"Who is that! Where did he come from?" Surprises and astonishment appeared on all sides, and one person appeared in the room.
"With his cultivation as a Quasi-Saint King, he can actually destroy the palm prints of the Ninth Prince Yongzhu with one punch. He is at least as powerful as Yongzhu."
“Wearing a mask, one’s true appearance and origin cannot be revealed.”
"An extremely familiar feeling." Jiang Taixu said softly, looking at Ye Chen, frowning slightly and narrowing his eyes slightly.
Just a moment ago, his Six-Path Immortal Wheel Eye trembled slightly, and it had never been so strange before.
Perhaps, he didn't know that the Immortal Wheel Eye felt threatened. It was the same eye pupil, but it was not as mysterious as the Samsara Eye.
Also, the Immortal Wheel Eye has been with Ye Chen for three hundred years, and there is some kind of connection between it and Ye Chen.
"I should have seen the face under that mask." The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Lord Mo Yuan also pondered. With his vision and Taoism, he couldn't even see Ye Chen's true appearance. The reason why he was familiar with it was because of Ye Chen's martial arts. Devouring power, this is very similar to the Devouring Heaven Demon Technique, exactly the same.
"Very familiar." Phoenix and Yaochi Fairy Mother also whispered, their pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed and their beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, feeling very strange.
"At the same level as me, when did the heavens come up with such a capable figure?" Long Jie and others also looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, not sure why.
"Interesting." On the battlefield, the Ninth Prince Yongzhao smiled faintly, looked at it with interest, and licked his scarlet tongue. There was excitement in his eyes. Here comes someone who can fight.
Ye Chen ignored it, dragged the crumbling little ape emperor, crushed the elixir into pieces, and blended it into the little ape emperor's body.
Then there was the majestic essence, which was instilled crazily. The little ape emperor was too seriously injured, and his soul had been seriously affected.
"Monkey." In the copper furnace, Kui Niu's eyes were red and filled with tears. A great reincarnation lasted longer than ten thousand years. When he saw his former brother again, he was so injured.
"Thank you." Blood gushed from the little monkey emperor's mouth, his face was pale and bloodless, and he was out of breath even when he spoke.
"Brothers, how can I thank you?" Ye Chen smiled. These words were not spoken by his mouth, but were conveyed by his spiritual consciousness.
This time, it is not the time to reveal his identity.
He was waiting for Da Chu's reinforcements, and he had already felt that Da Chu's reinforcements were on the way and would arrive soon.
"Brother?" The little ape emperor was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
"Ye Chen, you're back." Ye Chen said and smiled again.
"You..." The little ape emperor's eyes stood out, as if he had been struck by lightning, looking at Ye Chen in front of him with disbelief.
"Go down and have a rest, let me do it." Ye Chen flicked his hand and sent the petrified little ape emperor off the fighting platform.
"Monkey." Long Jie and others hurriedly stepped forward, caught the little ape emperor, and put pills into his body.
"It seems that you two know each other?" Xiao Jiuxian asked while instilling essence into the little ape emperor.
"Not only do I know him, but everyone here knows him." The little ape emperor also used his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice, and his dim eyes glowed with a bright light. Perhaps he was so excited that when he said one sentence, blood started to pour out of his mouth again. .
"You all know each other?" Everyone looked at each other, confused.
"Ye Chen, you're back." The little ape emperor took a sharp breath.
"Ye Chen?" Everyone's expressions were just like the little ape emperor's, which went from stunned to petrified.
Three to five seconds later, everyone suddenly turned their heads and looked at the fighting platform, staring at Ye Chen. At this moment, looking at Ye Chen again, they perfectly matched the figure in their memory.
When everyone looked at Ye Chen, Ye Chen turned his face sideways and smiled at everyone, showing his vicissitudes and nostalgia.
"It's him, it's him." Beisheng cried, and the mist in his eyes condensed into frost, filling his beautiful eyes. In the haze, he seemed to be able to see Ye Chen's face through the ghost mask, and he was haunted by the unparalleled hero. , he is still alive.
"I'm just telling you! One day, he will come back." Xiao Jiuxian's face was filled with tears, crying like a little cat.
"I have never felt that a person's figure is so clear." The goddess of the ancient tribe and the goddess of the spirit tribe also cried and laughed.
"Okay." Long Jie and the others roared heartily. The depression, hatred and pain of the past two years were all shouted out with this roar, which shook the sky.
Ye Chen is still alive, he is back, and he is still a myth.
The undefeated God of War will definitely turn the tide for all the heavens in the world today. He will use his strength to tell the world that our heavens are not unmanned and will fight if they are not convinced.
Xu's voice came so unexpectedly that all the monks present were startled and trembled.
"What the hell are you kiddos doing?" Chiyangzi cursed. Just after he took a sip of wine, he was so shocked that he sprayed Yunxiaozi in the face. He was a fairy and his face was full of wine.
"Why are you still crying?" The old man clasped his hands.
"What's going on?" Too many people were shocked. They looked at the Northern Saint, the ancient goddess of the Spirit Clan, and then glanced at the Little Nine Immortals. They were all crying, with tears in their eyes.
On the stage, Ye Chen smiled slightly and then looked away.
Although he really wanted to recognize each other right now, he still endured it. Before the time came, he still had to wear the ghost mask.
"Interesting, really interesting." On the other side, Yuanzhu smiled faintly at the prince, walked slowly, and looked at Ye Chen with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "No one has made me so excited for a long time, and you are the first one. For this reason , I decided to kill you."
