Chapter 1597: Zhundi?

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"Look for death." Zhiyang Taoist drank coldly, striding one step across the sky, holding the Zhundi sword, chopped off in the air.
"Destroy me? Do you deserve it?" Ye Chen snorted, rushed to the front, did not hide or dodge, regretted his sacred body, clenched his golden fist, played the king in his palm, and was unparalleled.
puff! puff!
Blood splattered, and the Zhiyang Taoist slashed Ye Chen's shoulder with a sword, almost unloading Ye Chen's arm, and the Holy Blood was dazzling.
To this end, he also paid the due price, took a punch from Ye Chen, half of his body was beaten, and his blood flew across.
"It's too ... too ..." The monks in quartet were frightened, swallowed droolingly, and thought that they had read it wrong.
In a one-hit hard battle, the Zhiyang Taoist at the peak of the Great Holy One was beaten with a punch by the quasi-savvy Ye Chen.
"What's wrong, when did the quasi-sage become so strong." Too many people scratched their heads, only feeling dizzy.
"The sacred bone of the Great Eucharist is really overbearing." Xi Zun and the Emperor shook their heads with a smile, and were shocked.
"He actually forced the retreat." Fengxian was also shocked, pale, and hurriedly offered the teleportation platform.
"It's impossible." The hardest thing to accept is the Zhiyang Taoist.
He is the Great Saint! The pinnacle of the Great Holy One is just the quasi-perfect emperor. Holding the quasi-perfect soldier, he was vomited by a quasi-sanitary class. This is a shame, a great shame.
"You should not mess with it." Ye Chen stood up against the sky, with a sound of thunder, breaking the eternal sky.
The words were off, but when I saw a golden godman, he rushed out from his Tian Linggai, inserted into the night supper, and poked the sky into the big cave.
His blood, like rivers and oceans, is turbulent and rolling, with a pair of divine eyes, Jinmang, Jinhui entangled, sacred body like gold casting, people dare not look straight.
Then, with him as the center, a tangible golden ripple spread indefinitely. It was coercion, the crushed space exploded, the crushed virtual sky collapsed, and the heavens and earth were eclipsed.
"Jun ... Zhundi." Zhiyang Taoist suddenly changed his color.
"How ... how could it be the quasi-perceived coercion." The monks of the Quartet were shocked, their mouths open, enough to lay dinosaur eggs.
"Obviously a quasi-san, where is the quasi-empire?"
"No wonder he can slaughter 100,000 repairs, and he still has such an ace." The rumblings were boiling and the tide was formed.
"The root is in the sacred bone, he merged with the sacred bone of the Great Sacred Body." The older monks couldn't help exclaiming, as if they had seen the clues, and the old body was trembling with shock.
"The sacred bone of the Great Eucharist?" The young monk was amazed.
"Yes, he's been to Tianxu and melted the sacred bones of Chen Zhan. The person who had left Tianxu earlier was Ye Chen."
A wise supernatural person guessed the secret.
As soon as this remark came out, this world suddenly became uproar.
Only then did the people understand why Ye Chen was resurrected, and it must have been saved by Tianxu, and also why Ye Chen was so strong, it must have been a combination of Tianxuchen and the Holy Bone.
"The illustrious Tianxu actually saved Ye Chen."
"Also let him melt the sacred bones of Chen Zhan. What is the relationship between Ye Chen and the restricted area, Ye Chen is the person in the restricted area?"
"It's incredible, is it taboo?"
Shocks came one after another, and the heart shuddered in doubt.
Ye Chenwei's pressure was too strong, too many people were unable to carry it, and fell into pieces, and could not help falling down on his knees.
"You and her resentment, the old man is no longer involved." Zhiyang Taoist immediately closed his sword and turned away.
Shocked, he was also shocked. I didn't know Ye Chen still had such opportunities. No wonder he regretted that he had defeated a sword.
The sacred bone of the Great Eucharist has the power of a quasi-perfect emperor, most of which is not his opponent.
He is only the Great Saint, not a quasi-empire, and it is difficult to stop the power of the Great Sacred Eucharist.
"Fight with me three times and five times, and you want to leave?" Ye Chen froze, striding across the sky, under the palm of his hand.
The quasi-imperial power was overbearing, not to mention the power of the Great Blessed Eucharist, and the sky had collapsed.
The Zhiyang Taoist was furious, holding the sword in both hands, blocking the sky.
The golden palm fell, Rao was his fighting force, and his legs were bent, the god's body cracked, and blood spattered.
"Do you really want to endlessly die?" Zhiyang Taoist hissed, his blood rose, and his palm was raised stiffly.
"Why, afraid?" Ye Chen Lingtian slaps again.
"Although the sacred bone is strong, if you use one point of power, you will lose one point. Do you really want to fight with your husband for a living?" Zhiyang Taoist still vomited blood and backed away.
"Destroy you, enough." Ye Chen blessed the magical secrets, and the ancient scriptures on the golden palm circulated. The power was even better.
Blood poured, and the body he had just healed in Zhiyang Tao burst, and his bones were crushed into debris.
Healing the body again, Zhiyang Taoist immediately walked away, waved his hand to sacrifice out of the portal, and did not dare to fight again.
"Want to leave?" Ye Chen froze, moved the sky to change the secret method, and exchanged positions with the portal portal.
The people in Zhiyang Tao changed color, retreated in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast.
