Chapter 1720: Find a place

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In the deep mountains, Ye Chen awoke, his eyes opened, and two Shenmang shot out, piercing the caves in front of the mountain wall.
Facts have proven that the eyes can indeed kill people, and the radiant glances of the eyes can destroy one or two little ghosts.
Ye Chen exhaled a stale air, looking inside the sacred ancient body.
In the eyes, there is a piece of Jin Chancan, the sacred bone is cast like gold, and it is full of runes.
What made him most curious was the power flowing from his body.
The power, mysterious and ancient, made him very familiar, a bit like the feeling of opening blood to continue the limit, very similar.
"Interesting." Ye Chen murmured, raised his hand and stroked his chest, a blood slap, and he cut it out.
Strangely, the wound healed without waiting for the Holy Blood to overflow, but healed instantly, and the recovery was terrible.
"This is the real domineering state, and it is really overbearing."
Ye Chen couldn't help laughing, his eyes were bright, his fists clenched, the space between his fingers was fragile, and his pinch burst.
His flesh is too strong and the space cannot bear it.
The majestic strength in his body, like Wang Yang, was rolling, giving him enough confidence to kill the saint with one punch.
"Okay." With a long howl, he ascended to the sky one step, punched to the void, and punched the sky into a hole.
"Ye Chen, get out." Just when Ye Chen was excited, a loud roar rang, spreading with the power of Xiu.
Ye Chen raised her eyebrows, narrowed her body, and looked towards the ghost town.
That roar came from there, and someone found fault.
Ye Chen smiled again, revealing two rows of teeth with a smile, twisted his neck fiercely, and went to the ghost town with his feet on the sky.
When there is a fight, there is a baby. He likes to do this job most.
Looking outside the ghost town, there are indeed no small movements, heavy dark clouds, such as covering the sky and darkness, covering the sky, and the sky and the sky are dark.
Outside the ghost town, eight figures stood in a line.
They are all generals, and they are also wearing armor, Qi Yuxuan Ang, the blood is extraordinary, the blood is raging, and the sky is raging.
These eight people are not simple, they are the generals under the throne of Chujiang.
In the tenth hall of the Hades Palace, the second hall of the Chujiang king is in charge. The eight of them, and the dragon dragon generals, are also called the nine halls of the second temple.
Not every ghost general has the honor to belong to Yan Luo.
However, those who can be fancy by Yan Luo and who can be taken over by Yan Luo are all talents and talents.
The eight of them, plus the dragon dragon generals, were all honored, and even glorious, cultivated by Yan Luo and admired by the Quartet.
The Eight Great Souls were approaching, and the people in the city were shocked, either in groups of three or in groups of five, gushing out of the gate.
To see the visitors, the spectators couldn't help shuddering. The eight people were connected with strength, coercion, and arrogance.
"These eight, what is it all about?" Someone was surprised.
"The Hades of the Second Hall is under the throne of Chujiang."
"From left to right, Tianhe Mingjiang, Diyue Mingjiang, Qiankun Mingjiang, Yinyang Mingjiang, Red Flame Mingjiang, Erhai Mingjiang, Sin Mingjiang and Fenglei Mingjiang.
"It's rare to see it on weekdays, and today there are eight deities."
"This time, Ye Chen hung up, and he was chosen to be killed."
"Who can blame this." Someone shook his hand. "It was previously shown that Feilongming will fight, and I want him to do it too."
"Ye Chen, get out." In the argument, Chi Yanming would be angry, a pair of eyes, burning red flames.
The faces of the remaining seven ghosts are all frosty.
King Chu Jiang is also one of He Xuren, one of the ten halls of Nadi Prefecture, and the mourning under his seat will be beaten to death.
As the King of Chu Jiang, he will never go down to find Ye Chen to liquidate. The matter of the younger generation still needs to be resolved by the younger generation.
The younger generation in the second hall belongs to them. This task of finding a place is not theirs.
"Who is Ye Chen, roll quickly." When no one went to the sky, Feng Leiming would also be angry and yelled like a thunder.
"Who's looking for me?" The voice sounded, but not from a ghost town, but from another piece of virtual sky, and someone changed.
Ye Chen's nagging appeared, and he stepped on the vanity and came out, very uneasy, just like nothing.
When he came here, the Bada Ming turned collectively, his eyes were full of glory, fiery light, and inexplicable excitement.
This time, there are actually two purposes, one of which is to find a place.
As for the second one, I want to see if the legendary Eucharist is really as it says: invincible in the same order.
All are the generals under the Yan Luo seat. They all have their own pride and self-identification. They can defeat the ancient Eucharist.
They thought that, just like the previous dragon dragon generals, they wanted to use actual combat to break the myth of the same invincibility of the Eucharist.
Ye Chen stopped, glanced at eight people, and didn't need to ask, it was from that side, and he must belong to King Yanluo Chujiang.
Earlier, he killed Feilongming, and it is no wonder that people can rest.
It was just that he didn't expect that if he didn't come, there would be only eight. When he looked at the situation, he was obviously going to fight in groups!
"There is also a quasi-sacred king who really deserves me."
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the one on the far left. It should be Tianhe Mingjiang, who is famous in the underworld. He had heard some.
