"Kill, kill him in the sacrificial killing array, destroy him. "Ge." The God of Burial, Phoenix Immortal and the God of Annihilation all raised their swords and pointed at Ye Chen.
Immediately, the sky in all directions trembled, and hundreds of killing formations and dozens of killing formations filled the sky.
The divine power revived, and hundreds of killing formations swept out their divine light.
This is not over yet. Nearly a hundred thousand monks all launched attacks, either with magic weapons, magical powers, palm prints, fist shadows, or sword rays, all over the sky.
Ye Chen was instantly submerged, and the virtual sky collapsed.
"Die! Die!" Fengxian and the others smiled ferociously, unscrupulously, cruelly and bloodthirsty, and somewhat perverted.
"Hundreds of killing formations, nearly 100,000 monks, a collective attack, even the Great Sage was injured, Ye Chen will definitely die." People from all directions clicked their tongues, this formation was really too big.
However, when the turbulent clouds and mist dispersed, the figure still stood there, standing tall like a mountain.
Are you kidding me, are the sacred bones of the Dacheng Holy Body a joke
If you dare to confront the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers, even if they don't have the power of the past, they can't be destroyed by attacks like this.
The expressions of the monks from all directions changed, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
"How is that possible?" Fengxian and the others' expressions also changed, and they retreated subconsciously, feeling their hearts tremble.
"You all will be buried with him." Ye Chen's words were ethereal, majestic and cold, and resounded throughout the sky.
After finishing his words, he raised his hand slightly and swept across the void with a palm.
A terrifying scene suddenly appeared. Everything Ye Chen's palm touched turned into ashes. Whether he was a quasi-sage or a saint, he instantly turned into blood mist, and his body and soul were extinguished together.
That was a palm that destroyed the world and wiped out the entire sky.
The blood dyed the world red, and it was bloody to the eyes.
"How could he be so tyrannical? Is Ye Chen a great saint?" The spectators' voices trembled and their faces turned pale.
"This... at least more than 10,000 people were killed!"
"We haven't seen each other for a few days, but the holy body is invincible?"
"Let's go." The Divine Body of Nirvana roared and tried to escape.
However, as soon as he lifted his front foot, before he could use the Flying Thunder God Technique, he saw that the sky in all directions was imprisoned.
"Can you leave?" Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, cold words sounded, and there was a fairy light lingering on his fingertips.
The eyes of the God of Nirvana were highlighted, and for the first time his expression showed fear. The Divine Body of Nirvana and its Flying Thunder God Technique were unparalleled in ancient and modern times. He didn't even have a chance to escape.
Ye Chen remained silent and destroyed his cultivation with one finger.
The Divine Body of Annihilation screamed, and the roar was hysterical.
Everyone watching this scene couldn't help but gasp. .
The Divine Body of Nirvana is unparalleled in killing, its ability to escape is unparalleled, and it appears and disappears, yet it was captured just like this.
A murderous god, the nightmare of a generation, was suppressed by Ye Chen so easily, which made people feel quite unreal.
"Feng Xian, they are all Feng Xian, she bewitched this king." When the four directions were trembling, a horrified roar came from one side.
It was the Son of the Burial God, and he wanted to escape through the teleportation array, but Ye Chen confused the space and blocked his escape route.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood." Ye Chen said lightly, covered the sky with one palm, and volleyed down to destroy the sky and the earth.
"I will fight with you." The Son of Heaven's Burial God's eyes were full of madness, his brows were filled with brilliance, and rays of fairy light shot out.
Each of the fairy lights is a terrifying magical weapon, including divine mirrors, treasure seals, copper furnaces, and killing swords. There are thousands of them, like bright stars, hanging all over the sky.
He was really crazy. He sacrificed his life and the origin of his blood with his blood. He used all his magic weapons to attack Ye Chen against the will of heaven.
However, his struggles were all in vain. Although he had many magic weapons, they were all just decorations and could hardly block Ye Chen's palm.
One by one, the treasures shattered under Ye Chen's palm, with a crisp sound. The fragments of the artifacts flew all over the sky, falling all over the sky, like light rain, turning into ashes as they fell.
The blood flower bloomed immediately, and the divine body of the Son of Burial God exploded. The physical body was crushed by Ye Chen's palm, and the soul was also banned.
He didn't kill the Son of Heavenly God, but only sealed his soul.
Again, he wants these people to kneel down at the foot of Zhutian Mountain and use their blood to pay homage to the spirits of the dead.
After capturing the Son of Burial God, a sea of demonic blood appeared at Ye Chen's feet, rolling in the sky and swallowing up the world.
The wailing sounds were everywhere, more piercing than the evil spirits in hell.
Nearly one hundred thousand monks were swallowed up one after another.
