Chapter 1821: Space disorder

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"With a cap, catch alive, smash his bones and drink his blood." Wang Xuan star, screaming and screaming through the heavens and earth, is a large sacred armadillo, with a haggard look, a pair of blood eyes is terrible.
It didn't matter if he shouted, Ye Chen came straight to him, and the gun shot the head bird. Whoever screamed, then whoever went first.
The sacred armadillo was angry, came in rushing, opened his mouth wide, his body was like a mountain, covered with scales, and crushed the sky.
Ye Chen coldly hummed and punched the next day, banging through the armadillo's throat, the sensible blood hole, spraying scarlet blood.
The Great Saint Armadillo was miserable, and when he came up, he knelt down. His domineering body was fragile in Ye Chen. After three divisions, five divisions, and two divisions, he was dismantled, leaving only the Yuanshen to escape from the sky.
"Where to go." Ye Chen hissed, chasing and killing Zeng Ge, and he was a lover of jumping. Still destroy you.
"Rescue me." The armadillo, who was still courageous and snarled, screamed and screamed for help for a moment, and the scarred eyes had covered the scarred eyes.
His order was still very good. An armadillo fluttered, or spit flames, or shot thunder, and gathered into a sea of ​​fire and thunder, flooding Ye Chen.
"Give me ... open." Ye Chen drank in anger, with a sword cut off, like a golden dragon, leaping out, his golden hands covering the sky, wiped it with one palm, and the armadillo was crushed into pieces.
When the Great Saint Armadillo saw this, he fled even more happily, and did not dare to turn back. Ye Chen was too strong. If he accidentally moved, he would be destroyed.
"Did you run away?" Ye Chen yelled coldly and majesticly, like a king, swept through the sky, crossed the sky, and fought with Ge as a stick, Ling Tian smashed in the past.
With this stick, the thief is overbearing, and the Great Saint-level Yuan Shen is also difficult to stop.
"Damn." The second Great Saint Armadillo rushed out and vomited a treasure seal, which was his own life weapon, and Ling Tian pressed.
"Go away." Ye Chen rose up against the sky, without any evasion. His flipped hand was a stick, slammed against it, no matter how big the holy warrior, it was difficult to stop the imperial soldier and was crushed by a stick.
The natal device was destroyed, and the master was back bitten. The huge body of the sacred armadillo burst, and the blood was like rain.
"Give me a seal." Hundreds of holy king armadillos screamed, and jointly took charge of the ban, to trap Ye Chen in the battle.
"Seal me?" Ye Chen sneered, showing too much imagination to the extreme. He ignored the ban and ran around the pattern of people, causing hundreds of holy king armadillos to die.
Even more embarrassing, the armadillo moved the banned array, and he was not idle.
The Taixu Dragon was halted, and dozens of prison cages covered the sky. The Great Holy Armadillo was trapped in it without exception.
They were trapped, and no one was holding Ye Chen, and the remaining holy kings, quasi-holy kings, and saints, no one could stop Ye Chen's move.
The battle became a unilateral slaughter, and the picture was bloody.
The sound of wailing was continuous, and the listeners trembled, the armadillo was defeated, the body was useless, and it spread across the sky.
"Relief, really madness." Ye Chen killed outside, yak and Li Changsheng beckoned in the copper furnace.
"Stove in a braised pot." Ye Chen was bathed in blood, killing madness, and the Holy King-level armadillo was thrown into the copper stove one after another. The beautiful meal cannot be missed.
"Here comes the business." The yak and Li Changsheng are on the other side, and the division of labor is clear. One person chops meat, and the other handles it.
It's the two of them who want to talk about the mood. The heat is killing outside, but there is a lot of meat stew here.
Not long after, the great god-level armadillo broke through the ban on the Taixu dragon, and each of them was extremely murderous. A dozen armadillos blocked the four sides.
Obvious group fights, the battle is not small, and strive to annihilate Ye Chen.
Ye Chen wouldn't be afraid, the little shrimps had been cleaned up, and the war really started. Picking ten was still fierce.
Wang Xuanxing was lively. The rolling hills and mountains collapsed one after another, and the world is full of scars.
Such a big movement made all the monks passing by in the starry sky stop and looked surprised.
At this look, his face turned pale instantly, and he saw a behemoth, besieging a masked man, dozens of beatings, but beheaded, the thief was scary.
"Wear the mask, wouldn't it be the legend ... Dust Night!" The weak monks looked at the great magical people.
"Dare to confront the Honghuang great clan like this, not who else will be in the dusty night." The great magician took a breath.
"It's an honour. I always hear the rumors, and I have met real people today." There was a rush of discussion, one after another. Although there were many people, no one went in. It was not that they didn't want to go. .
"Save me." In the excitement, a call came out of the stars.
The next moment, he saw a big sacred armadillo and escaped. The whole body was bloody, his bones were exposed, and the other armadillos were destroyed, leaving him alone to escape the slaughter.
Seeing this, people from outside the world have repaired the guys who eat, and are not ready to let them go. Usually, they are cruel and bloodthirsty, and they poison the Quartet. Now that you are seriously injured, will you still live?
