The starry sky is vast, and the screams of mourning are endless. ωヤノ亅丶メ． ...
Looking away, there is a stone platform sitting in the starry sky, with a radius of 80,000 feet. There is a copper pillar standing every one meter on the stone platform, and on each copper pillar, a person is locked to repair it. With disheveled hair, slender bones, and dripping blood and bones, he looks like a prisoner and as humble as an ant.
Looking around the stone platform, we can see Qiongqi standing with spears in his hands.
Those cultivators were all captured by them, their essence was swallowed, their cultivation was abolished, their hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, and they were brutally tortured. The purpose was to force Chen Ye to show up.
The scene was bloody, with nearly a hundred thousand people cultivating it, and the flowing blood dyed the 80,000-foot stone platform red, which was shocking.
"Kill enough one hundred people, and you will live." Qiongqi smiled faintly, his fangs glowing, and he thrust a killing sword into the hands of each cultivator, and then pushed him onto the stone platform.
It was a young monk, with ragged clothes, staggering steps, and a pale face. He dragged his disabled body to a copper pillar, on which was locked an old monk, who was already white-haired, bloody, and invisible. .
The white-haired old monk raised his head with difficulty, his old eyes were cloudy, but he only smiled kindly, "Come on, kid, kill me."
"Senior, I'm sorry, I want to live." The young monk burst into tears, his voice was hoarse, and he was sobbing. He held the sword in both hands, raised it tremblingly, and struck down hard.
Blood spattered, and the white-haired old monk's head rolled down. He was already a useless person, but the young monk directly sent him to hell with a sword, and his life's ups and downs were finally turned into dust.
"If you want to live, keep killing." Qiongqi showed his white teeth and licked his scarlet tongue, his eyes full of ferocity.
"Ah..." the young monk roared, as if he had a mental breakdown and fell into madness. He held the killing sword and slashed left and right. Every time he swung the sword, one cultivator was killed, including his master and fellow disciples. , relatives and brothers, but in order to survive, he had to wave the butcher knife in his hand.
"The taste of blood is so wonderful." Tou Tou Qiongqi smiled playfully and sucked in contentment, enjoying it very much.
"Interesting." In a huge jade chariot, a young man in a python robe was reclining. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was turning his fingers leisurely. He looked at it with interest. A pair of purple eyes were shining with a strange light, which made people dare not Look directly at it.
He is the ninth prince of the Qiongqi clan. He is of absolute royal blood. His status is extremely noble, but he is also extremely cruel.
On the jade chariot, there were mostly naked nuns, who had been raped to death by the Ninth Prince Qiongqi. They were lying in a mess, dying, with a look of pain on their faces.
This is the world of the strong, the weak deserve to be bullied, cruel laws, bloody, dark and without light.
On the stone platform, the young monk had killed a hundred people, and his hands were stained with the blood of his own people. He was lying on the ground like a dog, howling and crying, just hoping to leave alive.
"Come on, let's bark like a dog." A Qiongqi stepped on the young monk's back, laughing unbridled, violent and bloodthirsty.
The young monk's face was filled with tears of humiliation, but he still forced a smile, and the barking of dogs resounded throughout the starry sky.
Qiongqi laughed again, unscrupulously, "Go away, you ant."
If the young monk is granted amnesty, he is really like a dog. He can no longer stand like a human being, but crawls away from the stone platform.
"Next one." Qiongqi pointed further away and hit an older monk. He smiled and said, "Kill someone and you will live."
The old monk was filled with tears. He held the killing sword, walked up to the stone platform with trembling steps, and waved the killing sword at his fellow tribesmen. Every time, he was covered with blood. Behind him, every footprint was It's bloody.
Human cultivators were wailing and Qiongqi was laughing. This scene of killing each other was really pleasing to their eyes.
Hell, this is hell, stained with the blood of ants, full of demons, their ferocious faces make people's hearts tremble.
"Boring." The Ninth Prince Qiongqi held his cheek with one hand, listening to Renxiu's screams, and fell into a slumber. The thick prehistoric aura was intertwined and outlined.
"Prince, will Chen Ye come?" Old Qiongqi on one side glanced at the starry sky and looked at the Ninth Prince Qiongqi.
"Whether he comes or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that our Great Ancient Clan can use this as an excuse to wage war against the heavens again." The corner of the Ninth Prince Qiongqi's mouth curled up in a playful manner.
"That's it, I'll wait... eh?" Lao Qiongqi stopped before he finished speaking, tilted his head slightly and looked in one direction.
The banging and roaring sounded, trembling and trembling, slow and rhythmic. If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is the sound made by people walking. Maybe the body is as heavy as a mountain, so that every time the sole of the foot falls, it will cause the starry sky to rumble.
Ye Chen appeared, flying through the air, with golden light all over his body. His holy body was like molten gold, swirling with overwhelming evil aura. From a distance, it looked like a dazzling sun.
His arrival made Qiongqi's eyes sparkle, as if he could smell Ye Chen's energy and blood, which was extremely pure.
"With such momentum, you are not a nobody." Ninth Prince Qiongqi opened his eyes, still lying down with a look of interest on his face.
"My name is Chenye." Ye Chen spoke calmly.
"Is he Chen Ye?" The cultivators raised their heads one after another.
