Chapter 1589: Zhiyang

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"It's good to kill." The sister-in-law was slain, and the sky was filled with applause, and a group of young children were screaming.
With applause, another person was wiped out.
Ye Chen was mad, and Han Mang was soaked with blood and tears.
Whatever his revenge, he still left regret. Hundreds of reincarnated people were buried for him.
If he could use these people's lives and deaths for the lives of many reincarnation, he wouldn't mind letting the enemies die.
But people are dead, and nothing is possible.
He had to kill and use their heads to sacrifice the hometown's spirit in heaven. The blood debt needed to be paid for with blood.
kill!
He was really crazy, roaring and roaring, holding the Zhundi sword in his hand, splitting when he saw people, bathing in their blood.
The vertical blood and tears have blurred his eyes, blurred his vision, and some are only killing.
The sky is swollen with blood and veiled in blood.
The earth was full of dead bodies, mostly headless people, with broken limbs and broken artifact pieces.
The great rivers and mountains, because of his killings, have become endless hell.
"One day, King will pick your head."
The roar sounded skyward, transmitted from the sky scum of Xutian side.
He had fled and walked away with the help of the portal.
The burial son also fled, struggling to wear out Shou Yuan, and moved the secret law of anti-sky, avoiding Ye Chen lore.
The immortal gods are also stunned.
Regardless of whether they were buried in the God of Heaven, God of Heaven or Fairy God, before they left, they looked at Ye Chen with his teeth gritted, his blood red, and his face sullen.
Ye Chen didn't chase after him. There were too many people, and it was difficult for him to destroy Rao. There were always people running away, and he couldn't stop them.
He stared at Fengxian, murderous ...
Repeated blood robberies have arisen because of her, and all incarnations have died because of her.
"You can't kill me. I'm a Phoenix princess. My ancestor is Phoenix. I'm her descendant. She is kind to you." Fengxian moaned as she fled.
At this moment, she still has a look of high-handed playfulness and a funeral dog.
This round of siege was her plan, and Ye Chen's affection was counted accurately, so she gathered many gods to set the situation.
At the beginning, their robbery was very successful.
Taking Ye Chen's old friend, forcing Ye Chen to submit, she surrendered all the feats, and she thought Ye Chen was dead.
However, it never occurred to them that Ye Chenqiang, who had been forced by their killings, opened the blood boundary.
Since that moment, everything has changed. The situation where the winning ticket is in the hands has been completely reversed.
Nearly 10,000 people were defeated by Ye Chen.
"Even though the Phoenix is ​​here, I want to chop you." Ye Chen growled, a sword splitting the sky and the earth.
Fengxian's delicate body cracked and flew out.
The blood of the phoenix splattered the sky, every drop was dazzling.
"You can't kill me. I'm a descendant of Phoenix. She is kind to you." Feng Xian faced Ye Chen, stumbled back all the way, full of horror.
"Blood debt needs to be paid for with blood." Ye Chen went crazy, raised the Zhundi sword, and cut to Fengxian.
Of course, he hadn't split the sword yet, and an immortal man fired from a distance.
He was punctured on the spot, the sacred body burst, and flew out, hitting dozens of mountains and mountains all the way.
"Xiao Xiao's junior, you have to deal with others."
With the leisurely words, an old man in a purple robe came to the sky, the momentum was magnificent, and the sky was trembling.
If you look closely, it is the Zhiyang Taoist who is the pinnacle of the Great Holy One. With only a few strokes, he can reach the rank of quasi-perfect emperor.
Ye Chen settled down for a spit of blood.
His eyes were even blood-red, staring at the Zhiyang Taoist all the time, all eyes were brutal and murderous.
Previously, under the Ling Mountain of Ximo, if it was not a Zhiyang Taoist, he would have killed Fengxianer.
Now, it was him again that jumped out and saved Fengxian.
At this moment, he did nothing to weaken the impatience of the Zhiyang Taoist, and the impulse drove him crazy.
"Kill me! Come and kill me!" Fengxian smiled unscrupulously, hiding unscrupulously behind the Sunshine Taoist, terrifyingly like an evil spirit.
"Kill." Ye Chen growled and waved the Zhundi sword to kill him. Hatred had once again blinded his wisdom, and he forgot to face a great saint.
"The stubborn spirit is not good." Zhiyang Taoist said coldly, high above him, smashing Ye Chen, and patted it with a palm.
Ye Chen's body burst again and flew out.
Although in the state of blood following limits, although he is holding a quasi-empire, he is still a ant in front of the Great Saint.
