Chapter 1847: Emperor Honghuang

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"Otherwise, he is acting as an ancestor, and his vision is high." Ye Chen laughed, not shocked by this strange thing.
When he said nothing, he saw the heavens and the earth changing, the rumblings resurrected, and the earthquake shook forever.
With him as the center, the East, the Southeast, the North, the Northeast, the West, the Southwest, the Northwest and the South, in all directions, thunder is raging.
Lightning and lightning are intertwined and fused together to form a domineering fuzzy figure, and Thunder lingers.
Such a strange shape, not only the Quartet people repair, even the Honghuang eight clan, have also been surprised, all with eyes narrowed.
Everyone's eyes were looking at that overbearing figure.
I do not know why, their breath makes people tremble, that is the mighty imperial authority, the world trembles.
"Eight deities, I really deserve me." Ye Chen looked stunned, opened his domineering body, and frantically filled his mouth with elixir.
As a robber, he knows better than anyone else on the scene that the so-called celestial calamity is not over, and then the real punishment is even more scary than the Thunder.
That is the rule of the emperor. He has to fight against the young emperor. He has experienced such calamities more than once.
When advancing to the imperial realm, it was the young Donghua Empress.
During the advanced quasi-sanctification, Nai fighting the emperor and Taixu Longdi.
When advancing the saints, the battle was against King Jinwu, Kunpeng, Qilin, and Xuanwu.
This quasi-sacred king robbery is obviously eight emperors and young emperors.
He should have understood that each time he advances, the emperor ’s law he encounters will double. One becomes two, two become masters, and four become eight.
If he was not bad, when he advanced to the Holy King, the young emperor who wanted to stand alone would not be surprised, it would be sixteen statues.
This means that God wants him to ... pick the Xuanhuang one hundred and thirty emperors one by one, and that's the end.
"Look, it really shows." When Ye Chen's egg hurts, I don't know who shouted, attracting all eyes.
Looking at the empty sky, the blurred figure of the Eastern world first manifested the true content. It was a figure of a mighty shore, with imperial radiance and a pair of eyes.
He is the master of the world, overlooking the world, with ancient visions interspersed, but a floodland, a fierce beast, standing in the sky, the emperor's law rules above the avenue.
"That ... that's ... the Poor Qi Emperor?" The Poor Qi ethnic quasi emperor stepped back, his eyes stood out, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the man incredibly. The stone statue of the Great Emperor standing with his poor ancestor , Exactly the same.
"饕 ... 饕 大帝." There was also a shock from the other side, from the Dai tribe, from Jun Zhundi, the old body trembling, staring at the Western man in disbelief.
In the West, it was the Great Emperor, and more accurately, it was a young Great Emperor, who looked like a giant emperor, like a emperor of the world, embracing the world.
"South, is that Emperor Wu?" Exclaimed some Dai people, his voice trembling, staring at the south.
Yes, that is indeed the great emperor of his tribe. The emperor's Tao inherits the ancient and ancient times. Although others stand there, they still stand on the long river of years. The eyes of the emperor are ancient and vicissitudes, and they can penetrate the chaos.
Behind him, there is also a floodland, with a hawk, roaring in the sky, shaking the eternal sky and shaking it.
"The one in the north is the ghostly emperor of my tribe." The ghostly tribe's quasi-perfect gate shook with excitement, and in an instant, almost led the people to kneel.
The emperor's heroic posture is like a towering monument in the world, the lingering emperor's Taoxian light, the eyes of deterred people with stinging eyes, the supreme majesty, the trembling from the soul.
"To the northeast, the Viper Emperor in the vein of my viper!"
"Northwest, Scorpio the Emperor, after a long time elapsed, I can see the emperor of our tribe. I am honored."
"Southeast, the armadillo, the king of all souls."
"In the southwest, my Jin Jin Emperor, to reproduce the world, is he going to lead Jin Zhen to dominate the heavens again?"
One after another, the exclamation sounded through the desert world.
The Honghuang eight clan, from the quasi-perfect emperor to the heavenly level, all cried without tears, excited old tears, and they could see their own supreme state.
