The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 895: Broken Blade

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Chapter 895 Broken Blade

When most people arrive here, their eyes are probably blackened.

But Ye Chen could recognize that it was in ancient times, even among the Demon Clan, it was extremely rare, and only the Ape Demon Clan used words.

The Ape Demon Race is among the Demon Race, but it’s a veritable Upper Race, far from being comparable to a lower Demon Race like the Li Demon Race. The Demon Cultivator he owns, although known as the six-eared macaque, actually only possesses a tiny bit. It’s nothing more than the demon with the blood of the six-eared macaque. It can easily break through the Nascent Soul in the Abandoned Star Territory, and it’s definitely not the kind of pseudo Nascent. If it hadn’t met the Lingxiao Holy Land, it would be impossible Capsized.

A guy with a tiny bit of blood can dominate the galaxy. The bloodline of the Demon Ape is tyrannical, and the King of the Demon is known as the Great Sage. Back then, he was competing with the Pluto for the king of the Demon. The presence!

"These names mean that in the ancient times, this is where they practiced, rested, and stored the pill?"

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly felt that, as expected, this Qitian Hall was not built by the True Immortal Corpse Feather and others, but the original home of the Ape Demon Race.

Each of these palaces are as high as thousands of meters, and a stone bench is thousands of meters high, which is also in line with the huge size of the Saru Clan.

The pure-blooded Ape Demon clan, born with strength comparable to the true immortal Hedao, after all, the ten thousand zhang body and the ten thousand zhang law body are completely two concepts.

"Sure enough, the demon king suppressed here should be the one..."

Ye Chen turned around again and found that the alchemy room, all kinds of pills, medicinal materials, and magical instruments had been looted long ago. Looking at the ancient traces, they might have disappeared hundreds of thousands of years ago. Ye Chen guessed that it was definitely not taken by the Ten Thousand Demons God Child and the others, it should have been done by the True Immortal Corpse Yu and the others who laid the magic circle.

Ye Chen is not upset about this.

From the time he saw the evil spirits, Ye Chen knew that there would not be too many treasures left. He could only pray that those ancient sages of the Xianzong true immortals, some inconspicuous things, could leak a little from the fingers.

Now Ye Chen is really poor, and all his family is left in northern Jiangsu. In order to lay down the improved Star Evil Sword Formation, he now has only one Immortal Treasure Flying Sword that came from Gu Changsheng. Even the original Broken Army Sword was given to the niece as a meeting ceremony.

He quickly shuttled through several palaces, and saw that the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion and Armored Pavilion were all empty, and they were obviously looted. This was not what Ye Chen expected.

Although the Ape Demon clan is not in the eyes of Ye Chen in the previous life, they are like ants, crushing a large area to death. But if they fall into the room with a piece of armor or a piece of warrior, they are absolute heavenly treasures, or even quasi-artifact-level existences.

"Simply cleaner than a dog licked."

Ye Chen was completely speechless. He completely turned several palaces around and saw nothing but empty stones.

"Forget it."

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. He carried his hands on his back, stepped out of the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, and was about to leave. When he continued to chase the Yuan Ying of the God Child of Ten Thousand Demons, his eyes suddenly condensed and landed on a corner.

"Huh?"

On the corner, I saw a broken blade stuck in the ground. The blade was several meters high, it was dark in its entirety, with rust stains on it, green patina, and dusty surroundings. I don't know how many thousand years or tens of thousands of years have passed without a trace of aura, obviously it has become scrap iron.

"This is..."

Ye Chen touched his chin, walked around the broken blade a few times.

He shot and tapped the broken blade lightly, only to see the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu from his knife, which was extremely crisp. The material is extremely special. It is made of materials that Ye Chen has never seen since his rebirth. It is extremely strong, and even Ye Chen smashed it with a punch, but it couldn't shake it.

"From the point of view of materials, this broken blade is definitely not hundreds of thousands of years ago. It is a bit like some kind of fairy gold that once existed in the ancient times. This is usually used to create the supreme divine treasure, using the strongest. Fairy material. I am afraid that there are not many such fairies in the entire universe. When I built the magical treasures, I went to other worlds to find them."

Ye Chen frowned, the light in his eyes was uncertain, and he thought: "This broken blade should have belonged to a corner blade of a certain standard divine treasure back then, or a sword tip, and finally broke in the battle. , The fairy qi dissipated and turned into mortal iron before inserting here."

But even if the aura is dissipated and turned into iron, it is extremely precious.

That's fairy gold after all!

In order to search for this material, Ye Chen didn’t know how many worlds he walked through, fought with countless strong monsters and sacred beasts, broke into ancient sects based on millions of years, and those top immortals. Fighting against each other is just a piece of golden gold the size of a palm.

"Of course, such a large piece is definitely not made of immortal gold, otherwise its value may be more valuable than an ancient holy land, enough to make the true immortals of the Nine Great Immortal Sects break their heads for it. But it is at least mixed with immortal gold, so it is so strong, and it will remain the same after tens of thousands of years."

Later, the many real immortals that swept the entire Qitian Hall, I don’t know for what reason, maybe thought that its aura was lost, so I accidentally missed it. And those **** sons and young tianjiao people have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, and don't know that this was once a **** weapon, so they didn't care about it.

But Ye Chen was ecstatic, even if it was just a corner of a divine treasure, the remnant soldier broke the blade. Even if the immortal energy and spiritual veins dissipated, it would have turned into iron in millions of years. But after all, it is a divine treasure, cast with immortal gold doped.

There is no magical power, but just strong and sharp, it surpasses all heavenly treasures, even ordinary immortal treasures, they may not be comparable.

"If I hold this soldier, why use a sword to separate the world, I am afraid that with one blow, I can cut the longevity imperial ship and the Promise Starship into two pieces. What kind of sons of the Ten Thousand Demons and the Prophet God, more It's vulnerable. Under all the treasures, I can't stop my sword."

Ye Chen laughed.

And...

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his keen sense of consciousness could vaguely feel that there seemed to be a trace of energy condensed in the depths of this broken blade. The energy is very obscure and weak, but after millions of years, it still hasn't faded.

Obviously, this divine treasure is not completely transformed into iron like it is on the surface.

"Hoo--!"

Ye Chen tried to infuse a trace of mana, but Broken Blade did not respond at all. He frowned slightly and continued to infuse.

As more and more mana was injected, in the end, some of the moss and green patina on the broken blade suddenly peeled away, faintly blooming with a trace of sparkling light.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible suction power came from the depths of the Divine Treasure, and Ye Chen only felt that his huge true essence, instantly like a bank burst, was sucked away by this half of the blade. 10%, 20%, 30%...In the end, that blade sucked Ye Chen's mana close to 90%, which was equivalent to all the true essence of a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator, before finally letting out a soft cry.