Chapter 1857: Recognize relatives

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In the spotlight, the Eighth Prince of Qiqi fell into the sky, and his eyes were blasted into a blood cave, which also affected his Yuanshen, Shenhai Wenglong, and his head was about to burst.
This is still Ye Chen's hand. If he moves his peak combat power, he has probably been on Huangquan, but he can still rest on this bun?
Ye Chen is indeed waiting. Without Da Chu as a powerful backing, once the identity is broken, the consequences will be very bad.
Therefore, he was delaying time, and only used 50% of his shots, although only 50%, enough to defeat Hong Huang.
It is only the Prince of Honghuang who can really make him look straight at him, not the princes of these half-hangers.
During his speech, he killed Qi Qi again, stroking Qi Qi with one hand, and then moved a full circle.
Seeing this picture, many monks in the Quartet covered their eyes, because the next scene would be very bloody.
Really so, the Eighth Prince of Qiqi was also dropped on the battle platform, and his body was cracked, and blood leaked from every gap in the crack.
what...! The eighth Prince of Qiqi roared and wanted to break free, but Ye Chen didn't give him a chance and threw him to death.
The thumping sound was dull and verbose, very rhythmic, violent every time, poorer than once miserable, bursting body, broken bones, bloody.
Longitudinal Yuan Shen is powerful and can't hold it down. The smashed Qiu Ba Ba is only screaming and his mind is chaotic.
"You it." The quasi-perfect emperor of the Poor Qi tribe burst into anger, stepping across the sky, sweeping a monstrous murderous spirit.
Of course, without waiting for his shot, there were three immortal shots, regardless of the order, hitting him well.
Alright! The prince was taken captive, and the ancestors of the emperor also flew out. Even with the protection of the emperor soldiers, he was still stained with blood.
Because the three immortal lights that hit him also melted with the power of the emperor, and they were three deities, blessing the power of the imperial weapon.
Seen from a distance, two men and one woman, male as a fairy king, female as a queen, majestic, and imposing emperor.
Take a closer look, it is the Kirin Emperor, the Suzaku Emperor and the Qinglong Emperor of the Nanyu royal family.
He was stunned and had a tacit understanding. As early as Ye Chen's Qiqi fight, he had already stared at the Qiqi Zhunqi to prevent him from messing up.
"The conquest of the juniors, as a quasi-employee, you are embarrassed to take a shot, shameless?"
"Go to war, go to war." Poor quasi-perfect emperor shed his hair, roaring and roaring shook the world, roaring and not forgetting to look at other impoverished quasi-perfect emperors, "Go to war, settle the heavens."
But this is not good, this time, he was a blood spurt on the spot, and those quasi-perfect emperors were closing their eyes and raising their souls.
Regarding his roar, no one bird him, anyway, is not the family of the uncle, it is death or alive, has nothing to do with the uncles.
"Okay, good." On the other side, Jun Jun and Viper Jun suppressed by the Saint Ape and the ancient Jun Jun, laughed a little wildly, laughing at the poor Qi Jun.
I did n’t help before. Now I beg you. I wo n’t help you if I am suppressed.
what....! Poor Qi Jundi roared again, and Fu sent a crazy maniac, trying to save the prince, and slaughtered it again.
"Where did you come from?" The Qinglong Emperor sighed in a cold voice, urging the quasi-empire soldiers, joining forces with the Qilin Emperor and the Suzaku Emperor, the three quasi-empires and the three emperor soldiers.
Poor Qi Jundi also knelt. Although he was strong, he was hard to beat the three. Where did it come from and where did he go?
"Today's Honghuang tribe is really embarrassing." On the side of the crowd, an old man in white sighed, but he was a naive uncle, and he still saw the tail from the beginning.
"I thought that the dusty night was strong, and it was with the help of the quasi-empire soldiers. Now the deity is so strong." On the side, the old man in the golden robe stunned, "It is also fierce."
"Every one hundred and eighty years of this stupid skill can't be practiced." The old man in the purple robe with a beard and a long face, "the younger man likes this young man very much."
"I seem to see a rising young emperor." Tianzhi whispered a smile, and his face was horrified.
"Even more young emperor." The old man in white took a deep breath. "Eight young emperors failed to win him."
"Hit, fight to the death." When several people spoke, the Little Ape Emperor, Long Jie and others on the battlefield opened the Wolverine mode again, either taking gun medicine or hitting chicken blood.
At this moment, the elders are also watching the excitement. If they were not all old, they would also join in and sigh.
"His presence has embarrassed all of us." On the other side of the crowd, a young man shook his head with a smile, not others, but the son of Xuangu Emperor Tian Shuo.
"If there are too many evildoers, it's good to be accustomed." Tiansuo was standing next to a white-haired young man. As an ordinary mortal, his eyes were smooth and clean, without any trace of filth. There is an endless evolution of Taoism.
This is Xiaolu, the son of Emperor Yan in Tianshuo's mouth, referring to him, the blood of Emperor Tao.
As for the third, standing in the middle of the two, is also a young man. Unlike Tianshuo and Xiaolu, his temperament has a bit of coldness, on the vague atmosphere, and he is not weak. They are extremely profound. .
This man has such a narrow eye, isn't it the Chen Yi they met in the starry sky?