If you look at the Xifang people's cultivation, the expression will be wonderful enough. Looking intently, it is hard to hide the awe in your eyes.
"The Great Emperor Qiong, the Great Emperor, the Great Emperor, the Great Viper, the Armadillo, the Great Emperor Jin, the Ghostly Emperor, and the Scorpio Great Emperor, the Heavenly Calamity of the Night, actually led to the Eight Emperor Principles. . "Jiuxiao's heart couldn't help shaking.
"This lineup is even worse than Ye Chen's sages in the Southern Region in the past!" Laozhu Jundi grinned, shocked.
"They are all Honghuang people, and the Honghuang eight people present all have their share. Is this a coincidence?"
"The boy named Chen Ye is more scary than Ye Chen!" The Little Monkey King swallowed drastically, "Would you like to hang like that?"
"Even if he died in the hands of the Eighth Emperor, he was enough to be proud." Nandi took a deep breath and was shocked and shocked. He was also Tianjiao, not even a rule emperor.
"The talent is so high, he must die, and he must not stay." The ancestor of the actor played violently, his face horrified.
His words awakened the Honghuang eight clan, all of them burst out of excitement, their eyes became scarlet.
Their faces are even more embarrassing than playing the ancestors of heaven.
This should be a satire. The eight emperors of the eight races were all in it, but they were attracted by the sky of the dusty night, but they were not inherited as emperors.
This is shame, their pride, was trampled at this moment, Ye Chen has disdain to treat them as an opponent, his opponent is their ancestor the great.
This is a kind of bird's eye view, just like the emperor overlooking the living beings in the world. Today, he has stood shoulder to shoulder with their emperor.
"He must die." The eight clans of Honghuang all gritted their teeth, and the horrific killing could not be stopped at this moment.
Such evils as Ye Chen, once they are given sufficient growth in the world, must be an eternal giant. For the Honghuang great clan, it is the distress of the sky, and they must not stay.
"It's going to be desperate." Ye Chen didn't care, and his combat power reached its peak. Many forbidden laws were also opened.
After the war, it was Ling Xiaoxian, but the battle was just Jiuyou Huangquan. He had long realized that the other party was a young emperor. The invincible existence of the same order was the only death battle.
A young emperor of the same level as him, he has to choose eight of them. In this battle, he may die in the sky.
But he is not afraid, he thinks he is invincible, the emperor is fighting for the best, and the sacred body is fighting. He has n’t returned to his hometown. How can he die here? This is his belief.
"Eight deities, although they were surprised, were also expected." In forgetfulness, the king stood and smiled.
"In this scene, goodbye to the eight little guys of the past, it really makes people remember."
"This era is truly extraordinary." Voices were heard from the Eastern Wasteland Purgatory, the Southern Territory's Underworld, Beiyue Huangquan, and Zhongzhou Tianxu, as if they knew Ye Chen's identity.
"It's really lively to pick eight." The Emperor of the Underworld was watching, and the emperor's state of mind also sighed, "You have a body of God, one generation is stronger than the other!"
"He is worthy of being the strongest and most amazing. There is no one." On his side, Emperor Fang smiled with relief.
Xi Motian was quake-shattered, collapsed every inch, could not bear the coercion of the Eighth Emperor, and perished in silence and chaos.
The flying emperor's law makes everything in the world illusory. The eight emperors were dominated by heaven and earth in their respective eras. No one would be weak. The myth of emperor and Taoism is still inherited to this day, and this attitude has been reproduced.
"The juniors respect eight ancestors. This battle has nothing to do with the grievances of future generations. God wants me to die. The juniors have to live. It's as simple as that." Ye Chen's words were flat and his expression calm.
As his words fell, a dazzling divine brilliance passed away from his heavenly spirit cover, poking the sky out of a big cave, and the thunder of all ages thundered again.
His form has changed, with white hair and blond hair, dyed with Jinhui, his sacred body, the light of the divine light, like gold casting, a pair of bright gold eyes, encompassing the heavens.
This time, there will no longer be quasi-employee cheering, as much as he can repair is how much combat power, genuine deity.
A juvenile desolate ancient body should single out eight juvenile emperors of the same level on the pure land of the western desert.