You've got the wrong person

Meanwhile, in another corridor on the second floor of the underground palace.

Ye Chen, dressed in snow-white clothes, was strolling leisurely on the smooth bluestone slabs.

A compassionate smile that made people feel like a spring breeze still hung on the corner of his mouth.

However, these clean bluestone slabs were forcibly waded out using the flesh and blood of the person in front of him.

The blind sword attendant Bai Zhi walked three feet in front of Ye Chen like a marionette without pain.

Her rough grayish-white linen sword robe had long been torn to pieces by the hidden weapons and poisonous water in the underground palace.

The white silk covering her eyes was constantly dripping with dazzling blood.

Just now, when passing through a "Rotten Bone Poison Forest", in order to block the poisonous thorns shooting all over the sky for Ye Chen, Bai Zhi forcefully smashed open a bloody path with her physical body.

At this moment, her exposed cold white skin was covered with dark wounds deep to the bone.

"Bai Zhi."

Ye Chen stopped in his tracks.

He stretched out his slender, jade-like hands that were not stained with half a speck of dust, and touched Bai Zhi's rough back neck full of sword scars extremely gently.

His gentle voice revealed heartbreaking pity.

"Does it hurt? For the sake of the common people in the world, and for my great cause of eliminating demons and defending the Dao, you have suffered."

Bai Zhi's thin, delicate body trembled violently.

She hugged the broad-bladed heavy sword covered with cracks in her arms tightly, and a sickly holiness appeared on her cheeks covered with white silk.

"It doesn't hurt... To be the light in front of the Daozi, Bai Zhi is willing to die ten thousand times."

Her voice was hoarse, but it revealed sweetness.

Ye Chen's slender fingers gently rubbed the beating veins on her neck.

However, in his compassionate eyes, there was not a trace of temperature, like ten thousand years of black ice.

"The foundation of the early stage of the Golden Core is not bad. After forcefully resisting two absolute killing formations, there is still forty percent of the spiritual power left in the body."

Ye Chen calculated extremely calmly and cold-bloodedly in his heart.

He withdrew his hand and stuffed a blood-replenishing pill into Bai Zhi's dry lips.

"Let's go, the third floor is ahead. Heretical demons will definitely be executed."

...

The third floor of the underground palace, Weeping Blood Marionette Formation.

In the huge circular hall, hundreds of millions of dark red silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye were suspended.

The air was filled with a suffocatingly sweet and greasy smell of blood.

Mo Bufan tumbled out from the left passage.

When he saw the densely packed silk threads in the hall clearly, his scalp instantly exploded.

"Ancient Absolute Killing Formation?!"

He didn't hesitate at all, fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed out a large mouthful of rich essence blood.

"Blood Shadow Bone Shedding Art!"

That mouthful of essence blood instantly turned into a blood-colored clone identical to him in mid-air.

The clone let out a shrill scream and actively met those weeping blood silkworm threads.

Countless red threads instantly pierced the blood shadow clone into a hedgehog like wildly growing seaweed, frantically devouring the spiritual power in it.

Meanwhile, Mo Bufan's main body took advantage of the breath of an opening when the formation was attracted by the clone, and like a slippery loach, stuck to the edge of the dark red stone wall, and slipped into the blind spot of the formation with extreme thrill.

Almost at the same time.

In the right passage.

Bai Zhi wielded the broad-bladed heavy sword and directly stepped into the edge of the formation.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—!"

More than a dozen weeping blood silkworm threads instantly pierced her shoulders and thighs.

She let out a muffled groan suppressed to the extreme, but bit her teeth tightly. The vast sword qi of the early stage of the Golden Core explosively erupted, forcefully cutting open a narrow crack that only allowed one person to pass through among the dense red threads.

Ye Chen's white clothes fluttered.

He didn't even draw his sword, but stepped on the footprints paved with Bai Zhi's fresh blood, and passed through that crack extremely elegantly and calmly.

Gu Yang, who followed behind using the illusion formation, took all this in.

A trace of extremely indifferent appreciation flashed in his deep black eyes.

"One relies on the Demon Venerable's secret technique to shed his shell like a golden cicada, and the other relies on a brainwashed meat shield to forcefully open a path."

Gu Yang commented coldly in his heart.

"This so-called Son of Heaven's Mandate's luck and methods are truly enviable."

Envy was envy.

But since they were on his turf, these two vicious dogs had to bite according to his rules.

Gu Yang's gaze fell on the huge bluestone altar below.

Mo Bufan on the left was groping along the stone wall towards the altar.

Ye Chen on the right was also approaching the same destination under Bai Zhi's cover.

As long as the two took another twenty steps forward, their line of sight would be blocked by the huge stone pillar in the center of the altar, perfectly missing each other.

How could this do.

Gu Yang's slender fingertips flicked slightly.

An extremely hidden divine sense fluctuation, which couldn't even be considered a breeze, followed the formation lines of the "Small Formless Illusion Formation" and silently landed on the edge of that stone pillar in the center of the altar.

It merely slightly twisted the refraction of light and shadow.

The blind spot that should have been blocked by the stone pillar underwent an extremely subtle shift in the retinas of the two.

...

Mo Bufan endured the stinging pain in his divine soul and just bypassed the stone pillar.

A dazzling snow-white abruptly reflected in his pure white blood pupils.

White clothes surpassing snow, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Ye Chen.

The distance between the two was no more than ten zhang.

The moment their eyes met.

The air in the entire third-floor hall seemed to have been completely drained.

Ye Chen's face, which originally hung a compassionate smile, instantly twisted when he saw clearly Mo Bufan's washed-out cyan cloth clothes and the bone sword emitting dark red demonic qi on his back!

Yin Yang Tomb.

That sky full of black fire, that severed right arm, that extreme humiliation of his always flawless Dao heart shattering explosively!

That person who snatched the Good Fortune Fruit.

The other party's extremely arrogant mockery before leaving, as well as this foul-smelling demonic qi unique to the Blood River Sect, had long been carved into his bone marrow!

"Blood River Sect! Mo Bufan!"

In this place where there were no others and no need for disguise.

Ye Chen's voice was like a cold wind blowing out from the Nine Nether Hell, revealing a resentment that couldn't be washed clean even if the water of the Three Rivers were poured out.

His eyes were instantly covered with red blood streaks.

This demonic cultivator not only crippled him in the Yin Yang Tomb, but now actually ran to Holy Heaven City, wanting to lay a finger on his serendipity!

New hatred and old grudges explosively erupted like a volcano at this moment!

"Die!"

Ye Chen didn't have any nonsense at all.

He couldn't even wait for Bai Zhi to clear the mines.

The quaint "Compassion" longsword on his back let out an earth-shattering dragon roar and instantly unsheathed.

The dazzling, vast sword qi like a scorching sun, carrying the terrifying pressure of tearing the void, directly forcefully plowed out a several-zhang-deep gully in the bluestone floor between the two, and chopped down at Mo Bufan's head!

Mo Bufan was completely dumbfounded.

His pure white blood pupils contracted violently, and his mind was blank.

Who the fuck is this?!

This mad dog-like white-clothed sword cultivator didn't even say a polite remark when they met, and directly used a life-risking killing move?!

Moreover, the other party actually called out his deeply hidden true identity in one mouthful!

"You've got the wrong person!"

Mo Bufan roared.

But that terrifying vast sword qi had already reached the top of his head.

He didn't have time to explain at all, and could only frantically squeeze the demonic qi in his dantian, placing the bloodthirsty bone sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Boom—!!!"