Chapter 1811: Furious

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The battle was fierce, and Qi Qi didn't see a single death, but Ren Xiu was destroyed in pieces, and he resisted hard, making it difficult for Qi Qi to attack and kill the enemy.
"Flee, run away." Ren Xiu, a white-haired old man, growled. Xu was the ancestor of this faction. He was besieged by three poor and strange forces. He saw the younger generation die tragically and blood flowed.
"Escape?" Poor Qi sneered, opened a ray of mang through his mouth, pierced through the white-haired old man, and the picture was dazzling.
"Kill." The white-haired old man growled, his eyes were bloodshot, his life was burned, and the law was forbidden. The old man became young, and he was desperately attacking and sublimating.
"The ants." Poor Qi Lengheng, the huge body rushed, three heads besieged the white-haired old man, to tear it up to finish.
One-on-three, the white-haired old man fell into the wind, his old bone collapsed, his blood splattered into the stars, and he was turned over by three poorly beaten heads.
The filial generation was also miserable, or was devastated or devoured. Under the poor and strange iron ride, the spirits fluttered.
Blood, reddish the starry sky, bloody, this starry sky, there is no complete star, even the quicksand is also bloody.
Human life has become humbler than grass and mustard, and living people are buried in Xinghe, which has turned into historical dust.
"Oh emperor! Open your eyes!" People repair their tears, and the wailing trembles the starry sky, but the roar of the soul is calling for the emperor of the human race to save Cang from being born.
"This desperate look is really wonderful." Poor Qi licked the scarlet head, smiled unscrupulously, and violently bloodthirsty.
"Are you gone?" The other end was curious, mischievous, and flashed lightning, knocking the white-haired old man out.
The old man with white hair was bleeding, and before he was still fixed, the poor iron hoof stepped down in the air, crushing his old body.
"It's boring." The third poor Qi Qi came to the death, revealing the gods, a mystery of Yuan, directly attacking the real body of the white-haired old man.
"Old ancestors." People shouted for their juniors, and all wanted to come to the rescue, but it was the mud-bodhisattva crossing the river that couldn't even secure themselves.
The white-haired old man laughed, his old eyes were dreary, all desolate.
He hates, hates this filthy world, hates this red. The bare rules of survival, the world of the strong, the weak should be slaughtered.
As life and death lingered, he also felt guilty and ashamed of his ancestors.
It has been passed down from ancient times to ancient times, and it is necessary to stop it in his hands. Even though Huang Quan was dropped, he did not face his ancestors.
His arms dropped, he had given up the resistance, and the poor odds were too strong, stronger than he imagined.
There is no need to struggle, no hope, no light.
Of course, just before closing his eyes, a golden faint appeared, and his old eyes opened again subconsciously, looking towards the other side.
It was a golden light figure, seemingly from a distant era, across a long river of time, in the deep starry sky, dazzling, shining the darkness, bringing light.
"Bad me in the sky? No one?" The person who came was a holy body, sweeping the sky, and roared and shook the world.
"There are also people who are not afraid of death, funny." A poor smile smirked, showing his white fangs, like a mountain body rushing to Ye Chen.
"Get off." Ye Chen was so cold and cold, angrily holding out nine wilds, unmatched, punched through the poor head.
Poor Qi's head burst, his brain overflowed, blood burst into the sky, and his Yuanshen body was also blown away by Ye Chen.
"This ..." The old white-haired man was stunned, and the junior junior was also stunned. It was unbelievable that it was an odd head!
"How is it possible?" A multitude of poor and strange eyes suddenly became violent, staring at Ye Chen, even the poor and strange of the war, also stopped, Ye Chen's strong, can be called against the sky, it is really shocking.
"Unbearable." Ye Chen twisted his neck fiercely.
"Brazily, join forces to kill." The leading Qi Qi was angry, blood eyes were scorching flames, sweeping the air of flood and wasteland, and galloping, the huge iron hoofs, the starry sky that smashed.
Ordered, Poor Qi abandoned Ren Xiu and culled from the Quartet.
