Chapter 1013

Looking at the heavenly blood holy king in front of him, ye Chen had an incredible feeling.

Hundreds of years ago, many Protoss strongmen besieged the heavenly blood holy king and killed him on the spot. Everyone knows this. It is almost 100% certain that the heavenly blood holy king has died, turned into a cold body and sank into the sea, which is the real soul dissipation.

But now, he appeared in front of Ye Chen, his flesh and blood did not disappear, his soul did not disperse, and his whole body exuded the thick breath belonging to the Ninth Heaven of the holy way, looking at the world.

"What's going on? Does it mean that the heavenly blood holy king is not dead, and everything is a cover to confuse the eyes and ears?" Ye Chen felt a chill in his heart, filled with doubts, stroked his palm and called the blood old man out of the Yongfeng ancient tower.

Buzz!

The blood awn flickered. At the moment when the blood old appeared, he came to the heavenly blood holy king, knelt down on his knees, almost cried with joy and said, "Qin blood, have you seen the master!"

"As early as hundreds of years ago, I was already dead. Now you submit to Ye Chen, and you should call him the main talent." the voice of the heavenly blood holy king is very bright, giving people a sense of security. He slowly stretched out his palm, lifted the blood old man up and no longer knelt.

"One day as a slave, all his life as a slave, Qin Xue will never forget the kindness of his master." the old blood still bowed his head and was full of respect to the heavenly blood holy king, which made the heavenly blood holy King show a gratifying smile and his eyes moved. When he saw Zuo Qiu's eyebrow, his smile was stiff and spread a deep love directly, and said softly, "eyebrow."

After hearing this, Zuo Qiumei trembled and hummed, "what? Do you remember..."

Before the words fell, the heavenly blood holy king had come to her, opened his hands and held him tightly in his arms. At first, Zuo Qiumei was a little rebellious, but before long, she buried her head in the heavenly blood holy King's chest and greedily enjoyed the familiar warmth.

Ye Chen stood not far away and looked at the scene with a faint smile.

In ordinary times, Zuo Qiumei is a powerful person in the condensing time environment. Her means are cruel and sinister. She is a terrorist figure that the protoss are afraid of. But at the moment, she is like a little woman into the arms of the heavenly blood holy king. This picture is very strange, but it makes Ye Chen feel like deja vu.

For a long time, the two separated.

The heavenly blood holy king looked at Zuo Qiu's eyebrow with a blush on his face and said with a faint smile: "you and Qin Xue leave for a while. I have something to say to Ye Chen."

"How long will it take?" Zuo Qiu frowned, as if a little unhappy.

"Just say something about the holy family. It won't take much time." the heavenly blood holy king kept smiling and made Zuo Qiumei nod angrily. Then she went out of the underground world with the blood old man, leaving only Ye Chen and the heavenly blood holy king.

At this time, ye Chen just saw the face of the heavenly blood holy king. He was very handsome, his facial features were firm, and his eyes contained stars, as if he had been cut with a knife and axe. Wearing white clothes and stepping on his feet, he felt a bit of the natural and unrestrained feeling of a scholar swordsman.

"I know your heart is full of doubts. Ask, as long as I know, I will tell you." the heavenly blood holy King stepped out of the blood pool and sat everywhere. He didn't have the threatening momentum of being a peerless strong man, but gave Ye Chenyi a sense of kindness, just like the elders to the younger generation.

Ye Chen nodded, thought for a moment, and asked, "what is your current state, real existence, or a wisp of remnant soul?"

"Neither." the heavenly blood holy King patiently explained, "as early as hundreds of years ago, I was besieged by the powerful Protoss, and my soul dissipated. At the moment, I am neither real nor residual soul, but more like a blood slave."

"Blood slave?" Ye Chen's eyes were frozen and his doubts were even worse.

"The skill I have practiced is quite strange. Even if there is a drop of blood essence in the soul dispelling powder, I can be reincarnated by it. However, I have been separated from the category of flesh and soul by blood. Although I can see and touch, I am good for nothing, just like a dead thing. Of course, I can't practice it." the heavenly blood Saint smiled at himself, But it made Ye Chen's mind set off a huge wave. A drop of blood essence can be reincarnated by blood. It's a powerful skill.

Without the explanation of the heavenly blood holy king, ye Chen can guess that such a skill must come from the hidden dragon world. There will never be such an anti heaven skill in the real spirit world.

"The second question, there is a palace in the heavenly blood holy mansion, in which there are portraits of three generations of saints and kings, but I found that there are traces of the fourth portrait on the wall, which was forcibly erased by someone. Should you erase it?" this doubt has existed in Ye Chen's heart for a long time, and he immediately asked.

"Why do you think it was erased by me, and why don't you doubt it was someone else?" the heavenly blood holy king didn't answer immediately, but asked in reply.

"For hundreds of years after your death, few strong people have entered the heavenly blood holy mansion. Before I went in, the portrait on the wall had disappeared. In other words, the portrait must have been taken away before that. As for Zuo Qiumei and the strong man of the dark Protoss, Zuo Qiumei didn't talk to me about it from beginning to end. There was no word left on the wall. It seems that this portrait , she didn't care, maybe she never even entered the palace. "Ye Chen speculated step by step, and finally said," it seems that you must have taken the portrait. "

"Of course, there is a simpler way: the palace is hung with portraits of the kings of the saints of all dynasties. How sacred. If a portrait is lost, it will be a great humiliation to the saints. However, at the moment of my question, you are very calm and even have the intention to ask me. Judging from this, you can be so calm only if you take away the fourth portrait."

As soon as the voice fell, ye Chen added another sentence, which made a difference in the eyes of the heavenly blood holy king. He couldn't help clapping his hands and shouting: "it's rare and valuable to have such a mind at a young age. You're right. I really took this fourth portrait away."

"What's on the fourth portrait?" Ye Chen was more and more curious and asked.

The heavenly blood Saint King smiled and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out a picture roll directly from the storage ring, slowly sent it to Ye Chen and said, "open it and have a look."

Without hesitation, ye Chen immediately opened the picture scroll.

"How could this happen!"

Almost in an instant, ye Chen's pupils tightened, and his whole body suddenly bounced up and said to the heavenly blood Saint: "what's going on, why is this fourth picture painting my portrait, and why?"

On the white scroll, there is a handsome young man with a star sword eyebrow and dark eyes. At first glance, there is still a bit of childishness, but there is already a bit of the wind of a great general, planning strategies, as if he has seen through everything in the world.

This young man is Ye Chen himself!

Ye Chen couldn't believe what he saw. You know, when the heavenly blood Saint King took the fourth portrait, it was hundreds of years ago. In other words, his portrait was painted on the scroll hundreds of years ago.

But at that time, he was not even born. How could he be a portrait?