Chapter 1836: Interesting

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Hearing the sound, Xiu Xie all looked back and looked behind him.
In the eyes, I saw a golden light figure walking on the Xinghe. Every time the soles of the feet fell, they stepped on the sky.
That was Ye Chen, and finally came, covered with ghosts and masks, and murderous, just like the killing from Hell.
"There are really people who are not afraid of death." The prince of Jiu Jiu laughed smirkly, his mouth slightly tilted, and looked out of the sky with interest.
"A sage, dare to make trouble, I will suppress it." Behind the emperor Jin Yongjiu, an old man hummed.
"Retreat." The emperor Jin Yongjiu waved his hand and licked the scarlet tongue. "My king is most fond of sensational pictures."
"Who is that person!" The monks talked about it all. They all looked at Ye Chen, but they didn't do enough.
"Bacheng is an old friend of Xi Zun. This time he came to the rescue."
"It's just a sage state, it's not enough for the golden crickets to fill your teeth. Isn't this going to kill you?" The voices of worry kept rising.
During the conversation, Ye Chen had arrived and went straight to that stone platform. The monks from the Quartet were very tacit and made way for him.
Even the Jin Dai people who were standing on the stone platform sneered to clear the way and let Ye Chen go straight up.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, waved his hand to break the iron chain hanging from Xi Zun, and supported it on a layer of soft clouds.
"Go, hurry." Xi Zun's eyes were dim. His voice was faint and hoarse, blood was constantly flowing in his mouth, and his long messy hair covered his half face. He was no longer human, and the fire of life was annihilating.
"No talking." Ye Chen said indifferently, holding his palms on Xi Zun's back, instilling his true strength, using the source of the Eucharist to stabilize his veins, and using Yuanshen to stabilize his true mind and body.
"Damn it." The yak scolded, and the cow's eyes were red.
Is this still West? In his memory, the desolate western deity, the state of treasure is solemn and dazzling, like a incarnation.
But now, more like a beggar, like a dog.
And all this, thanks to the golden urn, destroyed the Western Desert Buddhas, painted charcoal to create life, and stained the land with blood.
"Have a good rest." Ye Chen brushed his hands, let Xi Zun fall asleep, and then sent him into the copper furnace.
"Dare to come here, you are by no means unknown, report to the name." The nine emperor Jin Yan smiled, overlooking Ye Chen.
"You don't need to know." Ye Chen was calm and scary.
"Look for death." Jin Yan on the stone platform, holding Zhan Ge around, all laughed and looked terrible.
Ye Chen moved, stepped down, and disappeared in an instant.
The next scene was a bit weird. He wasn't seen, but Jin Ye rolled his head down.
Hundreds of gold crickets were destroyed in three seconds.
The monks of the Quartet opened their mouths and stared at Shitai with a headless head of gold hoe, still resting on the pestle, and the neck was sprayed with blood, which was bloody.
This is so shocking, you know that it's Jin Ye.
What kind of existence Jin Jin, the first batch of souls in the heavens and earth, the blood is so overbearing, hundreds of Jin Dai people, no shortage of quasi-kings, were killed by a saint for three seconds.
The most depressing, is those who were killed by the spike.
It is faintly visible that each of the heads and eyes that rolled down the stage are incredibly unbelievable. Without being stunned, they were killed by spikes and simply neat.
A breeze of blood blew, Ye Chen manifested his true form again, his murderous spirit was fierce, hectic, and the killing sword in his hand was still bleeding, ticking.
"Interesting." The emperor Jin Jiu Ji smiled, but the grandmother was calm, still lying, and did not feel distressed at the death of her family. She did not even frown, and was not shocked at Ye Chen's fighting power.
"There is more interesting." Ye Chen went straight to the tower.
"You can't do anything about it." A holy king struck out, and evolved the mystery with the palm, covering the sky with a palm.
"Get out." Ye Chen punched him, turning it into a mist of blood.
Seeing that, all the monks in the Quartet drew air-conditioning, that is the Holy King! But he was blasted face to face by a saint.
"Live for the king." Prince Jin Jiujiu sneered.
