Ye Chen hides his identity, quietly follows behind the crowd and enters the depths of the Ming Palace.

Soon, the footsteps of the crowd in front stopped. In the passage in front, there was a figure standing with a blade in hand, wearing a heavy armor and a breath of death.

"Puppet!" Ye Chen's expression was slightly frozen. He could feel that these figures in front of him were not living creatures, but dead objects, and there was no vitality on him.

Strangely, these puppets are surrounded by death and do not seem to be eroded at all.

"Let's go!" many strong men rushed out, and their strong breath bloomed. They wanted to tear up these puppets in an instant and move on.

Oh!

An incomparably shrill wail sounded, which actually acted directly on the depths of the soul. Ye Chen's eyebrows and hearts jumped wildly, immediately displayed the profound meaning of swallowing, his footsteps flickered, and stepped back to the last side of the crowd.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

In this wailing sound, there was a sudden sound of the sharp blade stabbing into the flesh and blood. Ye Chen looked intently and found that in the front, there were three corpses lying on the ground, surrounded by death and turned into corpses.

Looking at those puppets, their bodies began to twinkle, like the God of death reaping life in the night. With each knife, there was a wailing sound, which made some weak people have no resistance and want to be cut down by a knife.

"Soul attack!" Ye Chen was shocked. These puppets knew how to attack the soul. They used sound waves as the medium to affect other people's souls, and then quietly shot and killed them.

In addition, because the whole hell palace is surrounded by death, many strong people can't show their hands and feet. Before they can make any response, they are beheaded and turned into dead bodies.

"There is only one channel. If you want to continue to go deep, you must kill these puppets." the crowd looked a little frozen and looked, but there were a large number of puppets in the whole channel.

If the crowd comes from the same force, these puppets in front of us are not much trouble.

However, these people are all from major clans. They are friendly on the surface, but intrigue in the dark. No one is willing to fight. They prevaricate with each other, and the whole situation is somewhat solidified.

At this time, Meng Zhan's steps suddenly stepped out. Suddenly, there was a roar. He suddenly burst into bright brilliance. Instead of the cold and gloomy atmosphere, he shone brightly on the whole hell palace.

A strange blood light suddenly swept out of the puppet's head. Without hesitation, Meng Zhan grabbed it and swallowed it directly into his stomach. His eyes immediately became much scarlet.

"Give it to me!" Meng Zhan opened and closed his hands, roared like a scorching sun, and covered the puppets in the whole channel. His body trembled and seemed to be captured by his soul.

At the top of the puppet's head, a bloody light swept out and slowly swept towards Mongolia, which was to be easily swallowed by him.

"The Taoist heart is full of demons, both right and evil. These puppets contain the spirit of death, which is very dangerous for us, but it is a great tonic for brother Meng." Lin Aoyu said with a smile. Looking at Meng Zhan and his body shape, he took the opportunity to plunder into the depths of the hell palace.

"Brother Meng, thank you very much." Dugu Qiu also smiled brightly, waved his palm, and immediately took many experts to the depths of the hell palace, not willing to waste a bit of time.

"A group of shameless people!" Meng Zhan knew that he had been used, and a trace of anger floated on his face. He just wanted to stop. He glanced at him, but he found a handsome young man behind the crowd, who was surrounded by death.

"Who are you?" Meng Zhan's voice was like thunder. As soon as he drank it, ye Chen had a feeling of blood rolling. He swallowed the profound meaning and dissipated, and looked up to meet Meng Zhan's Scarlet eyes.

"In the next scattered repair, the name is not worth mentioning." Ye Chen hugged his fist slightly and was about to leave.

In the palm of Meng Zhan's hand, he stopped Ye Chen's way, looked up and down, and said, "I can feel that you were swallowing death, and your physique is very strong. You are not under me at all. You are by no means an idle person."

"Hmm?" Ye Chen's eyes were slightly frozen, and he couldn't help but be surprised. He had a keen observation. He was well hidden and no one found it, but he still couldn't escape the attention of Mongolian war.

Even, Meng Zhan noticed many details from ye Chen with his naked eyes. He is worthy of being the strongest genius of the Meng family. This alone is far better than Lin Aoyu and Dugu Qiu.

"If anyone comes to the underworld palace, several of them are ordinary people." Ye Chen takes back his surprise, looks up at Meng Zhan and smiles calmly: "if brother Meng still wants to tangle with me here, I'm afraid the treasures inside will be taken away by others."

"Interesting." Meng Zhan saw that ye Chen was not afraid at all, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Then his body turned into a residual shadow and disappeared in place.

Ye Chen looked at the back of Meng Zhan leaving and was slightly surprised. He could feel that this Meng Zhan was not such a rough mine bully on the surface, but a man with deep thoughts.

But he was so hidden that no one could be keenly aware of it.

"If you encounter this person in the clan struggle, if you can't fight, you won't fight, otherwise it will be very troublesome." Ye Chen thought in his heart, stepping on Youlong and closely following Meng Zhan.

The hell palace is so vast that even if nearly a hundred strong people enter, they will not appear crowded. They walk around and look for the trace of treasures very carefully.

Ye Chen noticed that in addition to many puppets, there are not a few corpses in this dark palace. They are almost stacked together. The bones are numerous and the picture is very gloomy.

Moving on, the crowd came to a luxurious palace, where the death was the most vigorous and almost solidified into fog. To Ye Chen's shock, a tall corpse stood in the middle of the palace.

The skeleton is three meters high and human. The skeleton presents a rare dark color, such as ink. Even if it dies, it is still full of surging ferocity, and its head is raised slightly, as if it wanted to scold heaven and earth.

On the right palm of the skeleton, a black bone flag was tightly held. The thick fog like dead breath escaped from the black bone flag, as if it would never stop.

"If I guessed correctly, the skeleton in front of me should belong to the ghost flag Saint King." at this time, Lin Aoyu's harsh voice sounded slowly with a proud color.

"Ghost flag, holy king!" the eyes of the crowd stared at the black bone flag, all blooming with greed.

The ghost flag is the name of the holy king, and ye Chen has seen it in ancient books.

It is said that this person is an ordinary casual practitioner. By chance, he practiced a vicious skill. This skill does not absorb the real yuan, let alone harden his body. Instead, he specializes in dead Qi, brings it into the yuan sea, and finally makes the practitioner half human and half ghost.

In order to practice this skill, the ghost flag Saint King began to kill wantonly to absorb the dead spirit. Everywhere he went, there were corpses everywhere, and many strong people were directly enslaved by him and trained into ghost slaves.

For a time, the name of the ghost flag holy king was in the limelight. Even some huge clans dared not offend. It was a famous figure in Muhua, not under Lin Yanluo.

Strangely, after decades of wandering in the mainland of Muhua, the ghost flag holy king suddenly disappeared. No matter how to find it, he could not be found, and was finally forgotten by the world.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the ghost flag Saint King had already died, and the ghost palace that ye Chen stepped into at the moment is the ghost flag Saint King's ghost palace!