Ask the Common People: Break the World and Become a God

When the thick fog wrapped in the smell of blood entered Ye Wuchen's nostrils, he was staring at the half-cut sword in his hand in a daze. The cloud pattern on the sword glows purple under the moonlight. This is the "green edge" that the uncle spent three hundred spirit stones to take from the Xuanbing Pavilion. At this moment, it is like a piece of scrap metal inserted into the chest of Butler Fu Bo. The old man's hand was tightly gripping the sword blade, and his palm was bloody and bloody, but he left a half-foot gap between the pyre behind him - where the last bloodline of the Ye family was hidden. "Chen'er... Cough... Remember..." Uncle Fu suddenly twitched violently, and the black blood gushing from his throat soaked into the hidden pocket on his front. Ye Wuchen trembled and took out the contents of the bag. It was a burnt yellow page with traces of flames licking around the edges. The sound of boot soles crushing green tiles came from outside the woodshed. "Search! "Chaos Dao Code" must be in the Ye family!