The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

Ye Chen staggered up and walked towards the ruins step by step.

What can be seen is that his steps are no longer stable. The ground he steps on is rumbling, and his body is shaking violently. Every time he takes a step, blood spreads, and his white ribs are exposed. Every scar has a strange power. It was devouring the essence of his holy body, drying up his vitality and causing his origin to collapse.

The young man in white got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed sinisterly, yet teasingly.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, he just concentrated his energy and expelled the strange power in his body. No matter how strange power raged, he was indifferent. His Taoist heart was forged a hundred years ago and was extremely tough. Not to mention a mere curse, even if It's a forbidden spell, but it won't hurt his foundation. Once the one-month deadline passes, everything should return to normal.

Zheng!

Suddenly, a bright and cold light suddenly appeared.

It is a fairy sword, sharp and cold, carrying the immortal light of death. It can destroy everything with one blow and strike at the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows. It is the last blow of the young man in white, trying to chop off Ye Chen's head.

Ye Chen suddenly raised his head, pushed out with a palm, and resisted the sword.

Click! Clang!

Immediately, a string of sparks shot out, and Ye Chen flew out.

On the opposite side, the young man in white was also shocked. He stepped back, and the grin on his lips became ferocious. His eyes narrowed into a line, staring at the red flame war spear in Ye Chen's hand. His eyes were filled with fear and fear. Fearful, before, if he did not sacrifice the magic weapon, he might be buried under the war spear.

"You..." Ye Chen covered his shoulders to hold his position, coughing up blood violently, his face was as white as paper, his holy body was bloody, he was penetrated by a sword, and he almost died on the spot. The young man in white was too fierce, if not The holy blood was domineering and blessed his holy body. Most of them had been killed instantly. At this moment, he finally understood why the young man in white was so afraid of the war spear.

The young man in white did not answer, but went straight to Ye Chen, stepped across the void with one step, pierced the void with one finger, and penetrated Ye Chen's head. The blow was too fast and abrupt, catching Ye Chen off guard, and pierced through Ye Chen with one finger. Danhai almost destroyed his holy fetus.

"Leave it to me!"

The young man in white smiled ferociously, punched through the void, and hit Ye Chen's head. He wanted to capture Ye Chen alive. Ye Chen should also know his secret. No matter what trump card he had, he could not escape from his grasp. Ye Chen was waiting to be captured. , he must ask Ye Chen's identity, and then crush him to ashes to vent his anger. He also gave away a piece of precious information for free, which is considered a profit.

puff! puff! puff!

Following his punch, Ye Chen vomited blood again, and his back was stained with blood. He was almost punched through, and the subsequent palm shot made Ye Chen fly away.

"I haven't lost yet?" Ye Chen hissed, enduring the tearing pain, and charged forward again.

puff! puff! puff!

Blood spurts out, dyeing the sky red. The two blood shadows are like two ghosts, chasing each other on the misty sky, one to the east and the other to the west, killing them with all their strength. Every time they meet, one of them will bleed into the sky.

From the beginning to the end, the young man in white never gave up, trying to kill Ye Chen while he was seriously injured. If he could kill Ye Chen this time, he would be a great hero. Even if he could not be crowned a prince, he would still be punished. Once he is granted the title of king, his combat power will increase several times. At that time, he will be able to kill the peak emperor.

"Get out." As the two of them fought, a thunderous roar spread across the wasteland.

That voice was shouted by Ye Chen. He didn't know where it came from, but it was unparalleled and overbearing. Like the eternal thunder, it shook the sky and made the mountains and forests of the great rivers buzz with it. 81Zw.??m

Hearing this, the young man in white frowned.

Immediately, ripples of nothingness were seen, transforming inch by inch, and a hand came in, grabbed his neck, and pulled him out.

"How is that possible?" The young man in white changed his expression.

That hand didn't belong to Ye Chen, and he didn't recognize it either.

Not only him, but Ye Chen was also confused. He raised his eyes in a daze and looked into the misty nothingness. He grabbed the young man in white with one hand. The palm was very generous and warm. Its owner was actually a woman. Moreover, it was a woman. An extremely beautiful woman, with long black hair flowing in the wind, a peerless jade face, exquisite facial features, clear and three-dimensional contours, and a body covered with stars and moonlight, as bright and flawless as a dream or an illusion.

"Who is she?" Ye Chen murmured, stunned and stunned.

"You..." The young man in white was shocked and could not hide his horror.

"Seal." The female holy body spoke, flicked her jade hand, picked up three runes, and put them on the forehead, heart, and eyebrows of the young man in white, sealing his cultivation and true body. Then she picked up the young man in white and disappeared. not see.

Ye Chen looked at the woman's back in surprise, feeling like he had seen her before, but for a moment, he couldn't figure out what happened.

After a long time, I saw her manifesting into nothingness, still dressed in white, standing gracefully, as beautiful as a dream, like a blooming lotus, beautiful and proud.

She stood opposite Ye Chen, her beautiful eyes were as deep as water, and if she listened carefully, she could clearly hear the heartbeat.

"Who are you? Why do you want to help me?" Ye Chen looked at the woman and asked.

"Saving you is due to fate." The female saint opened her lips slightly, and said something mysterious, like a kind of Zen chant, which made scenes appear in Ye Chen's mind:

It was a vast fairyland. A huge tree was crystal clear, covered with branches, and the trunk was frighteningly thick. Its crown covered the entire sky and the stars.

Under the trunk of the tree, there were many prostrate figures, each sitting cross-legged, bathed in the bright divine glow. They all closed their eyes and meditated on the Tao. They were all refining elixirs, setting up formations, tempering their bodies, and comprehending the meaning of the Tao.

And the crystal-clear ancient tree hangs on the top of the tree, exuding a hazy halo, like a dreamy bubble, with wisps of mist lingering, so hazy that it seems like it doesn't exist.

It was a holy tree, a holy tree that defied the heavens, a holy tree that was comparable to the Chaos Cauldron.

It does not exist, because it is not a physical object, but just a trace of its spirit, performing a inheritance and passing it on to the next generation.

The woman gently tapped Ye Chen,

Then she broke Ye Chen's seal. Her method was wonderful. Ye Chen didn't even have a chance to react before breaking the seal. To her, this kind of seal seemed like a joke, it was very simple.

At this time, Ye Chen was even more confused. His already dull eyes suddenly flashed with light, and a long-lost sense of familiarity lingered throughout his body. Although he was a stranger, he felt more familiar.

"You..." He just opened his mouth, but was silenced by one sentence.

The female holy body whispered and smiled, as if in a dream, and slowly turned around, revealing her true face. Her beautiful eyes were as bright as the stars, and her face was flawless.

Her skin is crystal clear and can be broken by a blow, she is as delicate as a weak willow, her waist is slender, her plump body outlines perfect curves, and her beautiful eyes reflect the gorgeous petals, and her eyes are full of spring water.

Wherever his beautiful eyes look, there are misty clouds, which seem to be looming, making it difficult to find her true face. Even though Ye Chen has a lot of experience, he is still embarrassed. He only knows that this beautiful woman is his life. The only peerless woman he had seen, she was so holy and flawless that he did not dare to blaspheme for fear of tarnishing her.

"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.