Emperor of Death

Chapter 1361 Wudi Wuhe
Going back to her room alone, Xiao Cui fetched water to wash Ye Chen, and went into Ye Chen's room with a washbasin, calling softly: "Young master!"

Ye Chen said: "Your task is still to cultivate, so don't do these chores, it's more important to improve your strength."

"Yes, my lord!" Xiaocui put down the washbasin and replied.

After a pause, Xiao Cui looked at Ye Chen with winking eyes, and said shyly, "Young Master, do you still need your slaves to stay at night?"

"Well, stay for a while! Let's hurry up." Ye Chen said, for Xiaocui's mysterious martial arts, Ye Chen still likes it very much.

"Yes!" Xiaocui said happily. Xiaocui also likes being able to do shameful things with the person she likes.

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Half an hour later, Xiao Cui dressed Ye Chen, and then said to Ye Chen, "Young Master, you can practice with peace of mind, and this servant will leave first!"

Yechen said: "On weekdays, we discuss magic with Yurou more."

"Yes!" Xiaocui replied.

Sitting alone on the bed, Yechen took out the storage ring seized from Lian Qishan, looked at the two thousand original fruits in the storage ring, his face was full of joy, so many original fruits, it was enough to let I have increased my strength several times.

Immediately, Yechen crushed two original fruits, swallowed them, and began to practice silently.

It took a whole night, and at dawn the next day, Yechen refined [-] original fruits, let his own strength enter again, and promoted to the cultivation base of the fifth-order martial master.

Yechen opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. The improvement in strength made him feel better.

"Hey, Baihui, what's the matter?" When Yechen opened his eyes, he saw Chang Baihui in front of him, looking at him motionless.

Chang Baihui said expressionlessly: "The trophies have been collected. From all the corpses below, we found 679 emperor-level magic weapons, 1156 king-level magic weapons, and 11985 elixirs. The grade is unknown, and the cheats..."

"Wait..." Yechen interrupted Chang Baihui's report, "Baihui, just tell me how many original fruits you have."

According to Yechen's personality, it is rare to kill so many people. One of the important reasons for killing so many people this time is that Yechen needs the original fruit in their hands.

Last time, apart from the two old men from Black Dragon Castle, the other three Yubuxian provided Yechen with ten original fruits. This time, killing so many people almost wiped out all the masters within a radius of ten thousand miles. A lot of income.

Facing Yechen's expectant gaze, Chang Baihui said expressionlessly, "1850 in total."

"Goddamn Kaka!" Yechen was happy, but furious at the same time, the tax collected this year was 1800, and the inventory of so many masters was only equivalent to a year's tax. It's so heavy.If the tax is lighter, such as [-]-[-], wouldn't I get more?Now the original fruit of each year has been exploited by the above.

Chang Baihui gave Ye Chen a storage ring expressionlessly, which was the trophy this time, and then turned into a shadow and merged under Ye Chen's feet.

"These original fruits are enough for me to break through to the late stage of the Martial Lord, and one step closer to the Martial Saint." Just as Ye Chen was about to order to leave, he suddenly felt a huge threat suddenly descending.

Yechen's nerves tensed instantly, and he shouted loudly to everyone on the treasure ship: "Fight."

The next moment, Yechen rushed out of the room and looked up at the void.

A big hand appeared above the treasure ship. This big hand was completely composed of silver death power, covering the entire sky above Yechen's head.

There was a peerless powerhouse who made a move. Under this big hand, even Ye Chen felt a sense of powerlessness, which was far beyond Ye Chen's power.

"Emperor Wu!" Ye Chen looked at the void with a gloomy face, and drank coldly.

Lian Qishan appeared next to Yechen, with a frightened expression on his face, "It was him, he must have made the move."

Ye Chen's power exploded at this moment, he grabbed Lian Qishan's neckline with his left hand, and grabbed the void in front of him with his right hand, Song Yurou and others who were still in the treasure ship flew out one after another, and Ye Chen caught him in front of him.

The next moment, the treasure ship in Yechen's hand soared into the sky, facing the captured big hand.

The seemingly huge Feiyun Treasure Ship was gently pinched by the big silver hand, crushing it into pieces, and then continued to press down.

Where Yechen was originally standing, a silver brilliance rushed to the sky.

The silver brilliance was extremely fast, narrowly and narrowly out of the range of the big silver hand.

"Boom!" The mountain gate of the Tiantumen below was crushed silently, obliterating the last trace of the Tiantumen.

"Hey, you actually have a flying spirit boat..." A faint sound of surprise came from the clouds in the sky, and then a black figure appeared, chasing after the silver brilliance at an extremely fast speed.

That silvery brilliance was Yechen's flying boat piercing the sky like lightning, and on the boat were Lianqishan Xiaocui Song Yurou and Song Yurou's nanny.

Except for Yechen and Xiaocui, the rest of the group had an expression of undecided shock. The powerful force made them panic from the depths of their souls.

This time is really dangerous, if it weren't for the flying boat from Wenchuan, Yechen would be even more passive.

"He's catching up." Lian Qishan said with deep horror.

Ye Chen looked back with a gloomy face, and saw a figure appearing in the distance in the sky. The man was dressed in a black warrior outfit, and his whole body was wrapped in silver light. His middle-aged face was looking at him with a strong mockery. Ye Chen seemed to be laughing at Ye Chen's overreaching.

What especially caught Yechen's attention was that on the face of this middle-aged master, a pair of eyes exuded a blood-red light.

"Zombie!" Yechen shouted sharply.

"It really is him." Lian Qishan shouted in a low voice, his face became more and more frightened.

"Who." Ye Chen stared closely at the zombie in the distance, his speed was no slower than his own, if it wasn't for his great strength this time, even if he was driving a flying boat, his speed might not be as fast as him.

Before Lian Qishan could answer, the zombies in the distance seemed to have heard Yechen's words, and sneered, "I am Wuhe, the master of Black Dragon Castle, and I immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. A happy death."

Wuhe's voice came rolling, and Song Yurou's nanny turned pale, and the nanny even spat out a mouthful of blood, and was seriously injured.

"What a big tone!" Ye Chen sneered, "It's still too late to retreat quickly, otherwise I will make you into a puppet if he dies."

"Presumptuous! Little Wu Zun, dare to behave wildly in front of me!" Wuhe was furious. The majesty of Emperor Wu is inviolable. He has been domineering in Heilong Mountain for many years, so there is no room for Yechen to provoke him.

(End of this chapter)