Chapter 1611: Sadness under Wuzhishan

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"Impossible, this is impossible." Looking at the familiar and disgusting face, Ye Chen kicked back.
He was unbelievable that the Phoenix Fairy, who had been chopped by him a hundred years ago, was still alive and was smiling at him.
"It took me a hundred years to complete the Phoenix Nirvana. Thank you for giving me the good fortune." Fengxian stopped and smiled at Ye Chen.
"Phoenix nirvana." Ye Chen's old hand clicked, and there was blood flowing between his fingers.
Phoenix Nirvana, the Supreme Immortal Method of the Phoenix Family.
He never thought, nor would he have thought, that Fengxian took that step in life and death a hundred years ago.
Today, her Taoism, bloodline, origin, and God's possession have all changed, and I don't know how much better than in previous years.
Her horror and power are shocking and horrifying. The north side Saint is not necessarily her opponent.
"Goodbye to me, but still happy, but the slave family misses you so much?" Fengxian smiled and sat comfortably on the throne with a pair of phoenix eyes, looking down at Ye Chen.
Her smile, with a touch of shame, with a touch of gloom, makes people laugh and make people tremble.
Ye Chen's stature is so stupid, Xu is so fluctuated that his whole body's dying spirit is thick.
Fengxian was still alive, unexpectedly, it was unexpected, and his calm heart was also turbulent.
This means that he did not collect the debt of a hundred years ago.
To this day, he truly understands that she is a person who inherits the luck of heaven and earth. There is always someone rescued at the critical moment. Even if she is dead, she can still be nirvana.
"Is it very helpless?" Fengxian held her chin with one hand, and laughed and mischievous.
Ye Chen was silent, pale and bloodless.
He was really helpless, helpless like never before.
At this moment, how about indulging him out, how he fights over the impatiens after Nirvana.
"Mo Ji, there is even more helplessness for you." Fengxian glanced at the fairy king crane on the crucified mountain.
"Slut, there is a kind of heads-up." Fairy Wanghe cursed.
"Oh, why are you so eloquent?" Feng Xian smiled enchantingly, "It scared people."
"My aunt! It's disgusting to see you."
"Brother Jinwu, he scolded me, you have to decide for the slave family!" Feng Xian bowed her head and looked at the second Prince of the Jinwu ethnic group with a grievance, smiling with enchantment.
"Sister Xianer, rest assured, it will make you happy." Prince Jinwu smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, a pair of golden eyes, bloodthirsty and brutal.
As he said, he bent his bow and took an arrow, aimed at the fairy king crane, and his arrow passed through the sky like a ray of gloom.
"Interesting." The other princes and priests all laughed, and followed suit, pulling bows and arrows.
The picture was bloody, and a series of killing arrows, such as a ray of gloom, shot at the fairy king crane.
"Ye Chen, do you feel heartache?" Feng Xianfeng fluttered her eyes and seemed to be able to see the wildly struggling Ye Chen across the mountain. The picture made her excited and mad, "You need to know that his death was all because of you . "
"Lao Qi, Mo listened to her nonsense, my brother and I are still a good man eighteen years later." The immortal king crane roared, his body was covered with kill arrows, and his body was covered with blood.
"There is such a species." Prince Jinwu and others sneered, and once again pulled their bows and arrows to shoot the gods.
what......!
Ye Chen roared, a pair of muddy eyes, blood-red eagerly dripping blood, struggling madly, the struggling iron chain rattled, but he couldn't leave the altar.
"Well ... what's wrong. This is." Xu Shi was so active that he attracted a lot of monks, and he couldn't help seeing it.
"Oh my God! Is that Impatiens? I'm still alive."
"It's impossible! A hundred years ago, I watched her go wild with my own eyes." The astonishment continued.
"It should be the Nirvana of the Phoenix clan." Some older monks and old eyes had deep eyes, and they seemed to have seen the clue.
"The one who was nailed should be the fairy king crane of the southern region. Ye Chen's brother is really miserable."
"These beasts, but the real ghosts are still there! The Eucharist has been suppressed, and still let him go."
