Chapter 7121 True or False

"Young Master..."

Hearing a wailing from inside, Ye Chen continued: "I will break the bronze coffin and rescue you!"

Ye Chen clenched his five fingers and slammed the coffin lid with a palm.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, nothing moved.

Although Ye Chen did not use extremely strong martial arts, the power of this palm could seriously injure the middle and late stages of the Baijia Realm.

Three consecutive palms, it's a pity that Ye Chen's strength could not shake it at all.

Strange.

"Young Master?" Zhu Yuan's voice came from the coffin.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. Could it be that the will of heaven and earth here can weaken his power?

"Wait a minute, I'll go find a helper!"

Ye Chen then remembered that there was a supreme elder of the Shenwu Hall outside. Although his strength is greatly reduced now, his realm is far above his own. With him, he will definitely help Zhu Yuan escape.

"Young Master, wait a minute, I think I found a way!" An anxious voice came from the coffin, and hurriedly called Ye Chen.

"What can I do?" Ye Chen looked back subconsciously, and saw the old man from the Shenwu Hall on the bluestone steps outside the hall, with his back to him, saying nothing.

"Old man?" Ye Chen shouted, but the figure not far away ignored him and didn't even turn around.

Ye Chen realized something and turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Young Master! No need to go!"

Zhu Yuan's voice came, but it was covered by some kind of power. Ye Chen looked back at the bronze coffin again and continued to walk towards the old man from the Shenwu Hall.

"What are you doing!"

A light palm slapped the old man's shoulder from the Shenwu Hall. Ye Chen also caught a glimpse of this scene. He had no time to dodge, and he was instantly locked by the arms of the Buddha and Demon Stone Statue.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and the next second the golden armor covered his body, the power of the virtual spirit vein and the virtual monument surged, and the surrounding space was faintly cracked.

The power of space instantly permeated around Ye Chen, and the power of storm turbulence cut off the arms of the Buddha and Demon stone statue. Ye Chen pulled the old man away and left.

At this moment, something strange happened!

"Crack!"

With a muffled sound, the thousand-foot-long giant door slowly opened.

One monk after another ran out, a full nineteen of them, standing on both sides of Ye Chen and others.

"I thought this game of chess would be boring, but it led to the Lord of Samsara. Lord of Samsara, I admit that you are very strong, but it's a pity that you have entered the battle!"

A young monk stepped out in a cassock with cinnabar dotted between his eyebrows.

Ye Chen was slightly startled when he saw this person!

This monk turned out to be Zhu Yuan with his hair shaved off?

Almost exactly the same!

"Zhu Yuan?" Ye Chen frowned, what was going on?

Even the old man from the Shenwu Hall beside him widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief: "What? The person we are looking for is this monk?"

"What person are you looking for?" Zhu Yuan looked at the old man from the Shenwu Hall with doubts. The guy in front of him was about to speak, but was stopped by Ye Chen.

"Nothing, I thought you were suppressed here when we parted. Now that my cultivation has improved greatly, I can't wait to find you!"

Ye Chen smiled and explained.

He didn't explain his purpose, but what Ye Chen said was true. Seeing this, the old man nodded, although he didn't know what Ye Chen was up to.

"So that's it, we misunderstood!"

"Young Master, I once wanted to pursue the end of martial arts, so I was trapped in this Ten Tribulations God and Demon Tower. I have practiced here for a long time, and I can be considered to have completed my cultivation!"

Zhu Yuan then explained, and he didn't forget to put his palms together and smiled.

Seeing this, the old man in the Shenwu Hall had a flash of doubt in his eyes, but then he returned to normal. Zhu Yuan then asked, "Is this your friend?"

Ye Chen nodded gently without saying much.

"Zhu Yuan, I came here for no other reason than to take you away!" Ye Chen smiled and looked at Zhu Yuan and said.

Zhu Yuan in front of him smiled strangely: "Young Master, I don't plan to leave."

"Are you really not going to leave with me?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Monks don't lie, that's right!"

Zhu Yuan flatly refused.

"Well, I came here just because I was worried. Since we've met, I have no regrets. Goodbye, Zhu Yuan!"

Ye Chen nodded and stepped back slowly, pretending to leave.

Zhu Yuan in front of him smiled and waited until Ye Chen walked away, then he turned around without glancing at his face.

"Squeak!"

The moment Zhu Yuan turned around, a dry palm pierced through his chest, and the young monk's expression instantly stiffened.

The palm that pierced through Zhu Yuan's chest was the old man from the Shenwu Hall. Under Ye Chen's instruction, he deliberately let him let down his guard and made a tentative attack.

Sure enough, there was no trace of red in front of Zhu Yuan in front of him, and even that palm was chopped into the air.

"Are you testing me?"

Zhu Yuan slowly turned his head, and the previous warmth between his eyebrows had long gone, replaced by endless anger.

"Sure enough, all this is illusory, even you in front of me, are like this!"

Ye Chen, who had walked away slowly before, had stood side by side with the old man from the Shenwu Hall not far from Zhu Yuan without knowing when.

"Although I don't know who you are, you are definitely not Zhu Yuan!"

"Your voice is completely different from Zhu Yuan's."

Ye Chen stared at the figure in front of him and said slowly: "Earlier in the hall, I was wondering why Zhu Yuan was locked in a bronze coffin!"

“But you still managed to deceive me. It was not until you stopped me from rescuing the old man that I was sure that the person in the coffin was not the real Zhu Yuan!”