Of course, Ye Chen was quicker, catching up one step, bullying himself, and without a word, he fought directly, and Jin Quan was invincible.
Many monks in the Quartet have turned their heads and can't bear to look again.
The holy body is invincible and being approached by him is a nightmare, no matter how great the holy one is, he can't lift his head.
The fact is exactly the same. The approached Zhiyang Taoist was indeed very sad, and Ye Chen was all the way from the east to the sky to the western sky, without any turning over.
The picture is bloody, the rain is pouring, the sky is red, the broken bones are flying all over the sky, and the heart is beating.
what.....!
Zhiyang screamed, and whenever he wanted to fight back, he was beaten back by Ye Chen. He had a secret method, but had no chance to cast it.
He was really miserable, with blood and bones missing, and no human figures were visible. Sensen's bones and pieces of flesh were all exposed.
Compared to him, Ye Chen was fierce, and the more dry and fierce he was, the blood and blood seemed to be inexhaustible.
The sacred bone of the Dacheng Sacred Body gave him enough capital, and he really saw the blood, and even one punch.
He is like a of war. He is overwhelmed with anger, and the fight is overwhelming. His unarmed punches make Qiankun upside down.
"This ... this is too fierce." The monk watching, swallowed drooling, "the peak of the Great Saint, it is not even beaten."
"I've seen it, I've never seen it like him."
"Dacheng's holy body can rival the emperor, is it a joke, and the power is not here, it still dominates the world."
"His life is really full of magical colors." Zhong Huang took a deep breath, eyes full of fear.
As soon as he had finished speaking, he heard the bang and shook the world.
Looking away, it was a huge mountain, crushed by the body of the Zhiyang Taoist, and the rubble was flying all over the sky.
Looking at Ye Chen again, standing up to the sky, the mighty pressure covered Jiuxiao, and in his hand he held a arm.
The arm was Zhiyang's, and he was torn off by him.
And the hand of this arm was holding the sword of burning silence Zhundi.
Ye Chen crushed his arm, and once again regained the Zhundi Sword. With the power of the Holy Bone, the Zhundi Sword was stronger.
Look again at the Zhiyang Taoist, rising from the rubble.
It really lost her human form, her blood was down, she was almost dead by the way, her body burst many times.
But seeing his body trembling, a ray of black light and a ray of golden light flew from his lower abdomen, which was Ye Chen's fairy-fire thunder.
Ye Chen is now overwhelming, and has moved them with his thoughts, as well as Chaos Ding. All three have returned.
"I have confessed that I still need to fight?" Zhiyang growled, glaring at the sky, blood red, and gritted his teeth.
"Do you admit that you can make my strangled relatives come alive?" Ye Chen walked step by step, holding on to the blood, her words still cold, with supreme coercion.
"There is an injustice and a debtor, they are not me to kill."
"If you had saved Fengxian in the West Desert, how could my loved ones have died tragically." Ye Chen shook the sky with a drink, and Jinmou turned into a eye, full of coldness and coldness.
"you....."
"One, two, I endured it, and came again for the third time. If so, then I will pay the price of blood for your supremacy." Ye Chen waved silently.
With a sword, Zhundi soldiers cut out the fairy river and split the world.
Zhiyang Taoists dare to fight, dragging their blood away and roaring, "Do you know who I am?"
"I've messed up with all the peoples in the Southern Region. Who else can you move out to scare me?" Ye Chen sneered and raised his sword to chase after him.
Zhiyang Taoists no longer spoke, burning the power of the Yuanshen, fleeing with their lives, no more majesty of the Great Saint.
Indeed, it is not easy to frighten Ye Chen at this moment.
Ye Chen was killed by millions of people in the Southern Region, nine quasi-perfect emperors, nine quasi-perfect soldiers, and millions of monks.
That's the big river. Compared to the Wanted by Ten Thousands of Ethnic Groups, this time is a worthless little gully.
This world is not peaceful, Zhiyang Taoists stumbled and fled in front, Ye Chen chased after him in a hurry.
Further behind, there are spectators, a vast expanse of overwhelming, all want to see the end of Zhiyang Taoists.
From time to time, Ye Chen wields swords, and each sword cuts off Zhiyang, and each sword fills the world with blood.
Zhiyang was miserable, and only fled, burning the power of Yuanshen and burning Shou Yuan. His blood was all the way.
"This is the retribution." Someone said unabashedly, "Ye Chen was destroyed before, but now he is like a mourning dog!"
"It's really worthwhile to let that Zhiyang bully the Quartet." Too many people resent, both young and old.
"This scene is really fun, it's good to destroy Zhiyang."
"Well? Where is Phoenix?" Someone glanced around.
Concentrating only on the war of concentration, I actually ignored the ruthless woman, but at the moment, she was gone.
"Ye Chen is so powerful that most of them run away."
"Think carefully, the calamity of the mountains, the capture of many gods, the destruction of many families, the slaughter of only 100,000 monks, and the killing of today ’s Zhiyang Taoists. The root cause is that she caused trouble. She actually Ran."
"It's really a curse. Because of her personal grievances, too many people have been involved. Those who were destroyed by Ye Chen are mostly waiting to be liquidated with her at the moment."
"If I were Ye Chen, she would destroy her first, and now she ran away.
"Can you think of the Eucharist Ye Chen?"
"From the point of view of the old man, Ye Chen Bacheng has set a ban, no matter where Fengxian flees, he can catch them, otherwise he will not let them escape." An old man shouted.