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Amid the discussion, Taoist Zhiyang escaped into a group of mountains.
Ye Chen raised his blood sword, then charged in, and slashed with his sword.
Then, the mountains collapsed one after another and were razed to the ground. Unable to withstand the pressure of the quasi-emperor soldiers and the Dacheng Holy Bones,
Zhiyang burned the power of the soul and sacrificed Shouyuan with blood.
He only cares about escaping for his life, and there is no trace of the majesty of the Great Sage.
Ye Chen kept chasing after him and kept swinging his sword. Zhiyang's body was cut apart again and again, healed again and again, and was cut apart again and again. The whole body of the First Blood Man made people's hearts tremble.
One chase and one kill, like divine light, like fairy light.
The mountains they encountered collapsed; the seas they crossed dried up; the plains they crossed instantly collapsed.
Who would have thought that this pursuit lasted for three days and three nights, spanning thousands of miles, but with no result.
With the support of the holy bones, Ye Chen was indeed as fast as a god.
However, although his combat power was far superior to Zhiyang's, if Zhiyang tried his best to escape, he would not be able to catch up easily.
It is true that he fused the holy bones, but it is difficult to control such a domineering power. This shortcoming is difficult to ignore.
We arrived at a sea again, endless and magnificent.
Taoist Zhiyang fled in, and then roared, "Fellow Taoist Canghai, save me, Taoist friend Canghai, save me."
He seemed to have known for a long time that there were powerful monks in this sea, so he came to ask for help, hoping to avoid Ye Chen's pursuit.
Not to mention, there are really people in this sea, and their cultivation level is not low.
It was an old man in white clothes, slowly walking out from the bottom of the sea. His realm was that of a great sage, a little short of Taoist Zhiyang.
He is practicing seclusion in this sea and does not want to be disturbed by others.
However, when he saw Taoist Zhiyang dripping with blood and bones, he was stunned and said, "Fellow Taoist Zhiyang, how could this happen?"
"Help me, help me." Taoist Zhiyang rushed towards him crazily.
The old man in white was even more stunned and subconsciously looked to the opposite side.
Upon entering his eyes, he saw Ye Chen, holding a bloody sword, with surging evil aura and overwhelming murderous intent, like a demon.
"Quasi Emperor?" The old man in white was surprised, but quickly shook his head, "No, he used some kind of power."
Seeing through this, he immediately stepped forward, first cupped his hands, and then smiled slightly, "I wonder, fellow Taoist, if you can give me such a pity and show mercy to others."
Ye Chen said nothing, swung his sword directly, and chopped off the head of the old man in white with one strike. The scene was quite bloody.
He didn't hold anything back, and instead struck a decisive blow with his sword. Not only did he behead the old man in white, but his spirit was also destroyed.
The head rolled down, and the eyes of the old man in white were highlighted.
He was depressed, and he should be aggrieved. He was a great sage, but he was killed by someone when he met him, and he was caught off guard.
At the last moment when his consciousness was annihilated, he understood what regret was. He regretted that he should not have come out to show off, and regretted that he should not have done this to make peace, even leading to the disaster of death.
After beheading the white-haired old man, Ye Chen stepped on the sky and continued to chase.
Taoist Zhiyang stumbled along the way. The old man in white blocked the gun for him, but he ran away very fast and did not dare to look back.
The spectators followed up, and when they saw the old man in white with his head missing, they couldn't help but sigh, "It's enough to cleanse yourself and stay in seclusion, but you have to run out."
"It's okay now. If you don't pretend to be good, it will be broken!"
"Zuo, this is Zuo." Some old guys shook their heads secretly, "I don't even know what hatred Ye Chen has against Taoist Zhiyang, so he came out to meddle in other people's business. He deserves to be killed."
"You have to say that Ye Chen is ruthless enough." There were sighs and smacks of tongues. "Destroy him as soon as you say it. He is so willful."
"This is a truth. Don't mess with the Holy Body if you mess with anyone. The consequences will be serious." Too many people shook their heads and laughed.
No one can refute this statement, it is really a truth.
Let's take a closer look. From Ye Chen to Xuanhuang, whoever had trouble with Ye Chen ended up well.
No, almost none. From the Son of God of Taiqing Palace to the current Zhiyang, they are all bloody examples.
One chase and the other kill, and there are theatergoers behind, and there are so many people.
More people were attracted. Seeing Taoist Zhiyang being chased and hearing what happened today, they were all shocked and their eyes were wide open.
The people who gathered were all like theatergoers, and there were many great saints among them, but no one dared to intercede.
