Chapter 1725: Not used to yet?

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"Forgive me, forgive me." The terrors began to rise and fall, a mournful sorrow before dying.
They are still fleeing, but there are always one or two unlucky ones who are overtaken by Ye Chen and cannot escape the annihilation.
The minds of the temples were broken, and some were chased down by Ye Chen, and the Eucharist was their lingering nightmare.
"Everything, everything is waiting for you." Ye Chenzhi sang, extremely cold, full of magic, echoing in the heavens and the earth.
He is like a night killing god, wherever he goes, there is blood robbery.
The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, every drop was dazzling, the blood of the generals in each temple, carrying the due retribution.
"Ancient Eucharist, it's too cruel." The watchers followed their tongues all the way, their hearts beating one by one.
"Feilongming will pit a bunch!" Someone hissed.
No one refuted this remark, each touching his chin and groaning. Today's blood robbery, the root cause is the dragon dragon general.
Had it not been for his beating, the Second Palace would not have come to find a place, and if he found it, it would have caused a catastrophe.
But where did they know that the reason why Feilongming had worked with Ye Chen was because his sister had a joke.
Therefore, the ultimate source is not the dragon dragon general, but Qin Mengyao. It doesn't matter in a word, he pitted his brother, even with the temple generals.
I do n’t know, Qin Mengyao will have a look like that when she learned about it, and she did n’t know where she and Zhao Yun ran.
In the discussion, Ye Chen was still killing, and he was so terrible.
He really killed his eyes, and the imperial palace generals fled, one after the other was killed, completely disappearing.
Yan Luo of the Ninth Palace, his heart is bleeding. Every time Ye Chen cuts a piece, their heart hurts. Do they really want to kill them?
After today, with the exception of the first hall, all the halls will wither, and it will take a lot of energy to cultivate new soldiers.
It doesn't matter, but dares not to care, it really provokes the Emperor's wasteland, and it will cause even greater catastrophe.
In contrast, King Qin Guang was more calm, sitting leisurely, drinking small wine, and did not intend to control.
Some individuals are really too comfortable to live, and they do not know the heights and heights of the earth. Once they have created a cause, they should have a cause and effect.
Yin Cao Di Fu, the return of the dead, also needs blood baptism.
The screams and rumblings, I do not know when to annihilate them, leaving the exiles, the rest of the generals fled to their hometown.
The battle was over, and the dim sky was stained with blood.
In the raging blood mist, Ye Chen carried the blood-stained killing sword and walked on the sky, all covered with blood, like a of killing.
Today he can be described as famous in the First World War. Everyone who was killed by him is a nobleman under the seat of Yan Luo.
He must also suffer from the imperial waste, otherwise he would not dare to be so presumptuous.
The quartet of spectators looked far away, and none of them talked too much.
Today, they have witnessed what lawlessness is.
Dare to be so brazen as to kill the generals, Ye Chen is definitely the first one, Shi Luo Yan Luo did not dare to let it go.
Today, they also witness the rise of a of killing.
Seventy-two mediocre soldiers, more than half were cut off.
The remaining ones are mostly disabled, the so-called arrogance, the beating is gone, and there is no chance of a peak in life.
His existence will lead an era and a nightmare for a generation. His record is also unprecedented.
The spectators should be fortunate, fortunate that Ye Chen has not been provoked.
Otherwise, they will become ghosts under the Eucharist.
In the spotlight, Ye Chen tore off his blood-stained shirt and threw it to one side, shirtless, heading straight for the ghost town.
His back, tenacious as a mountain, long hair flying, strands of gold faded, but blood red.
Under the gaze of the Quartet, he entered the ghost town, returned to the small garden, and the turbulent spirit of the whole body was also restrained and invisible.
"I said, do you want to be so fierce." He just walked in, and the yak opened his eyes, grinning endlessly.
"Why, not used to it yet?" Ye Chen couldn't help smiling.
"I should get used to it." The yak smiled and shook his head.
In the wilderness, Ye Chen was lively wherever he went, Donghuang Ximo Nanyu Beiyue Zhongzhou, he made trouble one by one.
Moreover, the movement is bigger than once, and this pretentious technique work is also done by Ye Chen, which is very successful.
But he still booed, Ye Chen was very noisy when he was alive, but this death to the underworld, but still turned upside down.
It really proves a truth, Ye Chen, a desolate ancient holy body, wherever it goes, whether it is the heavens or the underworld.
Here, Ye Chen had taken out four jade bottles, placed them at the four corners of the altar, and then unblocked the jade bottles.
Immediately, the four jade bottles trembled, and a piece of the power of the gods poured out within him, and he was dragged into the yak.
夔 Newton felt a shock, and closed his eyes in a hurry.
His soul is like a bottomless pit. The whale swallows and the power of the primordial spirit.
The power of this quintessential primordial spirit is obtained from the temple generals. What quintessence is stronger than those soul powers.
With these help, he will contemplate in the shortest time.
Ye Chen returned to the old tree, took out the jug, and drunk.
In today's battle, the fight was really hearty and vigorous, and he had to lose his domineering state, otherwise Rao was him and he had to kneel.
"It's good to have a strong backstage." Ye Chen smiled and looked at Jie Mingshan, as if he could see Emperor Huang.
The reason why Yan Luo in the Ten Halls did not intervene was to avoid the Emperor Desolation, which was a great god, which made them breathless.
