Chapter 1599: Bathe blood

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"Seniors save me." Zhiyang Taoists stumbled and flew, grabbed the straw for help, and begged desperately.
Of course, to his begging, the old man Zhundi, who was fishing, remained unheard of, as if he were a deaf.
Ye Chen raised the sword, looked indifferent, and glanced at the old cricket, then cut off the sword with the sword.
"Seniors really do not see death?" Zhiyang growled.
However, he didn't get a reply from the old man, but ushered in Ye Chen's sword. The whole person was cut off and flying, and he broke through a dozen mountains all the way before falling down. He was no longer visible.
Ye Chen crossed the sky and continued to hunt and kill, cold and cold.
Then there were the spectators. When they passed the old man, they did not forget to bow and salute, and their expression was full of awe.
"Even a quasi-perfect emperor did not dare to worry about it." The spectators froze. "Ye Chen is so scary?"
"It's embarrassing for his mother." After everyone left, the old uncle Zhundi just pouted and rubbed his brows fiercely.
He was not afraid of Ye Chen, but was afraid of the sky.
The Great Saint can see Ye Chen's sacred bone in the battle of Chen. As a quasi-empire, how can he see this secret.
Tianxu rescued Ye Chen and gave him Chen Zhan's sacred bone. This is enough to explain everything. It doesn't matter if Ye Chen is provoked. If it provokes the restricted area, God knows what's going to happen.
"Save me." Zhiyang's roar rang through the heavens.
However, no one answered him for his help.
The three great saints and one quasi-empire did not dare to intervene easily, and no one would dare to come together unless they wanted to die.
However, there is only a trace of Zhiyang-level Zhiyang. The speed is really not covered, and the speed is not ordinary.
Ye Chen chased all the way all the way, I did not take it down.
Chi then changed, Ye Chen also fought, burning sperm, the speed soared, he caught up, and slashed with a sword.
The back of Zhiyang Taoist was cut open, Sensen's spine was exposed, and he flew out more than 800 feet, almost being split.
"Old man fights with you." Zhiyang Taoist was full of madness, sacrificed the origin, and the combat power increased suddenly.
He sacrificed a bronze furnace, which was his innate instrument.
Ye Chen lengheng, borrowing the power of the holy bone, poured into the Zhundi sword, a piece of Xianxianhe, split the copper furnace in an instant.
puff!
Zhiyang Taoist spurted blood, was backswept, and flew out.
"Blood debt and blood compensation." Ye Chen killed it, Zhundi sword buzzed, and he cut it relentlessly, sending Zhiyang to Huangquan.
Of course, at this moment, a sacred man suddenly appeared, from a distance, hit the Zhundi sword impartially.
Ye Chen stepped back, shocked, staring into the distance.
In the East, three shadows came together, and he also knew that it was the three great saints of the Holy Land of Heaven.
The three people had a treasure seal hanging from their heads, and it was a quasi-empire soldier.
This heaven and earth is booming, and more than just punish the three saints.
In the west, the clouds rolled, and three figures came. They are the three ancestors of the Cangling Hall. They are so imposing that they have a mirror on their heads, and they are real quasi-empire soldiers.
In the south, the emptiness was buzzing. Three people came from the sky. The three ancestors of the Feathered Gods were all Great Saints, with a black spear hanging from their heads, exuding quasi-empire power.
In the north, the heavens trembled. The three old men urged the chariot, and even the three oldest ancestors of the city, with a bead hanging on their heads, and a quasi-empire-level instrument, which made this world eclipse.
In the southeast, the murderous spirit is still three old men. The three ancestors of the Taiqing Palace also brought a quasi-empire soldier, but a slain sword.
In the southwest, the immortal sea is raging, and the three ancestors of the palace are all sacred, with a quasi-empire-level treasure jar hanging from their heads. It is also a terrible weapon with an infamous reputation.
"This ... this is a good discussion!" The spectators discolored, and the Great Holy Monks came in groups.
