Chapter 1280: Those who do not kneel, die

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This ancient city is also very prosperous. There are crowds of people on the street, and monks come and go. There is no mortal, and there are many supernatural beings who come along and meet more than one quasi-sage.
There are many people on the street.
Looking closely, the onlookers were pointing at a ragged woman.
The woman was about twenty years old, barefoot, with disheveled hair, holding a in her hands, walking tremblingly on the street while shaking her clothes, like a begging beggar.
She seemed to have been stimulated. She had some abnormal nerves. She lowered her head and scratched her head, and sometimes looked up and looked at everyone in horror, as if she was afraid of everything in this world.
The people on both sides of the street were disgusted, and many people had covered their noses. They were as far away as dodging stars. The swear words continued in their mouths, and the woman could not wait to die.
However, there were so many people who did not escape, but blocked in the middle of the road.
They were two big of Hu Yan, fierce and evil, just like two robbers who licked the blood with their swords.
They didn't shy away from each other, each touching their chin, looking up and down her, fierce eyes, and kinky. The light of evil flashed, it seemed that they did not mind bringing the female beggar back to enjoy.
"Little girl, come with me!" A big man smiled, showing a disgusting big yellow tooth.
The woman seemed to be frightened, holding her head and curled up, especially when she saw the fierce evil in the smile of the big Han, and even made her whole body shiver.
"I'll treat you well." The big man stepped forward, laughing, obscene, obscene and brutal. He pulled out his big hand and tried to get rid of the woman's disheveled hair, but was avoided by the woman's nerve.
"Have shame on your face." The big man suddenly looked fierce, and suddenly raised his palm.
Of course, the hand of the big man only stunned, and was grasped by a hand that suddenly appeared.
The next moment, the big man felt that his body was out of balance, then left his feet on the ground, and was thrown into Xu Tian, ​​before he landed, he burst into blood mist in Xu Tian.
you....!
The other man suddenly changed color and wanted to escape, but a ray of light shot from behind him.
puff!
The blood flower bloomed, and another big man turned into a blood mist.
The picture was so that the people on both sides trembled and looked at the two shots, a young man and a bald head, who were looking for the reincarnated Ye Chen and Long Yi.
Ye Chen stepped forward, trying to touch the woman's cheek.
The woman ducked again, while stumbled back, while looking at Ye Chen in horror, holding her head tightly in her hands, for fear that Ye Chen rushed forward to grab her food.
Ye Chen's nose was sour, tears swirled in her eyes, and she suddenly stepped forward and carried the woman into her arms.
The woman wanted to break free, but Ye Chen hugged even tighter. "Don't be afraid of poems and paintings, my brother is here."
A warm word made the struggling woman tremble a bit, raised her cheek, and saw a vicissitude face through the disheveled hair, and she looked a little confused.
Don't be afraid!
Ye Chen choked a smile and patted her back gently.
The woman stopped resisting, just looking at the face, his arms were very warm.
Seeing this scene, people around them talked again and again, pointing at Ye Chen and Lin Shihua, and watching Ye Chen holding her, more people covered their noses, and looked disgusted.
"Look what you see, get out of here." The dragon flew, snapped, and there was a cold flash in his eyes.
"Young man, talk carefully, so as not to cause death." Yoyo's words sounded, it was an old man in purple clothes, his voice was a bit gloomy, and he was angry at Long Yi's scolding.
"Everyone, kneel with her for reparations, those who do not kneel, die." Ye Chen was holding Lin Shihua in one hand, with an indifferent look, and his words were bland and extremely incomprehensible. Cang Sheng died in Da Chu, but now it looks like this. The Cang Sheng they protect, but they all show disgust to her, how can he not be angry.
"An imperial realm, it's a real breath." The old man in purple again shouted loudly.
Of course, in the next second, his head was separated from his body, his head rolled down, his eyes were full of incredible colors, and he was killed instantly by his grandeur.
"This ...." The people present were suddenly discolored, but it was a royal state!
"Kneeling is not kneeling." Ye Chen said lightly.
Everyone frowned, and someone whispered, "Can't we bother to hide?"
Only then did the man take a step and was pierced by a god.
The man stared at the blood hole in his chest, his eyes protruding, unbelievable. He fell down on the spot and died instantly.
"Little friend, it's too much." A gray-haired old man at the peak of the imperial realm gave a cold voice.
"In a word, kneeling is not kneeling." Ye Chen's words remained flat.
"Look for death." The gray-haired old man burst into anger and smashed, but Ling Chen smashed it out, but was knocked out by Ye Chen with a wave of his palm, and flew hundreds of feet upside down.
hiss!
