Hearing the sound, everyone present turned around and looked behind them.
As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a figure of golden light coming across the galaxy. Every time his feet landed, the sky rumbled.
That was Ye Chen, who had finally arrived, wearing a ghost mask and filled with murderous intent, like the god of murder from hell.
"There are really some people who are not afraid of death." The ninth prince Jin Yang smiled faintly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at the sky with interest.
"If a saint dares to make a mistake, I will suppress him." Behind the ninth prince Jin Yang, an old man sneered.
"Stand down." The Ninth Prince Jin Yang waved his hand and licked his scarlet tongue, "I like to watch sensational scenes the most."
"Who is that person?" The monks below were talking a lot, all looking at Ye Chen. However, they didn't have enough moral skills to see through Ye Chen's true appearance. They only knew that Ye Chen's murderous aura made people's hearts tremble.
"It's probably an old friend of Xizun who came to the rescue this time."
"Being in the saint realm alone is not enough to put a golden tiger between your teeth. Isn't this looking for death?" Worried voices kept coming and going.
While he was talking, Ye Chen had arrived and went straight to the stone platform. The monks from all directions made a way for him in a tacit understanding.
Even the Jinyang people who were guarding the stone platform gave way to the road with a grin, allowing Ye Chen to come straight up.
Without saying a word, Ye Chen waved his hand and broke the iron chain hanging Xizun, and held him up on a layer of soft clouds.
"Let's go, let's go quickly." Xizun's eyes were dim. His voice was weak and hoarse, and blood was pouring out of his mouth. His messy long hair covered half of his face, and he was no longer human, and the fire of life was extinguishing.
"Don't talk." Ye Chen said calmly, placing his palm on Xizun's back, instilling the rolling true power, stabilizing his heart with the source of the holy body, and stabilizing his true body and mind with his soul.
"Damn it." Kui Niu cursed angrily, his eyes bloodshot.
Is this still Xizun? The Xuanhuang Xi Zun in his memory was solemn and dazzling, like the incarnation of a god.
But now, he is more like a beggar, like a dog.
And all of this was thanks to Jin Ni, who destroyed all the Buddhas in the Western Desert, devastated all living beings, and stained this land with blood.
"Have a good rest." Ye Chen waved his hands, letting Xizun fall into a deep sleep, and then sent him into the copper furnace.
"If you dare to come here, you are by no means an unknown person. Tell your name." Prince Jin Yang smiled quietly and looked down at Ye Chen.
"You don't need to know." Ye Chen was frighteningly calm.
"Looking for death." The golden beasts on the stone platform gathered around with their war weapons in hand, all grinning to themselves, their faces looking ferocious and terrifying.
Ye Chen moved, took a step, and disappeared in an instant.
The next scene was a bit strange. He was nowhere to be seen, but Jin Yang's heads were seen rolling down one by one.
Hundreds of golden beasts were all destroyed within three seconds.
The four monks opened their mouths and stared blankly at the stone platform. The headless golden beast was still holding the pestle, and blood spurted out from its neck, staining the stone platform with blood.
This is so shocking, you must know that it is Jin Yang.
What kind of existence is Jin Ni? The first batch of creatures in the world, their bloodline is so domineering. There are hundreds of Jin Ni clan members, including quasi-sage kings, but they were wiped out by a saint in three seconds.
The most depressing thing is those Jin Ni who were killed instantly.
It was vaguely visible that every head that rolled down the stage and a pair of eyes were filled with unbelievable expressions. They were killed instantly without even looking at them. They were killed instantly and neatly.
A trace of bloody wind blew by, and Ye Chen manifested his true form again. His murderous aura surged to the sky, and the killing sword in his hand was still bleeding and ticking at this moment.
"Interesting." The ninth prince Jin Yang smiled playfully. The man was calm and still lying down. He didn't feel sorry for his family's death at all. He didn't even frown, and he wasn't shocked at all by Ye Chen's fighting power.
"There's something more interesting." Ye Chen went straight to the tower.
"You don't know what you can do." A holy king rushed out, evolved a secret method in his palm, and covered the sky with one palm.
"Get out." Ye Chen punched him and turned him into blood mist.
Seeing this, the monks from all directions gasped, that was the Holy King! But he was beaten to pieces by a saint in front of him.
"Catch him alive." Prince Jin Yang sneered.
