After Guevara got Ye Qing's permission, he was secretly happy. He quickly found a secluded spot by the roadside and started to release the stench.
Not long after, Guevara successfully created a pile of items. He was quite meticulous. He found a storage ring and put all the items inside. After all, they were all piles of smelly items. If he held them in his hand, it would affect his appearance.
Guevara flew across the sky and landed on the coffin. He smiled and passed the storage ring to Ye Qing. He said slowly, "Boss, since I have joined the Army of Cheats, I have to do my part!
Consider this a little gift from me! "
Guevara had a wretched smile on his face. It was as if what he took out was not something disgusting, but something precious.
Ye Qing's eyelids suddenly rolled, and he seemed to be able to smell the stench from the storage ring.
It seemed like Guevara, Grass Mud Horse, Ah Kun, and the others were the same kind of people. The items that they created were all smelly.
Ye Qing took the storage ring that Guevara gave him and frowned. He quickly threw it into the Ancient Bronze Coffin. He was afraid that he would smell the stench that was coming out from the coffin.
When he threw it in, Ye Qing gave Guevara a look.
Guevara understood what Ye Qing meant. The moment the storage ring fell into the coffin, he controlled it from afar and opened it. Suddenly, a disgusting stench spread out from the Ancient Bronze Coffin.
The five Saint Kings that were locked in the Ancient Bronze Coffin roared in anger. They used all kinds of violent methods to try to open the coffin.
The coffin lid shook even more violently. However, Ye Qing sat firmly on top of it. It was simply impossible for them to open the coffin lid.
It was strange. The Ancient Bronze Coffin looked like a First Revolution Sacred Artifact, but its power was shocking. Its sturdiness was heaven-defying. It was not damaged even after being bombarded by the five Saint Kings.
It should be known that the Ancient Bronze Coffin had been bombarded by the Sky Martial Realm expert, Guevara, but it did not show any signs of damage.
Ye Qing highly suspected that the ancient bronze coffin was not a Rank One Sacred Artifact, but an even more heaven-defying existence.
However, there was no point in dwelling on the level of the coffin. Ye Qing was more concerned about the Saint Kings within the coffin.
They had been clamoring and going against Ye Qing. Now, it was time for them to have a taste of their own prowess!
Under Ye Qing's instructions, the stock made by Ah Kun and the Grass Mud Horse was thrown into the ancient bronze coffins by Ye Qing for the Saint Emperors to enjoy.
Stealing Guevara's products was already disgusting enough. Now, with the addition of the Grass Mud Horse and Ah Kun's products, the combination of the three smells was simply horrifying!
For a moment, the Ancient Bronze Coffin seemed to have become a living hell. It was incomparably terrifying.
No matter how high the cultivation of the three people in the ancient bronze coffin was, they could not bear it and fell into a coma.
Ye Qing chuckled. His goal had been achieved. Next, he would let the pallbearers carry the Saint Emperors and have fun.
Under Ye Qing's command, the pallbearers began to move. They shouted and did all kinds of tricks. The atmosphere was incomparably joyous.
Many Saint Kings passing by were baffled when they saw the pallbearers. Question marks hung on their heads.
Brother, this is the trial of the Path to Heaven, okay?
You guys are carrying the coffins here. Can't you show some respect to the Saint Kings participating in the trial?
The Path to Heaven was full of danger. Everyone was careful as if they were treading on thin ice. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.
The pallbearers led by Ye Qing were undoubtedly too high-profile. They swaggered through the streets on the Path to Heaven.
"Brothers, do you see the leader of our Dragon Palace?"
A Saint King of the Dragon Palace was a little confused. He had been looking for the Dragon Palace Master but could not find any trace of him.
In fact, it was not only the Saint Kings of the Dragon Palace who were looking for their leader. Some Saint Kings of the Zai Family, Sacred Sun Temple, and the Feather Tribe were also panicking. They had lost their backbone when they could not find their leader.
A group of Saint Kings gathered together and discussed. In the process, someone stood out and shouted, "I think I saw the Dragon Palace Master being caught by the Alliance Master and thrown into the coffin!"
Someone stepped forward to speak. In an instant, the gazes of the hundreds of Sacred Kings present all turned to Ye Qing. They were somewhat confused.
Faced with the doubts of the people, Ye Qing smiled indifferently. "If you guys continue to speak, the coffins of the five Saint Emperors will not be closed!"
As Ye Qing spoke, he gave a look to the black turtle, the Great Sage. Under Ye Qing's instructions, the black turtle, the Great Sage, increased its speed and ran with the coffin.
On the Path to Heaven, the pallbearers of the Army of Cheats began to run wildly. Behind them, a group of Saint Kings followed. They pestered Ye Qing to release the leaders of their families or sects.
Ye Qing obviously did not care. He had captured the five Saint Emperors with great difficulty. How could he let them go so easily?
The five Saint Emperors were in the smelly coffins and had already fainted a few times.
When they woke up and heard the shouts outside, they immediately shouted loudly, asking for help from outside.
The Saint Kings of their families and sects were outside. There were even a few Saint Emperors. However, the Saint Emperors in the coffins were struggling in vain.
Getting help was easier said than done. Ye Qing held a second cycle saint artifact, the Dragonslayer Saber, at all times. With Ye Qing's current heaven-defying methods, regular Saint Emperors would not be able to get close.
As time went on, the pallbearers began to run wildly. They gradually became exhausted.
Even though their steps were firm and they always wore smiles on their faces, their cultivation was still a little lacking. They had basically used up all the Yuan Qi within them.
Ye Qing ordered the pallbearers of the black turtle to rest for a while. They went to the Myriad Domain Shuttle for now.
The Myriad Domain Shuttle had been placed in the system space by Ye Qing, so they were actually in Ye Qing's system space.
After the Great Sage's pallbearers of the black turtle began to rest, Ye Qing moved and personally lifted the bronze coffin. He could feel an ancient aura spreading around him.
Without a doubt, this aura came from the bronze coffin. Ye Qing had a feeling that if he wanted to refine the bronze coffin, he would need to find the third Huangfu Lan. Otherwise, it would be impossible.
In a flash, Ye Qing flapped his eight demonic wings and glided through the sky at fifteen times the speed of light.
The brothers of the Army of Cheats followed behind Ye Qing. Very soon, they were unable to keep up. They could only see the blurry figure of Ye Qing's back. In the end, they could no longer see him clearly.
Ye Qing carried the coffin at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, he had traveled a very long distance on the Path of Ingress.
However, there was still no end to the Path of Ingress. It was as if it would never end.