"It's you, it's all because of you." Many human cultivators roared, their eyes were red, and the veins on their foreheads were exposed. They looked at Ye Chen with hatred and roared crazily, "If it weren't for your wanton killing, how could we, the cultivators, end up like this? This is how it ends.”
"Fuck him." Kui Niu in the copper furnace jumped three feet high, got angry and almost rushed out.
"It's really chilling." Li Changsheng couldn't help but curse. Ye Chen was a man seeking justice for others. He never expected to lose such a reputation. It really made him angry and felt aggrieved for Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was silent, without saying a word, and his eyes were calm.
From the day he set foot on the monastic path, he had been prepared to bear infamy. This bloody journey would be more cruel than imagined, so cruel that his heart would be colder than ice.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault." Renxiu was still cursing, and his roars became one, and the sound shook the sky.
"Chen Ye, you people in the heavens don't seem to like you very much!" Ninth Prince Qiongqi smiled faintly and kept clicking his tongue, "It's really sad. I feel sorry for you."
"I'm here to release the cultivator." Ye Chen said calmly.
"In the saint realm, with three quasi-emperor soldiers, no wonder he has the capital to kill the great saint." The ninth prince Qiongqi stood up, sighing. The royal bloodline of the Qiongqi clan has a high vision. With just one glance, he could see through Ye Chen secret.
"Let him go." Ye Chen said slowly, still saying the same thing.
"A bunch of trash will die when they die. I really like blood flowers." The Ninth Prince Qiongqi smiled cruelly. As he spoke, he raised his hand at will and flicked a ray of divine light, hitting a cultivator. The cultivator exploded on the spot. , turned into a gorgeous blood flower.
"We cultivators, don't be afraid of death." Not all of the cultivators who were chained insulted Ye Chen, but more of them were iron-clad and laughed indulgently. They knew their fate from the moment they were captured. I have already looked away and am not afraid of death.
"I don't blame you. There are no people in our realms and heavens."
"Go, go as far as you want, come back when you have reached great heights, and destroy the nine Qiongqi tribes." An old monk roared, using up his last bit of strength, howling heartily.
"Noisy." The Ninth Prince Qiongqi twisted his neck contentedly and waved his hand casually, "Tell them to shut up."
Following the order, Qiongqi, who was guarding the side of the stone platform, bared his white teeth one after another, raised his bloody butcher knife, and struck at the human cultivator. The heads rolled down one after another, each one glaring.
Ye Chen said nothing, holding a war gun, and went straight to the ninth prince Qiongqi. This was a blood debt, and he needed the Qiongqi clan to repay it.
"Catch live ones for me." The Ninth Prince Qiongqi smiled playfully, then sat back in the jade chariot, reclining on the couch, very leisurely.
As soon as the words fell, the starry sky rumbled. Qiongqi drove the chariot, transformed into his true body, and came overwhelmingly, like a dark ocean, with billowing prehistoric energy, swallowing up every starry sky.
Their eyes were all blood-colored, filled with the light of greed, and their auras were violent and bloodthirsty, like terrifying demons.
The scene of the collective attack and killing of nearly ten thousand Qiongqi was so spectacular. The prehistoric energy alone caused the starry sky to explode inch by inch. The powerful bloodline subverted the laws that should exist.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Ye Chen hissed, using his war spear as a club, sweeping across with one blow, charging Qiongqi in front, and was wiped out piece by piece. Even the screams were saved, and his body and mind were instantly destroyed.
"Suppress it for me." A great sage ascended to the sky, holding the seal of heaven and earth in his left hand, and the yin and yang array in his right hand. The heaven and earth merged into Wuji, Yin and Yang merged into Tai Chi, and Tai Chi Wuji created chaos. He pressed down from the sky to suppress it. Ye Chen killed him with one blow.
"Get lost." Ye Chen scolded coldly. He attacked with the Nine Paths and Eight Desolations Fists, destroying him with one punch. He flipped his hand and used a stick to blow up the head of the great sage Qiongqi, destroying his soul as well.
"Destroy." The second great sage came and struck directly at Ye Chen's eyebrows with a finger of divine light, targeting his true form.
Ye Chen shrunk down to an inch, dodged the finger light, and rushed to the great sage Qiongqi. He returned his nine divine lights, severely damaged his soul, and added another spear to him.
The majestic sage was so fragile, so he was nailed to death in the starry sky with a spear. His divine body exploded, and blood poured down like rain.
The third Great Sage Qiongqi was the most miserable. He was beaten back even before he could use his magical weapon. The divine sea suddenly collapsed, affecting the real body of the soul, and his soul disappeared in an instant.
In only ten rounds, Ye Chen killed three great saints in a row. Not to mention the locked human cultivators, even the Qiongqi were shocked.
"Sacrifice the formation, ban him." The fourth great sage, Qiongqi, was smarter and did not dare to step forward and ordered the formation to open. All he had to do was ban Ye Chen and the rest would be easy.
Many large formations were revived, controlled by the Holy King, who banned the universe and sealed the laws. This vast starry sky was suddenly restrained.
However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is extremely nonsense. Although the sealing formation is out, it is like a decoration in front of Ye Chen.
Taixu Shenxing is superb and has been evolved to its peak by Ye Chen. He specializes in the sealing formation. He ignores Qiongqi's restraints and moves vertically and horizontally on the formation pattern, as if he is in a deserted land.
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