"The Taiqing Palace, the Supreme City, the Luan Palace, the Cangling Hall, the Feathered God, the Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, plus the Zhiyang Taoist, a total of nineteen Great Saints!" Someone said in surprise.
"There are six quasi-perfect soldiers, each of whom is a murderer."
"These lineups will be scared when Jundi is here!"
"Ye Chen is here, Bacheng is going to kneel. After all, it is just the power of borrowing. One point is one point less. It is difficult to stop!"
"Okay, good." That imaginary sky sounded the unscrupulous laugh of Zhiyang Taoists, full of madness, quite energetic, and never thought of such a powerful force to rescue soldiers.
Nineteen great saints and six quasi-perfect emperors. What a lineup is, even if the quasi-princes are present in person, they will be afraid.
"Eighteen Great Saints, the older generations really deserve me." Ye Chen ignored the heavens, and many great Saints have been listed in the void and surrounded, blocking him in the center.
"The grievances of yesteryear, I will be settled with you today." Many great saints are humming, the momentum is united, the majestic heavens, this heaven and earth, are instantly frozen.
"Borrowed sacred bone power, how long can you sustain it." Tian Pu Da Sheng sneered, and the corner of his mouth was still playing.
"Then come." Ye Chen drank, killing him.
"I can't help it." The nineteen Great Saints sneered in unison, dispatched together, either by pinching, or by tactics, or by wielding swords, all of which had great power.
"Kill." Zhiyang Taoist also followed, shaking his sleeves, offering a broken array, flashing Shenmang.
Ye Chen rushed to the front, the Emperor Zhunjian showed his mighty power, the sword of the Heavenly Punisher was drenched in blood, and he turned his hands to cover the sky and fell.
The third great saint, he moved the Eight Wild Fist, and it was a nine-in-one unity, with the sacred bones cheering up, half of his flesh, and the grand saint, was defeated neatly.
For this reason, he was also severely wounded, pierced through his chest by the finger of Taiqing Dasheng, and hit the sword of Supreme Dasheng by his back.
The holy emperor of the palace was the most fierce. He moved the quasi-empire and removed Ye Chen's arm.
"Dead!" Zhiyang Taoists urged the broken map, sweeping out the silence of the gods, all the way through the nothingness.
Ye Chen regretted his body, and beheaded Zhiyang with a sword.
Zhiyang retreated, Yuanshen was wounded, and a new head was condensed in a hurry, his face was fierce, such as the evil spirit.
"Give me a seal." A great saint of heaven punishment rushed to the sky again, with an array of mangs in his palm, an ancient array, covering Ye Ye with a volley, trying to ban him.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, chaotic visions appeared, chaotic roads fluttered, broke through the ban of the legal array, and went straight to Jiuxiao.
The heavenly punishment of that great saint fell on his knees, was sealed by Ye Chen with a sword and penetrated the eyebrows, the Yuanshen died, and fell into the sky.
"You really deserve it." There are two remaining Great Saints roaring in the Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, and they moved the quasi-empire to press them.
"Everything is waiting for you." Ye Chen waved the silence, forcing the quasi-perfect emperor to retreat from heaven and earth, and the two saints of heaven and punishment were cut off on the spot.
The two were wounded, dripping with blood and staining the sky.
Ye Chen ignored the siege of the Quartet and stared at the two of them. He understood the truth of his life while he was ill.
The two heavenly punishment grand princes suddenly settled down, seeing Ye Chen coming out to smash, their expressions changed greatly, and they both pinched their hands.
However, Ye Chen was faster, one sword Fengshen cut off one statue, Wan Jian returned to one, and killed another great saint.
The blood was dazzling, and the spectators watched.
Three Great Saints! The three face-to-face meetings turned out to be mass destruction. There were nineteen great holy ranks, and only sixteen were left.
Looking at the prince's treasure seal of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, it was also inevitable to suppress and was broken by Ye Chen.