Ordered, the old man behind him killed one step away, but a great saint, coercion made the sky buzz.
Of course, the next instant, he returned, and Ye Chen returned with a punch, and the pretense was awkward.
Worse still, he hadn't stopped his figure yet, and a spear arrived and nailed him to the tower.
His eyes were highlighted, full of depression, and he wanted to ask, why are you so saintly so strong.
Unfortunately, he had no chance, and many mysteries had not been cast, so he was killed, and Yuanshen also died.
The monks below were all petrified, their eyes stared straight, saint-level destruction of the Great Saint, subverting the outlook on life.
The emperor Jin Jiu Ji is not calm, and he has stood up suddenly, defeating the Great Saint with one move. Is he a quasi-empire?
"It's interesting." Ye Chen walked to the tower step by step, holding his sword, and his smile made people dreadful.
"Kill, take him for my king." The nine emperor Jin Mao shouted as he stepped back, his eyes full.
After that, thousands of shadows were culled, and there was no shortage of great holy and holy kings, or magic implements, magical powers, or killing arrays, and they overwhelmed Ye Chen.
Ye Chen is like a ghost, shrinking into an inch to escape, killing the enemy, sweeping with a sword, blood.
"Suppress it to me." A golden prince shouted, urging his miracle mirror, and volleyed towards Ye Chen.
"Town your sister." Ye Chen's sword screamed in his hand, blooming Zhundiwei, and cut out a bright fairy river in the sky, such as cut tofu, cut the mirror in half.
The natal device was broken, and Jin Ye Dasheng vomited blood, and his old eyes shrank to the size of a needle tip, "Queen Emperor Soldier."
"Guess right." Ye Chen flew to him, a sword of Fengshen, pierced his eyebrow, and cut off his real body.
"Annihilation." The second Jin Dai sacred sacrifice arrived, one thousand secret methods melted, pointed directly at Ye Chen's heart.
Ye Chen sneered, and suddenly raised his hand, holding Jin Yi's finger firmly and impartially.
In the next instant, the Jin Mao Dasheng knelt down, his head was beheaded, and the Yuan Shen who was smashed out could not escape Ye Chen's annihilation.
"Trapped him." There was a big drink from all the four parties, the four great saints, together to sacrifice a battle, united the cage, locked Ye Chen into it, and the force of silence raged.
This is a blockade of the Jin Dai tribe. It is ancient and mysterious.
However, although this array is powerful, for Ye Chen, there is nothing threatening, the cage just took shape, and was cut off by Ye Chen with a sword, such as the dragon out of control.
"I make you sleepy." Ye Chen drank coldly, and after he rushed out, he opened the killing ring, and a great saint was cut off instantly.
"Together, kill him." The three golden princes sighed, and a number of holy kings also rounded up and frantically magnified.
"A group of rat generations." Ye Chen chuckled, widened, and darted to kill the sword.
He is as invincible as the God of War, and in thousands of gold urns, if he is in a state of no one, he is mad.
The picture is bloody, the blood is raining, the raging blood mist covers the moonlight of Xinghui. Under the sky, it becomes a Shura field, and a of killing harvests every life.
"Dust Night, he is Dust Night." Someone exclaimed, the monk watching the war seemed to recognize who Ye Chen was, hissing and shouting.
"The Great Famine is guarding the coast, and he has landed."
"No wonder, it's no wonder that there is such a fighting force." The older monks were also excited and enthusiastic. Compared to the battle of the Xuanhai Xinghai, now this is a small fight.
"Cheer up, really cheer up, kill him with a bone."
"Impossible, this is impossible." Looking at the tower above, the face of the emperor Jin Maojiu was as pale as a paper, stumbled back, trembling with horror.
The grand-minded prince of gold, at this moment, still has the slightest expression of calmness, just like a bereavement dog.
How could he think that it was Dust Night, the fierce name of Dust Night, how could he not know that on the Xuanhuang Star Sea, there were tens of thousands of warships of the Six Families of Famines, dozens of prospective emperors, and millions of monks, All the slain Yu Yu returned, so cruel, how can they win.