Chapter 1845: Good journey

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The western desert world is shrouded in a cloud of thunder, and it is not stationary but always moving.
Countless mountains have been split, countless people have become ashes, and a good world has been blown away.
"Run, where do you go?" No matter how strong the thunder and the stern sorrow, it was not as loud as Ye Chen's shout.
Looking away, the goods were particularly dishonest, and they were tied to people, and people didn't want to see him. He dug deep into his face. He went, and Lei Jie went.
Wherever he went, his roar and screams were full of blood mist and scarlet stained pure land
"I will stab you, I will stab you." Shangshan roared as he walked away, his face was scary, quasi-perfect emperor, and he was smoked by the thunder and thunder.
But although he scolded his mouth, he was not idle on this foot, all the way with lightning and lightning, and he ran faster than anyone else.
It was okay if he didn't scold. Ye Chen quit after this scolding. A gorgeous drift went straight to him.
"Old dog, don't hack you today, Lao Tzu and your last name." Ye Chen also scolded, and the spit Mo Xingzi flew across the sky.
For the of Shangshan, he had a heart to kill.
The quasi-perfect emperor of the human race is even worse than the famine, and it doesn't matter if you don't help.
If not, he would not have been surrounded by Hong Huang, and was not planted in the hands of Hong Huang, but was cultivated by others.
It is also because of him that he kept the quasi-sacred king Tianjie and broke the deadly situation of Honghong, otherwise, he must account here tonight.
Nowadays, one day, cheering up, how can you let go of the good old dog, such a rare power, how can it be wasted.
Being followed by him, Shang Shan was miserable, and he was screaming all the way, but he dared not turn around, and the speed was like hanging.
"Yeah, hey him." In the copper furnace, the yak and Li Changsheng jumped up and down, twitching their throats, and flexed for so long, this picture is the best.
Ye Chen did not disappoint the two of them.
Shang Shan was shrouded in the scope of the sky robbery, one after another, and one after another, and his accuracy was extremely accurate.
"Run, then run! I won't run anymore." Ye Chen stepped to the sky, without using his shot, Lei Jie directly bombed.
"Kill." Shang Shan's beard radiated, his eyes scarlet, but his body had just been stabilized, he was smashed by a thunder and lightning, and the celestial cover was blown out and his brain overflowed.
In the next few moments, the Thunder and Thunder thundered fiercely, and he forgot what it was like to stand.
"Eat me a sword." Ye Chen was angry and drank, holding a quasi-empire sword, a sword fused with hundreds of mysteries, pierced through nothingness.
This sword, thunderous, is a sword of lore, and it is even more powerful and powerful.
"No ... no no no ..." Shang Shan's eyes were highlighted, and his pupils tightened. Although he tried his best to avoid it, the thunder was fierce, and he couldn't even stand still.
At first glance the blood appeared, and his eyebrows were pierced by Ye Chen's sword.
Yuan Shen was hit by destruction, and the fire of his life was nearly annihilated, and Yuan Shen collapsed.
Shangshan fell into the sky, body, and in the fall, he was constantly fragmented and broken by the lightning of the sky.
When life and death lingered, he understood what remorse was, remorse should not be a flood and deserted dog, remorse should not provoke Ye Chen, the evil star, and even ended in death.
Ah ..., with the last roar in his life, everything became dust, and a generation of quasi-empires died on the spot.
"Good to leave." Ye Chen coldly hummed, a sword cut off the thunder and lightning, his eyes were like a torch, and he was so terrible.
Originally, with his strength, he was an immortal quasi-immortal, and all borrowed the power of the scourge of the sky to complete a sword lore. This raid was perfect.
"Damn, you really deserve it." Seeing Shang Shan was destroyed, the ancestor of the ancestor was furious, and his old eyes were red and bloody.
Angered and angry, he did not dare to kill, and with his fighting power, he was also afraid of the calamity. If he was not careful, he would be wiped out.
His apprenticeship to goodness is an example of bloodyness.
Facts have proved that with the help of quasi-employee soldiers and the calamity of celestial warriors, Ye Chen already has the capital to sacrifice the quasi-quasi-king.
