Chapter 1864: He is dusty night

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The world became peaceful, only because Ye Chen glanced at the armadillo, the whole person stayed there, like a stone carved statue, his eyes were dumb, there was no light.
On the other hand, the armadillo on the opposite side, the corner of his mouth slightly tilted, looked at Ye Chen with interest, as if admiring his masterpiece.
He was very confident about the blossoming of Ye Yichen. Ye Chen's appearance this time could not escape his illusion.
"What's the matter." Seeing Ye Chenchu's motionless, the little ape emperor under the stage couldn't help scratching his head, his expression was stunned.
"Honghuang Armadillo is good at fantasy, and has a deep connection with the protoss. The blossoming is very overbearing. Ye Chen Bacheng hit the illusion, and his mind was dragged into the illusion." Nandi pondered.
"The armadillo smiled so happily, most likely to eat Ye Chen." The witch tribe scolded, "looking angry."
"You can't underestimate the Eucharist too much." The ancient goddess chuckled. "In previous Yaochi grand gatherings, he had once missed the flowers of the gods, and it was broken."
"The situation is different." The goddess of the Ling tribe put down her eyebrows. "In those days, he was wearing fairy eyes, and now he has no fairy eyes to help him."
As she said, the crowd could not help but worry, the wind and waves came, and the gutter turned over.
"I can't move anymore." As the people talked, the Quartet's discussions were one after another, and both eyes were on the battlefield.
"The mind is drawn into the illusion." Jiuxiao real person said faintly, "One thought blooms, an invincible illusion."
"With no fairy eyes, it's really hard to break the armadillo fantasy." Chiyangzi looked worried, always feeling that something bad happened.
"I bet the armadillo, it was a terrible death." Jiu Chen took a drink, Xu was tired, sitting at the feet of Yun Xiaozi, raising his hands, and lying on Yun Xiaozi's legs.
"Get off." Yun Xiaozi finally hurried and flipped over the goods, and Honghuang Kirin stumbled again, still shivering.
"Watching and watching." Jiuchen coughed, and came back dead-faced, raised the small bench, and sat there again.
Yun Xiaozi didn't bother to deal with it. He changed the land with Chiyangzi and looked at the battle platform. Ye Chen still didn't move.
"From your point of view, can that little guy break the thought?" Mo Yuan laughed, saying this to Jiang Taixu.
"It's just illusion." Jiang Taixu smiled, his eyes were ancient, and he was very confident in Ye Chen, without doubt.
"Break! Quickly break!" A bunch of younger generations, such as ants on hot pots, are anxious to be restless.
"The six-game losing streak must be planted in my armadillo tribe." The armadillo quaintly laughed, his blood eyes brutal and haggard.
"Master, it looks like I don't need to wait for my kill." Shang Yang smiled, his face was more sensible than the armadillo.
"It's best to die in the armadillo's hands, but also to save the old man's shot." The ancestor of the play Tian Dan said, closed his eyes.
"With just one illusion, I want to take down the ancient ancient Eucharist. The armadillo is afraid of thinking too much." Tian Shuo smiled, watching the armadillo quasi-perfect self-confidence, he inexplicably laughed.
"His eyes and pupils have great mystery." Chen Yi said quite profoundly, standing quietly, staring at Ye Chen's eyes.
"What a coincidence, I think so." Xiao Jiuxian smiled playfully, and came again somehow, and the little girl was very conscious, standing next to Chen Yi, and holding someone's arm.
On the stage, the armadillo has turned into a killing sword, holding it in his hand, stepping towards Ye Chen step by step, and he does not worry about playing tricks.
The younger generations looked tight, and every time the armadillo took a step, their hearts would beat fiercely.
Even many seniors also mentioned their hearts to their throats, the whiteness of their hands and sweat soaked their clothes.
If Ye Chen can't break the illusion, he will inevitably escape the armadillo to kill, and it will be difficult for him to support the scene. Such destruction will be a big loss for the heavens.
"This is the cultivation of the people of the heavens, weak enough to be vulnerable." The laughter of the nine emperor Armadillo rang through the world.
"It's ridiculous." Ye Chen yelled in his heart, disapproving, and left the pestle in motion, without any reaction.
In the eyes of an outsider, he really fell into the illusion of the armadillo, and has become a lamb to be slaughtered, and let the armadillo slaughter.