"You're talking too much, be careful." Ye Chen spoke leisurely, twisting his neck happily, "Perhaps you can tell your last words in advance to avoid regrets."
"With you?" The Ninth Prince sneered, suddenly stepped forward, and covered Ye Chen with a palm as heavy as a mountain.
"Too slow." Ye Chen said calmly, his figure was like a ghost, he easily dodged Yaozhu's palm, and instantly killed him in front of him.
Yong Zhuo's expression changed, shocked by Ye Chen's movement. With his eyesight, he could not even catch the slightest trace of Ye Chen's figure. He saw a blur in front of his eyes and a black shadow in front of him.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he immediately ran away, not daring to stay.
However, he was still slow, and Ye Chen had already swung his hand with a big hand, aiming at his face.
Snapped! The applause was loud and clear.
This slap made the monks from all directions and even the other princes of the prehistoric era squint their eyes. The scene was really fresh.
Looking at the Ninth Prince again, he staggered after being slapped by Ye Chen. His head was buzzing and he couldn't even stand still. His whole face was crooked, all the teeth in his mouth were shattered, and his face was bruised and bloody. It was blurry, the sea of spirits was buzzing, the head was about to burst, and the seven orifices were really bleeding.
"But I still find it interesting." Before Yao Zhu regained consciousness, Ye Chen's ethereal voice sounded in his ears, cold and silent, with supreme majesty, "Next, it will be more interesting."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yaozhu lost his balance as he had just stabilized his body, and Ye Chen held his wrist with one hand.
Then, his whole body was lifted up by Ye Chen, and he was hit hard on the battle platform. The extremely hard battle platform, the smashed gravel flew away, and the whole person was shaped like a pit.
Ye Chen's usual secret method of throwing people is still applicable.
As strong as Tao Zhu, his internal organs were also displaced due to the impact. He vomited blood and had small internal organ fragments. He just regained consciousness and was knocked unconscious again.
This is not over yet, Ye Chen's energy and blood are rising like fire, his waist and horse are united, and he lifts up the Ninth Prince again.
Next, under the Zhutian Mountain, there were all banging sounds, slow and rhythmic. It was the sound of the ninth prince Yongzhu coming into contact with the battle platform. Every time he was hit on the battle platform, there would be a boom, which was definitely powerful enough. .
The monks from all directions opened their mouths slightly when they saw it. They had seen people fighting before, but they had never seen anyone doing it like this. They didn't have any secret skills. They just saw people being thrown, and they were thrown harder every time.
Every time they fell, their hearts would thump. Not to mention being thrown, just looking at it made it fucking hurt.
"Why don't you be so fierce?" The young monks swallowed their saliva fiercely, watching with fear and fear. They were so angry.
"Whose talent is so tough? It's a bit scary."
"This is the first time I've seen such a fight. It's really eye-catching."
"It's rare to see a prehistoric prince being beaten. This must be filmed." A group of unreliable old masters have taken out the memory crystals and made rubbings one by one, not missing any scene.
"Throw it down, throw him to death." The Little Ape Emperor, Long Jie and the others were gathered under the fighting platform, each one getting more excited than the other and howling louder than the other, as if they were beaten to death.
Even the Little Nine Immortals were dancing with their little fists, like elves picking them up to dance, cheering for Ye Chen.
Facts have proved that they really can't hold up the scene of the world, and Ye Chen still needs to do such pretentious technical work.
Facts have also proved that Ye Chen is pretty good at pretending. His secret skills are useless and he just throws him down simply and roughly.
"When did such a person appear in the heavens?" The princes of the prehistoric era all narrowed their eyes and peeked at Ye Chen. However, they used many secret techniques, but they still couldn't see through Ye Chen's true appearance and bloodline origin. Also covered up.
"Yao Zhu, this loser, was careless and was taken advantage of." The Ninth Prince Taotie sneered, raising his chin extremely high, with an arrogant look on his face, and did not take Ye Chen seriously.
"This time, it's really interesting." A group of princes from the ancient times were lying on their backs, smiling quietly. They were all self-reliant and powerful, claiming that they were invincible at the same level, and their arrogance and arrogance were boundless.
In the discussion, the banging and booming sounds were even louder.
Yuzhu was still being thrown. The dignified ninth prince of the Yuzhu clan, with a domineering bloodline, had already been thrown out of his human form.
Ye Chen was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened. He raised and lowered his hands, each time he started to move more quickly.
This is also due to the physical strength of Yaozhu. If it were an ordinary person, he would have become a pile and die quickly.
Ying Zhuo was completely stunned. After being slapped by Ye Chen, his head was buzzing. He was completely knocked out of his mind and his soul was almost thrown out.
"Bastard." The quasi-emperor Yaozhu, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't see it anymore. He rushed out of nothingness, carrying a monstrous murderous aura. Every trace of it could crush the vast sky. His old eyes were blood red and full of ferocity. Sex is like a devil.
"What did you do?" Seeing Yaozhu appear, the barbarian quasi-emperor cursed, his big eyes shining brightly.
"Junior fight, what's the matter with you?" The quasi-emperor of the Wu clan also walked out, with the sound of the heavenly sound resounding in his body, overflowing with imperial power, and one glance showed that he was carrying the ultimate imperial weapon.
"If the young one can't do it, then the old one will come up and bully me. No one in the world?" The Holy Ape Emperor sneered. He stood side by side with the two quasi-emperors of the Wu tribe and the barbarians. The iron rods in their hands were the soldiers of the Jidao Emperor, fighting against the Holy Emperor. His natal weapon is the mighty emperor.
"If you want to fight, then let's start a war." Emperor Zhun Zhu shouted violently.
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