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Chapter 1069: The identity of the saints

This young man in black robe is naturally Ye Chen.

After breaking through the Void Formation, he knew that the three geniuses would try to snatch it away. In the end, the situation would only turn into a fight between the three gods. He was unable to intervene at all, and it would even attract the hatred of the three gods.

Therefore, Ye Chen appeared as a young man from the Saint Clan, fighting one against three to seize the Ice God Mirror by force.

The martial arts he just performed came from the Kun Pig totem.

Not long ago, the Black Devouring Martial Spirit mutated and transformed into a nine-petal demon lotus. In addition to being much more powerful, a martial arts move appeared in the depths of Ye Chen's mind: Holy Soul Wutian.

After Mr. Xue's explanation, Ye Chen understood that as long as a member of the Saint Clan was talented enough, he could awaken the three martial arts spirits. Each martial spirit also contained a mysterious martial arts move.

This martial art comes from the blood of the Saint Clan. It is unique and astonishingly powerful. It is the fundamental reason why the Saint Clan is superior to the nine major gods.

Now Ye Chen has used "Holy Soul Wutian", and although he has only obtained one or two of the essence, he is still overbearing and boundless, enough to repel the three geniuses and become the final winner.

At this moment, he stood in the void, his robes fluttering in the wind. He was so free and uninhibited that the three geniuses felt a deep sense of powerlessness. If any of them were to fight Ye Chen alone, they would be in trouble.

There will only be one result, death.

"Since the ancient war, the racial fire of the Saints has been extinguished. The remaining members of the Saints in various continents have also been killed one by one. I didn't expect that there would be such a fish that slipped through the net." Hua Chenyang

He endured the pain and stood up unsteadily.

His words echoed through the mountains, making everyone present's pupils shrink. They looked at Ye Chen in surprise. Is this young man in black robe actually a member of the Holy Clan?

When the saints were mentioned, many people couldn't help but shudder, their hands and feet felt cold, and their bodies couldn't move.

Although more than 100,000 years have passed since the ancient war, almost every race will record the details and pass them down from generation to generation, allowing future generations to know about this tragic history.

Today, the Holy Clan, which had disappeared for a long time, actually reappeared, and as soon as it appeared, everyone was shocked. With one against three, they faced off against three talented young people. The Saint Clan is as powerful as the legend, and it is not a sequel.

Make random things.

Ye Chen glanced at the ice peak behind him. Two-thirds of the ice mirror had been detached. It would take some time before he could completely subdue it.

"Bold madman, even though he is a member of the Holy Clan, he dares to act so arrogantly in an attempt to snatch the Ice Mirror. The smart one immediately caught him without any help." Ao Man shouted angrily, his face no longer showing the frustration of defeat, but changed.

Got to be arrogant.

From his point of view, the martial arts that Ye Chen used just now should be the secrets of the Saints that are not passed down, and they are guaranteed to be the best. He can accept it and will not feel extremely depressed if he loses to the martial arts of the Saints.

However, if he knew that in order to hide his identity, Ye Chen also had the Eternal Seal Ancient Pagoda and the Blood Formation Inscription, but had not used these two trump cards, he would probably have a different expression.

"The Ice Mirror is a thing of the Ice God Clan. You three gods can snatch it away, why can't I?" Ye Chen said mockingly, not hiding the fierceness in his eyes, oppressing the three of them.

"Sophistry!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, shocking the crowd.

But he saw Lou Chongxiao rushing out from the crowd, standing in the void, pointing at Ye Chen's nose and cursing: "You will also say that the Ice God Mirror is a thing of the Ice God Clan, then it belongs to the true spirit world, and according to the

As far as I know, the saints come from another world. Since they are outsiders, they naturally have no right to obtain the native things of the true spiritual world."

As he spoke, Lou Chongxiao raised his neck high, feeling that he was so smart that he could find this point of view, and his heart was filled with pride and elation.

But when these words fell into Ye Chen's ears, they felt a burst of sadness, feeling sad for the Ice God Clan.

Lou Chongxiao's talent is mediocre, and his nature is even more arrogant and domineering, but these are just a playboy at best, and will not cause the Ice God Clan to perish. However, his words are somewhat slavish.

He just said categorically that the Ice Mirror is native to the True Spirit World, so the Saints cannot snatch it away. However, at the same time, this sentence also tacitly implies that the Ice Mirror can be snatched by other races, which is justifiable.

This is basically an attempt to please the three major protoss and show that they will not participate in snatching the Ice God Mirror. This approach simply brings shame to the Ice God Clan and puts the Ice God Clan in an extremely humble position.

As expected, everyone in the Ice God Clan sighed slightly because of Lou Chongxiao's words. Uncle Ying's face was filled with shame, and he lowered his head, feeling extremely helpless.

"Humph!" Gao Chunqiu spit out a cold snort and said in a deep voice: "Who owns the Ice Mirror? There will definitely be a result, but now, we should focus on this young man from the Saint Race.

on the body."

"This boy is still young, but his talent is so amazing. He must be the ultimate genius of the Saint Clan. If we capture him and interrogate him, we might be able to find out the whereabouts of the other members of the Saint Clan."

As soon as Gao Chunqiu drank it, his body rushed out, hoping to get everyone's approval and applause, and gain both fame and fortune.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura bloomed, and in just a moment, a palm print appeared in front of Gao Chunqiu. The palm print was like a mountain, making Gao Chunqiu's body stiffen and roared: "Who dares to favor the people of the Saint Clan!"

The other strong men also took action one after another, and with continuous brilliance, they all aimed at the palm seal, but the palm seal was too strong. If they suppressed it, the attacks of these people were reduced to nothingness, and they were sent flying away by the earthquake.

The world was filled with a rich atmosphere, and suddenly, there was a voice accompanying it: "Ning!"

The words suddenly fell, and the crowd's bodies stiffened again. This time, they felt that the entire space had turned into a swamp, and they were trapped in it. Even time became still, as if eternity had stopped.

"Time stops, those who are strong in the Time Condensation Realm!" Duan Qiu and Su Lengyin have entered the Time Condensation Realm, and are well aware of the terror of the power of time. This power has surpassed the two of them and reached the eighth level of the Holy Path.

level.

Everyone turned away and looked towards the place where the sound came from. Behind Ye Chen, a voluptuous woman suddenly appeared. She was wearing a red dress, and her enchanting eyes were exuding a breathtaking light.

the power of.

"Zuo Qiumei!" the three clan leaders exclaimed, looking at the woman in the red dress, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if they felt that this person was still alive in the world, which was a strange thing that could not be explained by common sense.

"Haha, I didn't expect that after so long, you still remember my foolish wife, but I wonder if you can remember me?"

Before everyone could recover from the shock, a calm voice came from Bingfeng in an unhurried manner.

Looking around, I saw a handsome man standing on the top of the ice peak.

Wearing a brocade robe, he stood facing the wind, standing quietly like an ordinary person with no cultivation, giving people a sense of ordinaryness.
Chapter completed!
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