However, there are some people who do not believe in evil and always want to show off, just like this person at this moment.
That was an old man with purple hair, a genuine great sage.
He was not a local monk in Zhongzhou, but came from the distant Eastern Wasteland. When he came to Zhongzhou, he happened to encounter this incident.
"Fellow Taoist, save me." Seeing the purple-robed old man coming forward, Taoist Zhiyang pounced on him, his figure in a state of disarray.
"Don't be afraid, fellow Taoist, I will intercede for you. The problem should not be big." The old man in purple robe said with a smile, his temperament was leisurely.
As he said this, the guy looked at Ye Chen and raised his arms.
However, before he could speak, Ye Chen had already struck him with a sword. The holy bones combined with the power of the Quasi-Emperor's sword were devastating.
The purple-robed old man's expression changed and he tried to escape, but it was already too late.
Blood splashed and a head rolled down. Only the soul escaped and said in horror, "I don't care, I don't care."
Ye Chen didn't respond, and waved his hand with another domineering sword.
On the spot, the purple-robed old man knelt down, and his soul was extinguished.
Like the old man in white, he also felt extremely regretful at the moment before his death. He had traveled thousands of miles from the Eastern Wasteland to come to Zhongzhou, just for a stroll, and he thought he was noble.
This is a good time. After working hard for thousands of years, I made a wrong move and went straight to hell, choosing my own grave.
As spectators passed by, they sighed constantly and could only mourn in silence.
The pursuit and killing continued, with thunder and bloodshed all the way.
Ahead, the ancient city appeared, majestic. Taoist Zhiyang flew over, roaring loudly, "Save me."
The ancient city trembled violently, and the great sage's power overflowed, followed by a cold snort, "Young descendants, please be merciful and merciful."
Ye Chen said nothing and chased Taoist Zhiyang into the ancient city.
The blood-haired old man is already in full swing, his energy and blood are soaring to the sky, he has reached the quasi-emperor's bottleneck, and his cultivation is as high as Zhiyang's.
"Huayang City will not allow you to make mistakes." The old man in blood-robed snorted coldly, with a treasure pot hanging on his head, and the cold sound echoed throughout the nine heavens.
Ye Chen held the blood sword and swung the sword directly without slowing down his pace.
The blood-haired old man was furious and moved the treasure pot to fight against him.
The next moment, his treasure pot cracked and was chopped into pieces by Ye Chen's sword. The falling fragments also turned into fly ash.
His magical weapon shattered, and he suffered a backlash. He vomited blood on the spot, stepped back, and his expression suddenly changed.
"I will no longer care about this matter." The blood-haired old man turned around and ran away. His face was pale, his soul was trembling, and he was feeling cold.
He wanted to escape, but how could Ye Chen let him go.
The second sword has arrived and destroyed the blood-haired old man's physical body.
Then came the third sword, and the blood-haired old man's soul was destroyed.
"Yes, another great sage." The spectators lamented, "He rushes out to cause trouble without knowing anything, looking for abuse."
"The great sage who was destroyed because of Taoist Zhiyang is already the third one. Visual inspection shows that Zhiyang is also a disaster star, causing a lot of harm to people."
"Help me, help me." Ahead, Taoist Zhiyang was still roaring, roaring and calling for help all the way.
However, with lessons learned from past mistakes and bloody examples one after another, they have been spread all over the world. Who would be stupid enough to come out to intercede with him, unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.
Ye Chen is too strong, or in other words, the Holy Bones of the Dacheng Holy Body is too domineering, and the remaining power is still there. Who among the quasi-emperors dares to fight.
More and more people gathered to watch the theater, and the great saints caught a lot of them, but they were just theatergoers and did not look for excitement.
Taoist Zhiyang's face was pale and bloodless, and his heart felt cold.
True love emerges in times of need, and this time he really understood.
They were usually brothers and sisters, and they had a good relationship with each other and wished they could lend their wives to sleep with each other. But this time it was difficult and they stopped talking at all.
"Senior, save me." As he spoke, the man ran into a lonely forest and roared as he entered.
"Senior?" The spectators raised their eyebrows. The person who could be called a senior by Zhiyang must be a quasi-emperor.
Thinking of this, everyone rushed after him.
Deep in the desolate forest, there is a lake. There is an old man by the lake, wearing a raincoat and a cloak, fishing leisurely.
"He is really a quasi-emperor." The spectators were surprised.
"This is going to be a good show." Many people rubbed their hands, their eyes bright, "He won't even do it to the Quasi-Emperor!"
"In a fight with the quasi-emperor, I don't know which one is stronger."
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