Chapter 1825: Find for my king

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"The one who blocks me is dead." Ye Chen trembled the star dome, drew the dark battle, attacked and killed all the way, under the Great Holy, no one could stop him, a blood path was killed, behind him It is a paved road.
He is like a peerless of war. He is so invincible that he is invincible. With only one person's strength, the tens of thousands of poor people who have actually been killed can't be defeated, and one by one they fall, the scene is shocking.
"Kill, kill him and make a bone into a mountain." In the copper furnace, the yak and Li Changsheng screamed exuberantly. Otherwise, if his strength is not good, otherwise his mother would go out to work, but there is limited combat power. It is worth roaring in the furnace for Ye Chen. Cheer.
"Kill, kill him. Blood flows into the river." The person who has not been killed repaired, also hissing his throat, the quiet blood, boiled for a moment, cheering for Yingjie, the human race.
Ye Chen did not disappoint them either. The three quasi-empire soldiers cheered, their fighting power was against the sky, and they were bathed in poor blood.
If the other party is not sitting at the emperor level, no one can block his way. The holy king level and the great holy level are far from enough.
This starry sky was washed like blood, and the bright starlight was dyed red, and the bright moonlight was scarlet.
"I really underestimated him." In Jade, the playfulness of the poor Prince Jiuji, purple eyes, in addition to tyrannical, is more greedy, more interested in Ye Chen's blood, if it is swallowed, it must be A fortune.
"There is a mystery that covers the origin, even I can't see it." The sound of the chanting sounded, the poor Prince Jiu Jiu had an old man with a gold robe on his side. It is a true emperor.
"Let us see through, it must be the blood of the sky." The sound of laughter resounded, and the old man with a silver robe manifested. The old man with a golden robe was not weak, and he was also a quasi-perfect emperor.
"Live for the King." Prince Qiuqi yawned, and stretched comfortably, just like nothing, from the beginning to the end, he did not put Ye Chen in his eyes.
"Hold your hand." The gold and silver quasi-perfect emperors smiled, such as walking in the court, out of the jade, the imperial quasi-perfect emperor, magnificent, the scourge of the famine covered the starry sky of the vast universe, the real beasts of the famine, let the star field Also shuddered.
"Lao Qi, a quasi-perfect emperor, two." The yak in the copper furnace reminded hurriedly that he was afraid Ye Chen would lose.
"I knew it." Ye Chen said with a faint whisper, suddenly bursting a large sage, struck a horrible evil, stepped on the bones of the dead mountain, and went straight to the gold and silver emperors.
"I can't do anything about it." Jinpao Jundi sneered, probed his palm, transfigured the golden giant hand, covered the starry sky, banned the space, and weighed as much as eight thousand feet giant Yue, to suppress Ye Chen with one palm.
With a palm of his hand, Zhundi did faint, and the space collapsed. After a palm of his hand, there was no Ye Chen in the starry sky.
From the outsiders' point of view, the emperor in the golden robe should be so heavy that Ye Chen couldn't carry it and was wiped out with one palm.
"Asshole." The poor Prince Jiuqi angrily scolded, suddenly got up, and laid back, with a touch of blackness and red eyes, "The king said, what to eat, what to eat."
The emperor in the gold robe did not speak, his brows frowned slightly, and his old eyes frowned slightly.
The emperor in silver robes also frowned. Although the emperor in gold robes had a strong palm, Ye Chen had three guards of the emperor soldiers, who could even cut the sacred level. How mighty he was, and how could he be killed by one stroke?
Three or five seconds later, the two looked at each other and said, "Turn the world into dust?"
Otherwise, it is said that it is a quasi-perfect emperor, and his vision is high, and it has broken the clue. Ye Chen was not killed, but entered the dust space. A small dust is so small that it is undoubtedly disappearing.
Yes, that is to turn the world into dust, Ye Chen is very accurate, condensed the illusion of being killed, and hid in the dust space.
"Turn the world into dust, the fruit is mysterious." The yak booed, "Even Zhundi is blinded, this fairy is good."
Ye Chen was silent, ignored the goods, and brushed his hands with four drops of blood, hanging in the air, and quickly stamped the secret.
Seeing that, the yak and Li Changsheng's eyes suddenly turned bright.
After following Ye Chen for so long, how can I not know what Ye Chen is going to do, and the seal of Emperor Dao Tongming is still recognized by them, there are so many strong people in the underworld, and they must be pulled out.
Outside, because Ye Chen disappeared, she was struggling to fight, holding a war spear in her hand, and staring through the sky, looking for Ye Chen's trace.
"It really surprised my husband, but he knew how to turn the world into dust." Jinpao Jundi looked coldly, looking for Ye Chen, opened the eyes of the Zhundi class, and scanned every inch of the starry sky.
"Turn Yu into the dust and holy body of God, isn't that dusty night a holy body?" Yinpao Jundi groaned, his words deep.
"There are so many monks in the human world, and they have a different path to realize the world and become a duster, not a few, not the exclusive of the ancient holy bodies." Jin Pao Jundi Lengheng, "Ye Chen is buried for only one or two years, and it is impossible for the heavens and the world to return Ancient Eucharist. "
"It's really interesting." The robe of Zhundi, a silver robe, slightly smirked, and sneered, "I'll study it when I find him."
"Although Huayu is a mystery, there is a time limit. When the time limit expires, he will show up. He cannot escape today."