It's a pity that the world still looked down on Ye Chen too much, and he was in full reincarnation, and the thought of flower blossoms had no effect on him.
Even though there is no reincarnation, he has many ways to break the game, but using the eye pupil to break the game is more direct.
"It will cost you to provoke the floods." Beyond half a foot, the prince Armadillo stopped, dipping into a strange smile and raised his killing sword, but instead of cutting to Ye Chen, he turned to Ye Chen mask He would also like to see how honorable the heavenly people in the six-game losing streak are.
However, before his sword touched Ye Chen's mask, Ye Chenmune's eyes bloomed with bright light.
This change made the armadillo suddenly change color, and his eyes had a look, which proves that Ye Chen's mind has returned and the illusion has been broken.
"Do you still want to destroy me?" Ye Chen sneered, smirking in the past, and the shocked armadillo nine princes, caught off guard by a palm, was almost blown out.
"How could it be." Armadillo's quasi-empire's face also changed suddenly, knowing the horror of blossoming, but it was broken.
"It was so easy to break the illusion of the armadillo." Other Honghuang peoples were also quite surprised, ignoring the idea of ​​blossoming, few people in the same stage easily did it.
"It's beautiful." The little ape emperor could not help but sighed loudly, "Well, let's say! What's the old master's skill?"
"Stupid, the armadillos are all stupid." Long Jie and others did not sit idle, shaking their ears and shaking their ears.
"Impossible, this is impossible." The roar of the nine princes of Armadillo, and even the little ape emperor, their stubborn eyes, flushed, their foreheads exposed, their complexions crooked, and their proud illusion was broken. Difficult to accept, I thought that a blossoming flower could easily solve Ye Chen, but who had thought that it would not work for him.
"There are so many impossible things." Ye Chen's words were cold and icy, and his body was like a ghost, bullying himself in front of the armadillo.
To say that the psychological quality of the Prince Armadillo was indeed unrelenting. He suffered a little blow, and even forgot his defense. Only one face was seen, and his skull was beheaded.
The large neck of the bowl was thin with blood like a spring, and the head rolled down on the battle platform.
He then reacted, and Yuan Shen struck out his flesh and went straight to the armadillo quasi-perfect emperor, screaming in horror, "My ancestors saved me."
"When it's here, you won't be gone." Ye Chen chased across the sky, and the nine gods merged into one, specializing in the mystery of the Yuanshen.
"God." The armadillo quasi-perfect emperor, the old eyes fiercely froze.
Although he gritted his teeth, he never moved. Only three secret soldiers in the secret had locked him.
With the screams, the nine princes of Armadillo fell into the sky and were penetrated by Ye Chen's nine-in-one god.
"Come in for me!" Ye Chen slapped it in his palm.
After doing this, he looked sideways at the Armadillo quasi-perfect emperor, smiling happily. The thief was happy, "Not happy."
"I know who the armadillo family gods are, who are you?" The armadillo quainted the emperor coldly, his old eyes scarlet.
"He is a dusty night." Before Ye Chen turned on the Huyou mode, a chirp sounded, lonely and silent.
"Dust night?" In a word, the sitting Honghuang group rose up and stared at Ye Chen with both eyes.
"Dust Night?" The monks of the heavens all stood up collectively, staring at Ye Chen as if they were the flood-hordes.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, only looked slightly to the side of the crowd. In the crowd of people, he accurately found the disguised ancestor of the ancestor, and it was him who spoke.
Obviously, Yan Tiankan broke his identity, so he made a statement, and wanted to use the hand of the Great Famine to destroy him.
The ancestor of Tianyan smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, and his eyes flashed like a demon.
"I really have you." Ye Chen also laughed, and the killing of playing the ancestor of the sky has risen to an unstoppable level.
Still, he didn't plant it in the hands of Hong Huang, but he planted it in the hands of the heavenly people, which is really hateful.
"Dust Night has been buried in the emperor's way to kill, you must have read it correctly?" Honghuang Zhundi glanced at the ancestor of the sky.
Not only them, the monks of the heavens also looked at them in the hope of getting a definite answer.
"If it's fake, change it." Yan Tiandao said, smiling quietly, a pair of old eyes gloomy scary, like a snake.
At this moment, everyone's eyes are on Ye Chenna again, and they want to get an answer from his mouth.
"As he said." Ye Chen shrugged with a smile, not concealed or concealed, and admitted to be crisp and clear.