Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Earlier, Ye Chen came to the Patriarch of Hell to refine two shocking magic tools together. One of the magic tools was called the Mountain-moving Flag.
The flag had the ability to move and shift mountains. It could even summon groups of people from a world apart. As long as someone wielded this flag, they could summon over a thousand people from afar.
“That’s right!”
Ye Chen nodded lightly and said, “One flag is enough to summon 3,000 people. However, we need to set up the formation beforehand!”
The so-called Mountain-moving Flag was basically a Teleportation Formation that could teleport people thousands of kilometers away.
The flag was something that the four Heavenly Kings of the north, south, east, and west held when they were in the Immortal World. One flag could summon hundreds of thousands of people.
“So, what you’re saying is that you want to teleport the one million army through this flag?” The Patriarch of Hell saw through Ye Chen’s thoughts immediately.
“That’s right!”
Ye Chen smiled lightly, “Therefore, I’ll need to trouble you for the next two days. You must refine 360 Mountain-moving Flags!”
One flag could summon 3,000 people, and 360 flags could summon an army of a million. With this flag, a million soldiers would descend from the sky, and their might would definitely shake the world!
“360 flags…”
The Patriarch of Hell almost vomited blood when he heard that. His face twitched as he said, “You want to blow me up into a dried corpse to refine 360 flags in two days?”
“You don’t have to worry about that!”
Ye Chen waved his hand. Countless spiritual stones fell to the ground from his storage ring. At that moment, spiritual energy lingered in the room like mist.
“What about you? You can’t let me work alone!” The Patriarch of Hell looked unwilling.
“I have my own mission.”
Ye Chen smiled mysteriously. He lifted his hand and waved, appearing in another secret room.
An ancient and mysterious golden pagoda slowly appeared in his mind. The golden pagoda had a total of nine floors. Like an octagonal object, it had eight sides.
The pagoda was carved on each side, and the eight sides just so happened to be the Eight-Divisional Pagoda. They emitted an overbearing and ferocious aura, as if they wanted to suppress everything.
“The Eight-Divisional Pagoda!”
Ye Chen smirked, “This is the ultimate treasure of the Dragon Tribe. Once it’s refined, its power will be boundless and its power will be overwhelming. It can suppress all evil and heretics!
“With my Nascent Soul cultivation base, although I can’t fully restore the true power of the Eight-Divisional Pagoda, I can still use it to suppress the saints!”
After that, he took a deep breath, and the True Origin Energy in his entire body surged. He waved his hand, and numerous materials on the ground instantly shot over.
Terrifying True Origin Energy surged ceaselessly within the room, and it seemed as if divine lightning alternated between light and dark while a trace of the aura of supremacy had silently awakened.
…
Meanwhile, the outside world did not know about this at all. They were still arguing over the fact that all the Demon Kings had gathered together to attack Ye Chen.
In the Yangtze River’s Water Dragon Palace, a Demon King said, “Mad Southern Ye hasn’t expressed anything yet. Is he afraid now?”
It was the Wild Boar King.
As soon as he finished speaking, he received the support of many Demon Kings, “Hahaha, is there a need to guess? Mad Southern Ye must’ve been scared to death by the combined efforts of dozens of Demon Kings.”
“If he knew this would happen, he wouldn’t have done this in the first place. From the moment Mad Southern Ye killed the Black Mountain Ridge Demon, his fate was already decided!”
“If I were Mad Southern Ye, I would’ve rushed to the Yangtze River’s Water Dragon Palace earlier and kowtowed to apologize to us. The longer this drags on, the more we won’t forgive him!”
The Demon Kings became more excited as they spoke.
One of the Demon Kings shouted at the golden-winged roc through the air, “Roc King, haven’t you always been on Mad Southern Ye’s side? Why are you mute now?”
“Roc King, are you scared too?”
The golden-winged roc was instantly enraged, “Multi Colored King, are you provoking my Roc Tribe? When did I ever need you to tell me what to do?!”
…
Deep within the old forest in the northeast, a white-dressed woman stood in front of the stone wall and said softly, “Grandaunt, may I ask if you have agreed to Water Dragon Palace’s invitation?”
Although the lady’s voice was weak, there was a hint of anger in her tone. It was like a flame in the spring breeze.
“Sky-roaming Dragon King has gathered dozens of Demon Kings. The five immortals cannot reject him, but we can only agree to remain neutral!”
After a long while, an old voice came from the stone wall, “The northeastern immortals will neither attack Mad Southern Ye nor help him. He won’t be able to escape death. I advise you to focus on him less.”
The white-clothed woman could only sigh faintly when she heard that.
…
On the massive pagoda in Shanzhou, there was a dignified-looking man in a black dragon robe standing with his hands behind his back. He was looking in the direction of the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor with a gaze that seemed to be able to pierce through time.
He was the long lost Winner.
At that moment, a black energy dragon flew over from the sky. It turned into an armored man who knelt on one knee and said, “My lord, Ye is surrounded by enemies. Should we attack?”
“Attack?”
With a roar, his dragon robe fluttered in the wind, and his voice was indifferent, “Of course we will. If this person can’t even deal with a few dozen animals, I will make a move. However, I will let him die in my hands. I will suck the blood of his saint’s body and seize his dragon energy!
“Furthermore, Fengdu is going to be opened. It’s time to take back what I left behind back then!”
“…”
Time passed by in a flash. Ye Chen was still in closed-door cultivation when there was only one day left until the three-day agreement.
Meanwhile, Old Wang brought an old man in a purple robe with a purple-gold crown on his head to Star Group.
Ye Wen glanced at the Taoist priest behind Old Wang with caution and said slowly, “My brother is in closed-door cultivation. Can you wait?”
“We’re running out of time, and he’s still in closed-door cultivation?” Old Wang panicked.
“What’s the point of going into closed-door cultivation now?”
On the other hand, the Taoist priest behind him smirked coldly, “He’s only panicking when a disaster is imminent. Unfortunately, it’s too late!”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a cold voice, “I’ll give him another 15 minutes. For the sake of the safety of our human race, he must come out. Otherwise, don’t blame me for forcefully breaking in!”
Old Wang’s expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, an extremely cold voice came from behind everyone, “Do you dare to say it again?”
Old Wang and the Taoist priest turned around.
A teenager in white walked over slowly. His cold eyes were fixed on the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest’s expression turned grim, “What did you just say?”
“Do you dare to say it again?” Ye Wushuang looked into his eyes, leaving no room for doubt.
The Taoist priest laughed out of extreme anger, “How dare a junior like you speak to me in such a tone? Did I say anything wrong? Numerous Demon Kings have gathered and are about to march south. Yet, Mad Southern Ye is hiding like a coward in the name of closed-door cultivation…”
Boom…
Before he could finish speaking, the initially calm space suddenly shook violently. Then, an endless Sword Dao intent exploded from Ye Wushuang’s body.
A huge sword condensed from countless sword qi appeared out of thin air and slashed towards the Taoist priest with the might of lightning.
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