Genius Daddy in the City

Half an hour later, Daluo Palace.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sat at the top of the table. In front of them were a variety of delicacies, and a long-sleeved singer who was good at dancing.

Pei Qinglan, the emperor of Daluo, sat on the dragon chair and led a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen frequently.

Although Ye Chen was not very interested, he still responded with a smile because of the former's enthusiasm.

As if aware of his thoughts, Xiao Hei put down his wine glass and said calmly: "Your Majesty, the two of us are here today to ask for something."

Emperor Daluo understood instantly, then clapped his hands, and the singer in front of everyone immediately retreated.

The former then looked at Ye Chen in awe: "I wonder if Emperor Ye needs to use Xiao Wang for anything."

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Ye wants to borrow His Majesty's wormhole to go to the Tianfeng Sea. Is it possible?"

Emperor Daluo was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Ye Chen's request to be so simple, and then frowned.

"Of course you can, but Emperor Ye doesn't know something. The situation in Tianfeng Sea Area is a bit complicated, but there may be a need for me to wait."

The flattering intention behind his words is self-evident, not to mention that Ye Chen has helped him a lot before, here Ye Chen is a genuine emperor.

No dynasty is willing to give up the opportunity to make good friends with a powerful person in the Imperial Throne Realm.

Just as Ye Chen was about to decline, he heard Xiao Hei say: "If your Majesty really means this, you might as well lend us a few people."

Ye Chen couldn't help but look at him.

Xiao Hei whispered: "Master, since the Emperor's son is willing to help, we might as well borrow a few thugs from him to help us solve some trivial matters."

"I don't know who I want to borrow?" Emperor Daluo said in a daze.

A cunning look flashed in Xiao Hei's eyes: "I'll just lend you half of the power of Daluowu Holy Mountain!"

The so-called Wusheng Mountain is the residence specially built by the Daluo Dynasty for all the Wushengs in Daluo. It is also known as the first mountain in Daluo.

On the Martial Saint Mountain, there are more than thirty Martial Saints in total, and half of them are more than ten.

Emperor Da Luo looked troubled and seemed to be hesitant, but then he gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, as long as he can help Emperor Ye, Xiao Wang will do his best to help."

After saying that, he glanced at Wu Gaomin, the old man in purple clothes below, and said, "Old Wu, it's up to you to count the number of people and go with Emperor Ye."

"Here."

Wu Gaomin stood up and responded.

…

This is a vast grassland, the atmosphere is very quiet, and a few lone wolves can be vaguely seen drinking water in the exposed shallows.

"Buzz..."

However, the tranquility was broken in the next moment. The lone wolf who had lowered his head to drink water instantly fled in all directions, as if he had encountered some terrible incident.

I saw that the blue void was actually distorted at this moment. When this distortion reached the extreme, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands tore a hole in the void.

As a huge gap appeared, a shocking and overwhelming evil aura swept out from the gap.

Amidst the thick and overwhelming evil aura, a thin figure slowly emerged from the crack in the void.

When his eyes fell on the scene at his feet, there was too much in his eyes: "In the Tianfeng Sea Area, Ye is back again."

Behind him, many figures headed by Xiao Hei walked out, and then there was an army that seemed to be made of evil spirit. The evil spirit was so strong that it was like a pen splashing ink in the air.

"Master, is this the Tianfeng Sea Area?" Xiao Hei, dressed in black armor, raised his eyes and looked at the world.

Wu Gaomin lamented extremely: "Wu has been to Tianfeng Sea once, but it has been so long that the memory of that time has become very faded..."

Seventeen figures stood behind him, and the escaping breath made the entire void tremble.

Astonishingly, they were the seventeen martial saints of the Daluo Dynasty. With such power, even if Ye Chen didn't take action, it was enough to sweep across the entire Tianfeng Sea Area.

Xiao Hei looked at Ye Chen in confusion: "Master, where are we going next?"

"Of course we go to Muwang Castle first!"

Ye Chen took a step forward and flew toward the southeast according to the direction in his memory. Xiao Hei and others hurriedly followed.

The group passed thousands of miles along the way, and everything they saw was devastated, or people were fighting. Apparently, in the month after Ye Chen disappeared, the Tianfeng Sea Territory also experienced great turmoil.

"Someone is coming this way."

Ye Chen suddenly looked forward, then stopped, and all his consciousness was enveloped.

In his perception, he saw only ten miles away, a group of people were rushing towards this direction in panic, and behind them there was a large group of people chasing them.

There was even a voice familiar to Ye Chen. It was an old man wearing linen clothes and with an extremely stooped figure.

Astonishingly, it was the Nine Yang Sword Head that had disappeared.

"People of Kunwu Holy Land, you can't run away. Those of you who know the truth will be bound to the ground obediently. Maybe I, the Emperor Dali, can spare you from death!"

In front of the chasing men, there were two martial saints, one of whom was dressed in black and had a sinister face.

"I, Kunwu Holy Land, would rather die than surrender!"

There was blood on the corner of Jiuyang Swordhead's mouth. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he still held a long sword in his hand and stayed at the end to fight and retreat.

"court death!!!"

The old man in black looked coldly, and then joined forces with a martial saint beside him to kill him: "Old Jiuyang, I will send you down to see the master of Taiqing Palace right now!"

"Boom..."

With the two second-level Martial Saints joining forces, the already injured Jiuyang Sword Head was even more injured. His right arm was thrown away and blood spilled into the sky.

"Sword head!"

Seeing this, many Kunwu Holy Land disciples in the rear couldn't help but feel their eyes cracked and were extremely sad.

The aura of Jiuyang Swordhead surged, and he chose to burn life: "Go, go quickly, save the last trace of blood for my Kunwu Holy Land..."

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "Jiu Yang Sword Head, you are fine!"

next moment!

A thin young man with long hair slowly appeared in the void. The young man looked at him calmly.

"It's...it's you!"

Jiuyang Sword was startled at first, but after seeing Ye Chen's face clearly, there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Your Mightiness……"

The expressions of the two martial saints changed slightly, and they looked at Ye Chen with fear: "This is my departure from the dynasty, I hope not..."

They stopped abruptly before they finished speaking. They saw dozens of figures coming behind Ye Chen again. The aura emanating from each figure was stronger than them!

At that moment, the two old men in black robes had strong looks of horror in their eyes, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably!

Nearly twenty martial saints! ! !

Where did this come from?

Not only them, even the eyes of Jiuyang Swordsman and others were stunned.

Ye Chen took a deep look at the two old men in black robes and the people wearing Dali clothes behind them, and his eyes turned cold: "People from the Dali Dynasty?"