Ye Chen's late words scared the black-faced leopard king out of his wits!
He almost subconsciously took several steps back, then suddenly turned around and tried his best to run down the mountain.
He just saw Ye Chen's method when he killed the Golden Retriever Lion King.
A single stone can kill a six-star warrior.
If I don't run away, I'm afraid I will make the same mistake as the Golden Retriever Lion King.
However, as soon as he turned around and before taking two steps, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, and then he lost all consciousness.
The Black-faced Leopard King died very simply, almost in the flash of lightning, so he did not suffer much pain.
However, in the eyes of other Wanlong Palace soldiers, the death of the Black-faced Leopard King was really miserable!
Ye Chen used a pebble to directly penetrate his brain.
What's even worse is that the pebbles shot into the back of his head and blasted out from his face, opening a bloody hole as big as a fist in the middle of his face!
There was no trace of his nose. His eyeballs were also squeezed out of their sockets by the huge force of the pebbles rushing out!
At this moment, everyone in Wanlong Hall was completely shocked by Ye Chen!
One of the four war kings of Wanlong Palace originally suffered a defeat in the Middle East, but now one is useless and two are dead!
At this point, all the four war kings of Wanlong Palace have fallen.
Among the remaining people, except for Wan Pojun, the strongest one is only the five-star general. Who is Ye Chen's opponent?
At this time, Ye Chen looked at a group of panicked Wanlong Palace soldiers and said coldly: "Each of you has practiced hard for many years to achieve your current level of cultivation. If you don't want all these years of hard work to be ruined, just give them all to me."
Take a step back!"
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, nearly a hundred people backed away without hesitation.
The only one who didn't move was Wan Pojun.
Wan Pojun did not expect that the Wanlong Palace and the core layer he had built by himself would fall apart like this.
At this time, Ye Chen looked at the eight Wanlong Palace soldiers carrying the coffin and said coldly: "You guys, put the coffin down and take a step back!"
After hearing this, the eight people immediately placed the coffins of Wan Pojun's parents on the ground and backed away obediently.
At this time, only Wan Pojun was left in front of the formation at Wanlong Palace.
Ye Chen raised his eyes, looked at Wan Pojun, and asked him: "When you came to Yeling Mountain with gongs and drums today, did you ever think that things would turn into this situation?"
Wan Pojun was extremely depressed and laughed miserably: "My skills are inferior to those of others. There is nothing to say."
Ye Chen sneered: "You may not know, but I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wan Pojun raised his head, looked at Ye Chen, and asked doubtfully: "What do you mean by this?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "I brought two people to Yanjing the night before yesterday. You know both of them. Next, I will let you meet them one by one."
Just when Wan Pojun didn't know what Ye Chen meant by his words, Ye Chen turned to look at He Hongsheng and said, "Mr. He, the younger guy kneeling in front of my parents' graves, can you bring him here?"
Already."
"Okay!" He Hongsheng knew that the younger man Ye Chen was talking about was Chen Zhonglei, whom Ye Chen brought back from the Middle East.
So, he personally walked to the funeral of Ye Chen's parents and pulled Chen Zhonglei, who was wearing a black bag on his head, to Ye Chen's side. He said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, I'm here."
Ye Chen nodded and looked at Wan Pojun. He smiled and asked him: "Master Wan, do you know who this is?"
Wan Pojun looked confused.
How could he know who this man wearing a black hood was?
He also has no clairvoyance eyes.
What's more, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has long been sealed by Ye Chen, and Wan Pojun can't even feel the ability to cultivate at all.
So, he looked at Ye Chen and asked, "Who is this person?"
Ye Chen sneered: "What? You can't recognize my right-hand man with his face covered?"
Wan Pojun was even more confused.
Although Ye Chen had already hinted that he was his right-hand man, he never thought of Chen Zhonglei.
Because, in the personal perception of all Wanlong Palace soldiers, Chen Zhonglei must be in the Middle East. He cannot be in China.
Seeing his surprised look, Ye Chen sneered and pulled off the black bag on Chen Zhonglei's head.
When Wan Pojun and other soldiers of Wanlong Palace saw Chen Zhonglei's face, everyone's expressions immediately became horrified.
No one could believe that Chen Zhonglei, who had been missing for many days, would actually be in Ye Chen's hands.
Wan Pojun subconsciously asked: "Zhonglei... you... why are you here?!"
Chen Zhonglei stood there with a silent expression at this time, staring like a fool, his eyes were also in an unfocused state, as if he was deaf to Wan Pojun's voice.
Wan Pojun didn't know what happened to Chen Zhonglei, but seeing how dull he was, he realized that things might be a bit beyond his imagination, so he hurriedly asked again: "Zhonglei! Don't you know me?!"
"
Chen Zhonglei still had no response.
Ye Chen smiled slightly at this time and said: "I forgot to tell you, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has been sealed in his body by me. He is no longer the person you are familiar with. He is just
He's just a puppet of mine."
Wan Pojun and other Wanlong Palace soldiers were dumbfounded.
Sealing a person's consciousness within the body is something they have never heard of!
Wan Pojun also didn't believe that Ye Chen could have such magical powers. This method was simply unbelievable.
Seeing that they couldn't understand, Ye Chen pointed at Lu Haotian who was kneeling on the ground and said to Chen Zhonglei: "Slap him!"
Chen Zhonglei rushed forward without thinking, grabbed Lu Haotian's collar, and slapped him several times, making Lu Haotian scream in agony.
Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay. Stop."
Only then did Chen Zhonglei stop his movements and returned to Ye Chen's side.
Wan Pojun was stunned and didn't understand at all what method Ye Chen used to make Chen Zhonglei become like this.
Seeing his confused look, Ye Chen patted Chen Zhonglei's shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Come on, I'll give you one minute to speak freely. Just say what you want out loud!"
Although Chen Zhonglei's consciousness has been blocked, his consciousness can still receive all the senses of his body.
He was fully aware of everything that happened around him during this period. Wan Pojun was going to lead his brothers to kill Yeling Mountain, and he was also very aware of this matter.
Even just now, when he was kneeling in front of the souls of Ye Chen's parents and couldn't see the scene that just happened with his own eyes, he could roughly guess what happened just now through the sound.
However, his reception of external information is one-way. In addition to receiving external information from the body's sense organs, he cannot control his body to make any reaction, even just blinking his eyes.
The moment Ye Chen patted his shoulder, his consciousness finally merged with his body again. This long-lost feeling was like a vegetative person who had been sleeping for many years finally woke up, and it instantly made him burst into tears.
Full face.
Immediately afterwards, he looked at Wan Pojun, his emotions collapsed instantly, and he cried loudly and begged: "Palace Master... please find a way to save me, or... or kill me immediately... This kind of consciousness is imprisoned
The feeling inside my body is more terrifying and desperate than the eighteenth level of hell!!"