Chapter 1598: Daoyou save me

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During the discussion, the people of Zhiyang Tao entered the mountains.
Ye Chen raised the blood sword, then entered, and slashed it.
Subsequently, the mountains collapsed in succession and were razed to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure of the quasi-empire and Dachengsheng bone.
Zhiyang burned the power of Yuanshen and blood sacrificed Shou Yuan.
He only cares about escape, but there is still a bit of majesty in the Great Saint.
Ye Chen kept on chasing, waving his sword constantly, Zhiyang's body was cut off again and again, healed again and again, and he was cut off again and again.
One chase and one kill, just like light, just like fairy awn.
The mountains they encountered all fell; the seas they passed were withered; the Cangyuan that straddled also burst instantly.
Who would have thought that the hunt lasted for three days and three nights, tens of thousands of miles before and after, with no results.
With the sacred bones to cheer, Ye Chen is indeed as fast as God.
However, although his combat power is far stronger than Zhiyang, if Zhiyang flees, he cannot easily catch up with Rao.
He is a fusion of the sacred bones, but it is difficult to control such an overbearing power, which is difficult to ignore.
Once again into the sea, the horizon is vast and magnificent.
The Zhiyang Taoist flees in desperately, and then growls and growls, "Friends in the sea save me, friends in the sea save me."
He seemed to have known that there were powerful monks in the sea, so he ran for help in order to avoid Ye Chen's pursuit.
Not to mention, there are people out there who are not low.
That was an old man in white. He slowly walked out from the bottom of the sea. His realm was a great saint, and he was a little bit behind Zhiyang Taoist.
He was in retreat at Haiqing, and he didn't want to be disturbed.
Of course, when I saw the Zhiyang Taoist, he suddenly hesitated, "How can Zhiyang Taoist."
"Save me, save me." Zhiyang Taoists rushed wildly.
The old man in white was more embarrassed, and looked subconsciously to the opposite.
In his eyes, he saw Ye Chen, holding a sword, raging and murderous, like a demon.
"Zhundi?" The old man in white was surprised, but quickly shook his head again. "No, I used some kind of authority."
After seeing this, he immediately stepped forward, first arching his hand, and then smiling slightly, "I don't know who the Taoist friend is, can I sell my husband a thin noodle, and I will have to deal with others."
Ye Chen didn't say a word, and directly wielded the sword. One sword cut the old man's head in white. That picture is not bloody.
He did not keep his hand, but killed a sword, not only beheaded the old man in white, but also his Yuanshen.
His head rolled down, and the old man's eyes were prominent.
He was depressing, and he should be aggrieved. He would be caught by surprise when he saw him face to face.
At the last moment of the annihilation of the mind, he understood what it was to regret. He should regret that he should not run out to pretend. He should also regret that he should not do this peace and old things, and even caused the death of his body.
Cut off the white-haired old man, Ye Chen set foot on the sky and continued to chase.
The Zhiyang Taoist stumbled all the way, and the old man in white blocked his gun for him, but he fled very fast and did not dare to turn back.
The spectator followed, and when he saw the old man in white in a different place, he couldn't help sighing, "Carefully repair, and retreat well, but I have to run out."
"That's all right, I didn't install it well, we split it!"
"Work, this is work." Some old guys shook their heads secretly. "I don't know what hatred Ye Chen and Zhiyang Taoists have, so they ran out of their own affairs and deserved to be destroyed."
"Ye Chen is cruel enough to say." Hissing and whispering sounds one after another, "It's really wayward to say that it will be destroyed."
"This counts as a truth, and no one messes with the Eucharist, the consequences are serious." Too many people shook their heads.
In this case, no one disputes that this is really a truth.
Let's count carefully, from Ye Chen came the mysterious wasteland. Of all the things that mattered with Ye Chen, which one was terminal.
No, almost none. From the gods of the Taiqing Palace to today's Zhiyang, they are all examples.
One chase and one kill, followed by the theater, the mighty.
More people were attracted. When Zhiyang Taoist was chased and killed, hearing the news today, they were shocked.
The people who came together were like the ranks of the theatergoers. Among them, there were no great saints, but no one dared to intercede.
However, there are so many unbelievers who always want to run out and pretend to be like this one.
