As for whether Mr. Chen would hide his own private interests, there is no need to worry about this. Since he has made a vow with the heart of martial arts, if he wants to deceive, he will definitely pay a price. If he makes his heart of martial arts flaw, he will probably have no chance of being the emperor in his life.

It can be said that as long as this first-hand information can be obtained, the three of them will definitely gain a chance in the subsequent battle for the great way and will have a better chance to win the emperor.

As soon as he thought of this, both the middle-aged woman and another man couldn't help but stare at the stone demon with fiery eyes, as if in front of him were not the demons that everyone hated, but a plate of delicious fairy tasty.

At this moment, Old Chen, who was exploring the secrets in the sea of ​​stone demon consciousness, suddenly changed his face, and his aura suddenly burst out. The middle-aged woman and the man who were concentrating on suppressing the stone demon were caught off guard and were shocked.

"What!" The man was furious, thinking that Mr. Chen had found something amazing and was unwilling to share with them, so he started a strife and attacked them.

If this is true, it can only mean that Mr. Chen is short-sighted.

But after a glance, I found that the situation was not what I thought, Mr. Chen’s condition...

"Old Chen seems... something is wrong." The middle-aged woman also noticed the situation and stared forward and spoke.

At this moment, two ripples of red blood flowed out from Old Chen's eyes. Not only that, his face turned red, and violent divine thoughts swept across like a tide, as if he was in a vain.

"Blood...blood is fierce!" Old Chen gritted his teeth and roared, staggering back, and could not stop driving. Then he fell down to the sky, and blood spurted in his mouth, and his breath quickly weakened.

"What?" The middle-aged woman was so beautiful that she instinctively investigated the surrounding situation. What does the word "blood" mean? The pseudo-emperor in the star realm naturally knew. That was the Demon Saint in the Demon Realm, and she was equivalent to the Great Emperor.

But... can the Demon Saint enter Xuantian Palace?

"Soul Forbidden!" Instead, the man was quick-thinking and suddenly thought of the key point, exclaimed: "There is a soul forbidden in this stone demon's sea of ​​consciousness, and we have fallen into the trap."

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she suddenly realized that it was not Xue Li who entered the Xuantian Palace, but that he left some restrictions in this stone demon sea of ​​consciousness, which led to Mr. Chen's poisonous hands at this moment.

"Save...save me!" Chen Lao's orifices kept spilling blood, and a sound of asking for help was made from his mouth. Even the two pseudo-emperors could clearly sense what power his divine thought was confronting.

And that power, needless to say, must have come from the Demon Saint Blood Li!

The middle-aged woman and the man looked at each other and saw the struggle in each other's eyes. The demon saints were so famous that they wanted to fight with them. They really didn't have the courage and confidence. Don't be able to save Mr. Chen at that time, it would be unprofitable to trap himself in.

But I watched Mr. Chen look indifferent and unbearable, and... Xue Li should have just planted a soul forbidden in the stone demon's sea of ​​consciousness, and the power it can exert should be limited.

After hesitating for a moment, the two of them shook their bodies together and came to Old Chen, each pointing out a finger, and pointing it to Old Chen's forehead.

The divine thoughts surged, and the two of them didn't care much at this moment. The soul and soul rushed into Mr. Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged woman and the man's faces changed.

After half an hour, the middle-aged woman and the man suddenly opened their eyes and gasped, and a pale appeared on their faces.

The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"I'm careless!" the middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, but who knew that Xue Li would leave a distraction in the mind of a semi-saint? Even if he was a demon saint, this practice was not without any burden to him.

Just a distraction caused the three pseudo-emperors to fall into a tough battle. The power that the other party could display may not be stronger than any of them, but the use of power was not as good as the three. What's more, the battlefield was Mr. Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Both the middle-aged woman and the man were a little restrained. Instead, the blood-rein distraction could be unscrupulous and let go.

Although this hard battle killed Xue Li's distraction, the price he paid was not small.

The man glanced at Mr. Chen, and a look of heartache appeared on his face: "Old Chen..."

The middle-aged woman also looked dim: "Although she has no worries about her life,..." When she said this, she sighed heavily.

"Let's find a place to settle down first." The man suggested.

"That's all."

A moment later, in a cave, the middle-aged woman entered the middle-aged woman and confirmed that there was no danger inside. Then she felt a sense of consciousness and sent a message out. After a while, the man entered here with the unconscious Mr. Chen, put him in a clean place, and then turned around and arranged it outside the cave.

This time, Mr. Chen was in a coma for three days and did not wake up slowly until three days later.

As a pseudo-emperor, although he was in a coma, he knew what his condition was. When he opened his eyes, the two companions next to him immediately came to his attention. The middle-aged woman said with concern: "Old Chen, how do you feel?"