With a pot of wine, he scooped out a pile of storage bags.
Afterwards, all the treasures inside were dumped out.
There are really a lot of babies. There are all the stones, secret scrolls, and artifacts. They are piled up into hills, and the light is shining and dazzling.
"Yan Luo's puppet general, if it is rich and oily."
Ye Chen grinned, picked and picked out the artifact, and crushed one artifact with an overbearing supernatural power.
The dark sword flew out and hovered over it, devouring the essence of the artifact, the sword body was transforming into nirvana, and was approaching the holy king soldier.
Ye Chen wasn't idle. After the artifact, there were many elixir.
No matter what type of elixir he used, he only put it into his mouth, and only he dared to eat it.
The source of the Eucharist is turbulent, and the elixir into the body is strongly refined, integrated into the saint body, becoming nourishment, helping Ye Chen to soar.
His breath was even more majestic, and every pore was full of essence, and his blood was rising, like fire.
Now that he has reached the bottleneck of the saint, he only needs a hint of opportunity to advance, and it is not impossible to be sanctified.
Xiaoyuan, fell into tranquility, the yak madly engulfed the power of the primordial spirit, and the Yin Sword played with the essence of the artifact.
And Ye Chen, in the mouth of a beast like a medicine.
The small garden is quiet, but the outside world is very lively.
Ye Chen's name has been spread throughout Yin Cao Difu, streets, alleys, and stalls in restaurants, all under discussion, booing constantly.
Even the bull-headed horse-noodles that escorted the ghosts were chatting freely while performing their official duties.
In particular, the bull and horse face that had escorted Ye Chen in the past had the straightest waist. Both of them passed Ye Chen and could not hang.
"Master Yan! You always have to wait for me!"
In the Nine Halls of the Underworld, a group of undead dead generals dragged their corpses and drew on the hall, crying and mourning constantly.
"How to decide, let's talk about it." Yan Luo, standing in front of the throne in the Ninth Hall, turned his back to the generals, and his words were flat.
"Frustrate him." Dianming will grit his teeth, his eyes flushed red, his face as a demon.
"It's a frustration." Yan Luo of Jiudian turned abruptly and smiled angrily. "He is the Eucharist, with the same bloodline as the emperor's body, so it's so unclear?"
Yan Luo thunder was furious, and the temple halls would tremble with fright. Each face was pale and sweaty, and he dared not move.
It was not until then that they understood who it was.
No wonder, no wonder Ye Chen dare to kill the generals so recklessly, no wonder even Yan Luo of the ten palaces did not dare to intervene.
They didn't fail to clear their heads, they were really kicked by the donkey, holding themselves as Yan Luo's underworld generals, and holding on to the backstage tough.
As everyone knows, the backstage of the ancient Eucharist is even more scary.
It was the emperor, who stood shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, and the emperor also shunned the three-pointer. Mo said it was them, and Yan Luo of the Ten Palace did not dare to provoke him.
What's even more ridiculous is that they also want to retaliate. This is really a big irony, they are really beating their own faces.
"Since today, you are no longer my palace general."
The eerie hall, Yan Luo's words, majestic and cold.
Each temple shivered, his body trembled, and he suddenly collapsed into a slump.
If they lose, they will be completely defeated. No matter they are fighting force or backstage, in this life, they cannot turn over.
Regrets, the temple generals all regretted it. It was not good to provoke anyone, but to prostrate the Holy Ghost. In the end, they knew that they could not provoke it.
As Ye Chen said, everything they asked for.
In the small garden, Ye Chen has crossed her knees, like an old monk sitting cross-legged, with a clear state of mind, and comprehending the God's possession of the ancient and holy body.
The domineering body is so domineering, and other gods will not be weak.
If all of this is realized, he can't imagine what level of horror he will have, and his peers will be invincible.
The Dacheng Holy Body rivals the Supreme Emperor, and it is not without reason. Every possession is a hanging fork.
His sitting was half a month, sometimes flashing golden light.
Unfortunately, he failed to realize other talents.
As the month approached, Xiaoyuan had a big noise: a long shout.
Changxiao came from the yak, and the maggot had gathered the Yuanshen, stepped down the altar, and twisted his neck fiercely.
His primordial spirit, the radiance of the divine light, the power of the primordial spirit is surging and surging, if this reincarnation is born, it will stand on the peak innately.
"Yes." The yak laughed, feeling better.
After that, he glanced down, his eyes brightly looking at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen also had movements and dazzling golden gods. This was a precursor to a breakthrough. Ye Chen was hitting the bottleneck.
"Broken." But Wen Yechen gave a frivolous, strength gathered, into an invisible sword, cut to repair as a barrier.
For a moment, in his realm, he entered the saint, a golden divine rainbow, plunged into the sky, and poked the sky out of the big hole.
Then, the powerful spirit filled the small garden, many visions manifested, intertwined and danced, and there was also a sound of avenues.
The yak grinned, and was stepped back by Ye Chen's shock.
The quasi-sheng Jin saints need the heavens and the heavens to fall, but here in Ye Chen, they have become a decoration, passing by their own robbers.
Ye Chen was sanctified in the past when he was at a grand festival.
I had known this before, and although the yak sighed, it was not surprising that the Eucharist and the Emperor shouldered each other and had their exclusive privileges.