"Rat." Ye Chen shook the world with one shout, mastered the world, performed Taoism, and dozens of holy kings destroyed the sky.
The picture is shocking. Wisps of light fall from the sky, blending with scarlet blood and filling the vast sky.
The blood-soaked God of War, filled with overwhelming evil energy, killed the golden ghosts and howled like wolves, each body covered in blood.
"Okay." Looking at the blood mist in the sky, the cultivators couldn't help but cheer. The shouts were overwhelming and shaking the world. Not only the young juniors, but also the older cultivators were excited.
"Impossible, this is impossible." The ninth prince Jin Yang was still retreating, looking frightened and stumbling.
After retreating, he turned around and ran away. Ye Chen was stronger than expected. If he didn't run away at this moment, he would definitely be destroyed.
"Where to go." Ye Chen snorted coldly and ran straight after him, slashing out a Milky Way with his sword and cutting open the bloody world.
The ninth prince Jin Yang was struck and flew out. Blood splashed all over the sky, every trace of which was dazzling.
Surprisingly, the guy was not killed by a single sword. After he stabilized his figure, he continued to run away desperately.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and stared at the Ninth Prince Jin Yang. His sword was so domineering that it could severely damage a great sage Jin Yang, but it failed to kill the Ninth Prince Jin Yang.
At the moment of reincarnation, he had a clue, all because the protective immortal light of the ninth prince Jin Yang was placed by the quasi-emperor.
Ninety percent of the power of the previous sword was blocked by the body-protecting fairy light. If not, the ninth prince Jin Yang would have died.
"Prince, please leave." In a moment of confusion, a great sage, Jin Yang, arrived and cast a forbidden secret method. He was loyal and wanted to buy precious time for the ninth prince Jin Yang.
"He can't leave." Ye Chen scolded coldly, shrank to the ground an inch in one step, avoided the fatal blow, and continued to chase Prince Jin Niang.
The ninth prince Jin Yang looked frightened, and he dared not stop. He used the teleportation array, hoping to use this method to escape.
Ye Chen's divine eyes were like torches. Although the ninth prince Jin Yang escaped into the transmission channel, he could not escape the prying eyes of his six samsara eyes. He could find the exact location of that guy very accurately.
Now that he was found, how could he be allowed to escape? He cut the blue sky with a sword, opened the passage, and forced the guy out.
"Save me, ancestor, save me." The ninth prince Jin Yang roared, burning his longevity to increase his speed.
"No one can save you." Ye Chen's eyes were filled with cold energy and he was chasing him all the way, crushing the sky with thunder.
"Save the prince." Behind him, the strong men of the Golden Yang tribe cheered. Ye Chen was chasing him, and so were they.
"Follow me." The cultivators were also busy, and they were surging like a tide. They had a memory crystal in their hands. They wanted to see the tragic death of the ninth prince Jin Yang. After the imprint, he would just take a look.
A chase and a kill made the dark night very lively.
More people gathered, and when they saw that scene, they all scratched their heads, "Who is that masked one? How dare you kill only Prince Jin Niang so unscrupulously."
"Who else could be so bold but Chen Ye?"
"Chen Ye has landed?" Everyone who heard this was shocked.
"Awesome! The six tribes of the Great Desolate are guarding the coast of the Black Desolate, and even these people can come in." He sighed and sighed.
And the news of Chenye's landing spread instantly to all directions.
When the six prehistoric tribes heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all exploded. They were guarding tightly, but they didn't know that people had come ashore.
Slap in the face, slap in the face naked, the emperor's soldiers were invited, but they couldn't stop the person, and Honghuang lost his face again.
"Kill." The quasi-emperor of the Qiongqi clan was furious. He was the first to move, carrying the Jidao imperial weapon, and headed straight for the hinterland of the Western Desert.
"Kill." The other five tribes also shouted angrily, each with blood-red eyes and ferocious faces, like demons.
The six clans' majestic attack and the six emperor's soldiers were so powerful that wherever they passed, mountains collapsed one after another.
Not only them, there are also prehistoric tribes from Xuanhuang Beiyue, Nanyu and Zhongzhou, pouring into the Xuanhuang Western Desert like a tide.
Looking down at the sky and the earth, there are several tumbling oceans. They are either flying clouds and driving mist, flying swords, or driving chariots, covering the sky and the earth.
The rolling murderous aura made Xi Mo's body tremble and buzz.
This is not a war, but it is more of a war. The scale of the battle is unprecedented in the world, and everyone in the world is shocked.
