Wang Tong picked up the blood-stained fruit, gritted his teeth and ate it.

After a while, he struggled to follow the place where Xiao Chen passed to the sky monument.

boom!

Xiao Chen raised his long sword, and the cold light rushed forward like a tide.

His face was cold and there was a hint of solemnity. The existence shrouded in the black fog in front of him was too much pressure.

"Don't have to fight with me...I'm not your enemy..."

In the black fog, a pale palm was poked out and she held Xiao Chen's long sword without any haste.

Afterwards, the black fog dissipated and a pale young figure slowly emerged.

The young man's skin was pale without a trace of blood, and his eyes were filled with a strange light, which seemed to be a good person at first glance.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Chen raised his hand to stop the little beast on his shoulder and spoke with a serious expression.

In the young man in front of him, he felt the terrifying power like mountains and seas, but he did not feel the malice.

"The name doesn't matter..."

The pale man shook his head slightly, with a hint of emotion on his face: "I used to be named Chiyou, I think you don't remember this name anymore."

The time was too long, and even he had forgotten his name. If someone hadn't called back his divine will, he would have been just a confused devil at this time.

"A thousand years ago, I was the founder of the Demon Cult."

He said so.

"Chiyou!"

Xiao Chen was shocked and looked at the man who looked like a ghost in a dumbfounded state: "How could you be Chi You?"

Chiyou!

There has been only one Chiyou for all ages!

The war god Chiyou who once fought for the world with Yanhuang!

Looking at this man who looked like a ghost, Xiao Chen didn't believe it at all. This person would be Chiyou.

"The past has passed, and Chiyou is just a name."

His pale face was covered in cold and silent expression. He shook his head slightly and said, "Call me, devil, that's fine."

"Why are you blocking my way?"

Xiao Chen cut off his distracting thoughts and was alert in his heart.

No matter who this person is, there is no doubt that he is irresistible to resist at this moment.

"Someone wants to see you."

The cold man said, "If I don't come, how can you get through?"

As he spoke, the vast pressure swept across the world, and there were shrill sounds of ghosts coming from the demon fog around him.

Xiao Chen was moved, and he didn't even notice it. Before he knew it, so many ghosts had lurked beside him.

"Follow me."

Before Xiao Chen could speak, he slowly turned around and walked towards the sky monument.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The little beast waved its claws and shouted fiercely at the man's back.

"Okay, OK."

Xiao Chen comforted the little beast, followed behind the man who claimed to be Chiyou with a hint of alert.

Following him, there was no more ghost along the way. In just a moment, he arrived at the middle of the city, on a huge square.

"Ancient Stele..."

Xiao Chen's expression was shocked.

I saw an ancient stone tablet up to 100 meters high in the center of the square, and around it, there were even illusory stone tablets flashing in the void.

There are nine stone tablets in total, and they are slowly turning with an unpredictable trajectory.

In the middle of the nine stone tablets, a man sat cross-legged, with his back facing him, and his long hair floated in the night wind.

The blood rain fell "scroll".

Xiao Chen's face changed and he saw the invisible martial arts river.

"Wu, Wu Zu!"

Xiao Chen almost forgot Yan Qingcheng in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Ancestor Wu!"

Yan Qingcheng just woke up and heard Xiao Chen's self-talking voice, and suddenly felt shocked: "Xiao Chen, you..."

Click!
Chapter completed!