The era of ruthless men

Chapter 452 The Goddess of the Tomb Sect, Murong Xiaoxiao
However, Ye Youwei naturally wouldn't make too many excuses for everyone's horror and their silly eyes. As soon as the scene came out, he went to Ziwei Xing's Yin Yang Sect.

The five-color altar is the masterpiece of the ancient emperors, how can it belong to anyone?This is not bullshit!

The Yin-Yang Sect is located on a majestic mountain, and some of the hills around the main peak are all practice places for slaves of the Yin-Yang Sect. The aura is surging, the mountains are covered with flowers and plants, and it is indeed a treasured place of geomantic omen.

And according to Ye Youwei's perception of the special power on the Five-Color Altar, the location is just behind a small peak on the right.

This peak is the farthest from the main peak, but there are more people than the main peak, and they are all cultivated to enter the path of slashing. The other peaks are all below the level of dragon transformation.

Obviously, their Yin-Yang sect has deep hopes for this five-color altar.

"Who is coming, sign up to come!"

"Those who trespass on my Yin-Yang Sect will be killed without mercy!"

"Even if you are far away, you will be punished!"

"Yes! Must be executed!"

As soon as he reached the range of the small peak, a group of people shouted, pointed and glared at Ye Youwei in the sky.

"It doesn't look like a good school at first glance." Ye Youwei looked down at the ugly and yelling corners of his mouth, dumbfounded. After these 5000 years, he seemed to feel that these guys were really mortals, and he couldn't get excited at all.

Swish!
With a wave of his hand, everyone was blown away, and the hills on the ground were in a mess!Some people were hung on the branches of trees, some people's heads were picked into the mud pond, and some people's clothes and pants were shattered, including some women...

Of course, Ye Youwei didn't kill anyone, just like what he said earlier, he didn't have the slightest intention to kill at all. After Beidou passed through the dark turmoil of the Taikoo tribe, his vision seems to be much wider now.

The so-called all living beings are fate, no matter where the fault is, as long as it does not really touch one's bottom line, then one can still forgive.

Ye Youwei fell slowly, and walked towards the five-color altar amidst the sound of everyone crying for father and mother.

"Boy! You're dead!"

But at this moment, a heavy shout sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe with gray temples appeared, holding a large luminous compass in his hand, and launched a fierce attack on Ye Youwei!
Swish swish!
The compass turns, and there are countless lights!
Ye Youwei raised his eyebrows, this aura... turned out to be an extreme weapon.

hum!
Shining golden light, Ye Youwei's Jingyan opened, forming an invisible big grip, and directly grabbed the person who came.

Although the opponent is an extreme weapon, his strength is nothing more than a great sage. Compared with Ye Youwei, the great sage, he is far worse, and he can clearly see the direction of every ray of immortal light of the opponent. This extreme weapon If you don't hit yourself, it means you don't have one.

Boom!

With a slap, the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect collapsed immediately, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the light of the compass dimmed, and Ye Youwei snatched it away in an instant.

"I didn't expect to get a perfect ultimate weapon. It's really an unexpected harvest, thank you." Ye Youwei smiled at the lost figure, and put the compass in his pocket.

puff!

Hearing the words, the Yin-Yang leader spewed out another mouthful of old blood, out of anger...

"Brother! This sect master has no enmity with you! Why are you so heartless!" the man shouted.

"You fucking beheaded me with extreme soldiers when you came up, and you still have no grievances with me? Believe it or not, I slapped your entire Yin-Yang sect in ashes?" Ye Youwei glanced at the leader.

"..."

Everyone gasped and couldn't help shaking their heads.

Strong, too strong!This guy is exactly the same as the barbarian ancestor in the legend!
Ye Youwei didn't talk nonsense with this group of people, activated the five-color altar and prepared to leave.

Swish!
However, at this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind, and a figure suddenly strung into the magic circle that Ye Youwei opened, and then jumped into the gate of the starry sky.

"It's the goddess of the Tomb Guard Sect, Murong Xiaoxiao!"

"Goddess!"

"Damn it! How did she come into this world! She also entered the starry sky gate together with that white-haired man!"

After the five-color altar disappeared after opening, everyone reacted and stared wide-eyed in disbelief!The Grave Guard faction can be regarded as an extremely mysterious force on Ziwei Star!

Like the Sacred Emperor lineage of the Taikoo Clan, it is a single lineage, and if it is not born, it will be nothing.

……

next destination.

Ye Youwei appeared on a desolate star again, the surroundings were silent, the sun could not even be seen, there was no light, only some subtle starlight.

It seems that he has already left the scope of the previous solar system.

And right next to her, an extremely beautiful woman stood, with soft hair and shawls, a bit of feminist domineering, soft and strong, her beautiful eyes were staring at Ye Youwei at the moment.

"Fuck!"

Ye Youwei turned his head and found that she was looking at him, he was startled and almost lost his wits.

"Girl, who are you?" Ye Youwei asked at this time.

"He was the one who wanted to kill you, but he is not now." Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes became flat, and there was an emotionless tone: "How do you go back to Ziwei Star, and what are the coordinates."

"Kill me?" Ye Youwei raised his eyebrows, and immediately said: "I want to find a way to heaven, to fight with my brothers, it seems that I didn't offend you, girl? Besides, it's my first time to Ziwei Xing!"

"You have that person's breath on you." Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly became cold.

"That person?" Ye Youwei frowned, could it be that this woman has some trouble with Xian'er, and this woman has a strong aura, and she has definitely entered the quasi-emperor realm, which made him vigilant a lot: "I don't know what the girl said Who is it?"

"Peng Ye." Murong Xiaoxiao said coldly, "It's been 5000 years since that heartbroken man left. Like me, you should have lived 5000 years ago to the present."

When he heard about Peng Ye, Ye Youwei understood the general idea at first, and after hearing about the heartbroken man, Ye Youwei had a complete epiphany. It turned out that it was Peng Ye who caused the affair!Fuck!Won't you ask me to wipe your ass?
"It's true to say that, but Peng Ye and I only met each other a few times, casual acquaintance, met by chance, girl, if you want to kill him, kill him, it has nothing to do with me!" Ye Youwei was serious nonsense.

This desire to survive is not weak!Or if you find it troublesome, step on your brotherhood!Shameless...

Even Murong Xiaoxiao glanced at Ye Youwei in front of her with beautiful eyes, and paused: "Even if it doesn't matter, it does matter now, you brought me here, have you thought about how to bring me back?"

"..." Ye Youwei was speechless, a little dumbfounded: "Didn't you follow me here? This is a random landmark, and it's not like the Big Dipper. If you pass it here, the ghost knows the distance from here to Ziwei Star."

Immediately, Murong Xiaoxiao was overwhelmed by Emperor Zhun's pressure, and he was about to strike.

"It won't help if you kill me now. Without me, you don't even know how to activate the five-color altar. Don't think that a high cultivation level is a big deal?" Ye Youwei glanced at the girl and said.

Ye Youwei is not afraid of her, but try not to use his hands if he can solve it with his mouth. It doesn't make any sense if it consumes too much, besides, this girl is also considered a human race.

Although her cultivation is quasi-emperor, the potential in her body is not that the old Tianmen sect master had little vitality left. This girl is similar to himself, and has a special potential.

(End of this chapter)