Chapter 1672 Xiao Family, wanted order!
"My subordinate is here!"
A one-eyed old man stepped forward.
"First! Issue a worldwide warrant for this boy's arrest!"
"Any force that finds this boy and informs the Xiao family will be a friend of the Xiao family from now on!"
"Second, inform the Ye family that Ye Shitian was shot dead by the Xiao clan's Emperor Shenyu!"
"If you don't agree, come to the Xiao clan to argue!"
"Secondly, if the Ye family continues to protect Ye Beichen, they will become enemies of our Xiao family and will fight to the death!"
"third!"
Speaking of it.
Xiao Liuguo paused, his eyes became extremely sharp!
He glanced at everyone present and said, "Everyone here, listen up! Anyone, any force!"
"If you know Ye Beichen's whereabouts but don't inform the Xiao family, you are making an enemy of the Xiao family!"
"Helping Ye Beichen means becoming an enemy of the Xiao clan!"
The old man's eyes became colder and colder: "Little bastard, I want to see how you survive this time!!!"
……
News that a wisp of Emperor Shenyu’s spirit is still alive!
Like an earthquake, it spread throughout the entire primordial world in an instant!
Immortal clan, main hall.
Several old men were kneeling on the ground. Sitting in the first seat was an octogenarian who looked like a skeleton, with extremely solemn eyes!
"Are you sure that it is the clone of Emperor Shenyu?"
The old skeleton said.
Several elders at the seventh or eighth level of the Dao-Sacrificing Realm kowtowed hurriedly, "Grandmaster, it is absolutely true!"
"The Great Emperor Shenyu personally took action and shot an arrow through the void. The Chaos Body... is suspected to be seriously injured!"
"If it weren't for the imperial tower, I'm afraid..."
The expression on the old skeleton man's face changed for a while: "Pass the order down, anyone or anything related to Ye Beichen must cut off all ties with the Immortal Clan!"
……
On the endless snowy plateau, the Snow Tribe.
"So, the Chaos Body is injured?"
An old woman holding a black ice cane.
Countless Snow Clan leaders were standing around the Dragon Palace-like hall!
Everyone's expression is different!
The old man kneeling on the ground nodded: "To reply to the ancestor's words, that's right!"
"Ye Beichen was seriously injured by an arrow from the soul of Emperor Shenyu. I'm afraid he will be disabled if not dead!"
The old woman nodded: "Our chance has come, what are we waiting for?"
"Gather the Snow Clan at the Dao-Sacrificing Realm immediately and search for the whereabouts of this boy!"
"This boy has the Chaos Mother Stone in his hand, and he himself is a Chaos Body! We must find this boy before everyone else does!"
……
Deep inside the Gu family, there is a very simple stone hall.
There were two figures in total, an old man in cloth clothes, with his eyes closed and resting!
A handsome young man stared at the old man and said solemnly: "Ancestor, my chance has come. I don't want to lie dormant any longer!"
"That Chaos Body is seriously injured. Now is my best chance!"
The young man was Gu Yiming!
The old man in plain clothes did not answer.
After a long while, he slowly uttered: "Are you sure, is this a chance?"
Gu Yiming frowned: "Ancestor, what do you mean?"
"The Xiao family's Emperor Shenyu personally took action and Ye Shitian was wiped out on the spot!"
"Ye Beichen was also seriously injured. He must be like a frightened bird right now. Find a place to hide!"
"As long as I find Ye Beichen first, the Chaos Body and Chaos Mother Stone will be mine, as well as the Emperor Tower... That sword is also suspected to be made of Immortal Emperor Gold. These two things will definitely help my grandson embark on the path of invincibility!"
Say the last sentence.
Gu Yiming clenched his fists, and his bones creaked.
He is very excited!
After lying dormant for more than one billion years, the opportunity finally comes!
"Ugh……"
The old man in plain clothes sighed and said, "Yiming, the ancestor has deduced the fate of this boy and found that he has no fate!"
Gu Yiming frowned: "No fate? Doesn't this mean that he is doomed this time?"