In the past, the Dacheng Eucharist regretted the extremely imperial soldiers with bare hands. Although Ye Chen was less than one ten thousandth of his predecessors tonight, he was also overbearing.
The quasi-imperial treasure seal shards pour out the sky like light rain.
Chaos tripod quasi-opportunity, swallowed a clean, watching the spectator bun, this tripod really consciously.
In the sound of surprise, Ye Chen ran out of blood and was swept away by the quasi-empire soldiers one after another, and the powerful sacred body also cracked.
"Slapping." The Supreme Three Holy Saints approached, one person with one sword, almost chopped Ye Chen on the spot.
Ye Chen screamed, his blood was burning, his spine was chopped behind his back, and he slashed the Supreme Lord with a sword, turned his palm, and shot the second Lord.
The third Great Saint of the Supreme City rolled back the quasi-empire soldiers and escaped, but it was fierce-looking like a ghost.
"Battle." Ye Chen shouted loudly, and the whole body was burning with flames, gold and blood, and raging.
He is like a of war, invincible in war, and he has discovered the potential of the Holy Bone. Every drop of blood and every bone is exhaling Zhundiwei, unparalleled.
"Take it to my town." The Emperor of the Feathered God ascended to Jiuxiao, urged the quasi-empire, and the volley was down.
"Get off." Ye Chen roared, rushing up against the sky, and united, and the feathered quasi-empire soldier burst, and the great saint bleed blood and flew out.
He won another battle, but was dissected by the prince soldier of the Taiqing Palace, the sacred bone was cracked, and the blood was thin.
Cangling Hall, the quasi-empire soldier Mang swept, his sacred skull was crushed by half, and the Yuan was severely damaged.
Ye Chen ascended to the sky, and the wound was full of blood and blood, healed quickly, and the sacred body was cast like gold.
His strength was astounding, and he regretted that Gong Dasheng slaped his hand and turned and tore that person.
"Sacrifice array, sealed him." The three great holy forces combined, laying down the array, is the ninety-nine ancient battle flag.
It was an ancient law formation, with countless runes circulating, nine or nine consecutive, with the power of banning and annihilation.
Ye Chen was trapped on the spot, and his blood was wiped out a lot.
"Open it to me." Ye Chen drank angrily, cutting a gap with a sword, like a dragon, bursting out.
However, as soon as he made this step, he saw the five quasi-perfect soldiers all buzzing and pressing together.
Ye Chen spurted blood, the sacred bone was broken, and the crushed legs were bent, as if carrying an eight thousand Zhangjue.
"Give it to me." He snarled, the blood of the golden tumbling rolled up, and he gave up five courageous imperial soldiers.
"Suppression." The saint who slayed him also roared, each blessing the secret law, madly urging the quasi-empire soldiers.
At this moment, the five quasi-perfect soldiers who had just been lifted down again, making Ye Chen unable to move.
The healing sacred body was cracked again, the sacred blood was thin in the gap, and every strand was dazzling.
"It's over, it's over, and the five quasi-emperial soldiers are working together to suppress it, and even if there is a big sacred bone, they have to kneel."
"It's not that Ye Chen is too weak, it's because too many people are besieging him." The older monks sighed.
"If you fight alone, no one will be able to defeat him under the Emperor."
"Dead! Dead!" Zhiyang Taoists sneered, bloodthirsty eyes, urged five prospective soldiers, pressed Ye Chen to kneel down.
"Strength, who gives me strength." Ye Chen gritted his teeth, braced himself, his eyes turned red, his forehead was exposed, his heart was roaring madly.
He needed strength, stronger power to break through the suppression of the five quasi-perfect soldiers.
Suddenly, he turned in the right eye fairy wheel.
Then, there was a mysterious and ancient force recovering. I do n’t know where it came from, but I know it is very strong.
"Very good." Ye Chen laughed, her blood fluttered, as if she knew what the left-eye fairy wheel had awakened, and Shou Yuan sacrifice sacrifice, triggering the overbearing forbidden technique.
"Xianlun Tianfu, open."