Chapter 1596: One hundred thousand slaughter

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"Kill, sacrifice and kill him, and destroy him." The burial gods, the impatiens, and the dead gods all carried swords to point to Ye Chen.
Immediately, the Quartet trembled in the sky, and hundreds of killing arrays and dozens of vacant killing arrays were filled with the sky.
Shenwei recovered, and hundreds of killings swept out of the mansions.
This is not the end. Nearly 100,000 monks have launched attacks, or magic instruments, or magical powers, or palm prints, or boxing shadows, or sword mounts, all over the sky.
Ye Chen was drowned for a moment, and the virtual sky collapsed.
"Come on! Come on!" Fengxian and others, smiling awkwardly, unscrupulously, have some perverts of tyrannical bloodthirsty.
"Hundreds of killing monks, nearly 100,000 monks, collective attacks, even the great saints were also wounded, Ye Chen will surely die." The Quartet froze, this battle is really too big.
However, the turbulent clouds dispersed, but the figure still stood there, like a mountain, standing still.
Just kidding, is the holy bone of the Great Eucharist a joke?
Dare to regret with the mighty emperor soldiers, even if there is no previous years of power, but this type of attack can not be destroyed.
The monks of the Quartet changed, and their eyes were incredible.
"How could it be." Fengxian them, their expressions also changed, and they subconsciously retreated, feeling only the trembling of their hearts.
"Everyone must be buried." Ye Chen uttered words, with majesty and coldness, resounded through Haoyu Jiuxiao.
After that, he slightly raised his hand and swept across the void with one palm.
The terrible picture came to light, all the places where Ye Chen's palm passed were ashes. Whether it was a quasi-sage or a sage, it instantly turned into a blood mist, and the flesh disappeared with the Yuan God.
It was the palm of the world that wiped out the sky.
Blood, red, and bloody.
"How could it be so arrogant, is Ye Chen a Great Saint?" The spectator and his voice trembled, his face pale.
"This ... at least 10,000 people were killed!"
"I haven't seen it in a few days. The Eucharist is invincible?"
"Let's go." The extinct body roared, and he was about to walk away.
Of course, as soon as his forefoot was lifted, and he was unable to cast Feilei Shenjue in the future, he saw that the Quartet Xutian was imprisoned.
"Is it okay?" Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, the cold words sounded, and her fingertips lingered.
The eyes of the perishing body were highlighted, and for the first time, his face appeared in fear. The extinct body of the god, the thunderbolt of the Thunder God, is unprecedented, and he has no chance to escape.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, abandoning his practice for the road.
The screaming of the dead body shrieked hysterically.
At this scene, the Quartet could not help but air-condition. .
Wushen Deity Wushuang is unparalleled, and his ability to escape is incomparable. He is so horrified that he was won.
A deity, a nightmare of a generation, was so easily suppressed by Ye Chen, which made people feel very unreal.
"Fengxian, all Fengxian, she deceived the king." When the Quartet trembled, a frightened roar came from one side.
It was the burial of the God of Heaven, who wanted to take the teleportation platform to walk away, but Ye Chen confused the space and cut off his escape.
"Blood debt needs to be paid for with blood." Ye Chen gave a faint whisper, covering the sky with a palm, and destroying the sky and the earth.
"I fight with you." The burial son was full of madness, his brows were full of radiance, and all of them were shot.
Each of these immortals is a horror weapon, including a magic mirror, a treasure seal, a copper furnace, and a sword. There are thousands of them, such as bright stars hanging from the sky.
He was really crazy, blood sacrifice Shou Yuan, the origin of the blood, tried his best to urge many instruments, and hit Ye Chen against the sky.
Of course, all his struggles were useless. Although he had many magical instruments, they were all furnishings, and it was difficult to stop Ye Chen.
A treasure, under the palm of Ye Chen, a fragment is broken, the sound is crisp, the pieces of the weapon are flying all over the sky, and the sky is falling like a light rain, turning into gray in the fall.
The blood flower immediately bloomed, the body of the burial God burst, the body was crushed by Ye Chen, and the Yuan was banned.
He didn't kill the Tenjin Son, but sealed his Yuan Shen.
Still, he wants these people to kneel under the mountains of mountains, and to sacrifice the dead with their blood.
When the funeral of heaven was captured, a sea of ​​magic blood appeared at Ye Chen's feet, rolling over and engulfing the world.
The wailing grows louder than the evil spirits in Hell.
Nearly 100,000 monks were swallowed one by one.
