Chapter 1512: A group of rats

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The flood and wild forest exploded, and the virtual sky seemed to be destroyed by thunder, and it was chaotic in the process of cracking and healing.
The battle was a bit fierce, all of which were deadly, all kinds of blood poured, such as various light rain, intertwined a beautiful picture, but the gorgeous picture, but bloody.
Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu moved, each pinching their prints, and sacrificing their enchantments together to protect the heaven and earth. The fighting between the two was too volatile, so that the people below were not affected by the aftermath.
"It's a bit bloody, Xuanwu King doesn't care?" Someone said tentatively.
"As for the juniors, as long as the elders are not involved, the Nanxuan King will not intervene." A mouse pinched the moustache. "This is the case every year, and his elderly are used to it."
"It's over, the nine-headed bird is about to kneel." I don't know who snorted and let those who looked left and right looking for the figure of the Xuanwu King looked up to the side of the sky.
In that piece of virtual sky, the battle was fiery, and the ten quasi-sacred sieges Ye Chen, but were wolf-ridden by Ye Chen alone, the worst of which was the nine-headed bird, the body of the had already cracked.
Ye Chen took special care of him. Every time there was a big skill, he greeted all the nine-headed birds. He had a heart to kill the nine-headed birds, but because the puppet touched his inverse scale, he had to die.
"Save me." Only the nine-headed bird of Yuanshen burned the power of Yuanshen and fled away in the virtual Sirius. What made him crazy was that Ye Chen stared at him and ran to greet him when he had time.
"Are you OK?" Ye Chen snorted, straddling Xutian and chasing and killing him, with a palm of his hand, he was absolutely unmatched, smashed his half-powered god, and swept it down from Xutian.
"In the afterlife, you shouldn't mess with anyone." Ye Chen looked cold, and if the sentence was condemned, he held a dark war spear in his hand and threw it at the falling nine-headed bird. Penetrating through the void is a spear of lore.
The nine-headed bird was frightened, and only escaped fleeing. The Yuanshen had not been penetrated by the war spear. It was cold and boneless, as if it had been dragged into Jiuyou, and he was suffering from purgatory.
He really smelled the breath of death. The so-called pride was not worth mentioning before death.
Perhaps it was only at this moment that he didn't understand what it was to regret. It was enough to take part in the grand event, but he was so provocative that it provoked the desolate ancient holy body, so that it ended up so miserable.
Save me, save me, while life and death are dying, the nine-headed bird is looking at Prince Jinwu. With the fighting power of Prince Jinwu, he can save him in danger by raising his hand slightly.
But Prince Jinwu was good. He just looked at it with interest, his mouth slightly tilted, "Waste."
The nine-headed bird growled, with resentment and anger, his face pale, his eyes red.
He will have today. Half of it is given by Prince Jinwu. If Prince Jinwu revealed to him the whereabouts of Ye Chen and Ye Chen's old friends, he would not direct today's drama.
But at this moment, regret is useless, because the war spear has been nailed in the air, and the spear's killing power has quickly crushed his primordial spirit, and it completely disappears.
After him, a piece of blood was poured on the night, and someone was killed and torn by Ye Chen on the spot. It was also a big bird. His blood was not weak, but he didn't know which race he was.
Ye Chen didn't bother to care about which race he was, and killed him directly. If he had to fight against me, he would be ready to be destroyed. As an old saying, if it comes out, it will always be returned.
Ten quasi saints, two annihilated, but the remaining eight quasi saints did not retreat. They are all like chicken blood, and they are frequently used by worldly supernatural powers. The horror weapon is not complete.
Ye Chen would not be polite. He was too vain, and he stretched across the sky. He regretted the sacred ancient body and confronted the enemy with incompetent supernatural powers. He had an overwhelming lineup.
The stunned people watching below heard that three years ago, Ye Chen picked out twenty-seven outside the ancient city of Donghuang. At that time, only because of rumors, there was no full faith, and today, no one questioned.
During the talk, someone was chopped. It was Taigu Fengdiao, the opponent of the Little Ape Emperor. The dead thief was miserable, and the flesh was smashed by the stick. The Yuanshen wanted to escape, but he could not escape.
