"Kill him." The armies of the four tribes arrived, shouting in unison, and magical powers, secrets, and magic weapon formations rained down from the sky.
"Kill." Ye Chen swung the halberd with a powerful blow.
The strong men of the four tribes who had just dodged fell in pieces, their bodies collapsed, their spirits shattered, and they were killed from the front.
"Shu Zi, I'm still not going to kill you." A holy king from the God Clan came in a chariot, holding a war sword, and stabbed Ye Chen.
"Get out." Ye Chen's halberd was used as a stick, and he smashed the ancient chariot with one halberd. The Holy King of the Gods on it flew across the spot. Before he could stop himself, Ye Chen stepped down with the sole of his foot. Sadly He was trampled into bloody mud.
At the same time, a holy king of the demon tribe had arrived from the sky, activated a dark demon seal, and Ling Tian suppressed it.
It was a terrifying great holy soldier, exuding a barbaric atmosphere, engraved with ancient runes, and as heavy as a giant mountain.
Ye Chen shouted violently. He did not dodge, dodge or defend. He resisted with his holy body and still smashed the magic seal with one halberd.
The Holy King of the Demon Clan suffered a backlash, his demon body exploded, and he stepped back. Every step he took would cause the sky to collapse.
Ye Chen rushed forward, and Ling Tian struck him with a halberd.
The two holy kings from the demon clan and the phoenix clan came hand in hand and worked together to activate a divine mirror and sweep out the divine light of annihilation.
Ye Chen was filled with anger, and the golden divine sea rolled in with chaotic visions, drowning out the divine light and swallowing up the two holy kings.
In just a moment or two, the four holy kings of the four tribes were beheaded one after another. The onlookers were shocked and their hearts trembled. It was so overbearing.
"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen roared all the way, wildly dancing his halberd, opening and closing, looking at everyone.
"Kill him in the sacrificial killing array." Fengxian looked ferocious as he backed away and pointed at Ye Chen with his sword.
She was afraid again, afraid of the madman Ye Chen, who was too difficult to kill and could do too many impossible things due to this unexpected change.
Xutian's killing array buzzed, and each one revived its divine power, aiming at Ye Chen, sweeping out streaks of annihilation divine light.
The vast sky has become fragile and devastated. The killing formation is too strong and its power is devastating.
Ye Chen was not afraid. He stepped on Taixu and moved across the sky. His combat power was extremely powerful and his speed was even more arrogant. Like a golden light, many Xutian killing formations could not keep up with his speed.
Blood splattered, and the armies of the four tribes were attacked and killed one after another. The scene was bloody.
The great sages of the four tribes snorted coldly. They each led their troops and came across the sky. They drove their chariots and swept the clouds and mist. The momentum was overwhelming. There were no less than a hundred of them. The formation was extremely huge.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die." Ye Chen roared angrily, took one step forward, and smashed the halberd. A great saint was killed by the halberd.
"Is it a quasi-emperor's combat power?" The monks from all directions were horrified.
"A great sage! He was killed when he met him." The older monks were also frightened, and their old bodies couldn't help but tremble.
"The power of the holy body lineage is still so impressive." In the sky, Tian Zhu Di Mie sighed and clicked his tongue.
"Let us out." The 50 million monks in heaven are still roaring, the sound is like thunder, shaking the sky.
The Emperor of Dachu was charging alone, but they could only watch helplessly, and everyone turned into madmen.
Tian Zhu Di Mie remained unmoved and only lightly brushed his hand.
The invisible barrier trembled slightly, but before anyone could get out, fairy light flew out. It was the Chaos Cauldron and Ye Chen's natal magical weapon.
The divine cauldron buzzed, breaking the blood path, and hung above Ye Chen's head.
In the master's final battle, his natal magic weapon went crazy.
It is simple and natural, manifesting murderous intent, manifesting the Dunjia Tianzi, arranging itself, interweaving the heavenly sounds of the avenue, and transforming many ancient visions to protect Ye Chen's holy body.
The energy of chaos also surged out of the cauldron, and the strands were as heavy as mountains, blending with the golden divine sea, crushing the sky and the earth.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die." Ye Chen held up the chaotic world again, spreading to the sky, and the figures were crushed into blood mist.
A great sage rushed towards him, performed secret techniques, and performed great killing skills. He wanted to destroy Ye Chen and kill him under Jiuyou.