The sea of demons surged past, and hundreds of thousands of monks were slaughtered. The world suddenly became much emptier, and blood rained down.
Ye Chen climbed up to the sky and stared at the last person.
It was Fengxian, dragging his bloody body and stumbling away. Every time he tried to move the formation, he was interrupted by Ye Chen.
"Ancestor, save me, ancestor, save me." She hissed crazily, like a bereaved dog, with no aloof attitude and no trace of a princess.
Failed, the siege against Ye Chen failed again, and the defeat was even more tragic than the last time.
One hundred thousand monks, all like decorations, can hardly stop him from slaughtering them all by himself. He is really a murderer, so powerful that people are shocked.
"Blood debt must be repaid with blood." Ye Chen stepped across the sky in one step, and his terrifying murderous intent turned the heavens into ice.
However, something unexpected happened. An unparalleled sword light struck from a distance, knocking him back.
"Taoist Zhiyang." The monks from all directions said in surprise.
It was indeed Taoist Zhiyang, coming through the ethereal void, holding a bloody divine sword, the Quasi-Emperor Sword Fenji.
There was just a slight difference, and he was the Quasi-Emperor. Now holding the Quasi-Emperor Sword in his hand, its pressure was even stronger. Every time the sole of his foot landed, the sky trembled greatly, making people unable to help but kneel down.
He is still so aloof, with a pair of deep old eyes, looking out in all directions, like a king who dominates the world.
Seeing that it was Taoist Zhiyang, Feng Xianru grabbed the life-saving straw, rushed madly, and hid behind Taoist Zhiyang.
"What is the relationship between Zhiyang and Fengxian?" The monks from Sifang were confused, "This is the third time I saved her."
"The relationship must be extraordinary." Someone mused, "Why else would he come to rescue Fengxian every time he was in trouble?"
"I calculated with my fingers that they have an affair." The old magicians stroked their beards, each with a profound meaning.
"What shocks me is that Ye Chen can bear Zhiyang's sword without dying." With one sentence, everyone's eyes showed deep meaning, mixed with doubts.
At the peak of the Great Saint level, he held the quasi-emperor sword and slashed the sky and the earth with one sword, but he failed to kill Ye Chen, the quasi-saint level.
This one thing alone can explain a lot of things.
"Have you seen the clues?" In a corner of the crowd, a young man in plain clothes appeared, with eyes like stars and black hair like waterfalls. If you look carefully, isn't he the Emperor
He also came, and beside him was a Buddha. Needless to say, this Buddha was Xi Zun of the Western Desert.
"There is a quasi-imperial power hidden in his body." Xizun Buddha's eyes flashed, and his words were full of profound meaning.
"There is also the aura of Tianxu restricted area." Zhonghuang frowned, "What has he experienced these days."
"Most likely he was rescued by the restricted area and melted into the holy bones of the Holy Body." Xizun muttered, "And the hidden quasi-emperor power comes from the power of the holy bones."
"From this point of view, it seems that many families in Zhongzhou were destroyed and many sons of gods were captured in the past. It was probably Ye Chen who did it." The Emperor murmured softly, "The bones that can withstand Zhiyang's blow without incident, and become a holy body, it turns out that He is unparalleled in dominance.”
In the empty sky, Ye Chen has stabilized his figure, and there is a blood gully on his chest, with holy blood overflowing, which is very dazzling.
But in an instant, the holy blood flowed back, and the serious wound healed in the blink of an eye.
He didn't expect that Zhiyang would come again and kill him with the Quasi-Emperor Sword. Without the protection of the holy bones, he would have been annihilated long ago.
However, since there is the holy bone protection of the Dacheng Holy Body, and since Zhiyang is here, the old and new grudges will be settled together.
Tian Zhu Di Mie once said that the holy bones fused with the Dacheng Holy Body can be used casually at quasi-emperor level.
Although Taoist Zhiyang is only a few steps away from reaching the quasi-emperor level, he has not taken that step yet, and is still far away.
"Kill me! Come and kill me!" Fengxian started shouting again, showing his white teeth, hiding beside Zhiyang, smiling so unscrupulously that it made people's teeth itch.
"The evil obstacle will not be punished yet." Taoist Zhiyang shouted coldly, but he was also horrified in his heart. His quasi-emperor soldier's sword was so terrifying, but Ye Chen was actually safe and sound.
His old eyes flashed with an icy cold light. Ye Chen was too weird. Such an existence, if given enough time, would definitely be an eternal giant and must not be left behind.
"There is a way to heaven if you don't take it, but there is no door to hell so you can throw yourself into it." Ye Chen smiled and twisted his neck fiercely.
"Today, I will destroy your nine tribes." His dark eyes shone with an icy cold light, full of cruelty and bloodthirsty, and his majestic and cold words resounded through the sky.
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