Chapter 162 Longquan Sword and Ten Thousand Soldiers Arrive at the DPRK
"You actually dare to come out?"
Cheng Liang was ecstatic after seeing Ye Chen.
This kid is so stupid and hopeless!
Doesn't he know that the arbiter Xu Wenjun has arrived?
Does he really think that with the inheritance he just received, he can fight against the masters of the Holy Realm?
It's really ridiculous.
"Hmph, you took something that shouldn't be yours, and you still insist on it. If you had handed it over earlier, you might still be alive. As for now, there is only one way to die!"
Situ Lie also had cold eyes.
"Any cultivator who enters the inheritance mountain range can try the inheritance. None of you have tried it in so many years. Does it make you feel unbalanced because I got it?"
Ye Chen shook his head, full of sarcasm, "It turns out that this is the mentality of you cultivators from three mountains and five ridges. It is really the same as where you were born. It is so ridiculously narrow-minded!"
With three mountains and five ridges, in terms of territory, it was simply incomparable to the Xiaoyue Dynasty.
After all, the Xiaoyue Dynasty occupies two-thirds of Beizhou!
Moreover, within the three mountains and five ridges, there are mountains crisscrossing the area, almost all of which are ridges and basins.
People of the Xiaoyue Dynasty liked to use the word "narrow" to describe the cultivators who lived in three mountains and five ridges.
"Are you a cultivator from the Xiaoyue Dynasty?"
Xu Wenjun put his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on Ye Chen with a sneer, "It seems that you still have some skills, but I don't know if you can take my move later!"
"You are serious. With your level of killing three times, I'm afraid you can kill this kid instantly with just one look, not to mention a move, and he will die without a place to bury him!"
Situ Lie smiled and complimented.
Xu Wenjun didn't care, his voice was still cold, "I'm not interested in knowing your name or where you are from. I heard that you have received the inheritance of nine rays of light. Hand over the inheritance immediately, and I will consider letting you die easier."
"Hand over the inheritance?"
Ye Chen sighed with sad eyes, "You are really a bunch of toads with narrow vision. If you want to inherit, then get it yourself. I don't mind, I will kill you all!"
"Hahaha, is this kid so scared?"
"He will also kill us all. Does he know what he is talking about?"
"This Lord Arbiter has reached a level beyond his imagination. There is such a huge gap in strength. Why is he so arrogant?"
"I heard that cultivators from the Xiaoyue Dynasty generally have trouble with their brains."
The surrounding cultivators also gathered here.
They were sarcastic and sarcastic, with disdain in their eyes.
In their opinion, Ye Chen, who was in a desperate situation, had no possibility of turning around.
It’s nothing more than choosing a way to die!
"I hope you can still speak so loudly before you die."
Xu Wenjun showed a playful smile. To him, this was just a game. The young man in front of him seemed stubborn, but in fact he was just a tough guy. Xu Wenjun had seen many such people.
The harder the bone, the more interesting it is to torture!
Ye Chen raised his hand, the Najie's light flashed, and a sword with a dragon pattern engraved on it appeared in his hand.
As soon as the Longquan Sword came out, dozens of dragons immediately entrenched themselves, and together they released a terrifying wave of energy.
boom! boom! boom!
The air waves rolled and rushed into the sky.
At the same time, golden light shone inside Longquan Sword.
Evil spirit, awe-inspiring!
"Huh? This sword..."
Xu Wenjun was well-informed and could see the extraordinary qualities of this sword with just one glance.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Even Situ Lie trembled, with greed in his eyes.
Just by looking at the aura of this sword, you can tell that it must be good.
Unexpectedly, this kid is not very advanced, but he has a lot of treasures!
Zheng!
The golden light contained in the Longquan Sword soared into the sky, like a strong wind, dispersing the fog gathered in the void, and then spread towards the entire Divine Weapon Cemetery at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The entire Divine Soldier Cemetery was covered in golden light.
This momentum is greater than imagined!
"I don't even need the inheritance, I just want this sword!"
Situ Lie had strong thoughts in his mind, and driven by instinct, he took a step forward, and the aura around him exploded.