The guardian of the Chaos Cauldron shattered the divine light with one blow.
Ye Chen rushed over in an instant and grabbed hold of the great sage with his golden hand. The head of the great sage was picked off on the spot, and the soul could not escape death.
"You underestimated him." The ancestor of the God Clan said coldly and wanted to use the imperial weapon to kill him, but was stopped by the other three.
"I want to see how much power he still has." The ancestor of the demon clan snorted coldly, with a ferocious and evil look on his face.
"What you are borrowing is the power of the holy body, there is no need to use the imperial weapons." The ancestor of the Phoenix clan smiled faintly, "Just watch."
"Kill!" When the four of them were talking, Ye Chen tore apart another great sage and went straight to Fengxian to kill him. His head was hanging on the cauldron of chaos and his feet were on the sea of chaos. His power was glaring at everyone.
"Stop him, stop him." Feng Xian'er hissed.
Although they were still far away and protected by four imperial weapons, they were still afraid and retreated again and again, and their hearts trembled.
The strong men of the four tribes were like the tide, making waves.
Ye Chen charged all the way, bathed in holy light and blood.
He fought to the point of madness, every drop of holy blood was burning, and every inch of the holy body was spitting out essence.
This is his last charge and his last battle. Even if he dies, he cannot disgrace the reputation of his ancestors.
Looking down at the vast sky, in the pitch-black ocean, he, wearing a golden battle armor, was very dazzling.
The crowds flooded him again and again, but they were rushed out again and again. The figures rushed towards him, but they were killed one by one.
There were more than 10 million monks from the four major races, but no one could block his way, and they were defeated by him alone.
Blood dyed the world red. Broken limbs and fragments of magical instruments fell all over the sky and turned into the dust of history.
Behind him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The great sages were bleeding to the sky, and the holy kings were rushing to the underworld.
"How powerful is the Holy Body? More than 10 million monks can't stop him alone." The shocked voice continued.
"A bloodline as high as the emperor's is a myth."
"The prestige of the ancient holy body is all achieved through fighting." The old guys inhaled hard, their blood boiling with excitement.
In the tide of discussion, the rumble was lost.
The monks from the four tribes stopped attacking and gathered into a large group.
Their eyes were full of fear, and they looked at Ye Chen with fear, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.
Between heaven and earth, the only thing left was the sound of banging.
If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is the sound of people walking.
Perhaps that person's body was too heavy, as heavy as a mountain, so that every time the sole of his foot fell, the ground would roar.
That was Ye Chen, the Holy Lord of Heaven and the Emperor of Da Chu.
In the midst of the flying yellow sand and the roar of the bloody wind, he carried the bloody halberd and walked step by step, his bloody hair fluttering, and the Great Chu battle flag he wore was also rising to the sky.
His evil aura is overwhelming, like a war god who conquers all realms, or a demon god who swallows up the sky and destroys the earth.
On the bloody earth filled with broken swords and war weapons, his presence seemed like a bright and dazzling sun.
Looking at the four tribes, there are more than 10 million monks, all retreating.
When Ye Chen took a step forward, they took a step back. They were all afraid of being killed, but no one dared to step forward again.
What a picture this is, and what a power it is.
More than 10 million monks were frightened by one person and were forced to retreat collectively.
Everyone in the world was shocked. This scene will be imprinted and praised by the world. It will become an immortal legend.
The heavenly monk's eyes were moist, and the hazy back was so majestic and so desolate.
"Kill, kill for me." Wan Qian Ningji was finally interrupted by Fengxian's scolding, and ordered the four tribes to attack.
However, her orders were not easy to implement and no one listened to them.
"Kill, kill for me." The ancestors of the four tribes spoke, and his voice was like thunder, majestic and cold, shaking the sky.
However, their supreme command is not easy to use.
More than 10 million monks, from the Great Sage to the Emperor, every one of them was frightened by the news. They were killed by the God of War, and they were killed until their minds collapsed.
"Bastard." The ancestor of the demon clan was furious and came from the sky.
"Kill." The Demon Clan Ancestor, the God Clan Ancestor, and the Phoenix Clan Ancestor also set out, across the sky, and joined hands to attack and kill.
"Rat." Ye Chen swung his halberd and killed him against the will of heaven.
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