Chapter 509: His mercy?

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But seeing Ye Chen's figure sway, like a chariot, pedaling into the void, rushing into the army of 100,000 Mithril. Yin Lingzi roared loudly, summoning his descendants to protect his ancestors. Many Mithril Warriors regarded death as if they were home, and rushed towards Ye Chen like moths, and dozens of Mithril Ningdan also left their lives forgotten.
They can die, but the Mithril Ancestor must not fall into Ye Chen's hands, otherwise, the entire Mithril Clan must be annihilated.
"dead!"
Ye Chen's body was full of golden flames, like a big sun, and he was unparalleled. Wherever he went, all Mithril soldiers within a hundred square feet were instantly killed by the town. Even the Ningdan strongman couldn't do anything at all.
Almost in a blink of an eye, Ye Chen was in the 100,000 Mithril Army, pulling out a long road, and tens of thousands of Mithril Silver soldiers were burned to ashes by the abyss demon flame.
Yin Lingzi snarled and rushed up, but was especially taken care of by Ye Chen. He was shot dead with a palm. He didn't forget this guy, and he dared to call Yinyouli hybrid.
In the end, Ye Chen grabbed the soul of Mithril Ancestor in his hand. Ignoring the wailing of the Mithril Ancestor, the crystal-clear shining light palm, blooming infinite divine glory, it is necessary to use the supreme divine power to shatter the other party's golden pill.
Suddenly shouted, "Dao friends, please stop!"
Accompanied by the sound, there is a Northern Light of God like Tianhe Waterfall.
Shen Guang shot at Ye Chen's palm, trying to grab Jindan, the Mithril Ancestor, from his palm. But Ye Chen lightly flicked his finger, and shattered the Northern Light of the Ming God.
"Who?"
Everyone was shocked, and looked up sharply.
Seeing the distance, a white Changhong flew, and in Changhong, there appeared an old man with white hair and white hair and a white head and white beard. The old man has blood vessels all over his body, even his eyebrows are dyed white, long-sleeved volley, and fairy bone. His body was breathless, not weaker than Mithril Ancestor, and he was also a true monarch.
"Bei Xing Weng?" Hua Qianling exclaimed.
Many elders in the Ling Temple were also dumbfounded.
They naturally recognized that this white-haired old man was the ancestor of the Chinese ancestors who had been relying on the Chinese people for a long time. It was only at this moment that Beiming Xianweng was looking at Ye Chen with a smile on his face.
"Daoyou quickly stop, everything is worth peace. Although the Mithril Ancestor is wrong, but sin will not die. Please also look at the old face, open the net, Rao the Mithril Silver Ancestor once. Daoyou promised that if the Mithril clan meets the Chinese in the future, they will retreat 3,000 miles, and they can present spirit stones and elixir to make up for the loss of the Chinese.
Beimingxian Weng opened his mouth with a smile.
"Not bad, my family is willing to compensate."
The soul of the Mithril Ancestor is also begging for mercy, it is now shrinking in Jindan, although he thinks that Jindan is hard and cannot be killed easily. But this feeling of being in control of life and death is too uncomfortable. And even if Ye Chen couldn't kill it, find it somewhere and suppress it for thousands of years, the taste was more uncomfortable than death.
"make up?"
Ye Chen sneered and looked down at Beimingxianweng with contempt:
"Where are you when the Mithril kill me Chinese? When the Mithril army invades my South China City, where are you? When the Mithril ancestors want to capture Yao'er, where are you? Thousand years of worshiping the Northern Sect of the Northern Ming Dynasty, I can’t see it at the critical moment, but at this time, I came out and let me stop. I want to talk about peace, can I think I am a fool?"
From the beginning, the Northern Hades Immortal Weng felt his presence.
Only when the Mithril Ancestor was arrogant, he showed no signs of appearing. After the Mithril Ancestor was defeated and died, he jumped out to play round. How can Ye Chen listen to this kind of person?
"Click click."
Ye Chen clenched her fists slowly. The bright dark golden light was brewing in his palm, the entire palm was crystal clear, like gold casting, and the blood was horrified. There seemed to be a small sun shining in his palm. In contrast, Jin Dan, the Mithril Ancestor, seemed to be unable to support himself in the golden light, making a creaking sound, and a series of tiny cracks emerged out of thin air. Mithril Ancestral Soul even screamed miserably.
"Daoyou, do you want to go all alone?" Bei Xingxian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Whoever blocks me, I will kill anyone." Ye Chen was determined, and he kept on.
"Good, guys who toast and don't eat fines!"
Beimingxian Weng smiled angrily. He waved his long sleeves, and once he hung Tianhe, he emerged from behind and traversed over Nanhua City.
Look carefully, it is not Tianhe at all, but the most dazzling aurora. The colorful aurora is composed of pure northern power. It is the Beiming Immortals collected from the 100,000 feet high altitude of the North Sea. Once hit, it can hurt the human body and break the soul.
"Do you want to do it with me?"
Ye Chen seems to be a smile, not a smile, but his face is disdainful. Although the Northern Mingxian Weng is strong, he is between the Mithril Ancestor Bo Zhong. Beheaded.
"On my own, I can't persuade the Taoist friends. Fortunately, there are many fellows who have the same compassionate heart as the old ones."
Bei Xian Weng smiled.
"Boom--!"
The void exploded, and several rainbow lights shot from all directions. In the rainbow light, there is a peerless venerable strongman. They are either red flames burning into the sky, or waves, or their faces are cold, and their various breaths are not weaker than that of the Northern Mingxian Weng, and there are as many as five or six.
"Demon Sword Ghost."
"Zhengyuan Master of Zhengqi Sect."
"Qinghai Jianmen, Qingshuang Fairy."
"North Sea Demon King..."
Hua Qianling raised her head and read the name of the peerless man with difficulty. These people are all the strongest people standing at the pinnacle of the North Peninsula. Almost all the true kings of the North Peninsula gathered here.
Especially when I saw the last one, Chi was angry and blue flames fluttered around the majestic old man, Hua Qianling was trembling all over.
"Northern Peninsular...blue star!"
The old red-haired man was a blue star rushing from the capital of the North Peninsula.
When these strong men were present, the entire South China City was choked. Heaven and earth, everyone is silent, and no one dares to speak. It is the elders of many spirit temples, all looking ashen.
"What do they mean? Are Beimingzong and the North Peninsula State Capital not allies of my Chinese ethnic group? Beimingzong is the ancestor, why should I block my brother."
Yao'er clenched his fists and said puzzled.
"Mu Xiu is in the forest, the wind will destroy it. The is higher than the shore, and the current will be turbulent... My Chinese, now it's this early bird." Hua Qianling smiled desolately.
The other elders made all the noises, and they all knew in their hearts that the miraculous ancestor's intimidation of the Chinese was the default of the major forces on the North Peninsula in order to weaken the strength of the Chinese. But Ye Chen was born, but it was beyond everyone's expectations.
Seeing that the Mithril Ancestor was about to die, these black hands could no longer sit still behind the scenes and jumped out to block.
"Do you want to stop me too?"
Ye Chen raised his head and his eyes were as calm as water. He probably guessed the intention of this group of people.
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