ye Chen was not much worse than him.

"Hmph, so what if I have heaven-level martial arts, I still have to die today!" The tombkeeper sneered, and attacked again while moving his feet.

Bang bang bang...

He was very fast, and his fists fell on Ye Chen like raindrops.

At this moment, the tombkeeper took complete control and suppressed Ye Chen's offensive.

"Boy, let me see how many moves you can withstand!" the tombkeeper yelled, with a ferocious expression on his face.

The tombkeeper's shriveled body was so powerful that Ye Chen couldn't resist it. In just a moment, he was at a disadvantage and his body was already injured.

"Damn thing!" Ye Chen cursed secretly and gritted his teeth to resist.

Poof!

Finally, Ye Chen received a punch on the shoulder, blood spattered and stained his clothes red.

"Haha..." The tombkeeper raised his head and laughed wildly, very cheerfully, and said: "How is it? Does it taste good? Although your body is strong, you can't defeat me!"

After saying that, he raised his other hand and slapped Ye Chen on the head hard, preparing to end his life.

If this slap was real, it would definitely make Ye Chen's head explode.

However, just when the tombkeeper was about to hit Ye Chen in the head, Ye Chen suddenly disappeared.

The tombkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. m.81ZW.??m

He felt that he had been tricked, and a strong murderous intention rose in his heart.

"Seeking death!" He roared angrily, his aura became terrifying, and a large area of ​​the surrounding trees was destroyed by the coercion he exuded.

"Old guy, it's too early for you to be happy." As soon as the tombkeeper finished speaking, Ye Chen's voice suddenly came.

Hearing this, the tombkeeper looked stern and turned to look to the left.

Ye Chen stood there, with a sinister curve at the corner of his mouth, and a dangerous aura all over his body.

Seeing this, the tombkeeper raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "You're not dead?!"

"Death? Haha..." Ye Chen shook his head and said indifferently: "You think too highly of yourself. You want to kill me. It's just a dream!"

After hearing Ye Chen's words, the tombkeeper fell silent. He didn't believe that Ye Chen could escape his pursuit. After all, he was a monk at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, far superior to a warrior of the same realm.

But now, he has some doubts.

Because Ye Chen slipped away from under his eyes, which puzzled him.

"In that case, don't even think about leaving today." The tombkeeper took a deep breath, put aside his anger for the time being, and focused on dealing with Ye Chen.

He had noticed that Ye Chen's aura was much weaker than before. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot while fighting him.

"Old guy, you want to kill me, I'm afraid you won't have that chance." Ye Chen sneered, his figure elegant, avoiding the fatal attack of the tomb guard.

Huh~

The tombkeeper's reaction was extremely fast, and he immediately moved sideways and slashed a sharp blade against Ye Chen's neck.

"Your reaction speed is fast enough, but do you think you can dodge my sword?" The tombkeeper sneered, and with a shake of his wrist, the sword passed through again.

"Dangdangdang..."

The sound of metal clashing was loud, and sparks flew everywhere.

The moment the tombkeeper drew his sword, Ye Chen also moved, distorting the space with a strange posture, and instantly approached the tombkeeper.

"What!?" The tombkeeper was trembling. He never expected that Ye Chen would have teleportation skills.

This situation was unexpected by the tombkeeper.

"Old guy, your end has come." Ye Chen snorted coldly and slashed at the tombkeeper's throat with his sword.

The gravekeeper's face twitched violently, and endless fear emerged in his heart.

He hurriedly retreated, and at the same time activated his vitality, condensing it into a shield to protect himself.

Ding! clang!

A harsh sound sounded, sparks flew, and the two swords collided.

The tombkeeper took advantage of this gap to continuously retreat and distance himself from Ye Chen.

"Boy, who are you?!" The tombkeeper glared at Ye Chen, his eyes full of fear.

He knew that Ye Chen could teleport, but he didn't understand why Ye Chen was so strong and actually forced him to use defensive martial arts.

This is his biggest secret, and he has never told anyone except his disciples.

However, Ye Chen knew it.

This made him feel very uneasy, as if he had met his nemesis.

Ye Chen's lips curved up in a playful manner, and he teased: "Old guy, it doesn't matter who I am, you will know it right away."

As he spoke, Ye Chen walked toward the tomb guard with sonorous steps, with strong murderous intent flowing from his body.

"Boy, do you really think I can't do anything to you?!" The gravekeeper's face turned cold. He had already had murderous thoughts and must kill Ye Chen.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to kill him.

"Kid, since you want to die, then I will help you!" The tombkeeper was furious. He had decided that he would crush Ye Chen to ashes later!

Buzz~

Along with the tombkeeper's violent shouts, a majestic aura spurted out, sweeping across a ten-foot radius.

Ye Chen's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly circulated the power of his martial arts, gathered his Dantian and fingers, and was ready to fight.

"Get over here!" The tombkeeper opened his arms, and a black mist emerged, then condensed into a black cauldron.

The black tripod is completely black, simple and natural, but it reveals domineering pressure and seems to be able to suppress all things in the sky.

It was suspended in front of the tomb guard, and the aura it released became stronger and stronger, and the void could not bear it, and it collapsed inch by inch.

"Kid, this black cauldron is called the Netherworld Black Cauldron. It is an eighth-grade weapon, specially used to harvest people's souls!" The tombkeeper had a cold smile on his lips, as if he was determined to take Ye Chen.

As he spoke, the tombkeeper stretched out his hands and pressed them on the black cauldron.

Then, he used both hands to control the black cauldron to slowly descend, trying to refine Ye Chen into the cauldron.

"The Netherworld Black Cauldron is indeed good! But trying to refine me, Ye Chen, is just a dream!" Ye Chen sneered and jumped towards the Black Cauldron.

However, the moment Ye Chen approached the black tripod, his body stagnated for a second, and then crashed to the ground.

puff--!

Blood spurted out, Ye Chen was seriously injured, and there was a striking scar on his chest, which was shocking.

Ye Chen snorted, turned over and sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper.

"What an exquisite array pattern!" Ye Chen's eyes were cold. He didn't approach the black cauldron intentionally just now, but the confinement array patterns were arranged on the black cauldron, making it difficult for him to move.

The tombkeeper snorted coldly and said, "Boy, do you still dare to be so arrogant?!"

Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and curled his lips, "Old guy, you still want to trap me with your little tricks?!"

"How will you know if you don't try it?" The tombkeeper grinned, swung his spirit sword again, cut off the void, sealed off a three-meter radius area, and then killed Ye Chen.

"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.