The eight prehistoric emperors all moved, attacking from all directions towards the center. Their bodies were as heavy as mountains, and the sky trembled under their feet. The laws of the emperor's way were flying, and they were all on the way.
The quasi-emperor Armadillo is the fastest, one step seems to have crossed the long river of time, the imperial seal covers the sky and the vast earth.
The emperor's palm could be said to destroy the heaven and the earth. Before it really landed, the sky collapsed and exploded every inch.
"Fight." Ye Chen hissed, his energy and blood rising, and he went up against the sky. He held the universe in his hand, creating yin and yang. His punch was unparalleled, its power was devastating, and he blasted through the armadillo emperor's seal.
With one hard blow, the Armadillo Emperor was pushed back, and his golden fist was also covered in flesh and blood, poisoned by the laws of the emperor's way.
In just a split second, Emperor Yaozhao arrived. With a finger of the emperor's finger, he clicked on Ye Chen from a distance the next day. The emperor's law and divine power blended together, spanning eternity, and time also flowed back.
Ye Chen was not afraid, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward. He shrank to an inch to avoid a finger, and his palm was like a magic sword, slashing towards Emperor Yongzhu.
However, before he could land his palm, the Scorpion Emperor who was about to be killed struck him with a sword, causing him to flip over.
Before he could stop himself, Emperor Guihuang and Emperor Jinyang arrived. With one palm and one punch, Ye Chen's holy body was almost exploded.
Ye Chen climbed into the sky to escape, but ran into Emperor Qiongqi head-on.
Emperor Qiongqi's eyes shot thunder and lightning, directly attacking the true form of his soul, and he even ignored Ye Chen's soul guardian magical power.
Ye Chen's soul was injured, the sea of spirits roared, and his head was about to split.
The eighth Taotie Emperor came to kill him with an ordinary palm.
However, this seemingly ordinary palm has the power to destroy the world. The imperial, immortal, magical and magical powers have evolved to return to nature, subverting the universe and reversing Yin and Yang.
Ye Chen's blood trembled, his hands raised to the sky, and he withstood the emperor's palm, but his legs were bent and bent.
He only felt that what he was holding was not a palm, but a huge mountain, and the holy body collapsed under the pressure.
However, it rained continuously all night, and before he could even take a breath, Emperor Jinyang arrived again. With one finger of silence, he destroyed everything and poked a bloody hole in his chest.
The holy blood splashed, and every trace was dazzling. Although the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World were law bodies, their coordination was extremely perfect.
This is the tacit understanding between the emperor and the emperor. The laws of the emperor and the emperor dance together, outlining the ancient vision, which is a vast land.
Ye Chen looked solemn. After a brief confrontation, he realized the tyranny of the emperor. Even an emperor at the level of a holy king has the qualifications to defy the times, otherwise he would not be crowned emperor against heaven.
He did not dare to underestimate the people who could be crowned emperors, which one was an ordinary person. The emperor's astonishment was on par with the great road.
Even if he is above the Great Dao and stands at the pinnacle, he is also the pinnacle of the Dao and an invincible existence.
"Eight great emperors, how can we fight like this?" Kui Niu cursed loudly in the copper furnace, "This is a damn dead end."
"Damn God, it's not finished until the holy body is wiped out." Li Changsheng looked ugly and cursed.
"I firmly believe that he is undefeated." Compared to the two of them, Xizun was much calmer. He held the wine bottle and drank leisurely, "Slaying two emperors in one life, how can the eight dharma bodies be able to erase it."
"That's right, I... eh?" Kui Niu confided, but stopped before he finished speaking and stood at the mouth of the tripod.
His pair of ox eyes were shining brightly as he looked into the distance. Through the mist, he saw the Little Ape Emperor and Nan Di.
At this moment, those living treasures were holding memory crystals and rubbing the images of Dou Emperor, and they were all watching intently.
"Monkey, Lao Niu, I'm back." Kui Niu didn't dare to shout for fear of disturbing Ye Chen, so he only used his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice.
However, the little ape king didn't seem to hear his call, or in other words, didn't respond at all.
"Is your grandma deaf?" Kui Niu cursed and almost climbed out of the copper furnace, ran over and kicked the guy.
"It's useless." Xizun smiled and shook his head, "This world has been imprisoned by the laws of the emperor, and no spiritual consciousness can be transmitted."
"I would have asked Ye Chen to let the three of us out first." Kui Niu shook his head. Although he could see his old friends and brothers, he couldn't speak. He missed them so much.
"I said, the situation of the boss is not very good!" When the two of them were talking, Li Changsheng swallowed hard.
Hearing this, Kui Niu withdrew his gaze and hurriedly looked at the sky.
