Emperor of Death

Chapter 1328
The original fruit, the whole body is red, exudes a faint luster, and there is a red light flowing inside.

"It's really a miracle of good fortune!" Ye Chen murmured, holding the original fruit in his right hand, "It seems that the former Martial God Continent was really low-end, and there was no formation to condense the original energy. What a deserted place."

Then, power surged from the palm of Yechen's right hand, and the crimson original fruit turned into red crumbs, which was held by Yechen on the palm of his hand, and then he sucked it lightly, and the red crumbs flew into Yechen's mouth like a spring.

An extremely pure force melted in Yechen's body, nourishing Yechen's meridians, making Yechen almost want to moan comfortably.

This is the familiar original Qi, without the slightest impurity, only the purest power.

The next moment, Yechen's Six Paths of Reincarnation was activated, and the original energy in his body was transformed by Yechen into his own power.

Five minutes later, Yechen crushed the two original fruits again, and sucked them into his mouth.

Around Yechen, violent air currents swelled, and violent whirlwinds were stirred up from the flat ground to revolve around Yechen.

It took another 10 minutes before Yechen stopped performing the exercises, and then opened his eyes, revealing a gleam of light.

"Good thing, this fruit is equivalent to absorbing the energy of the source for a day in the secret realm of the source." Ye Chen praised, "If I can always use the fruit of the source to practice, even if it is the realm of a martial saint, I can also be able to achieve it in a short period of time. Arriving is only the original fruit that is needed, and it also needs a huge number."

"Baihui!" Yechen said.

"exist!"

"Command all the members of the True Dragon Guard to come to this space to find me." While speaking, Yechen turned over ten dark beads and said in a deep voice, "Send two people out to welcome them in."

After the words fell, Yechen threw the dark bead behind him, a black shadow slid past, the dark bead disappeared out of thin air, and then the two shadows slid out of the wall against the ground, heading towards the direction of Heilong Mountain at high speed.

"I need a large number of original fruits." Yechen murmured.

Afterwards, Yechen continued to sit quietly, comprehending the formation in front of him. The appearance of this formation opened a new door for Yechen, allowing Yechen to see a power that was completely different from what he knew.

This power is not necessarily superior to the power of my own perception, but it can be understood by analogy, and it may also be beneficial to my future cultivation.

Similarly, even if it is completely useless to power, but knowing how this formation works, Yechen can set up formations by himself in the future and cultivate a large number of original fruits.

"The medicine garden of Zhao's family is in the north, that of Diao's is in the east, and that of Lei's is in the west, and they are far apart. This shows that there are not many original qi in the world, and it needs a large enough area to cultivate enough The original fruit." Ye Chen said.

"Baihui, go and investigate Song Yurou's information from childhood to adulthood, especially what happened when she was a child. Is there any other living people in the original Song family."

"Yes!"

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In the Zhao family, since Yechen pretended to be Zhao Ming and returned to the Zhao family, Zhao's mother, Jia Fang, miraculously recovered from her illness. Not only did her face become much rosier, she was also able to get out of bed and walk on her own.

In the room, Jia Fang was sitting on a chair, Zhao Tianhe was standing behind her, Song Yurou was standing aside respectfully with her head bowed, and the butler was bending over, telling Jia Fang what happened in the medicine garden.

Following the account of the steward, Jia Fang's face became paler and her body trembled slightly. When she heard that Ye Chen had killed the disciple of Tiantumen, Jia Fang finally couldn't bear the sad news, and cried loudly with tears: "Son, just bear with it, how could you have caused such a catastrophe."

"Mother!" Zhao Tianhe comforted in a low voice, "Second brother is young and energetic, and with his great strength, he is naturally a little frivolous, but Tumen was also aggressive that day."

"My son's strength has improved, that's a good thing. Butler, please send a letter to the master, let him think of a way." Jia Fang said quickly.

"It has already been posted. Such a big event happened, I think the master will come back soon."

"Oh, master." Jia Fang sat on the chair with a sad face.

Song Yurou stepped forward and said softly, "Auntie, you just recovered from a serious illness, don't..."

Jia Fang got up, gritted her teeth and glared at Song Yurou, and slapped Song Yurou's face fiercely. Song Yurou was afraid that Jia Fang's condition would worsen, so she didn't dare to dodge, so she resisted Jia Fang's slap, and only heard a "slap", Song Yurou's face was pulled aside, leaving a faint red finger print on her face.

"It's all about you little bitch. Nothing good will happen if you're here. I should have let you get out of my Zhao family." Jia Fang's anger had nowhere to vent, and it happened to be vented on Song Yurou.

Song Yurou was used to being scolded since she was a child, so she could only lower her head deeply when she saw this, not daring to reply, and let Jia Fang insult her, even a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.

"Mother, it's none of my cousin's business." Zhao Tianhe persuaded, and wanted to go to Rajafang after speaking.

"Go away! Don't stop me." Jia Fang yelled at her daughter.

Song Yurou whispered: "Cousin, my aunt is just recovering from a serious illness. If I can let her vent her anger, I'll be fine."

"You bitch, you still dare to pretend to be innocent, just like your bitch mother, you know how to pretend to be innocent, get out, get out of here, you'd better get out of the Zhao family."

"Cousin, you go back first." Zhao Tianhe stopped between Song Yurou's mother, turned his head and said to Song Yurou.

"But aunt..." Song Yurou hesitated, still a little worried.

The butler said: "Miss Song, you should leave quickly, Madam will be even angrier if you are here."

"Then, I'll go first." Song Yurou bowed to Jia Fang, then hurried away with her head down.

"Damn it, I'm so pissed off, I'm so angry when I see this bitch." Jia Fang picked up the cup on the table and slammed it on the ground.

"Madam calm down, the Patriarch may go directly to Tiantumen, and there will be a way." The big housekeeper comforted in a low voice.

"Hmm!" Jia Fang sat on the chair, panting heavily.

Song Yurou sullenly walked towards the small courtyard where she lived. This small courtyard is next to the maids and servants, which is obviously very remote.

"Am I wrong? I shouldn't have brought him back?" Too many things happened today, making Song Yurou physically and mentally exhausted. As a martial arts master, her steps became light and light.

"Miss, you're back. I've heated up the water for you." Unknowingly, Song Yurou returned to the small courtyard where she lived. An old woman in her fifties opened the door. After seeing Song Yurou, she hurried over help.

"Nurse, I'm fine." Song Yurou forced a smile on his face, trying not to bring sadness to his clean little yard, let alone bring sadness to the nanny who raised him up.

Everything in the Song family is gone, and the only thing left to Song Yurou now is this nanny who depended on her for life.

(End of this chapter)