Chaos Emperor System

In the distance, several figures were approaching, and the leader was none other than Longyang Sanren.

At this time, Longyang Sanren was still a little depressed. He thought that without Ye Sangao's obstruction, he should be able to kill Jin Guang monk easily at this moment. He never thought that Jin Guang monk would forcefully break through and kill him with one punch. Boom.

After killing a lot, he fled.

The Sanren of Longyang brought people to chase after him, and happened to join the beggar on crutches.

Monk Jin Guang's eyes were wide open, looking at the people who were staring at him. Ye Hao, who was behind him, obviously sensed Monk Jin Guang's disordered aura, so he looked worried.

If Monk Jinguang is allowed to leave the level normally, then these people in front of him must not be their opponents.

But at this moment, Monk Jin Guang is forcibly leaving the customs, and he is under the force of backlash, so they probably have some extravagant hopes for survival.

Long Yang San exclaimed exasperatedly: "This is a good time for the two of you to run away again, you will die today!"

The beggar on crutches was also a little impatient, and said: "It's okay, if you don't tell me, go to hell and talk to Lord Hades. Anyway, I am more keen to kill you now than the power of the stars!"

Ye Hao sighed helplessly, with grief and indignation in his heart, he turned his head up to the sky.

Suddenly seeing a vortex slowly forming above the sky, he couldn't help exclaiming: "What is that?"

Longyang Sanren sneered: "This is a little trick many years ago, and it's still used to deceive people, is it interesting?"

The beggar on crutches also showed a sneer.

Monk Jin Guang raised his head, showing a surprised expression.

Seeing this, the beggar on crutches raised his head dubiously, but he didn't want to look up and couldn't look away anymore.

I saw above the sky, a jet-black vortex had formed, accompanied by astonishing spiritual power.

Longyang Sanren was puzzled, and laughed angrily: "Little beggar, why even you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was also attracted by the giant vortex above the sky, not only the four of them, but also others. When everyone was deeply attracted by this vortex, Ye Hao actually floated involuntarily.

Followed by Monk Jin Guang, beggar on crutches, Longyang Sanren and others.

Ye Hao looked at the ground, a little at a loss, because he couldn't control his body, and felt that the vortex was sucking him upwards.

The speed of movement was getting faster and faster, and when Ye Hao was about to turn into a stream of light and fly into the vortex, a gleaming golden palm rested on his ankle, and the two of them flew into the vortex as a stream of light middle.

Afterwards, the others turned into streamers of light and flew into the vortex.

The entire south of the medicine garden returned to calm.

West of the medicine garden.

No one dared to get close to the white-clothed swordsman exuding a strong sword intent. Didn't you see that two eighth-level monks who didn't know how to live or die just approached and were smashed to pieces by the sharp sword intent?

This sword intent can eat people!

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, the swordsman in white looked over his head with a feeling, and saw a huge vortex slowly forming.

The eyes of the others were also involuntarily attracted by the vortex.

Immediately afterwards, the swordsman in white involuntarily turned into a stream of light and charged into the vortex, followed by the others.

The west of the medicine garden is also calm.

Outside the tomb, the four stone gates were also closed abruptly, and the stone lions returned to their original positions.

Those who hadn't had time to try were wrapped in an inexplicable spiritual force and thrown into the river. The tomb of Emperor Xingyue was completely closed, and no one could enter.

In a magnificent palace, there were three people lying on the red floor tiles.

One was covered in golden light, one was wearing a white robe, and the other was wearing a black robe.

After a while, the young man in black was the first to wake up. He looked at the strange environment around him, stood up silently, and saw the two people beside him with a casual glance.

"This is the golden light monk and the white swordsman? Where is this place?"

Ye Hao tried to wake up the two people who were in a coma, but both of them had suffered backlash before, and they had used their spiritual power to injure their meridians, so their injuries were serious, and it would not be so easy to wake up for a while.

Ye Hao checked the pulse of the two of them and found that it was extremely disordered. He frowned slightly, remembering that the ancients once taught a kind of elixir, which can calm people's disordered pulse.

So he took out the Qiankun Bath Stove and put the Pill Stove aside.

Take out two batches of medicinal materials, put them into the enlarged alchemy furnace, pour in spiritual power, and start refining the alchemy.

An hour later, two gleaming fifth-grade pills quietly took shape, and a wave of spiritual power gradually dispersed from the pill furnace.

Ye Hao fed two pills to the two of them, and the pulse gradually calmed down.

After finishing all this, Ye Hao put away the alchemy furnace, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then began to look at this magnificent hall.

There are five steps in the east direction of the main hall, and above the steps is a golden throne. Apart from this throne, there are only four golden pillars left in the main hall to support the main hall.

On the opposite side of the throne is a golden gate, which is tightly closed and cannot be opened no matter how hard you try.

Reluctantly, Ye Hao gave up the plan to push the door out, cast his eyes on the throne, approached slowly, walked up the first step, boom, a heavy sense of oppression came from all directions.

Ye Hao found that he could not use any spiritual power under this sense of oppression, and seemed to be able to resist with his body.

Fortunately, his body was tempered by the power of the stars, so this sense of oppression did not bother him. After three breaths, he lifted his legs up and went up another layer.

Boom!

The pressure this time was twice that of the first floor, which made Ye Hao feel a little troublesome.

At the same time, he threw the wooden pipe towards the throne, thinking: "Is it so oppressive to just stand on the steps, and what if you sit on that seat?"

Take a deep breath and take another layer.

Boom boom boom!

Four times the oppressive feeling hit his whole body, he looked at his twisted palm, it seemed that four times was the limit of his body.

Ye Hao sneered and was just about to step forward again, when an emotionless voice came from behind him.

"Give up, this is already the limit of your physical body."

Ye Hao didn't look back, but he didn't move forward either.

It's not that Ye Hao didn't dare to turn his head back, it's just that he couldn't turn his head back. He felt a huge palm descending from the sky, trying to crush him. In order not to be defeated by that huge sense of oppression, he had to devote himself wholeheartedly. OK.

Thumb up!

The figure in white robe climbed three levels in a row, standing side by side with Ye Hao.

The corner of Ye Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought, "Why does this guy look so relaxed?"

The swordsman in white seemed to see through Ye Hao's mind, and said calmly: "My physique is different from that of ordinary people, so this little pressure is nothing to me."

After saying that, the white-clothed swordsman seemed to want to verify what he just said, and stepped lightly on the fourth floor with ease.