The magic sea raged through, and 100,000 monks were slaughtered.
Ye Chen ascended the sky, staring at the last person.
It was Fengxian, who dragged her body stumbled and fled, and every time she tried to move the stage, she was interrupted by Ye Chen.
"My ancestors rescued me, my ancestors rescued me." She moaned frantically, like a bereavement dog, no matter how high she was, or how the princess looked a little bit.
Failed, the siege of Ye Chen, failed again, and more defeated than the last time.
One hundred thousand monks are like furnishings. It is difficult to stop him from slaughtering himself. He is really a god, and it is powerful and shocking.
"Blood debt and blood compensation." Ye Chen stepped across the empty sky, a horrific killing, which made these heavens become ice.
However, there is a change, which is an unmatched swordman, split from a distance, and split him back.
"Zhiyang Taoist." Brother Sifang was surprised.
It is indeed a wise man from Zhiyang. He came from the void, holding a excalibur, but the emperor's sword burned silent.
Just a trace, he is Zhundi, and now holding the Zhundi sword, his coercion is stronger, every time the soles of the feet fall, the sky trembles, making people kneeling.
He was still so high, a pair of old eyes with deep eyes, all around, just like a king over the world.
Seeing that it was a Zhiyang Taoist, Fengxianru grabbed the life-saving straw and rushed away, hiding behind the Zhiyang Taoist.
"What is the relationship between Zhiyang and Fengxian." The Sifang monk wondered, "Save her for the third time."
"The relationship must be unusual." Someone groaned. "Otherwise, every time Fengxian suffers, he comes to help."
"The old husband pointed at such a calculation, they both have a leg." The old gods stick their beards, each of them has a meaningful meaning.
"What shocked me was that Ye Chen could carry Zhiyang with a sword without dying." In a word, everyone's eyes showed a deep meaning, and they were also mixed with doubts.
At the peak of the Great Holy Class, holding a quasi-empire sword, one sword cut the sky and destroyed the earth, but he failed to kill Ye Chen's quasi-sanitary class.
That alone can tell a lot.
"Have you ever seen the clues?" In the corner of the crowd, a young man in plain clothes appeared, his eyes were like stars, his black hair was like a waterfall, and he looked carefully, wasn't it the emperor?
He also came, and beside him, there was a Buddha, and this Buddha, needless to say, was the West Deity of Ximo.
"There is a quasi-Emperor's power hidden in his body." Xi Zun Buddha's eyes flashed, and his words were full of meaning.
"There is also the breath of the Heaven's Forbidden Zone." Zhonghuang frowned. "What did he experience these days?"
"Most of them were rescued by the restricted area, and the sacred bones of the Great Eucharist were fused." Xi Zun groaned, "and the hidden quasi-premier power comes from the power of the Holy Bone.
"In this way, many families in Zhongzhou were destroyed and many gods were arrested. Most of them were also done by Ye Chen." Zhong Huang Qingran, "It can resist the attack of Zhiyang without any problems, and it becomes the bone of the sacred body. It's unparalleled. "
In an empty sky, Ye Chen had stabilized her figure, and there was a blood sacral chest, with holy blood overflowing, very dazzling.
But in an instant, the sacred blood flowing back turned back, and the wound was healed, and he recovered in a blink of an eye.
He did not expect Zhiyang to come again, and chopped him with a Zhundi sword. Without the holy bone guard, he would have been annihilated.
However, if it is the sacred bone guard with a great sanctified body and Zhiyang is here, then the new and old hatreds will be counted together.
It has been said by nature that the sacred bones of the Dacheng Eucharist are fused under the quasi-perfect emperor level.
Although the Zhiyang Taoist can only reach the level of Zhundi by only a touch, he has not yet made that step.
"Kill me! Come and kill me!" Feng Xian began to scream again, revealing Sen Bai's teeth, hiding behind Zhi Yang's side, smiling unscrupulously, the teeth of the people watching were itchy.
"The evil barrier is not yet ambush." ​​Zhiyang Taoist drank coldly, but there was horror in his heart, how terrible his sword warrior was, and Ye Chen was safe and sound.
His old eyes flashed cold and cold, Ye Chen was too weird. If there is enough time for these existences, he must be an eternal giant and must not stay.
"If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, you have no way to vote in hell." Ye Chen smiled and twisted his neck fiercely.
"Today, destroy your nine races." His dark eyes bloomed with coldness and coldness, full of tyranny and bloodthirsty, majestic and cold words, resounded through Jiuxiao.