"No no no!"
The old man in plain clothes shook his head: "Throughout the ages, only those above the Great Emperor Realm have no destiny!"
Gu Yiming took a deep breath and said, "Hiss! Old Ancestor, what do you mean?"
"This boy will become a great emperor in the future!" said the old man in plain clothes.
"impossible!!!"
Gu Yiming almost roared as he said this.
Shock!
Can't believe it!
Shocked!
Frightened!
In the end, all of it turned into a deep jealousy. He was unwilling to accept it, really unwilling to accept it: "Ancestor, it's fake, it's all fake!"
"You lied to me, didn't you? Old Ancestor, you lied to me, didn't you?!!!"
The old man in plain clothes sighed and said nothing.
Gu Yiming's voice was hoarse: "Ancestor, where is my fate?"
The old man in plain clothes glanced at him and said: "You have been in a bloody disaster recently. Take a step back and you will live. Take a step forward and you will die!"
Gu Yiming's eyes narrowed and his breathing became rapid: "Ancestor, this won't happen... It won't be like this!"
"Oh, Yiming, give up."
The old man in plain clothes shook his head: "You and Ye Beichen are not at the same level at all!"
"If you concentrate on your retreat, after a while, the envoy who comes once every 10 billion years will descend upon the Primordial Realm. As the representative of the Gu Family, you will have the opportunity to take that step in the future!"
"Ye Beichen is not someone you can mess with. Just like the Emperor Blood Races from the Original True Realm, you can't mess with them!"
"To provoke this boy is to bring about one's own destruction!"
The last sentence was spoken by the old man in plain clothes in a sonorous and powerful way!
Gu Yiming was silent!
After an unknown amount of time, he gave a bitter smile and said, "Grandmaster, I won't provoke him..."
……
Deep in a primeval forest.
Ye Beichen sat cross-legged, and there was a shocking hole the size of a bowl at the position of his heart!
Blood keeps flowing out of the wound!
Tick-tick, tick-tick, it falls to the ground!
Disperse immediately!
Chaos blood cannot touch the ground. Once it touches the ground, it will immediately dissipate between heaven and earth!
"Boy, it's been half a day, can't your wound heal yet?" Qiankun Prison Tower spoke.
Ye Beichen shook his head with a pale face: "That divine arrow contains the Dao injury of the Great Emperor Realm, just like the Dao injury of the Sacrifice Dao Realm that I was hit with last time!"
"It will take a while to recover!"
"Besides, due to my Dao injuries, my martial arts strength is probably only one-third!"
Qiankun Prison Tower said solemnly: "Don't take risks like this again. The Emperor Blood Race is too treacherous!"
"The ancestor died because of me!"
Ye Beichen gritted his teeth and said, "Prison No. 7 has been destroyed. My parents, Senior Sister, Ruoyu, Sheyue... they are all dead!"
"Xiao family, hahahaha! In this life, I, Ye Beichen, will only do one thing, and that is to kill everyone in the Xiao family!!!"
Boom——!
A terrifying murderous intent spread out!
Above the sky, a blood cloud gathered, filled with murderous intent!
"it's here!"
Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded!
"Hahahaha, Ye Beichen you are really injured. We are the first ones to find this kid. Quickly notify the ancestor!"
As soon as the words fell, dozens of figures rushed over from all directions!
Their strength is above the fifth level of the Dao Sacrifice Realm!
The moment these figures appeared, the surroundings turned into a world of ice and snow, and the temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees!
next second.
The whole world is blocked!
"You did a great job. We, the Snow Clan, should be the first to find the Chaos Body!"
An old woman leaning on a black ice cane slowly walked out of the crowd, with a playful smile on her lips: "Mr. Ye, should I invite you, or do you want to come with us?"
"By the way, if I take action!"
"Young Master Ye might die! After all, whether the Chaos Body is dead or alive does not affect the power of the Chaos Blood!"
The wrinkles on the old woman's face were squeezed into a chrysanthemum: "Mr. Ye, what do you think?"