"Look, look for the king, live to see people die or see corpses." The poor Prince Jiu Ji was like a mad dog, snarled wildly, violently bloodthirsty, and angered to kill.
"Are you looking for me?" A faint utterance sounded, extremely vague, a space twisted, and Ye Chen transformed into a figure.
"No one has ever made this King feel so excited." The Prince Jiuqi laughed, showing his white teeth, eyes full of greed and bloodthirsty, really excited and mad.
"It will make you happy." Ye Chen shed a battle, reappeared, and turned into a dragon wrapped around him.
"Humble human beings are not yet dormant." The prince of the golden robe again, with a solemn and solemn expression, as if God pronounced a sentence, probed the big hand for the second time, covering the starry sky with one palm.
Of course, this palm has not really fallen, a fairy sword suddenly manifested, a sword cut out of the galaxy and split it.
The magical power was broken, the Jinpao Jundi was backswept, and he moaned. The shock retreated, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Zhundi." The old robe of Zhundi, a silver robe, stared into a line, staring behind Ye Chen, where there was an extra figure, a beard, fierce and evil, like Ruomen.
That man, hesitated, wasn't it the first Yan Luo Qin Guang king? Originally, he was drinking tea leisurely in the prefecture, but this tea cup was only picked up and was dragged over by Ye Chen's nagging.
"As a quasi-employee, such a sneak attack, I am not afraid to lose face." Jinpao quan-di hummed, his face was cold and scary, and he was slashed with a sword, leaving everyone to humiliate. Where did Ye Chen find the quasi-perfect emperor? Seeing his momentum, he also faintly suppressed him.
"Face?" King Qin Guang was amused. He first glanced at the prospective emperor in gold robes, then glanced at the emperor in silver robes, and laughed, "The two emperors siege to a saint. The difference is 100,000 miles. "
"Look for death." The silver robe Jundi was furious, stepped forward, pinched the big seal, and covered the King Qin Guang, which was a great killing technique.
"Two to one, you must sacrifice you." The emperor Jinpao also attacked, his palm was like a magic knife, and he slashed into the sky.
King Qin Guang sneered, but he didn't even look at it, more precisely, he ignored it, because he didn't need to take a shot, and someone would make them both happy, a great emperor? We are not without.
Sure enough, when the emperor Yinpao arrived, he saw a big slap and patted him face-to-face. The sturdy big stone tablet player, Niubi coaxed him, and the one that hit him was called strong.
This is not over yet. After a big hand, there is a finger pointing at Mang and Jianguang, pointing at the withering and rottenness of the mang, marking his chest with a blood hole, the sword light is more fierce, destroying the world, almost chopping him, poor and strange Blood, starry sky.
The Jinpao Zhundi was not good, and the Yinpao Zhundi was attacked by him a lot. He flew farther than the Yinpao Zhundi, and his posture was absolutely domineering.
Everything is in the time of electric light, two quasi-perfect emperors are poor, and they are hit by a wave of three consecutive shots ... they almost died.
It can be seen that the hands of the people are the cooperation of King Chu Jiang, Song Emperor, and King Tai Shan, and the third temple Yan Luo, which is perfect. If they were to become ordinary emperors, their mother would have gone to Huangquan.
"It's Jundi again." Jinpao Jundi's face has changed.
"How is it possible?" The silver robe quasi-empire finally stopped his body, and in the dark color, there was a touch of fear, one was afraid of the other team, four quasi-princes, the number was absolutely crushed; the second was to shock Ye Chen, It was only a quarter of an hour, where a little saint called out four quasi-perfect emperors.
"Where is the quasi-perfect emperor, there are still four deities." The poor strangers looked pale, too surprised, too caught off guard.
"What happened." The poor Prince Nine on the jade jade is not calm, purple eyes blood red, gritted teeth, the two emperors of Jinpao are puzzled, why not, he began to understand why the Honghuang great clan was frequently The dead bones must be related to these four quasi-perfect emperors.
"Two in your house, four in my house, or two to one, nothing is wrong." King Qin Guang bearded his beard and said it meaningfully.
"Who the are you waiting for?" Jin Pao Zhundi merged into one place, staring at Yan Luo in the fourth hall, the scary old eyes.
"Let me tell you this! If you happen to go to hell, it's my turn." Qin Guang Wang laughed and twisted his neck fiercely. "So, you better expect yourself to die, don't go to hell, Otherwise, the consequences are extremely serious. "
"It's absurd." The queen emperor of Jinpao snorted like a thunder. "It seems that the heavens are going to start fighting with Hong Huang again."
"It was your race that broke up the truce agreement first." Ye Chen was cold and discoursed, "Is it to kill the monks wantonly to persecute the heavens?"
"Okay, good, that's it ..." The silver robe Zundi laughed, but before he finished speaking, the fourth temple Yan Luo killed and yelled at his nose. "Good girl, If you want to hit, hit, there is so much nonsense, you don't have to discuss it. "
"Promptly protect the nine emperors to leave." The silver robe Zhundi hissed, his old face was iron and red, and the emperor Zhundi had been so insulted. Yan Luo, the four temples, stirred up his anger.
"Then go to war." The robber of the golden robe roared, joined forces with the robe of the silver robe, and joined forces to attack and fight for the retreat of the poor Prince Jiuqi, as long as he was gone, everything was good to say.