Upon entering his eyes, he saw Ye Chen falling from the sky. How could he be so miserable? There were scars all over his body, and there were no less than ten blood holes. The most frightening thing was his back, where all the bones were broken and exposed, stained with blood. ,shocking.
The three people's brows were furrowed, and even the calm Xizun was no longer calm, with worries all over his eyes.
"Continue." Ye Chen roared into the sky after landing.
There are eight emperors in the sky, all of them are like the sun, dazzling, but when he rushes up, it is even more dazzling, like another sun.
A young ancient holy body, eight young emperors, and nine dazzling suns illuminate the Western Desert with all its glory.
The battle was even more fierce. Ye Chen defeated eight of them, but he was still strong, using unparalleled magical powers, bathing in the blood of the emperor, until he went crazy.
In other words, he was just a lunatic. He was absolutely suppressed, but he still continued to attack. At one point, the Eight Emperors retreated.
For this, he also paid a heavy price. His holy body was blown up again and again and reshaped again and again, and the cycle started again and again.
This was an extremely unequal expedition. From the beginning, he was at a disadvantage and struggled to hold on during the battle.
While he was talking, the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World arrived together, all displaying their magical powers.
Visions of stars being destroyed and the scorching sun collapsing appeared one after another, seeming to represent God's will to kill Ye Chen.
Ye Chen ascended to the sky and traveled across the sky, using secret techniques to fight against each other. He learned all he had learned in his life and severely wounded the Eight Emperors more than once.
He found the mood to fight against the Heavenly Demon Emperor, but the opponent was not one emperor, but eight emperors, all of whom shocked the past and the present, and none of them were defeated during his lifetime.
The war escalated, the heaven and earth shook, and the eight prehistoric emperors were all like unparalleled immortal kings, and every strike was integrated with the laws of the emperor's way.
They stand at the pinnacle of Tao, which is further away than that myth.
Ye Chen was like a blood-soaked war god, fighting until he went crazy, his holy blood boiled, his essence burned, and the chaotic Tao method was evolved to the extreme. For a few moments, he was above the Tao.
The battle was bloody and the world was turned upside down. The Eight Emperors were too powerful and absolutely suppressed Ye Chen, destroying the holy body again and again.
"The divine punishment of the emperor, do we really have to kill the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World?" The cultivators from all directions turned pale and swallowed their saliva.
"Those who defy the heavens need to be punished by a calamity that defies the heavens." The older monk took a deep breath, "If you can provoke the eight emperors' law bodies, this calamity will be against the heavens from the beginning."
"There are talented people from generation to generation, and the junior named Chen Ye has surpassed Ye Chen." Master Jiuxiao said leisurely.
No one refutes this. In terms of performance, Chen Ye is indeed incomparable to Ye Chen, but in terms of talent, Chen Ye is indeed above Ye Chen, there is no doubt about it.
I don’t know what the expressions of the cultivators in the heavens will be like when Ye Chen shows his true appearance at this moment. A look of confusion is definitely on his face.
"Die! Die!" Compared to the human cultivators in the heavens, the faces of the eight prehistoric tribes were particularly ferocious and gloomy.
Every time I see Ye Chen bleeding, I get so excited that I almost go crazy, hoping that Ye Chen will turn into ashes under the Eight Emperors Heavenly Tribulation.
In the midst of the discussion, Ye Chen was injured again. He was removed from his arm by the Armadillo Emperor and escaped instantly, but he could not escape from the Golden Emperor's sword. His beating heart was pierced by his finger.
Before he could take a breath, the Six Emperors had arrived. Their divine powers were unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and their powerful holy bodies were torn apart by blood and bones.
Ye Chen staggered and couldn't stand still. Every blood stain on his body was stained with the laws of the emperor's way, wiping out the essence of his holy body and imprisoning him in the laws of chaos.
He is much stronger than the Tribulation of the Saint, but the problem is that the Tribulation of the Saint is fighting against the four emperors.
Now, it has doubled. He is besieged by eight emperors, and they are the great emperors from the prehistoric era. Regardless of their bloodline, origin, or the number of people fighting against them, they all crush him.
He felt powerless. Even though he had many secret techniques at his disposal, he could not withstand the siege of the eight emperors and almost died.
However, his eyes were firm from beginning to end.
This is his calamity. There is no way to retreat. The only way to survive is to fight. Maybe he can still fight his way out of the calamity of death.
They are not the real emperors, they are just law bodies under the tribulation. They must not be afraid, otherwise they will be defeated.
This is a dead end. As a person who has overcome the tribulation, there is no way to retreat. Only by giving up life and forgetting death can he survive the desperate situation.