Old Chen coughed lightly, sat up with his energy, and smiled bitterly: "This time I really lost a lot of rice."

Another man said: "Who would have thought that Xue Li had such a arrangement... Mr. Chen..."

Mr. Chen raised his hand and stopped: "I know my situation. I am afraid I can't participate in this battle on the great road again." His expression was quite free and easy, but whether it was the middle-aged woman or the man, he could see the deep loneliness in Mr. Chen's eyes and the flash of reluctance.

Who can be willing to do it? The battle for the great way can only encounter once every tens of thousands of years, and the opportunity that many pseudo-emperor strong men can't wait for after spending their entire lives. Finally, they had the opportunity to come in and reach the peak of martial arts, but how long it took to end up like this.

In the previous battle of the soul, although he received help from two companions to save his life, his soul was seriously injured. This injury has cut off his martial arts path, and the trauma on his soul may not be able to recover in this life. It is a matter of time before he falls into the realm of the pseudo-emperor.

It can be said that this battle for the Great Dao is nothing. Thanks to Mr. Chen’s own mental and mental cultivation, if someone with a slightly worse mindset encounters such a thing, he is afraid that he will go crazy immediately.

"It's a life, but if you can find such information, my sacrifice will not be in vain." Old Chen laughed at himself, then looked at his two companions with a solemn expression: "This information must be passed on no matter what, inform other colleagues, and let them be alert, and don't follow my footsteps again."

"Don't worry, if we meet someone else, we will definitely tell them." The middle-aged woman nodded solemnly.

The man sighed and said, "What a pity, if the Ethereal Bead can be used..." After they came in, they immediately discovered the disadvantages of the Ethereal Bead being unable to use, which led to the fact that such important information cannot be transmitted.

"You two have been with me for a few days. Don't delay here anymore. Please go out quickly. If you miss the opportunity, you will die. Don't quit. You can only trouble you with me."

The middle-aged woman said, "If Mr. Chen can trust me, I will try my best to protect Mr. Chen's safety."

Chen Laoyi smiled: "There is nothing that can't be trusted."

The middle-aged woman nodded, took out a world bead, and reached out to Mr. Chen with her bare hands and said, "I offended."

Mr. Chen relaxed and was instantly captured into a world bead.

In the cave, the middle-aged woman looked at each other with her only companion and said, "Go out, it's important to get together with someone else as soon as possible."

The man had no objection.

Inside the world bead, Old Chen's face was dull, and two lines of turbid tears slid down his cheeks...

In less than ten days after the Xuantian Palace was opened, wars broke out everywhere. Whenever the pseudo-emperor and the semi-saints met, they would basically fight.

The pseudo-emperors in the astral realm are still relatively restrained. After all, there are many semi-saints, and they know nothing about the situation in Xuantian Palace. They are in a state of backward intelligence and are not willing to cause trouble before they can find out clearly. However, if they have an absolute advantage in the number of people, such as Mr. Chen and others, they don’t mind cutting off one or two semi-saints.

Compared with the pseudo-emperors, the semi-saints are much more radical. If they have a slight advantage, they will look like they are going to kill them all.

In just ten days, as many as five or six pseudo-emperors and semi-saints fell in Xuantian Palace.

This number is extremely terrifying. You should know that for so many years, hundreds of millions of warriors from both races participated, and there were only a dozen or twenty pseudo-emperor semi-saint-level powerful people who died in battle.

The cruelty and bloody battle on the Great Road can be seen.

As time goes by, the pseudo-Emperor and the semi-saints continue to find companions in their respective camps and walk together. No matter how big the Xuantian Palace is, it has its own limits. Everyone is in the same secret realm, and there will always be times when they meet.

However, whether it is a pseudo-emperor or a semi-saint, as long as he dies in this Xuantian Palace, he will instantly turn into a mummy, as if he is exhausted by some force.

With the demise of the strong, the chaotic hazy aura in the huge tripod in the deepest part of the Xuantian Palace became more solid and the darkness that enveloped the surroundings became much fainter.

"Hu..." Yang Kai let out a light sigh in the Xiaoxuan Realm, and the green light on his body gradually disappeared, and the injuries left by the battle with the semi-saint of the demon clan finally recovered. Not only that, after digesting the experience and gains and losses of that battle, Yang Kai gradually realized his shortcomings.

After all, it was the first semi-saint who was in full swing to kill him. All the details were constantly replayed in his mind these days. Yang Kai was confident that if he was given another chance, he would definitely be able to win the semi-saint at the lowest price, and would not be so severely injured. However, if he wanted to kill the other party, he would still have to pay some price.

Power, still power! Now he is only the top-grade demon king's cultivation level. If he can be promoted to a semi-saint...
Chapter completed!