In the copper furnace, Xizun woke up, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
His complexion has become much rosier, his breath is even, his heart veins have been connected, and the dilapidated life fire has been rekindled.
All this is thanks to Kui Niu and Li Changsheng.
When Ye Chen was fighting, the two of them condensed the majestic origins of the prehistoric people, poured them all into his body, and reshaped his Tao roots. Now the foundation is stronger.
"Where is this?" Xizun spoke, his voice was hoarse and very decadent, his mouth was full of stubble, and his eyes were dim.
"In a magical vessel," Kui Niu handed over a wine pot.
"You... Kui Niu?"
Speaking of which, the two of them still have some grudges and have fought more than once, but it was just a small fight and they would never get to know each other without fighting.
However, Kui Niuying had already died, having been beheaded by the Ninth Prince Yongzhu. He was also present at that time and saw it with his own eyes.
But now, looking at the living Kui Niu right in front of him, how could he not be shocked and feel that everything was quite unreal.
"I'm still alive, no surprise." Kui Niu grinned.
"Surprise...surprise." Xizun was stunned, his mind was dizzy, and with his wisdom, his mind became a mess.
"There's something even more surprising." Kui Niu pointed to the outside of the copper furnace.
Xizun looked along and saw at a glance that he was chasing Ye Chen, carrying a killing sword, chasing the ninth prince of the Golden Yang clan.
He remembered that it was the young man with the ghost mask who climbed onto the stone platform and cut off the iron chain hanging him.
But he was confused, there was no such person in his memory, so he had no choice but to look at Kui Niu, "Who is he."
"Chenye." Kui Niu shrugged and took a sip of wine.
"Is he Chenye?" Remove armor.
"Perhaps, you can just... call him in turn."
"The other way around?" Ye Chen
"Ye Chen, you're back." Kui Niu couldn't help but smile.
With a word, Xizun Shenhai Wenglong rumbled, opened his mouth, and said nothing for a long time. His expression turned petrified, then changed from petrified to wonderful, and then unbelievable.
When Xizun was shocked, a huge mountain outside collapsed.
Amidst the debris flying, the ninth prince Jin Yang fell into the sky, creating a deep pit in the ground, and his whole body was covered in blood and flesh.
"Run, run again?" Ye Chen stepped forward, transformed into a golden hand, and suppressed him on the spot.
"The Golden Yang tribe will not let you go." Jin Yang screamed at the prince, his hair disheveled, like a mad dog, roaring crazily, his eyes bloodshot and blood-red.
Ye Chen was silent, and with a pair of dazzling golden eyes, he scanned the four directions and smelled the prehistoric aura, which was everywhere.
It was obvious that the great clans of the prehistoric era were surrounding them from all directions. There were more than one imperial soldiers, and the formation was absolutely huge.
"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses." Kui Niu said hurriedly.
"You really think highly of me." Ye Chen sneered, accepted the Ninth Prince Jin Yang, stepped down, turned around and disappeared.
Half an hour after he left, the great clan of the Great Desolate Kingdom arrived.
The formations did not speak. They covered tens of thousands of miles of earth and stood tens of thousands of miles of sky. The prehistoric energy was billowing.
"Bastard." Hong Huang was furious after failing to catch Ye Chen.
"Search for me, inch by inch." It was Quasi-Emperor Qiongqi again, shouting loudly, so angry that he almost went crazy.
Under the order, with that piece of heaven and earth as the center, the Prehistoric Clan spread in all directions, really searching inch by inch.
At this moment, Ye Chen has found an old forest deep in the mountains, turned the universe into dust, and opened up a dust space.
Kui Niu and Li Changsheng were fine, just hanging around in the big iron pot, simmering broth, which was still the broth of the Jin Ni tribe.
On the other hand, Xizun looked at Ye Chen with an extremely complicated expression.
In the past, Ye Chen had a grudge against Buddha, which led to Ye Chen being suppressed in Wuzhishan. Later, Dachu was unblocked and Lingshan was destroyed.
In two years, there have been so many changes, which makes people feel sad.
Ye Chen smiled and handed over a bottle of wine. The karma and grudges had become a thing of the past in the years.
Xizun laughed at himself and drank the strong wine quietly.
He really wanted to know what his state of mind would be like if Sakyamuni was still here. The Buddha's inheritance was actually saved by Ye Chen.
"If you have nowhere to go, follow me back to the Heavenly Gate of Dachu."
"Go, I will definitely go. I want to see what kind of land it is that created your unparalleled god of war."
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