"I saw my brother was shot to death with an arrow, and the Eucharist didn't know how much heartache it was." Too many people sighed, mourning for the fairy king and sorrow, but also sorrow for Ye Chen.
In the discussion, the laughter of the fairy king crane died out.
Looking away, the Wuzhishan was red with his blood. Just looking at it was startling.
The immortal king crane died, and his stiff head finally fell down. Before he died, he smiled at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's body was stiff, and he looked at the fairy king crane with blood and tears in his eyes.
Outside the mountain, laughed recklessly, perverted crazy.
"Everyone who is related to him, regardless of the monks and mortals, is going to die." Fengxian left, but the laughter rang through Jiuxiao, with coldness and supreme majesty.
"This will be a very interesting hunt." Many Princes and Gods of God also turned around, each of them like a demon, with a terrifying smile.
"Even more so!" The monks on the four sides booed. "I don't know how many people have been massacred."
"Ye Chen was suppressed this time, making it harder to collect blood debt."
"The death of the immortal king crane is terrible, let's help him collect the corpse!" The kind monk whispered.
"Take him down and you will be nailed in the next moment." The monks glanced around at the man.
"Leave." The older monks took the lead in turning, and the visitors sighed, and all scattered.
Before leaving, he did not forget to look at the fairy king crane. Although he could not bear it, he did not dare to intervene arbitrarily. Those people, they really couldn't stand it.
Night came quietly, covered with blood.
At the bottom of the Five Fingers Mountain, Ye Chen sat quietly, like a stone statue, motionless, surrounded by thick dead air.
He didn't growl again, quietly scary, dim eyes, murky tears, which had blurred his vision.
The fairy king crane was also nailed to the mountain, covered with sword rain, and a stream of blood was flowing out of the body.
Because of his death, many people ran to Wuzhishan again and looked at it from a distance. They dared not approach, but sighed.
In the middle of the night, six shadows came together, and they were the feathered son, the Cangling son and the Taiqing son.
In their hands, they all held an icy iron chain, and the other side of the chain was locked with a man who shed his hair, such as a prisoner of death, whose hair was covered with blood.
"Ye Chen, look, is there anyone in your family?" The six stopped, smirking and humorous, throwing the person chained to the mountain.
Ye Chen lifted his eyes and looked through the mountains to see those who were locked by the iron chains, all miserable.
He doesn't know those people, he has nothing to do with them.
"Why catch us." Those who were locked by the chains were snarling, tears falling, full of sorrow.
"No why." God of punishment shrugged his shoulders arbitrarily. "It's just strange, all are called Ye Chen."
"Ah ...." The captives growled and snarled again, full of grief and indignation. This is the world where the strong are respected. As the weak, they should all be bullied.
"Noise." Lengheng, the God of Cangling, immediately waved his sword, and the arrested person turned into a mist of blood on the spot.
"Yo, it's early!" Someone came again, the Son of the Sun and the Moon, and many people were caught, but they were all monks and their clothes were disheveled.
It can be seen that those women have been humiliated, and tears of humiliation have covered their cheeks.
Ye Chen watched quietly. Among the women caught, there were no reincarnated people, but they were also miserable.
"They all admire Ye Chen." The sun and moon son has fallen, and the captured woman is thrown in front of the mountain.
"Well, that's really sad!" The goddess of the imperial palace shouted, and the grin was grinning fiercely.
"It's a pity to kill." Yuhua Shenzi twisted his neck comfortably, all eyes were lascivious.
"Under these five-finger mountains, it should be very emotional." The Supreme Son of God has rushed up like a monster.
The other sons are also fiercely exposed, each like a vicious wolf, each looking for people, venting the brutal beast.
The woman hissed, her tears humiliated.
"My sweetheart is inside, cry, keep crying!"
"Ye Chen, you still like this picture."
"Kill me! Come and kill me! Hahaha."
The seven great sons are like crazy perverted dogs, and the coexistence of 狰 and 狞 is the devil in the night.
"Rulai, is this your mercy?"
At the bottom of the dark mountain, Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, full of sorrow and anger, and the anger towards the Buddha was from the soul.