On this day, the news that Ye Chuyue became the Lord of Hundred Ghosts was like the autumn wind swaying fallen leaves, blew across every corner of the five continents.

The world sighed and warriors were filled with shock.

Before this, no one would have thought that the birth of the Lord of Hundred Ghosts would be her who came out of the vassal state!

In order to compete for the Forest of Hundred Ghosts, the five continents are intrigue and fight openly and secretly.

In the sword light and sabers, I don’t know how much blood was flowing from killing people and setting fire.

Countless warriors followed one after another, and countless warriors were like ashes of ashes in the ghost forest.

And in just one month she entered the society, she became the ghost master above ten thousand people!

At this moment, the name Ye Chuyue truly resounded through the martial arts of the five continents.

As for those old people who were far away in the vassal states and the land of Beizhou, when they heard the sound of surrender coming from the Forest of Hundred Ghosts, they all seemed to be a different world.

The emperor of Shenwu Kingdom was being changed into clothes by Concubine Su. Before she could dress neatly, she was stunned with Concubine Su, looked at each other, walked out of the bedroom and looked in the direction of Guisen. Her face and eyes were filled with shock.

Prime Minister Luo, General Xiao, Ninth Princess Xuanyuan Yu, and Ye Qingyu all showed complex expressions.

It is pride and yearning for expectations.

"Go, go and invite Luo Xiang and General Xiao, and I want to have a good drink with them."

The middle-aged man half-carrying a dragon robe filled his eyes with tears, and the country filled his heart spread out the beautiful totem and magnificence because of her.

This day was a carnival for the warriors of the vassal states, a feast for the first academy, and a happy day for the land of Beizhou and the Temple of the Martial Gods.

At the same time, for some reason, Truman on the border of Shura, drank behind closed doors this day, and drank for three days and three nights without getting drunk, which made the surrounding forces feel at a loss, thinking that Truman was planning a big plan to catch up with them.

However, they were wary of it for a few days. They sent spies to listen to the corner of the wall for several nights. They heard idiot-like smirks, which made the forces silent for a long time.

Wushen Palace.

Xie Qingyan was wearing a blue shirt, covered with light golden light, restrained the aura of the martial god, and was still in seclusion and practicing.

When he heard the voices of the Lion King of the Hundred Ghosts, the Guards and the 200,000 subjects in Zhongzhou, his eyes opened suddenly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and a deep sense of disbelief appeared.

She sat cross-legged and stood there for a long time. Her eyes widened with crimson and mist luster. Her lowered hands curled up gently, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"Ye Chuyue..."

"How could it be you?"

Xie Qingyan's lips trembled, and a line of clear tears slid from her eyes, her eyes filled with heart-wrenching pain.

She hoped that the Lord of Hundred Ghosts who had been looking forward to for 90,000 years would be... Ye Chuyue?

"Master!"

The male disciple under the seat rushed over, sweating profusely, and shouted loudly: "The Ghost Lord is born, it is Ye Chuyue, the Lord of the Temple of the God of War! Master... Master... What's wrong with you?"

Xie Qingyan felt like her blood and soul were drained, and her eyes were empty, as if she was struggling with something.

"Ye Chuyue..."

Xie Qingyan smiled softly.

That smile made the male disciple feel chilled.

"Why is it you Ye Chuyue!!"

Xie Qingyan roared, and the entire Wushen Palace used to retreat collapsed under the roar.

She stood up from the ruins, surrounded by sacred golden light.

At this moment, no one can understand her eyes!

At this moment, another servant rushed over, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, and lowered his head and said, "Xie Wushen, the wounds of the leader of the Medicine God Xue Suyi have been cured. The royal princess and the Queen of Qingqiu on the Xuanhan Continent are all ready to move."

"knew."

Xie Qingyan stood with her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, and hid thousands of emotions surging in the undercurrents.

...

Zhongzhou.

City of Night Moon.

Beautiful flowers bloom around the long street.

In the wind, there is no longer the curse and resentment that spreads wildly, only the fragrant fragrance of flowers.

The palace built by the roots of the demon tree is magnificent and solemn.

The entire city was completely renewed overnight, like a dark night that had been crawling for 90,000 years, ushering in new light.

Chu Yue sat casually on the throne of vine and saw the subjects from all directions. Her eyebrows and eyes were filled with bright smiles. The light of the morning light was cage in her body like a dream, like a god from Lingxiao.

She raised her eyes and looked into the sky from afar. The smile on her lips became stronger and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows became more gentle as water.

Pillow.

Our hometown is filled with flowers, and the light is everywhere.

Just like our brilliant future.

"Puchi--"

Chu Yue vomited blood.

She could no longer contain the original energy.

The original energy is like a fierce beast, which wants to swallow her flesh, bones, tendons, veins, and internal organs little by little.

Until she became a martial art of the original energy and sacrificed.

In this era, although there were still people who practiced the formations of ancient times, few practices were taught.

The fundamental reason is that the danger of exercises is too great.

The most important foundation of the martial arts is the origin of the qi, and most of the origin of the qi are rampant and violent, derived from the earliest demon clans. If it is not refined, it will be extremely repelling the body of warriors.

It can be said that if one hundred thousand people practice martial arts, not one person will succeed.

This is one of the reasons why the martial arts are about to become extinct, because they are not universal and difficult for the general public to accept it.

Chu Yue is now in this dangerous stage.

Her body has experienced several battles and has an unbearable load.

"Xiaoyue!"

The grandma, the old man's family came over quickly and helped Chu Yue fall forward.

Emperor Ye Tian looked at his daughter's heart twitching and tears rushing, his eyes rushing, and his soul seemed to be torn apart. He was so panicked that he was at a loss. He felt that the child in front of him would disappear into his world at any time like an illusion. He had not even fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

"let me see."

Grandmother Mrs. Mu took Chu Yue's pulse and was startled. Her old eyelids also trembled, and her eyes almost became irritated and fell down.

Ye Wuxie supported the old lady: "Grandma..."

"The original qi...is the original qi..."

Mrs. Mu burst into tears and cried: "The original energy...backlashes in Xiao Chu's body...How can my Xiao Chu bear it..."

"Bang."
Chapter completed!