A greed that cannot be concealed is gathering crazily.
Xu Wenjun turned his head and glanced at Situ Lie.
It was this look that made Situ Lie feel like he had fallen into an ice cave, and all the hot thoughts in his mind disappeared without a trace.
Xu Wenjun's meaning is very simple.
I am the arbiter, everything that happens here is decided by me!
No matter how many treasures this kid has, they must pass through my hands before I can make a decision.
Anyone who dares to go any further is a provocation to me!
"This sword is very strong, but it's a pity that you can't exert its power."
Xu Wenjun put away the pity in his eyes and became cold and murderous, "I won't let you die easily before you ask about the inheritance. Don't worry, you will experience the most terrifying torture in the world!"
"You can, take a look around."
Ye Chen held the Longquan Sword and smiled wildly.
"Um?"
Xu Wenjun instinctively thought that this was a way for the other party to divert attention.
But soon, there were screams all around him, and he realized that something was wrong.
When he raised his head, he was shocked to find that tens of thousands of magical artifacts had gathered from all directions, led by hundreds of sacred magical artifacts, each of which was extremely vast.
As for those Xuanpin magic weapons, they are even more murderous.
"How is this going?"
Xu Wenjun shouted, extremely puzzled.
Not only him, but also Situ Lie and Cheng Liang looked puzzled.
They simply couldn't figure out why this was happening.
In the Divine Weapon Cemetery, there should be some magic weapons that have lost their owners. As long as they can pass the test of the remaining consciousness, they can get these magic weapons and identify their owners. But why are these magic weapons floating out of thin air at this moment?
It feels like...all the nations are coming to court!
All countries are worshiping the emperor!
The Longquan Sword with golden light in Ye Chen's hand is the Emperor.
It’s from this place, the King of Magical Weapons!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
All the magic weapons were trembling slightly, bursting out with unparalleled power.
As if they only need an opportunity, they will burst out in anger and destroy everything in the world!
Xu Wenjun noticed this evil aura and began to sweat on his forehead.
If all these magical weapons were attacked and killed in an instant, it would be really difficult to survive given my own level!
Nonsense, what do you think this is?
There are hundreds of sacred magical instruments and thousands of mysterious magical instruments!
Kill them all together in a mighty manner.
Destroy the world and destroy all things!
"Lord Arbiter, what... should we do now?"
Situ Lie's back felt cold, and his heart sank to the bottom.
What is this sword?
Why can I order all the magic weapons here?
They want to break the scalp, but they can't think of a way to break it, let alone the reason.
Xu Wenjun didn't speak. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and down his cheeks. It fell to the ground with a thud and was absorbed by the soil.
The next moment, Ye Chen waved the Longquan Sword in his hand, and the strong sword energy suddenly rose. He suddenly burst out with a commanding temperament, like an emperor on his own, giving the order to charge!
The entire Divine Soldier Cemetery was shaking crazily and the earth was shaking!
All magical weapons launched a charge!
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, locking clubs, giant axes and war hammers...a series of dazzling magic weapons, as if they were suddenly endowed with spirituality, ruthlessly killed many cultivators in the field, without any mercy!
"Oops...Oops!"
Xu Wenjun's scalp exploded and his body trembled.
Feeling this surging aura, which was like the general trend of heaven and earth, Xu Wenjun felt more and more that he was really insignificant, like a small boat in the storm. If he didn't pay attention, he would be destroyed.
Even a Saint Realm master like him was aware of fear, not to mention other cultivators.
What awaits them will be a massacre!
laugh! laugh! laugh!
The light and shadow of swords intertwined.
Several cultivators were unable to avoid it and were instantly pierced.
However, this is just the beginning!
War hammers smashed down, giant axes chopped, long sticks swept across, pagodas suppressed... countless magical weapons, under the command of Longquan Sword, killed these practitioners. They had no pain, no emotions, and only one target!
Kill, kill all these intruders!
"No!"
Xu Wenjun shouted loudly and moved around, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the cracks.
However, he was soon overwhelmed by dozens of holy magic weapons!