But even so, after he settled down, he still killed the past and forced to kill Fengxian in the presence of the Great Saint.
"I can't help it." Zhiyang Taoist hummed coldly like a thunder, waved his hand again, and the sky was broken.
Ye Chen flew blood and blood on the spot and disappeared.
But he was crazy, got up, and rushed again.
The world is booming, like a cricket ant, he charges again and again, but bleeds blood again and again.
Haoyu heaven and earth, stained with holy blood, dazzling.
"Don't rush anymore." The monks of the viewer couldn't bear to watch, expecting Ye Chenmo to do stupid things again.
It was the Great Holy Order, and it was the pinnacle of the Great Holy Order. Just one step away was a terrible quasi-perfect emperor.
Blindly killing, in the end the soul will fly away.
But, unyielding, he has already become a crazy maniac, want to cut Phoenix immortal, and collect blood debt.
I don't know when I saw the roar extinguished.
This time, the Ye Chen didn't get up.
At this moment, he has been beaten from the state of blood succession by life, the flesh is blurred, and the human form is lost.
The silent emperor soldiers were burned, stained with blood, and slanted into the ground.
The Zhiyang Taoist walked slowly, glanced at the Zhundi Sword in a bright light, and whisked it away.
"Kill, kill, kill." Ye Chen still stood up, dragging the broken sacred body, shaking all the way, footprints step by step, dripping with blood.
"It's you who are trying to die." Zhiyang Taoist looked cold and majestic, raised his hand slightly, and pointed at Shenmang.
Chao Ding hummed, blocking Ye Chen.
The sound of a metal collision sounded, and the Zhiyang Taoist pointed at Shenmang and hit the Chaos Ding impartially.
The sparks came out, the chaos tripod was not broken, but it flew out, and the whole fairy light instantly annihilated to the extreme.
The old man of Zhiyang Tao stared for a moment, staring at Chaos Ding, as if he had recognized what made Ding Ding.
He reached out his hand, suppressed the Chaos Ding with one palm, and his eyes bloomed fiercely, full of greed.
Here, Ye Chen had fallen from the sky. Although Chao Ding had taken a blow for him, he also suffered a backlash.
The fairy fire sky thunder flew out, turning into a dragon, surrounding him, rolling around him, and escaping to the distance.
"Senior, he ran away." Fengxian Yao pointed to one side.
"He can't escape." Zhiyang Taoist said coldly, walking on the sky, chasing and killing the past. Ye Chen was a treasure all over him. As a great saint, he liked it very much.
The dragon shapes transformed by Xianhuo Tianlei are all roaring.
They frantically drew Ye Chen Jingyuan and made blood sacrifice on their own, in exchange for speed, and only wished to help Ye Chen escape from birth.
Zhiyang Taoist smiled smirkly, bearded his beard, high above him, like walking in a leisurely court, chasing without hesitation.
Fengxian is also laughing and laughing.
Fairy son, Tian Can and funeral son also returned, and their followers, such as the tide surge.
There are Zhiyang Taoists sitting in the town, they are not afraid at all, showing their white teeth and a grinning smile.
The Quartet sighed, and secretly said Ye Chen could not escape.
Zhiyang Taoist finally raised his hand, still pointing at Shenmang, pointing at Ye Chen, locking his Yuanshen.
The fairy fire sky thunderstorm came together, and together they formed a shield.
However, it is difficult to stop the finger of the Great Saint.
The shield was pierced, along with Ye Chen's brows, his primordial fire was annihilated on the spot.
The magnificent ancient Eucharist was killed by a finger.
The scarlet body was dazzling, fell from the sky, fell into a large river, and flowed away with the waves.
Xianhuo and Tianlei want to follow their masters, but they are suppressed by the wavers of Zhiyang Taoism, and they are also included in the income sleeve.
After doing this, he flicked his sleeves and left.
"Dead, dead." Behind him, there were unscrupulous laughter, the immortal goddess and Fengxian, who were ugly and excited.
"Remove him." Fengxian gritted his teeth and said, "Make me a puppet. I will let him kneel in front of Princess Princess for life."
As soon as this word came out, his followers, unable to wait for their diligence, jumped into the river to catch Yechen.
It is strange that when jumping down to more than a hundred people, Ye Chen was not found and nothing was caught.
"Look for me, keep looking for me." Feng Xianer, like a mad dog, was perverted.
"Look, continue to find the king." The fairy son, Tian Can, and the funeral son also roared and shed their hair.
"It's a mess." Everyone who watched outside was cursing. "Everyone is dead."