Chapter 1183

Ye Chen took a deep breath, suppressed the palpitation, and looked deeply at the figure portrait in front of him.

There, there is a figure in the portrait. It is a stunning woman with light eyebrows. She scans the world with condescending eyes. Her breath is immortal and free from vulgarity. It seems that she is not infected with worldly fireworks.

"Ice God!" Ye Chen's pupil suddenly shrinks. When he got the ice God mirror, he once saw this gorgeous face. It was the ice God among the nine gods.

Looking back, ye Chen looked at the figure portrait next to him.

It was a burly man with long hair and blood red, burning like a flame. He held a heavy blade tightly in his hands. His momentum was so overbearing that he looked down on the world and despised all things in the world.

"This man is the God of fire." Ye Chen secretly said. When he returned to the ancient war, he witnessed the heroic posture of the nine gods. The burly man in front of him was the God of fire.

As for several other portraits of characters, ye Chen is no stranger. They are all portraits of gods. Even the sinister and cunning dark gods are impressively listed, emitting a cold and ruthless atmosphere.

"The nine gods are the strongest in the true spirit world and are superior to other Shinto strongmen. Therefore, they have specially differentiated a wall to show their transcendence." Ye Chen whispered in his heart and guessed secretly.

When you print the portraits of people into your eyes, ye Chen can feel that the charm in each picture is very different, either cold, Yin cold, or violent and hot, which completely depicts the momentum of each God to life.

Even when ye Chen closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the power of the gods, shrouded around his body, with heavy pressure. At the same time, he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, as if he had a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth.

"Above the profound meaning is the law. As the Supreme God, these nine people have stepped into the field of law and are level with heaven and earth. Even the slightest bit is enough to benefit me infinitely. What's more, the immortal Dharma body I have is to accommodate all things and enhance my body."

Ye Chen suddenly rejoiced. Every picture here is of great help to him. It can accommodate and improve his cultivation level.

After browsing through the eight pictures, ye Chen was surprised to find that there was a portrait of a person in the corner of the wall.

"In addition to the wood God, the other eight gods have their own portraits. Is it that this figure portrait is a self portrait of the wood God?" Ye Chen couldn't help joking. However, when he saw this figure portrait, the whole person was dull.

The man depicted in that picture is not a wood God.

But a plain man, ordinary, just like an ordinary mortal, without any brilliance.

But when you look carefully, you will find that the man's eyes are deep and wise, just like the endless starry sky.

"Qin Shitian!" Ye Chen's eyes solidified. The person depicted in the ninth picture is actually the third generation monarch of the holy family!

Suck——

Ye Chen took a cold breath, and his surprise was beyond measure.

At the beginning of the ancient war, ye Chen saw with his own eyes that the nine Protoss joined hands to besiege the holy mountain and vowed to wipe out the holy family completely.

At that time, Mu Shen was also impressively listed. Facing Qin Shitian, he made almost merciless moves. Every move was earth shaking and wanted to break time and space.

However, at this time, there was a portrait of Qin Shitian in the mushen palace and mushen's studio!

Different from the portrait of heavenly blood holy mansion, the portrait in front of Ye Chen is ordinary, ordinary, and even has a gentle meaning. There is no sense of hegemony as a holy monarch.

"People who paint usually integrate their ideas into the picture. Mu Shen painted the portrait of Qin Shitian, but he didn't feel any hatred. It seems that the relationship between the two people is very shallow." Ye Chen whispered, looking at the portrait of Qin Shitian, he suddenly felt enlightened.

No wonder when facing these pictures, the twelve ancient totems in Yuanhai were so strange. Most of them felt the portrait of Qin Shitian, which gave birth to resonance.

"It seems that the ancient war is not as simple as imagined. No one knows this dusty history except the nine gods. What's more strange is that since that battle, the nine gods have either disappeared or fallen. Since then, there has been no news. There are mostly some hidden mysteries here."

Ye Chen sighed slightly. The more he got in touch with the nine Protoss, the more he felt, as if a dark curtain was hanging over his head.

Under the cover of the dark curtain, everyone, including him, can't know the real history of that year. Only through such a little speculation can we slowly restore the truth.

However, ye Chen did not think too much, nor did he feel helpless. This history has passed. Even if he knows the truth, he will not change at all and follow the trend.

"Unfortunately, all the portraits here have been sealed mysteriously. It's hard to take one or two away. Otherwise, I can break through the shackles of cultivation by observing these portraits." Ye Chen said with some regret.

Buzz!

Just as ye Chen was about to leave the studio, an invisible force appeared in the hall. The breath became stronger and stronger, turned into a terrible vortex, shrouded in Ye Chen, as if to devour it.

"What's the matter?" Ye Chen's eyes were stiff. He immediately felt that a cold breath was seeping out of the vortex in front of him, as if he could destroy everything, making him feel a palpitation.

Ye Chen stood in place, his body slightly stiff, and he felt powerless like chasing an ice cellar.

He felt like a humble mole ant. He would be hanged to death by the vortex. There was no way to escape. He had to wait quietly for death to come.

"Wake up!" then the voice of the God came in a flash.

A clear spirit breath flowed through the body, which made Ye Chen suddenly return to his mind. A sharp fine awn burst out in his eyes, stepped out and ran directly towards the vortex.

"Swallow!" Ye Chen opened his mouth with a roar like thunder, which easily scattered the vortex and exposed a vain figure. He held a sharp blade in his forehand to pierce Ye Chen's heart.

Poof!

Ye Chen's fist edge penetrated the shadow's body. Unexpectedly, no blood gushed out. The Taoist Drama trembled a few times and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Phantom?" Ye Chen couldn't help wondering. Just now, the moment of the shadow sneak attack was accompanied by the emergence of the dreamland. If the gods didn't give a voice in time, I'm afraid Ye Chen would capsize in the gutter.

"The wood God is proficient in three thousand Zuo Dao, and the yuan array is one. Naturally, it doesn't matter. It seems that the wood god palace is not as calm as expected, but contains killing opportunities." Ye Chen secretly warned himself that after entering the wood god palace, he was attracted by the portrait in front of him, and he didn't have the slightest sense of defense at all.

Even he is like this. Maybe someone has been attacked to death somewhere in the wood god palace, which may be true.

"Hmm?" at this time, ye Chen felt a breath behind him again. His eyes sank slowly, his body did not move, and the heavy fist hidden in his sleeve robe blew out in a flash.

"Ah!" suddenly, a sharp female voice rang, making Ye Chen's body stiff.

When he saw who was coming, he was more surprised in his eyes. He stopped and hurriedly took back the front of his fist.