"Save me." The Great Saint Armadillo stumbled and was still screaming. He was panicking. Seeing that there were a lot of people on this side, he fled straight to this side and ran for help.
"Save your sister." A sturdy big man screamed, the first to kill the past, the ghostly sword in his hand, glowing with cold light, a slash by Ling Tian, ​​the sharp blade of a sword suddenly opened, cracking the starry sky.
"Kill." One person started the attack, and the Xiulians went on a hula, all their mothers went up, and the repairs ranged from the Great Holy One to the heavens.
The Great Saint Armadillo's eyes stood out, all eyes were magical instruments and mysteries, and he ran fast, hitting him right.
The scene is a little bit sour. If you fight alone, no one will be the opponent of the Great Saint Armadillo, but if the group fights, it is hard to say, let alone, the Great Saint Armadillo is also seriously injured.
The Great Saint Armadillo was depressed until he died. He escaped, but he didn't get much better, but he died.
In Wang Xuanxing, Ye Chen glanced at him, and couldn't help but smile. Someone helped obliterate him, and he saved him from hunting.
After closing his eyes, he turned to look at the ground, and looked at the large skull of the wine tank, and he dared not look at it, for fear of being bitten back again.
To say, the armadillos' noses are really good. Most of them came here to find the big head.
Unfortunately, the armadillos met him, a terrible battle, and the whole army was wiped out.
"Come, drink soup." The yak handed out a large iron basin, filled with broth, full of energy and surging.
"It's not a good time to stay here." Ye Chen took the iron basin, didn't drink a bite, and immediately turned around, not wanting to stay long.
Xu was in a hurry. With this step, he didn't walk very stably. He stepped a step, and planted a dog mud on one end, and a pot of broth in his hand, so it was almost sprinkled.
Ye Chen was embarrassed, and he got up in a hurry, only to find that it was not on the ground, more accurately, it was underground, and his eyes were dim. To be more precise, it was the huge underground palace under the ground.
"What's the situation." In the copper furnace, Li Changsheng, who was holding a large pot for drinking broth, was also aggressive with a look of aggravation. He was still stepping to the ground? Is it so amazing?
"Space rebellion?" The yak frowned, so explained, indeed, that Ye Chen ran into a space dislocation in one step.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, and frowned, it was clearer than anyone else. It wasn't a mess of space, but a mysterious force at work, so powerful that he dragged him down.
Suddenly, an ancient breeze was blowing in the air of vicissitudes, and a stone lamp in the ground palace was on.
As the light emerged, the altar came into view, and the head on the altar appeared.
Ye Chen's heart was beating, even though there were three quasi-empire soldiers protecting her, she felt more depressed, and there was a urge to kneel.
It was an invisible coercion, coming from that skull, infinitely close to the emperor, and its bloodline, making the holy blood restless, and its origin, revealing a thick flood of wild gas.
Ye Chen was extremely certain that the owner of this skull must belong to the great famine, and it was not known who it was.
"Holy body baby, what age is it now?" His head trembled, his eyes opened, his eyes were like wine jars, no pupils, chaos, old and vicissitudes, but his words were slight but sounded like Hong Zhong, like a thunder, trembled Ye Chen's sea of ​​spirits, and Yuan Shen almost collapsed.
Ye Chen retreated subconsciously, and with his state of mind, he was also afraid. The big skull of the wine tank opened his eyes and opened his mouth. This picture was scary and chilly.
Not only him, but also Yak and Li Changsheng, they were all shocked. Are they hell? Such a big ghost.
"What time is it now?" Seeing Ye Chen didn't respond, his head opened again, Xu was tired, and closed his eyes again.
"This ..." Ye Chen reacted and gave a cough. I didn't know how to answer this question. It seemed that the heavens had no age, and said that most of the emperor did not know the skull.
"The Emperor Beiming is still alive." His head was light.
Hearing that Ye Chen had his eyes narrowed for a while. He was a great emperor. He had heard it before. The Emperor of the North Underworld ... of the 130 Emperors of the Xuanhuang ... The only Emperor who forged two destiny emperors. Emperor, I haven't known how long to return to silence.
According to legend, before the Emperor Beiming was the emperor, it was the most chaotic period of the flood, and the flood and horde raged, causing horrific catastrophes, and the blood washes the heavens. The Emperor Beiming was the emperor from the chaos, and suppressed the flood by iron blood With him sitting in the town, the heavens have a peace of 90,000 years.
And the repressed flood-horde clans have also been deterred from the wildness of the universe. No one dares to take the lead in the 90,000 years.
His prestige, shocking ancient times, and the great famines, all trembled, and the power of an emperor continued forever.
"He ... is a man from the time of Emperor Beiming?" The yak murmured, drew it at the mouth of the furnace, and stared at the skull.
"Mostly, otherwise, so many emperors, why mention the Emperor Beiming alone." Li Changsheng groaned, touching his chin.
"Dare to ask seniors, you are ..." Ye Chen stepped forward, bowing his hand, his tone was tentative.