Speaking of Chen Yi, most people haven't heard of it, but when it comes to his sister, everyone should know that the Emperor Yaochi.
The three emperor's Taoist traditions are gathered together, without showing mountains or water.
All should be robbed to join the WTO, the quasi-sanitary king level, see Ye Chen so domineering, not embarrassed, it is not surprising, if it is true that Ye Chen singled out, he is not an opponent, too fierce.
"Honghuang Qilin is here too." Tianshuo took a sip of wine and snorted to the other side, a slutty young man, squeaked from the back of the crowd and forced to the front.
Not only is Honghuang Qilin, it is needless to say that it is Jiuchen, but Ye Chen also met in the starry sky and Xuanhuang came.
"Okay." As soon as he settled down, he blew a throat, with his own breath, and it was as bright as Hong Zhong, shocked by Longjie and the Little Monkey King, his ears buzzing.
"Good domineering blood." Long Jie rubbed his head.
"This voice, ancestral!" The little ape emperor shook a little, and the injury was just a little bit, and he was vomiting blood.
"Kirin." Nandi looked at him unbelievably. He is also Kirin, and can sense the blood of Jiuchen.
The same is Kirin. Compared with Jiu Chen, his bloodline is just a joke. But if the Kirin is a flood-grade, if they are seniors, or their ancestors?
"Honghuang Qilin." The Qilin Emperor, who was blocking the poor and strange quasi-perfect emperor in the virtual sky, also felt that when he got off the virtual sky, he shouted to the White Tiger Emperor, "You, go up to the top."
"I have a bad temper." The white tiger emperor had a black line on his face, but he went to the sky to help Suzaku and Qinglong empress the poor and strange emperor. The old man was very powerful.
The Emperor Qilin came down, and came all the way to Jiuchen, rubbing his hands excitedly, and spoke incoherently.
Seeing this, monks from the Quartet were shocked, all looked at Jiu Chen, and secretly speculated about his identity, which could make the emperor of the Qilin tribe so respectful, how scary his origins should be.
This wave is not flat, another wave is rising again, it is Yaochi Fairy Mother, heading straight for Chen Yi, looking excited.
The Holy Land of Yaochi is the inheritance of the female emperor of Yaochi, and Chen Yi is the younger brother of the female emperor of Yaochi. Although it is the only bloodline of the female emperor's family, it is the ancestor of the ancestors.
Mo Ji, and the third wave and the fourth wave, one from the west, a quasi emperor in a white robe, and one from the west, a quasi emperor in a purple robe.
They were not others, but Tianshuo and Xiaolu, the two quasi-empires, the gods under the seat of Emperor Xuangu and Yan, and recognized the inheritance of the Tao.
Alright! The Quartet monks watching the battle scratched their heads again.
Today is the land of 咋, the four well-known quasi-perfect emperors, 咋 are so abnormal, so they are directed at the Holy King.
"Is the younger generation fighting, I feel like it has become a recognition meeting?" Chiyangzi looked a little strange.
"I also gotta get rid of it, and there was no guarantee. Some ancestors also sneaked alive." Laojun Zhundihuan looked at the Quartet.
Not to mention, his old eyes, with a pair of old eyes, couldn't help but go straight to the northeast. With so many people, he saw the needles, the speed was slipping, and three or five breaths arrived.
Then, I heard Laozhu Jundi yelled at the domineering side leak, "Run, you run again, Laozi's God Bead returned me."
Hearing that the corners of the monks quarreled, it was clear that this wave was not for identifying relatives, but for arresting thieves.
"Visual inspection, the goods are amused." Chi Yangzi glanced at such a serious picture, changed the style of painting.
"Even the Eighth Prince of Qiqi is also disabled." Someone said something, and turned the Quartet's eyes back to the battlefield.
The bang of the battle platform has been annihilated, Ye Chen held the jug, raised his head, and murmured the drinking water.
The eight princes of the Poor Qi tribe were not so harmonious, lying in a humanoid pit with blood dripping from their mouths.
He wanted to move, but couldn't move. His eyes were scarletly staring at Ye Chen, and he wanted to roar, but in this mouth, the blood began to surge, and he didn't say a word.
In order to smash him, Ye Chen was exhausted.
It's strange, the poor physical body is too overbearing, the Yuanshen is also strong, and also has the restorative power. It is also perverted to say that this number can't see the effect without falling to death.
"Come, find a good place for you, and make family with your family." Ye Chen brushed his hand and shoved it into a copper furnace.
His words made the Quartet confused.
But the poor eighth prince entered the copper furnace, and everything was clear, just because he saw the poor strange nine princes who were banned in the copper furnace, and the three quasi-perfect emperor gods of the poor strange tribe.
For a moment, his eyes could not help highlighting.
To be able to see the Prince Qiu Jiu Ji and the Qiu Qi quasi emperor here is enough to prove Ye Chen's identity. He is Dust Night. He is still alive, and is fooling the world with a fake death.
But he couldn't believe how Ye Chen escaped the emperor's lore and how he did it.
"A friend comes from afar." The yak has rolled up his sleeves.
"It's a joy." Li Changsheng added that sentence, and began to roll up his sleeves. A yak was left and right.
The next moment, the screams sounded, and the two beasts surrounded the Eight Princes of the Poor Qi Nationality, and died in a meal.