Regardless of the sequence, the earth marshals also chopped the blood geese of the ancient times, but they were slaped to death, and the physical gods died together. When they landed, there was only a pool of blood.
The two screamed and went straight to Ye Chen's side to kill them, standing side by side, against the enemy.
Below, there were people rushing up, one by one, most of them headed for Ye Chen.
Some people counted, except for Ye Chen, seven of them, and more than 20 people who participated in the war. The other side left the saint level of the Baqi serpent, and the rest were quasi-sages and fierce.
"A group of rat generations." In the quasi-holy class, Ye Chen was the fiercest. He picked a three-headed strange bird with a spear. The Yuan Shen was really dead. The flesh fell into the sky and turned into a ray of blood-colored fly ash.
"Suppress the king." A red-winged winged bird rushed to the ground, urging a ancient seal. When Lingtian came down, he was the prince of the wing family, and he was considered a little famous in the quasi-sanitary class.
His blood-stained ancient seal collapsed into a piece of space, but failed to suppress Ye Chen, but was overturned by Ye Chen, and the chaos buzzed and smashed directly to me.
The birth weapon was wounded, and the red-winged wing bird was also backswept. The body was torn apart, blood was sprayed, and the pedal was retracted, but before the body was stopped, Ye Chen came and was torn directly.
For this reason, Ye Chen's back was also cut into a sword. The person who shot it was an ancient flying phoenix. The sword was extremely fierce, and it was a perfect killing of magical power. If it is generally quasi-sacred, it must have been cut.
Ye Chen turned abruptly, and a large stone tablet player flew into the ancient flying phoenix, and then the nine-in-one Shenmang penetrated the ancient sea of ​​the ancient flying phoenix and destroyed its Yuanshen.
"Come on!" Another stepped forward, but a blow from a sneak attack, a sword destroyed.
The identity of this person is not simple. He is a three-eyed deity bird. His ancestors were also considered a giant in the flood season. Their blood origins are innately compatible with God's possession.
However, no matter how powerful the blood is, as long as you are quasi-holy, you will be vain in front of the Eucharist.
Ye Chen has rushed to the past, not hiding, not flashing, and not defending, allowing the three-eyed godbird to pierce his chest with a sword, and his suddenly raised palm has become a magic knife, splitting it with a single palm.
At this instant, the princes of three powerful races smashed together, and their bodies were all a kind of birds. The blood was ancient and powerful, and together they urged a black-colored sword to kill, and Ling Tian split.
The killing sword was a genuine quasi-sacred king soldier. I don't know how much blood he swallowed, bound many resentment spirits, and blessed the power of the sword. It was a sword that broke the world.
Ye Chen was wounded, one arm was removed, and only a trace of flesh was still attached to the shoulder.
The Eucharist's resilience was overbearing. The arm instantly continued. Ye Chen stepped into the sky in one step. Chaos Ding turned into a spear and was smashed by Ling Ling. One of them was smashed into blood mist on the spot. The third person was the worst, and Yuan Shen was directly picked to death.
Domineering, the little ape emperor and yak who were also killing each other laughed. Ye Chen was so fierce. They were also full of warfare. On the first day of worship, the seven brothers went into battle together, bathed in blood, and went crazy. Killed red eye, unusually and primitive.
Blood was pouring again, and a family of princes couldn't escape from the disaster, and was slapped into a mud by Ye Chen.
At this point, he has slashed eight princes in succession, but the more fierce he is, the more he fights, the more he wins. It is not that the other side fights around him, but that he chases the other side.
He is really like a of blood and blood, dazzling people can not look directly, wherever there is blood robber, wherever there is a family of princes beheaded, the picture is bloody.
Heaven and earth, red with blood, a personal shadow falling, blood hula, no dead, are dead bodies, most of them were annihilated by Ye Chen, raging and raging on the heavens.
The people who besieged him were frightened, and no one dared to step forward, all blood and bones dripping, dragging their half-dead body to death, and there was no majesty of a prince.
The princes who looked at them from below looked at the air-conditioners, and the princes who swallowed the clouds one by one in the usual days were like a joke in front of the ancient Eucharist. Chen, it is ironic that the helmet was lost and armor removed.
"A bunch of waste." Prince Jinwu snorted, got up, and stepped into the sky.