He believed in his own strength, even if he failed to save people, it would be no problem to retreat unscathed.

But if it really failed, the two brothers and sisters of the Wang family would probably confess, which Ye Chen would never want to see.

But now, there is only this way.

Wang Dong was grateful and said, "Brother Ye, thank you very much."

Su Rong giggled coquettishly, and said to Ye Chen: "Lord of Reincarnation, do you have any questions? I, 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 the Tianjun Conferred God Stele, ma'am, can you tell me?"

The Tianjun Fengshen Monument is in Haotianyu.

However, the Haotian Territory is vast and boundless, and it is difficult for Ye Chen to locate the Tianjun Conferring God Stele. It is still unclear. It would be great if Su Rong could tell.

Su Rong smiled and said, "Do you want to know the whereabouts of the Tianjun Fengshen 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's the reward? Ma'am, please tell me."

Su Rong laughed again, her eyes were full of charm, she stood up gracefully, moved lightly with lotus steps, and walked behind Ye Chen's seat with a fragrant breeze.

Then, she hugged Ye Chen from behind, and the soft and plump part stuck to the back of Ye Chen's head.

Ye Chen only felt soft and greasy for a while, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Su Rong acted as if no one was around, and said with a coquettish smile, "Lord of Reincarnation, as long as you are willing to spend a good night with me tonight and have a good night, I will tell you everything."

These words were very explicit and extremely debauchery.

Wang Dong on the side, seeing Su Rong and Ye Chen's skin-to-skin closeness, was stunned on the spot, feeling hot, embarrassed, and envious.

Ye Chen was only embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "Ma'am, you are joking."

Su Rong smiled and said, "Why, are you unwilling to give me your reincarnation blood?"

Ye Chen just shook his head and smiled wryly, gently pushed Su Rong away, and said, "Madam, forget it, I'll investigate the whereabouts of the Monument to the Gods by myself."

Su Rong was pushed away, but she wasn't angry, she covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Well, it seems that I'm old, and I didn't arouse your interest."

Ye Chen said: "Madam is very young, but...cough...we are not suitable."

Su Rong smiled coquettishly again, and said: "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. The pilgrims from the cliff will come tomorrow morning. Get ready and set off tomorrow."

Ye Chen said: "Yes."

That night, Ye Chen and Wang Dong stayed in the Qinglai Chamber of Commerce.

Before dawn on the second day, the fat shopkeeper woke up the two of them, changed them into blood slave clothes, prepared in advance, mixed in with the real blood slaves, and tied their hands and feet with ropes .

When it was dawn, the old housekeeper led the team of blood slaves out, and there were two tough-looking men waiting outside the door.

The old butler exchanged glances with them and passed the rope over.

The two men walked away holding the rope.

From the beginning to the end, the two sides had a very tacit understanding and did not speak.

Ye Chen and Wang Dong, concealing their aura, mixed among the blood slaves, were led by those two tough men, and walked all the way to the pilgrimage cliff.

At noon, a group of people came to the foot of the pilgrimage cliff.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up, and saw that the pilgrimage cliff pierced the sky straight, very steep, with jagged rocks, clanging and killing.

From the pilgrimage cliff, a group of guards came out, put shackles on Ye Chen, Wang Dong and all the blood slaves, and then shouted, driving them up the mountain like driving livestock.

After Ye Chen was put on the shackles, he suddenly felt that his aura was completely suppressed, and he couldn't use it.

This shackle obviously has a special restriction ~www.mtlnovel.com~ that can imprison a person's aura.

Of course, with Ye Chen's strength, as long as he wants to break through this restriction, he can break through it at any time, and it is not a problem.

Walking all the way to the top of the mountain, the higher you go, the wider your sight becomes, and you can see the scene of other peaks.

Among the top ten sacred mountains, Zushen Peak is the tallest.

Ye Chen saw from a distance that there was also a statue of a holy beast on the top of Zushen Peak, which looked familiar.

It was a statue of a giant bird, with its wings spread out, it was extremely handsome, and there were dots of starlight circulating on the body of the statue, which was extremely magnificent.

"Hey, is that... Star God Qingluan?"

"Is the guardian beast of Zushen Peak the star **** Qingluan?"

Ye Chen was a little surprised. It seems that the guardian beast of Zushen Peak probably has the same bloodline as Xiaoqing, and they are both the star **** Qingluan.

"Bad slave! What are you doing in a daze? Come on!"

The guard next to him saw that Ye Chen's footsteps were a little slow, so he immediately slashed down with a whip.

Ye Chen subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he held back, took a whip forcibly, pretended to be an ordinary blood slave, and let others whip him.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Ye Chen immediately felt extremely depressed.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the top of the mountain was shrouded in a dark atmosphere, and the smell of blood was everywhere, quite heavy.

A huge blood lion statue of a godly horse stands majestically, looking out into the distance, very mighty.

But under the statue of the blood **** lion, there are more than 20 blood slaves tied with iron chains. Every blood slave has dense wounds on his arms, and his blood is cut every day, which is extremely miserable.

All the blood slaves looked dull, their eyes were dull, and they were allowed to be squeezed by others, without any resistance at all.

Their blood all gathered into a pool of blood.

Several robed priests sat cross-legged by the pool of blood, chanting low-pitched incantations, and poured the energy of blood into the statue of the blood **** lion.