Emperor of Death

Chapter 1381

The robbery was very smooth and harmonious. After seeing Yechen's power, no one dared to resist stupidly.

One storage ring was put away.

As for the people on the platform before, they didn't even have the qualifications to be robbed, so they could only watch Yechen showing off his power with complicated expressions.

Many people have mixed feelings and feel inexplicable regrets in their hearts, such as Mo Yihan brothers and sisters, such as Meng Qiongxiao, they all have a heart to become stronger, if they can follow Yechen's side, I believe they will be stronger in the future.After all, Yechen is too powerful and still so young, his achievements in the future are limitless.

As for robbing the Chixia Sword Sect, this made them not care much.

It's just that now, the gap between them and Yechen is too great, and they don't even have the qualifications to say a word, and they missed the opportunity to make friends with each other.

There are also people who are envious, the wealth of the masters of the Chixia Sword Sect has been robbed just like that. You must know that for these disciples, it is a rare honor to be appreciated by the masters and give them any treasure. .

Soon, Lan Wen and the others flew up and flew back to Yechen's side,
Yechen looked at Yang Chixia and said, "I'll take your storage ring myself, or you should take it off yourself."

The tip of Yechen's sword shone with a faint silver light. It was obvious that the so-called taking it by oneself meant cutting off his fingers.

Yang Chixia's body was trembling, but facing Yechen's calm gaze, he slowly took off the storage ring in his hand with trembling hands.

For a martial saint, there is no treasure, more important than life.

"Plop!" Suddenly, Yang Chixia, who had taken half of the storage ring, knelt down in front of Yechen.

Ye Chen said indifferently: "Kneeling is useless, don't you want to hand it over? It seems that I have to take the storage ring myself."

"My lord!" Yang Chixia suddenly said excitedly, "Please, please take us away."

"Huh? What does that mean?" Ye Chen was amused.

Yang Chixia said in a deep voice: "This Hu Xinhai is the confidant of the suzerain of the Minghai Sect, the second-level sect. He died with me, and I can hardly explain to them. In addition to losing the original fruit, he will definitely kill my Chixia." Jianzong vented his anger. I Chixia Jianzong is doomed, so why not go to the chaotic place with your lord, so as to survive."

Ye Chen said indifferently: "You are a late-stage Martial Saint, the head of a level 3 sect, what can he do to you?"

"My lord?" Yang Chixia looked at Yechen in astonishment and asked, "Did you grow up in a chaotic place, my lord? That's why you don't know the dark camp."

"Probably." Yechen said noncommittally.

"My lord!" Yang Chixia continued, "In the dark camp, the upper-level sects have absolute control over the lower-level sects. For example, I can kill the sect leaders and all disciples at level 4 and below at will. People from the sect want to kill me, and they also have absolute power, no one can save me. So once you offend the superior sect, you can either die or flee. For us, the only place where we can escape is the land of chaos."

"Oh!" Yechen replied flatly, "So, if I don't kill Hu Xinhai, you will only be punished, but if I kill him, you will definitely die."

"Yes, my lord, and my deputy head is actually the eye of the Minghai sect. Now he has gone to the Minghai sect. It only takes 3 hours to go back and forth. Please make a quick decision, my lord." Yang Chixia said.

Yechen squinted at him, thinking about the authenticity of Yang Chixia's words, and at the same time thinking about the pros and cons of accepting them.

For a master in the late stage of martial arts, Ye Chen is still very excited. He has a higher level of cultivation and a longer life, which is far more useful than Lian Qishan.The most important thing is that he has a better understanding of the second-level sect and the first-level sect.

Just bringing them along will be a burden, and I can only escape to the chaotic place.

"Please forgive me, my lord." Down below, countless people bowed to Ye Chen.

Yechen rubbed his nose, and suddenly cursed: "Are you fucking thinking that after becoming my subordinate, I can return the things to you, and I'll tell you, don't think about it."

Yang Chixia said in a deep voice: "My lord, we just want to survive. As long as you take us in, everything will be at your disposal."

Everyone below said in unison: "My lord, we just want to survive."

"My things are naturally at my disposal." Yechen muttered.

Down below, Meng Qiongxiao flew into the sky in a strange manner, then knelt in front of Yechen and said: "Please forgive me, take us in, Chixia Sword Sect, I am willing to serve you."

In this world where the weak and the strong prey on the strong, everyone thinks about survival and death. Compared with life and death, all honors and disgraces are obviously not very important. Many women with poor talents will choose to cling to powerful men in order to survive , even if the man is ugly, it is better for them than marrying a handsome and incompetent man.

And Yechen, who is so radiant, is the most perfect man in the girls' hearts, and also the most powerful young man they have ever seen.

It's just that it's very inconvenient for Yechen to drag his family with him.

After thinking for a while, Ye Chen said in a deep voice, "You can take it away. I will only take away the elites and experts, and the rest will be dismissed on the spot. Let them run now, as far away as possible."

For ordinary disciples, Ye Chen looked down on them. The strength of this kind of martial arts disciples is not very good, but they must have a good ability to fake tigers. The sixth-level sect Tiantumen they encountered back then were all so arrogant, let alone A disciple of Level 6 sect.

Yechen doesn't want to bring a group of idiots who call every day that my backer is Yechen, I'm going to bully you, and then cause trouble everywhere.

Yang Chixia was overjoyed and said, "Thank you sir, thank you sir. Please allow me to go down and make arrangements."

Yechen said indifferently: "A quarter of an hour."

"Yes!" Yang Chixia said.

Take your treasures with you.What they have to do is to take away the secret books that the sect has collected for many years, but this kind of thing does not take long. The main time is used to select elite disciples, as well as the family members and descendants of their sect masters.These all take time.

As for the members of the Chixia sect who were acting outside the sect, they couldn't take care of them anymore. Even if Yechen was willing, Yang Chixia didn't dare to stay and wait.

I only hope that they will be lucky enough to escape the purge of Ming Haizong, although this hope is very slim.

This time, Yechen did not continue to use the king-class Feiyun treasure ship, but threw out a bigger and faster Feilong treasure ship.

Leaving Lan Wen to continue watching, Yechen dragged the Six Meishan Monsters who had recovered from their injuries into the treasure ship, and left them on the deck.

"Hehe, you've all died once, tell me, how does it feel?" Ye Chen smiled as he looked at the six people who were tied up like rice dumplings.

(End of this chapter)