Tianhe's demeanor was the most overbearing. He had crossed the saints and boarded the quasi-sacred king. His breath was not ordinary hanging.
However, for him, there is actually no difference.
In the heavens, he who is holy, is able to disable the holy king.
Now that he has come to the underworld, the sacred bones of the tyrants and the sacred treasures of the Emperor's Desolation have reached a state of extreme horror.
It can be said that under the Holy King level, you are free to come.
It doesn't matter, I dare to persuade him not to call Ye Chen.
He didn't even have to fight against this group of people, he just picked eight, then eight more, and I did the same.
"Ye Chen, you are so brave, you dare to hurt my second palace general." Qian Kunming will be cold and murderous.
"Then you want to drop it." Ye Chen smiled with his arms around her chest, looking at Qian Kunming with interest.
"Self-defeating repairs will spare you not to die." Qian Kunming will drink coldly, and his bull's forcing has gradually entered a good situation.
"Sorry, this can't be done." Ye Chen pouted.
"Then I will do it myself." Qiankunming kicked Jiuxiao step by step, surrounded by gods at his fingertips, the mystery of Qiankun blended in, one finger overwhelmed and destroyed.
Ye Chen chuckled, his face did not change, and he stood like a javelin, leaving Qian Kunming to jab with a finger, but he stood still.
The spectator was not calm, and Ye Chen was secretly arrogant.
That is a saint, not a quasi-sage, and that finger is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will be killed.
Of course, in the imagination, the picture of Ye Chen being penetrated by a finger did not appear. Instead of not appearing, he was shocked.
Qian Kunming stabbed Ye Chen with a finger, but he did not break Ye Chen's defense, but only sparked on Ye Chen's surface.
There are still sounds. If the metal collides, a single click will make Qian Kunming point a finger as if poking on a steel plate.
"How is it possible?" The spectators were all shocked, unbelievable, that was a saint's finger! Did not break the semi-holy defense.
"How is that possible."
"How is it possible?" The most shocking is Qian Kunming, who is proud of his skills. In front of Ye Chen, he is so fragile. It is ridiculous that no one moved.
"You fingers don't look so good!" Ye Chen smiled and patted the dust on her chest casually.
"Crazy." Qian Kunming will drink and attack again.
This time, it can be said that the combat force is fully open, the seal of Qiankun is pinched, many supernatural powers are merged, and the scriptures are also transferred between the palms.
To say this is better than Feilongming, but it is not so strong. No matter how strong, can it be stronger than Ye Chen?
This time, Ye Chen moved, but he didn't stand to let him fight.
I've let you poke a finger, and his mother's energy, that I must let you find a place to be happy.
"Suppression." Qian Kunming will Ling Tian, ​​cover with a palm.
"Where's the self-confidence." Ye Chen Lengheng, he didn't move his fist, but one finger, hundreds of secret methods, blending the six veins supernatural powers.
Qiankun Ming will be embarrassed. Qiankun's palm print is like white paper, pierced by Ye Chen, and thousands of secret methods are all displayed.
Not only was the palm print pierced, but his body was also pierced, and there was a large blood hole in his finger, with blood spurting out.
"My finger is better than yours." Ye Chen blew his fingers. "Next time, it's your brows."
"Look for death." Qian Kunming will be furious, manifest his magic sword in his hand, instill mana, slash into the sky, and cut out the fairy river.
Angry, he was really angry. The sacred general under the throne of Chujiang, against the enemy at the saint level, was a successive defeat.
His arrogance suffered a blow, the saint level could not do Ye Chen, what to break the myth of the undefeated Eucharist.
Ye Chen laughed, and her feet were too empty, like ghosts walking in the sky.
Although Qian Kunming has a strong sword, he has to be cut.
Ye Chen was so intrigued, he easily avoided a sword, took a big step, and killed himself in front of Qian Kunming.
"You ..." Qian Kunming changed his color and hurried back.
"Where to go." Ye Chen raised his palm, a big stone tablet player, shouting firmly on Qian Kunming's face.
The applause was crisp, loud, and cleared through the void.
Qian Kunming was on his knees, and flew out with a palm of his hand.
Wow! The spectators all looked up, and looked in the direction that Qian Kunming would fly out, and their eyes moved with it.
Fly, really fly, I don't know how far to fly.
I only knew that after three or five breaths, I heard the bang, and Qianyun, who was flying backward, knocked down a mountain and collapsed.
A saint, that is a saint, and he flew in a face-to-face. He has seen a hang, never seen such a hang.
The remaining seven mediocre soldiers frowned and tightened instantly.
I wanted Qiankunming to try the water, but who ever thought that it flew in the palm of a hand, and it was completely unpredictable.
Now, who dares to sacrifice the Eucharist, if it is one-on-one, under the quasi-sacred king, who is the opponent and who can withstand it.
"Let's go together." The yin and yang famous leng hummed, the combat power instantly reached the peak, the natal device also sacrificed, and the first attack came.
The other major players, except Tianhe Ming, did not move, they all started the attack, a total of six, the battle is not small.
At this moment, these mediocre men, who are embarrassing.
As long as they are able to lie on Ye Chen, the group fights at will.
The place, the most important thing is the place. Even if Ye Chen wins, the process is not important, the face is not necessary, what process is required.