Chapter 1762

The will of the Lord of Chaos was projected into the Temple of Divine Marks, and his will could not kill anyone, and the ancient pattern would isolate it.

But Ye Tianze could still feel the power behind the will, the power of chaos, representing the rules of this chaotic area.

"It's much stronger than I thought!" Ye Tianze used the Golden Bell to suppress the restless Kaiyang Divine Hammer, thinking in his heart.

He was the only one who was still standing, and the rest of the cultivators were under this will, crawling on the ground, trembling, because this will is the master of the chaotic land.

But at this moment, this chaotic will is only aimed at Ye Tianze, and the rest are just Chi Yu who has been affected.

"It was you who killed my son!"

The voice from the will penetrated the pattern and did not cause damage to Ye Tianze, but Ye Tianze could feel the wrath of the thunder.

If it was an ordinary cultivator, he would have been on his knees and begged for mercy long ago, and his shit would flow.

However, Ye Tianze was not frightened, he felt this will calmly, without a trace of fear.

He has seen the patrol angel, seen a civilization erased, seen the picture of all living beings, seen the master of the other side, and was afraid.

But this Lord of Chaos, it is still difficult to make him fear.

"good!"

Ye Tianze raised his head and looked at the sky, "Under the contract of life and death, a fair duel, he lost!"

When the monks heard it, they raised their heads a little, only to find that Ye Tianze didn't kneel, which shocked their hearts.

Even Liu Mengchan had already knelt down, and Elder Fan had also knelt down, but Ye Tianze didn't.

"I don't care about life or death, old man, if you kill him, you have to die, come out and lead to death!"

The Lord of Chaos's tone is extremely domineering, and it seems that even the Temple of Divine Runes is not in his eyes.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly lit up in the Divine Rune Hall, and then in the air, there was a sound of "Boom".

The chaotic will immediately disappeared without a trace, and the monks also felt the pressure relieved, but found that their clothes were wet with cold sweat.

"Lead to death?"

A voice came, "Old Chaos, you don't take my Divine Rune Palace in your eyes!"

"It's the Palace Master, the Palace Master has taken action."

The monk in the Temple of Divine Runes finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this voice.

"Hmph, if you lost the gambling battle in the Temple of Divine Emblem, you should marry the saint. My son came to ask for a marriage, which has already given you a lot of face in the Temple of Divine Emblem. Now my son can't ask for a marriage, but instead suffers from you. The poisonous hand of Shenwen Temple, how should this account be calculated, Shenwen Laoer, tell me yourself!"

The will of the Lord of Chaos disappeared, but everyone could hear his voice clearly.

"It was your son who signed the life and death contract, we didn't force him." The hall master said calmly.

"Hmph, you don't know how my son would be so stupid? Your son of the Temple of Divine Marks deliberately seduced and humiliated my son. Even the old man can't bear such humiliation, let alone my son."

The Lord of Chaos said, "Older Shenwen, if you are unwilling to deal with your Son of the Gods, the old man will do it for you, and if it doesn't work, the Chaos will be with you forever, until the Gods are levelled. until the palace."

Although the hall master wanted Ye Tianze to die, he had to defend him at this moment: "Take a footstep to the Temple of the Divine Runes? Just relying on your chaotic place, do you have that ability? Don't be cheap and be good, my Divine Rune Temple is not easy to bully, If you want to fight, we will fight with you!"

As soon as these words came out, the Lord of Chaos was silent.

After a while, the hall master spoke again and said: "A son, what's the matter? Our holy son has already said that we will come to your door to challenge you in person. Can't wait for the place?"

When Ye Tianze heard this, he immediately wanted to say 10,000 words in his heart, it was obvious that he was going to be sold.

Without waiting for him to speak, the Lord of Chaos took over the conversation and said, "Okay, what a temple of gods, what a mad son, I will wait for you in the land of chaos for ten years, within ten years, if you don't Come on, this old man swears to step on your Divine Rune Palace before you can rest!"

After Ye Tianze heard this, his face changed suddenly, ten years?

His cultivation base entered the realm so quickly, it was based on having enough resources. If there were not enough resources, it would be useless to give him a hundred years.

Sure enough, without waiting for him to speak, the hall master agreed: "Within ten years, the Holy Son will definitely agree to the contract."

After finishing speaking, the will of the Lord of Chaos disappeared, and the voice of the Palace Lord came, saying, "Also invite the Holy Son to enter the secret realm, we have something important to discuss!"

Ye Tianze became vigilant. Before he could ask, a door of light appeared in front of him. Only then did the cultivators present know that there was still a secret realm in the Temple of Divine Marks.

To go, or not to go?

Ye Tianze hesitated, he still has strength now, but who knows if the group of immortals has filled up the big formation, waiting for him to enter the cage?

If you don't go, you won't give face to the hall master. Wouldn't it be open to tell the monks in the Temple of Divine Marks that he wants to fight against the hall master?

Just when Ye Tianze hesitated, in the secret realm, the palace master and the elders had already set up a battle. Although this was not a killing battle, it was enough to trap Ye Tianze here and let them be slaughtered.

With their strength, if they join hands, Ye Tianze will not be able to escape even if he holds the innate spiritual treasure and goes all out.

They didn't want to kill Ye Tianze, they just wanted to take advantage of this moment to give Ye Tianze a slap in the face and drive him out of the Temple of Divine Marks.

"He won't come in!" An elder worried.

"Impossible, the hall master has just protected him, he can't help but give face to the hall master." Another elder said.

However, after the elder finished speaking, Ye Tianze in front of the formation made a decision, bowed his hands, and said, "The hall master has something to discuss, and this holy son will naturally not refuse, but this holy son has just experienced the war and needs to rest for a while. The cultivation base is restored, and I will immediately go to the secret realm to discuss with you."

After speaking, Ye Tianze left without turning his head.

The monks who were present were stunned. In the secret realm, the elders couldn't believe it, and the palace master's face was ashen.

"The Holy Son doesn't even give the hall master's face!"

"That's not the case. After all, the Holy Son has just ended the war, so naturally he needs to rest."

"However, entering the secret realm is not to kill him, it can also be recuperated inside."

"Could it be that……"

In the discussion, some monks smelled an unusual smell, and when they thought of the conversation just now, they seemed to understand.

"It seems that the Holy Son of the Temple of the Divine Mark, the Lord of the Temple of the Temple of God and even those elders are not a group!"

The outside monks speculated in their hearts.

"Damn little beast!"

An elder said angrily, "It's so vigilant!"

"If he can escape the first day of the first year, but he can't escape the fifteenth day, he always has to come in." The hall master said calmly.

At the same time, Ye Tianze came to the door of his cave. Just as he was about to enter, a cultivator hurried over and said, "Holy... Your Royal Highness, please... please stay..."

Ye Tianze looked at the monk in front of him, a little wary, and said, "What's the matter?"

The cultivator immediately conveyed the words of Old Wang Sima. When Ye Tianze heard it, he remembered the deacon in the place of cultivation.

Speaking of which, I still owe him a favor.