He believed in his own strength, and even if he failed to save people, there would be no problem in returning him alive.
But if it really fails, the two Wang brothers and sisters will probably confess, which is something Ye Chen never wants to see.
But now, this is the only way.
Wang Dong burst into tears of gratitude and said, "Brother Ye, thank you very much."
Su Rong giggled and said to Ye Chen: "Lord of Reincarnation, do you have anything else to ask? I, the Qinglai Chamber of Commerce, can answer any questions you have, as long as you can afford the reward."
Hearing this, Ye Chen's heart moved and he said: "I want to know the whereabouts of Tianjun's God-conferring Monument. Madam, can you tell me?"
The Monument of Tianjun’s Conferment of Gods is located in Haotian Territory.
However, the Haotian Territory is vast and boundless, and it is difficult for Ye Chen to locate the location of the Tianjun God-conferring Monument. It is still unclear. It would be great if Su Rong could tell her.
Su Rong smiled and said, "You want to know the whereabouts of the Tianjun God-conferring Monument?"
Ye Chen said: "Yes."
Su Rong said: "I can tell you, as long as you are willing to pay me."
Ye Chen said: "What is the reward? Madam, please tell me."
Su Rong laughed again, with a charming look in her eyes. She stood up and walked behind Ye Chen's seat with gentle steps, carrying the fragrant breeze.
Then, she hugged Ye Chen from behind, pressing his soft and plump part against the back of Ye Chen's head.
Ye Chen only felt a soft and greasy feeling, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.
Su Rong acted as if there was no one around and said with a sweet smile: "Lord of Reincarnation, as long as you are willing to spend a good night with me tonight and have a happy night, I will tell you everything."
These words were very explicit and extremely wanton.
Wang Dong, who was on the side, was stunned on the spot when he saw the skin-to-skin contact between Su Rong and Ye Chen, feeling hot, embarrassed and envious at the same time.
Ye Chen was only embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "Madam, you are joking."
Su Rong smiled and said: "Why, are you unwilling to give me your reincarnation bloodline?"
Ye Chen just shook his head and smiled bitterly, gently pushed Su Rong away, and said: "Madam, forget it, I'll investigate the whereabouts of the Monument to the Gods that day by myself."
Su Rong was pushed away, but she wasn't angry at all. She covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Well, it seems that I am too old to arouse your interest."
Ye Chen said: "Madam is very young, but... ahem... we are not suitable."
Su Rong smiled sweetly again and said, "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. People from Pilgrim Cliff will come over early tomorrow morning. Get ready and set off tomorrow."
Ye Chen said: "Yes."
That night, Ye Chen and Wang Dong stayed overnight at the Qinglai Chamber of Commerce.
Before dawn the next day, the fat shopkeeper woke up the two of them, put them into the clothes of blood slaves, prepared them in advance, and mixed them with the real blood slaves, with their hands and feet tied with ropes. .
At dawn, the old housekeeper led the team of blood slaves out. There were two tough-looking men waiting outside the door.
The old housekeeper exchanged glances with them and handed the rope over.
The two men took the rope and left.
From beginning to end, both parties were in perfect agreement and did not speak.
Ye Chen and Wang Dong concealed their auras and mingled among the crowd of blood slaves. They were led by the two tough men and walked all the way towards the pilgrimage cliff.
At noon, the group came to the foot of the pilgrimage cliff.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up. He saw that the pilgrimage cliff was straight into the sky, very steep, and the rocks were rugged and had a murderous atmosphere.
From the Pilgrimage Cliff, a team of guards came out, put shackles on all the blood slaves such as Ye Chen and Wang Dong, and then drove them up the mountain with shouts and shouts like animals.
After Ye Chen was shackled, he immediately felt that his spiritual energy was completely suppressed and could not be used.
These shackles obviously have special restrictions and can imprison a person's spiritual energy.
Of course, with Ye Chen's strength, he could break through this restriction at any time if he wanted to, so it was not a problem.
Walking all the way to the top of the mountain, getting higher and higher, the view becomes wider and wider, and you can see the scenes of other mountain peaks.
Among the ten sacred mountains, Zushen Peak is the highest.
Ye Chen saw from a distance that there was also a statue of a sacred beast on the top of the Ancestral God Peak, which looked familiar.
It was a statue of a giant bird, with its wings spread out and its majestic horse. There were dots of starlight flowing on the body of the statue, which was extremely magnificent.
"Hey, is that... Star God Qingluan?"
"Is the guardian beast of the Ancestral God Peak the Star God Qingluan?"
Ye Chen was a little surprised. It seemed that the guardian beast of the Ancestral God Peak was probably of the same bloodline as Xiaoqing, the star god Qingluan.
"You bitch! What are you doing standing still? Go faster!"
The guard next to him saw Ye Chen walking a little slower and immediately struck down with his whip.
Ye Chen subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he still restrained himself and received a whip. He pretended to be an ordinary blood slave and let others whip him.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Ye Chen suddenly felt extremely depressed.
It was obviously broad daylight, but there was a dark atmosphere hanging over the top of the mountain, and the smell of blood was everywhere, which was quite heavy.
A statue of a huge blood lion stands majestically, looking into the distance, looking very majestic.
But under the statue of the Blood Lion, there were more than twenty blood slaves tied with iron chains. Each blood slave had dense wounds on his arms, and they were cut with blood every day, which was unspeakable suffering.
All the blood slaves had dull expressions and dull eyes. They were allowed to be squeezed by others and had absolutely no power to resist.
Their blood all gathered into a blood pool.
Several priests in robes sat cross-legged by the blood pool, chanting low incantations, and continuously poured the energy of blood into the statue of the Blood Lion.
(End of chapter)
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