The scene was full of air-conditioned sounds, shocking Ye Chen's fighting power, and also shocking Ye Chen's fierce means.
puff! puff! puff!
In the shock, Xianmang shot, all the standing figures turned into blood mist.
Kneeling, we kneel!
Immediately, someone threw himself on the ground. If they didn't kneel, they would be the next to be destroyed. Although they didn't know what Ye Chen had to do with this female beggar, they knew they could survive on knees.
However, not everyone was on their knees, and there were still some individuals standing coldly.
Ye Chen didn't speak. She took Lin Shihua with one hand and waved with one hand. Wherever she passed, there were no standing people, only bursting blood mist. But those who were still standing were destroyed piece by piece.
Kneeling, we kneel!
At this moment, those stiff people also hurried to kneel on the ground.
Ye Chen settled down and stood still.
In this ancient city, there are still people who do not kneel, there are two in the restaurant on the left, four in the restaurant not far away, one in the restaurant behind, and one in the eastern restaurant.
They are all quasi-sages. At this moment, they are tasting the fine wine, and they do not care about Ye Chen's killing, as if they knew that Ye Chen did not dare to shoot at them, and they were very confident in their fighting ability.
"The eight above, come down," Ye Chen said lightly, "knelt down and plead with her."
"Little friends, arrogant people, there is no good end." A purple-clad sacred saint yelled, still drinking light wine, "It is difficult to achieve a positive result for those who kill too much heart."
Ye Chen didn't speak, and stepped on the ground.
At that moment, the ancient city shuddered, and the standing restaurants collapsed at the foot of Ye Chen.
This time, the eight quasi-sages came down and landed on the ground.
Still the quasi-princess in purple clothes, holding his beard lightly, looking at Ye Chen, his words screamed, "You can choose a way of death."
Ye Chen didn't say a word, shrinking one step into an inch, and killed the purple-clad Zhunsheng in an instant.
you....!
At the last moment, the quasi-purple saint who was light and windy, this moment's discoloration, I didn't know that Ye Chen still had these mysterious statures, and even his quasi-sacred practice, he couldn't figure out Ye Chen's figure.
puff!
Blood splattered, and the half of the body in the purple-clad Zhunsheng was blasted into a mist by Ye Chen.
The old man in purple stepped on his back and hadn't fixed his figure yet. A domineering immortal mane had already shot and penetrated his Danhai. His quasi-holy practice was instantly wiped out.
I ... my cultivation!
Ziyi Zhunsheng roared and could not accept this fact.
boom!
After all, the body of Zhu Yisheng, who was unable to support her, fell to her knees with a bang.
Renovated as a waste, he is no longer a quasi-sanctity, but a complete waste.
Perhaps it was only at this moment that he really understood what it was to regret. He held the quasi-religion as invincible in the world, but he did not survive even one move in the hands of an imperial realm. I knew that Ye Chen was so strong that he should not pretend You should kneel down honestly, and you won't be in such trouble.
This this....!
The other seven quasi-gods stepped back, looking pale, and Ye Chen's strength was far beyond their expectations. All the quasi-holy stupids were overwhelmed by one move and then all were abolished.
Withdrawing and retreating, the seven quasi-principles suddenly turned around and set foot on the empty sky. If they could not afford it, they could only escape.
Of course, they just stepped into the virtual sky, they were pressed down by a golden hand covering the sky.
puff! puff! puff!
The seven immortals flew and blood splattered in succession, and the cultivation of the seven quasi-sages was also discarded on the spot.
I ... my cultivation!
The roar shook the earth, and they were no longer high-level quasi-sages, and they became a downright waste, which was more painful than killing them, and it was their life!
Seeing this, the dragon sneered, "Let you, you don't kneel, this is what you asked for."
what....!
The painful roars of the seven quasi-sages all fell to their knees on the ground before they knew what to regret. If they knelt down, there would be no such distress. As Long Yi said, these were what they asked for.
At this point, there are no more standing people in this ancient city kneeling down one after another, each shivering, just like Lin Shi's paintings before, with a pale face and eyes full of horror.
Ye Chen left, pulling hand in hand with Lin Shihua still shaking with horror.
She wasn't resisting, leaving Ye Chen and Ye Chen to pull. The warm big hand gave her endless warmth, making her not want to resist and feeling the youth in front of him very kind.
Why! Why!
Behind him, the eight quasi-sages roared and screamed, "I wait for you to be innocent and enmity, why is this."
Ye Chen walked out of the ancient city, her figure disappeared, but a majestic and cold word came back, "The survival of Wancang Clan was fought with 90 million heroes. She is one of them. Every mountain, every river, every tree, every grass, every flower, every soul, and every soul, including you, owes them. "