Shrouding the Heavens: One proof, eternal proof, starting from Earth to prove the Dao.

Chapter 107 The Anomalies of the Yin-Yang Cult, Chat Group Upgraded and Expanded

"Charge into the mountain gate!"

Black Emperor was the first to rush in.

The disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect were already terrified and scattered in all directions.

But Black Emperor and his gang didn't care about any of that; they killed anyone they saw and robbed any treasure they found.

In an instant, screams echoed throughout the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate, and blood flowed like a river.

Ye Chen, carrying the little girl, slowly followed her inside.

He paid no attention to the ordinary disciples, but focused on sensing the location of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

"The Yin-Yang Mirror is underground."

Ye Chen's gaze shifted slightly.

Deep within the forbidden area of ​​the Yin-Yang Sect, the aura of a sacred weapon is fluctuating.

The Crimson Dragon Taoist transformed into a streak of crimson light and plunged into the ground.

Moments later, a violent energy fluctuation came from underground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth shook violently, and rocks crumbled; it was the spirit of the Yin-Yang Mirror rebelling.

Legendary weapons possess deities and do not easily recognize a master.

Since the Red Dragon Taoist is not a member of the Yin-Yang Sect, how easy is it for him to truly control the Yin-Yang Mirror?

"Do you need any help?"

Ye Chen asked telepathically.

"We can still hold on."

The Red Dragon Taoist's voice sounded strained.

Although he possessed profound cultivation, he still found it extremely difficult to withstand the resistance of a legendary sacred weapon.

Ye Chen raised his hand and flipped it over, and the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron appeared from the void.

"Go and reason with the deity of the Yin-Yang Mirror."

The black and gold cauldron with dragon patterns trembled, seemingly somewhat unwilling.

It's a supreme imperial weapon after all; it's beneath it to bully a saintly weapon.

But he dared not disobey Ye Chen's orders.

The black and gold cauldron sank into the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang Mirror's resistance came to an abrupt end.

It not only stopped, but also conveyed a sense of ingratiation.

The spirit of the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron has already "made a deal" with the spirit of the Yin-Yang Mirror. The deal is simple: either obediently acknowledge it as its master, or be smashed into scrap metal.

The spirit of the Yin-Yang Mirror wisely chose the former.

A moment later, the Crimson Dragon Taoist flew out from underground, holding an ancient mirror in his hand.

The ancient mirror was about the size of a palm, one side as black as ink and the other as white as jade, flowing with the two energies of yin and yang.

This is the sacred weapon passed down through generations of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Thank you, young master."

The Crimson Dragon Taoist bowed to Ye Chen.

Although he possessed profound cultivation, he had never had a suitable weapon.

Now that we have this legendary weapon, our combat power has at least doubled.

"The deity of the Yin-Yang Mirror has been taken in by the little cauldron, so you can just use it."

Ye Chen waved his hand.

The Crimson Dragon Taoist nodded and absorbed the Yin-Yang Mirror into his body to nurture it.

Thus, the Yin-Yang sect was completely destroyed.

"That's it?"

Pang Bo shook the blood off his fist, still somewhat unsatisfied.

He originally thought that as a major sect in Zhongzhou, the Yin-Yang Sect would have to fight a tough battle.

From the moment we rushed in until now, it hasn't even been a warm-up.

Something's not right.

Ye Fan frowned.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate had become a ruin, with corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Blood flowed like a river; it was a horrific sight.

The ordinary disciples either ran away or died, and the rest were chased to the point of having nowhere to run or escape by the Black Emperor and Duan De.

"What's wrong with them? They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs."

Black Emperor emerged from the ruins with a piece of divine essence in his mouth, his face full of smugness.

"A clay chicken or a clay dog?"

Ye Fan shook his head.

The Yin-Yang Sect was able to gain a foothold in Zhongzhou not only because of these powerful figures.

Every great religion with a long history has its own profound heritage.

But from the beginning until now, not a single decent strong person has appeared.

"Ye Fan is right."

"I've lived for so many years and have witnessed quite a few massacres."

"A large sect like the Yin-Yang Sect would have at least a few saint-level figures dormant deep within its ancestral land."

The Red Dragon Taoist looked solemn.

"But today, not even a saint has appeared, let alone a king."

The Crimson Dragon Taoist paused.

"Brother Chilong is right. Several of our predecessors are also sleeping in our demon race."

"If the Yin-Yang Sect only had this much wealth, it would have been swallowed up by other forces long ago. How could it have survived until now?"

The Peacock King nodded as well.

As everyone chimed in with their own opinions, the more they talked, the more they realized something was amiss.

Ye Fan turned and walked towards Ye Chen. Since they were going to wipe out the entire family, they had to do it cleanly.

Ye Chen was holding the little girl on the warship. The little girl was sleeping soundly on Ye Chen's shoulder, her little hand still tightly gripping his collar.

"elder brother."

Ye Fan called out in a low voice, afraid of waking the little girl.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Chen glanced at him.

"Normally, such a great sect should have at least a few sleeping ancestors, but none of them have appeared today."

"Even if they react slowly, the mountain gate has been demolished; shouldn't they be awake by now?"

Ye Fan voiced his doubts.

What do you think?

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly.

"I feel there's something strange about this."

"Could it be that you secretly did something, brother?"

Ye Fan said seriously.

Although Ye Fan was asking a question, his tone was already quite certain.

"Not too stupid."

Ye Chen smiled gently.

He raised his right hand and waved his long sleeve.

"boom""

The deepest building of the Yin-Yang Sect collapsed, revealing a deep, dark cave entrance.

Inside the cave, several beams of light flickered, carrying a chilling aura.

"That is—"

Ye Fan's pupils contracted.

Ye Chen raised his hand and summoned five pieces of divine source material from the ground.

Each piece of divine source is taller than a person, crystal clear, and exudes a rich, irresistible spiritual energy.

Above the five divine sources hangs an ancient pottery jar.

"Are these the saints of the Yin-Yang Sect?"

Duan De's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Because he saw that each of the five divine sources contained a person.

The weakest is at the Saint realm, and the strongest has even reached the peak of Saint King, with one foot already in the Great Saint realm.

"Five saints?"

The Peacock King gasped.

Any one of the five sleeping saints could easily sweep away everyone present except Ye Chen.

But now, all five saints are sealed inside the divine source, completely still.

It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they simply dare not move!

The Devouring Demon Jar hovered above the five divine sources, casting streaks of dark light that firmly held the five divine sources in place.

"No wonder they didn't put up any decent resistance as they fought their way in."

"It turns out that the tough nuts had already been chewed up by the eldest brother."

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Pang Bo suddenly realized.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"I knew it! How could the Yin-Yang Sect be so weak? It turns out they were dealt with by the old master beforehand."

Black King wagged its tail and fawned over Ye Chen's feet.

"I still have a use for these five sages, so I'll keep them for now."

"As for the other things of the Yin-Yang Sect, you can decide how to divide them."

Ye Chen raised his hand and put away the Devouring Demon Jar along with the five pieces of divine source.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"The treasure trove of the Yin-Yang Sect belongs to me!"

Black Emperor was the first to rush out.

"Bullshit! I saw it first!"

Duan De rolled up his sleeves and chased after him.

Pang Bo, the Holy Prince, the Peacock King, and others followed suit. Even the Crimson Dragon Daoist couldn't resist and transformed into a streak of crimson light, rushing towards the depths of the Yin-Yang Sect.

For a time, chaos erupted within the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate, even more lively than the battle that had just taken place.

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