"Sooner or later will kill you." Ye Chen scolded, did not go to the stage, not to chase but not to catch up, too slippery.
"There are many people over there." The yak and wolf snorted.
Ye Chen swept around and killed the past in the direction of the yak finger. There are indeed a lot of people, all of them belong to the eight races. The fastest runner is still an emperor.
Under the sky, it was lively again, and he ran all the way, I was not cut into ashes to some extent, and his soul flew on the spot.
The roar started again, and the eight famines in Honghuang were so angry that they wanted to turn around and split Ye Chen, which can frighten the might of Tiancai. One runs faster than the other, for fear of running slow.
This is a picture of lawlessness. Eight ethnic groups have thousands of people.
The dark crowd was chased by a saint, and the same was true of the emperor, with no majesty.
"What kind of blood is that kid, so domineering."
The first wave of people who came to watch the show was repaired. Pestle was on the periphery, looking for a hilltop, looking at it from afar. The sound of surprise continued, until the heart was shaking.
"Crowns, tigers, and dragons must be arrogant and arrogant." Jiuxiao's beard lightly shook his beard, all shocked.
"It needs to be printed." Chiyangzi held the memory spar. "For many years, I just pointed at it."
"For the first time, my husband saw Hong Huang being so miserable."
"Well, this is the God of Calamity, all learn a little bit." Laozhu Jundi glanced at Nandi Longjie and others behind him. "Just your way, it's a long way from him."
"In such a scourge, maybe only Ye Chen's kid can fight with him." Long Jie sighed.
"Split, split towards death." Compared to Dragon Emperor Nandi and others, the little ape emperor is particularly dishonest, jumping three feet tall, with a pair of fiery eyes and golden eyes.
"It's all over." The young monks were excited and gathered together, and the howling was loud.
"Have you ever felt ... the dusty night of crossing the robbery is somewhat familiar." Bei Sheng murmured, looking tentatively at the crowd.
"Don't make trouble, with a mask, you don't know what he looks like."
"I'm idle, do something serious." A group of Huobao said, each took a memory spar, these pictures are to be taken back to confession, to protect the evil.
While the Quartet was talking, Ye Chen from the other party was a lot honest, scolding or scolding, but never chasing people.
In the final analysis, this is his calamity. The time has reached the limit, and the calamity has gradually become fierce. As a crossing calamity, he has to be treated with caution, and the punishment is too harsh.
Seeing that Ye Chen was no longer chasing, the eight groups settled on their own, and then blocked in the periphery, waiting for Tianjie to dissipate and kill Ye Chen.
From the quasi-perfect emperor to the heavens, the wolves of each body were flesh-skinned, and many of them had no flesh, only the Yuanshen.
"Kill, kill, kill, you will kill him."
The Honghuang people gritted their teeth and snarled like mad dogs. Their eyes were scarlet and their expressions were haggard. Their anger even surpassed the thunder, shaking them terribly.
This is a shame, a great shame, and the great famines have not suffered such a big loss since the unsealing.
Under the attention of everyone, the sea of ​​thunder that covered the sky drowned Ye Chen, and a ray of extinguished thunder, Lingtian poured out.
"Battle." Ye Chen snarled, tearing the Thunder Ocean, rushing up against the sky, bathing in Thunder, rolling in the sky, and hitting the sky all the way, strong and overbearing.
He is like a of war, majestic and wild, devouring 100,000 rivers and rivers, and the thunder of thunder can't stop him.
Thunder and lightning were bombarded one after another.
God's will seemed to have become a decoration, and it was difficult to destroy his ants. He was bathed in blood, and his face was lost all the way. The so-called majesty also became a joke.
The monks of the Quartet looked terrified, and just looking at them was scary. If it was they who should be robbed, they would have kneeled.
Such evil spirits, they just do not want to wear them, covered by heaven, and the emperor class can not see his true content and origin.
All I know is that he is very strong, so strong that he can't do anything about the God of Thunder and Thunder.
Rao is a Honghuang tribe, and each looks pale.