With the order, the old man behind him rushed out in one step. He was a great sage whose pressure made the sky roar.
However, the next moment, he came back and was punched back by Ye Chen, pretending to be silent.
What was even worse was that before he could stop himself, a war spear arrived and nailed him to the tower.
His eyes stood out, full of depression, and he wanted to ask why you, a saint, are so strong.
It's a pity that he didn't have a chance. He was killed without using many secret techniques, and his soul was also extinguished.
The monk below was completely petrified, and his eyes were wide open. He destroyed the great saint at the saint level and overturned his outlook on life.
The ninth prince Jin Yang was no longer calm. He suddenly stood up and defeated the great sage with one move. Is he a quasi-emperor
"It's interesting." Ye Chen walked towards the tower step by step holding the blood-stained killing sword. His smile was scary.
"Kill, let me take him down for you." The ninth prince Jin Yang screamed as he backed away, his eyes full of ferocious expressions.
As soon as the words fell, thousands of figures rushed out, including great saints and saint kings, or magical weapons, magical powers, or killing formations, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's figure was like a ghost, shrinking down to an inch to dodge, and rushed into the enemy's formation. He swept across with his sword and drew blood.
"Suppress it for me." A golden sage shouted, activated his natal weapon, the divine mirror, and volleyed towards Ye Chengai.
"Suppress your sister." The killing sword in Ye Chen's hand clanged and moved, blooming with quasi-imperial power, slashing out a bright celestial river into the sky, like cutting tofu, cutting the magical mirror in half.
The life weapon was broken, and the great sage Jin Yang vomited blood and fell sideways. His old eyes shrank to the size of a pinhead, "quasi-emperor soldier."
"You guessed it right." Ye Chen arrived in an instant, and with a sword of Fengshen, he pierced the center of his eyebrows and killed his true form.
"Execute." The second great sage of the Jinyi clan came to kill him. Thousands of secrets melted into one finger and pointed directly at the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows.
Ye Chen sneered, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the finger of the Great Sage Jin Ni, and broke it directly.
The next moment, the Great Sage Jin Ni knelt down, his head was chopped off, and the soul that escaped could not escape Ye Chen's execution.
"Trapped him." There were loud shouts from all directions, and the four great saints worked together to launch a killing array, condensed a cage, and locked Ye Chen into it, with the power of destruction raging.
This is the sealing formation of the Jinyi tribe. It is ancient and mysterious. It can seal the great saint level instantly. It is very domineering.
However, although this formation was powerful, it was not threatening to Ye Chen. The cage had just taken shape when a gap was cut by Ye Chen's sword and he burst out like a dragon.
"I'll make you sleepy." Ye Chen shouted coldly. After rushing out, he went on a killing spree, and a great sage was beheaded instantly.
"Work together and kill him." The three golden sages hissed, and a group of saint kings also surrounded and killed him, using wild moves.
"A bunch of rats." Ye Chen sneered, opened and closed, and danced his killing sword wantonly, and pieces of golden tigers fell down.
He was like the god of war, invincible. Among thousands of golden wolves, he felt like he was in a deserted place, and he went straight to the point of going crazy.
The picture was bloody, blood was raining down, and the surging blood mist blocked the stars and moonlight. The sky became a Shura field, with a killing god harvesting lives one by one.
"Chen Ye, he is Chen Ye." Someone among the monks watching the battle exclaimed, seeming to recognize who Ye Chen was, and hissed loudly.
"The great people of the prehistoric times were guarding the coast, but he actually landed."
"No wonder, no wonder they have such fighting power." The older monks were also excited and excited. Compared with the battle in Xuanhuang Xinghai, this one is just a small fight.
"It's fun, it's really fun, I'll kill him until there's a mountain of bones."
"Impossible, this is impossible." Looking at the top of the city tower again, the face of the ninth prince Jin Yang was as pale as paper. He stumbled back, his body trembling with fear.
The majestic Jin Yang Prince, at this moment, has no trace of his previous calm demeanor, just like a bereaved dog.
How could he have thought that it was Chen Ye who was being killed, with Chen Ye's evil reputation? How could he not have known that on the Xuanhuang Star Sea, there were tens of thousands of warships from the six tribes of the prehistoric era, more than a dozen quasi-emperors, and millions of monks. They were all killed and returned home. How could they possibly defeat such a ruthless man
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