Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 431

There is a secret room deep underground in the backyard of the Ye family. A skinny old man with white beard and hair closed his eyes and suddenly opened his eyes. He stretched out his withered palm and grabbed the crutch beside him. The next moment, the person disappeared out of thin air.

In mid-air, Ye Qingxuan saw Ye Hongzhuang's cultivation suddenly skyrocket, her expression changed, her jade hand flipped lightly, and a crystal amber small sword appeared out of thin air. Just as she was about to block Ye Hongzhuang with the sword, a voice suddenly came from behind her. A sigh.

"Ugh."

Ye Qingxuan suddenly turned around, and when he saw the skinny old man behind him, his complexion suddenly changed, "Old Ancestor..."

"With me here, your son can't die."

The skinny old man with white beard and hair looked at Ye Qingxuan with eyes full of guilt.

"I just hope that you can promise the ancestor one thing afterwards."

"Old Ancestor, tell me."

The skinny old man said: "It is true that the Ye family felt ashamed of you for what happened back then. I hope you can see it for the face of the ancestor, and don't remember to hate the Ye family. In return, the ancestor will unconditionally agree to Mo Lin's three requests. You What do you think?"

Ye Qingxuan was overwhelmed by the flattery, and hastily saluted and thanked him: "As long as my son is safe, Qingxuan dares to have any unreasonable thoughts. The ancestor wishes to keep Lin'er safe, and Qingxuan is satisfied."

The skinny old man's real name is Ye Wentian. He lived in seclusion in the Ye family for 500 years and was never born. No one knows his cultivation strength. Ye Qingxuan only learned about this ancestor of the Ye family from his father Ye Tunjing.

In that year, the three barbarian kings of the Northern Man sneaked into the burial place, and the ancestor in front of the Ye Mansion door slapped him in the air. Two of the three barbarian kings died and one was injured.

The three barbarian kings are not high in realm, one is a fifth-level martial king, one is a sixth-level martial king, and the surviving one has just entered the eighth-level four spring and autumn.

That year, two hundred years ago.

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Mo Lin entered Ye's house, Ye Tunjing ordered all members of the Ye family to return to their respective residences, and no one dared to approach the nine-story courtyard directly outside the mansion.

No one dared to approach the onlookers.

The Ye family has strict rules and regulations. A family that has been passed down for thousands of years has its own set of rules and regulations.

But when he learned that Ye Qingxuan broke his oath, wounded a hundred Tsingyi guards, and escaped from the Star Pavilion, Ye Tunjing used the Ye family's secret method to secretly send an order to the Ye family's elder hall, and twenty or thirty titles of Ye Qingxuan were released. The elders and guardians surrounded the small courtyard in the shortest possible time.

Ye Tunjing was not worried about any accidents in the battle between Mo Lin and Ye Hongzhuang, he was worried about Ye Qingxuan.

He was afraid that Ye Qingxuan would suddenly intervene in the fight between the two. Ye Tunjing didn't care about a first-level martial king, but he had to be cautious about a third-level martial king.

In addition to the eighteen martial idiots, the 27 elder guardians of the Ye Family Old Hall are at least level nine Martial Ancestors, and two of them are also Martial King powerhouses. It's not difficult, after all, the lack of cultivation can be made up with numbers and magic tools.

Originally, only Ye Tunjing, brother and sister watched the exciting competition, but there were dozens of spectators invisibly.

Seeing that Ye Hongzhuang had temporarily raised his cultivation to the level of a fifth-level Martial King with the family's forbidden blood boiling technique, the expressions of those elders hiding in the shadows all changed.

The Boiling Blood Dafa is the first of the three most terrifying forbidden arts of the Ye family. It was created by an ancestor of the Ye family. It is said that this secret method was born out of the innate ability of the werewolves in the northern barbarians. Multiplied, the combat power will instantly soar by one or even several levels.

However, the monster's physical strength is strong, and after a period of weakness after being berserk, it will return to its original state.

Human martial arts do not have the strong physique of monsters, and the meridians and blood vessels are far less broad and tough than monsters. Once the blood boiling ability is used, the body will be severely injured, and the rapid acceleration of blood flow will also make people lose their minds and become mere melons. A beast that knows how to kill.

Back then, an ancestor of the Ye family lost his mind after using the blood-boiling ability, and killed more than 40 family disciples in a row. Finally, under the joint siege of the elder hall and the patriarch, he was finally subdued. Since then, The Ye family listed boiling blood as a forbidden technique, and no one is allowed to practice it.

Unexpectedly, Ye Hongzhuang, a genius of the Ye family who was loved by thousands of people, secretly practiced the forbidden technique of boiling blood.

What is even more unexpected is that in order to kill Mo Lin, he did not hesitate to use it.

Seeing that Ye Hongzhuang's cultivation level had risen to the fifth-level Martial King in a short period of time, all the elders of the Ye family were shocked, and there was an unconcealable horror in the depths of their eyes.

"Merlin's done!"

Everyone who saw this scene had the same thought in their hearts. At this moment, they saw Mo Lin rushing towards Ye Hongzhuang.

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One black and one red, the two figures collided under the raging soul flames.

There are no surprises.

Ye Hongzhuang, whose strength had been raised to the fifth level Martial King, pierced Mo Lin's body with the Twilight Sacred Sword in his hand like chopsticks inserted into tofu.

The sharp and slender sword passed through the body, leaving only the hilt on the chest.

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Ye Hongzhuang, who performed the blood boiling technique, was still conscious. When he saw Mo Lin who was pierced through the heart by a sword, his bloodshot eyes burst out with cruel and exciting light.

"Dead, you are finally dead! Mo Lin, I said, you will die today, and I will take back what belongs to me eventually! Hahaha..."

"is it?"

Mo Lin, who was pierced through his body, didn't die immediately, and he didn't even show a little bit of pain on his face, but the corners of his mouth were raised, evoking a charming arc.

"From the moment I entered the Martial King Realm, I swore to protect all the people around me who were kind to me. If anyone wants to kill me, I will kill. Ye Hongzhuang, you have violated my bottom line."

Mo Lin's voice sounded in Ye Hongzhuang's ears, but the voice did not come from Mo Lin's mouth in front of him, but from behind him!

"Hongzhuang, be careful!"

Ye Tunjing, who was standing by the window, suddenly roared, his body turned into a long rainbow, and went straight to the small courtyard. At this moment, Ye Tunjing's cultivation was fully released, and he was also the strength of a third-level Martial King!
It's too late.

When Ye Hongzhuang realized something was wrong, Mo Lin in front of him suddenly grabbed his arm holding the sword, and two prison dragon locks came out of the ground without a sound, wrapping around his legs. Then, he heard Hearing the harsh sound of sharp blades rubbing against bones, the clothes on his chest suddenly bulged, and then tore to the sides, revealing half of the knife tip.

Molin in front of him disappeared.

Mo Lin behind him seemed to have stepped over from a different plane, and his figure gradually became clear.

He held the Longya Knife in his hand, twisted it hard, and pulled out the knife violently. Blood mixed with crushed internal organs spurted out from the wound on Ye Hongzhuang's chest, like a fountain.

(End of this chapter)