It was a purple-haired old man, a real saint.
He was not a native monk in Zhongzhou, but came from a distant Donghuang. When he came to Zhongzhou, he happened to encounter this.
"Taoyou save me." Seeing the old man in purple robes approaching, Zhiyang Taoist swooped in, his body embarrassed.
"Dao friends are afraid, I'll intercede for you, the problem should be small." The old man in the purple robe smiled with a relaxed temperament.
Then, the uncle looked at Ye Chen and raised his arms.
Of course, before he spoke, Ye Chen had already beheaded a sword, and the holy bone cooperated with Zhundi Jianwei to destroy it.
The old man in purple robe changed color and wanted to avoid, but it was too late.
Blood splattered, a skull rolled down, and only the Yuanshen burst out, terrified, "I don't care, I don't care."
Ye Chen didn't respond, and waving his hand was another sword.
On the spot, the old man in purple robes knelt down, and Yuanshen died.
Like the old man in white, the moment before his death, he also extremely regretted it. He came to this state from Donghuang a short distance, and strolled around, and pretended to be noble.
This is a good time. After thousands of years of hard work, I made a mistake and went directly to Huang Quan. I also chose my own grave.
The spectator walked by, sighing continuously, and could only observe silence.
Chasing and killing continued, all the way bang, all the way to blood robbery.
Ahead of it, the ancient city appeared, and the atmosphere was magnificent. Zhiyang Taoists flew over, his roar shook, "Save me."
The ancient city trembled, and there was a flood of great power, and then there was a cold hum, "The younger generation, you have to deal with others."
Ye Chen didn't say anything, and chased Zhiyang Taoists into the ancient city.
The old man with a hair has been waiting for him, the blood is so high that he has touched the bottleneck of the emperor, and he is standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhiyang.
"Huayang City, you can't allow you to make inferiors." The old man in the blood robe hummed coldly, hanging a treasure pot on his head, and the cold voice sounded for nine days.
Ye Chen, holding the blood sword, kept his pace and waved the sword directly.
The old man in blood angered, and moved the treasure pot against it.
The next moment, his treasure pot cracked, and it was chopped by Ye Chen's sword, and the falling pieces also turned into fly ash.
His life weapon was broken, and he was also backswept. He vomited blood on the spot, stepped back, and his face suddenly changed.
"I don't care about this anymore." The old man with hair turned and shivered, his face pale, his heart shuddering, and his air conditioning.
He wanted to escape, but how could Ye Chen let him go.
The second sword has arrived, slaying the flesh-haired old man's body.
Followed by the third sword, the blood-haired old man Yuanshen was destroyed.
"Yes, another great saint." The spectator groaned. "Don't know anything, then rush out and find the abuse."
"The great saint who has been destroyed because of Zhiyang Taoists is already the third. According to visual inspection, Zhiyang is also a disaster star, which is not harmful to others."
"Save me, save me." In front of him, the Zhiyang Taoists still roared, roared all the way, and roared all the way.
However, the lessons learned in front of the car, examples one after another, have been spread all over, who would stupidly run out to intercede with him, unless the brain was kicked by the donkey.
Ye Chen is too strong, or the sacred bones of the Dacheng Eucharist are overbearing, and Yu Wei still exists.
There are more and more people coming to watch the show. The big holy class grabbed a large number of people, but they only acted as watchers, and did not seek excitement.
Zhiyang Taoist's face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was cold.
Seeing the truth when he was in trouble, he really understood it.
On weekdays, I said that my brother and my brother have a good relationship and can't lend my wife to sleep.
"Seniors save me." During the talk, the uncle ran into a lonely desert forest and snarled and roared as he entered.
"Senior?" The spectator raises an eyebrow. The person who can be called a senior by Zhiyang is not a quasi-perfect emperor.
Thought of this, everyone swarmed all over.
Deep in the barren forest is a lake, and there is an old mandarin duck by the lake, wearing a cloak and a cape, fishing leisurely.
"It's a true emperor," the spectator said in surprise.
"There is a good show right now." Many people rubbed their hands, eyes bright and bright, "He won't even do Zhundi!"
"Fight with Zhundi, I don't know if they are weak and stubborn."