Ye Chen wasn't afraid. He turned a dark war spear into his hand, and shrank it into an inch, killing it to the poor odd leader. The spear acted as a stick, and a stick hit his huge skull.
The screams rose suddenly, the poor and the leading took the lead, the Tianling cover was smashed, the Yuanshen was severely damaged, and it spread to the flesh and broke apart.
It is big and has a lot of blood. In case of pouring, it gathers into rivers.
Ye Chen quickly took a step to keep up, and gave him another shot.
The poor head was poor and strange, and he didn't install it. He split on the spot, his head was pierced, and Yuanshen was as dead as his body.
"Let's die!" A poor man walked up to the sky, his anger was violent, and the iron hoof stepped in the air to step Ye Chen into a meat sauce.
Ye Chen sneered, and walked away for a while, showing his stature again. He was already above the poor head, holding the spear in both hands, straight .
The poor blood is like a spring, spurting out, the sea of ​​God is dying, and the Yuanshen is also dead together, killed by a spear on the spot.
"Swallow." The third poor head rushed, opened his mouth of blood basin, and the dark swirl swirled in his mouth, swallowing the heavens and the stones of the Quartet, were all involved in his mouth.
Ye Chen was also swallowed on the spot, but he was swallowed voluntarily.
Being able to swallow Lao Tzu is not a skill, and digesting Lao Tzu is your best. Not everyone can swallow it.
Facts have proved that Ye Chen was really noisy. When he entered the poor Qi's stomach, he began to make a mess, and the poor Qi shouted.
Only three seconds before and after, Ye Chen came out, attacked from the inside, and blasted out a blood cave. When he was killed, Ling Tian made a spear and struck the other side.
In just a few rounds, the four strange heads were annihilated, and the remaining strange heads were furious with thunder, and the big eyes radiated bloodthirsty.
Ye Chen wouldn't be afraid anymore. Poor Qi is hanging? Is it Lao Tzu or the Eucharist? Have you ever counseled and frightened Lao Tzu?
This grandiose is showing his mighty power, maneuvering war, and staring at the star dome.
He was like a of war. Everywhere he went, he had a strange death, a huge body, burst in the starry sky, was too big and bloody, and washed the blood of the sky.
This scene, and brutal, is lawless.
The old man in white and the younger man repaired, he had been hiding far away, his mouth was slightly opened, his eyes were straight, and the whole petrified.
Who is this! Do you want to be so fierce? How domineering the blood was among the first creatures in the world.
However, such a group of wild beasts was repaired by one person, unable to lift their heads, and was annihilated one by one.
The enthusiasm and enthusiasm of people's self-cultivation have forgotten to escape for a while, but they have become spectators and witnessed it all.
Such a big movement attracted more monks, surrounded by the Quartet, and swallowed drastically, "that ... who, who!"
"Seen fiercely, never seen so fiercely, God!"
"It's been a long time, and for the first time, it's strange to see some hard steel."
"It really gives the human race a face," his elder monk hissed. "My heavens are not without people, and the human race also has a of war."
The older monk's words aroused. Millennial waves.
The weak monks were unable to participate in the battle, so they each took out their robes, tied them to the battlefield, and waved to cheer Ye Chen. His voice was like a tide that swept the stars and Haoyu was turbulent.
"Who, who the are you?" Poor anger was like thunder.
The grand family of great famines, the first living beings in the heavens and the earth, is so proud, but killed in suspicion of life, roaring, roaring, shaking the star dome.
"My name: Dust Night." Ye Chen yelled.
His roar shook people's hearts, but everyone who heard it was staring at each other to make sure he hadn't heard the name.
The heavens are crouching, the talents come out, and they are alive.
They have never even heard of it, let alone poor.
Ye Chen easily revealed his identity. All he wanted was a sense of mystery, and he would be annoyed by the name of the dusty night.
Identity must be revealed, but it is not the starry sky.
Xuanhuang is his main battlefield, killing all the way.
He will appear on the stage with the strongest posture, and he will proclaim the heavens and earth with endless war, he ... Ye Chen, the desolate ancient body, is back.