"Do you really want the heavens to defeat us all?" The Taotie Quasi-Emperor's eyes were scarlet and his face was ferocious. His furious voice was like a bell, shaking half of the sky to collapse. The evil energy was raging, and each strand was as heavy as a mountain.
"Isn't this scene exactly what you want to see?" Quasi-Emperor Yongzhu smiled ferociously, still being blocked in one direction.
"Where were you when we asked for help?" The suppressed Quasi-Emperor Tan She also laughed wildly and fiercely.
"Retribution, this is retribution." Quasi-Emperor Qiongqi's words were the most undisguised. Seeing that the Taotie tribe was also frustrated and asking for help, but no one came forward to help, he felt very happy.
"Asshole." The Taotie Quasi-Emperor was already angry, but this time he was scolded angrily. He was so angry that he almost spurted blood and almost fell down from the sky.
"Don't waste your efforts, no one will help you." Quasi-Emperor Tanshe, Quasi-Emperor Yongzhu and Quasi-Emperor Qiongqi sneered.
With that said, these three people no longer resisted, to be more precise, the four of them, as well as the Taotie Quasi-Emperor, the three Quasi-Emperors and the three Imperial soldiers jointly suppressed them, so there was no point in resisting.
The four of them were all honest and stayed in the sky, looking coldly at the other big families in the wilderness, just waiting for their prince to be fucked.
At that time, those ancient and powerful clans will definitely ask for help. What the four of them want to see is that scene, which makes the sky and the sky not respond, makes the earth and the earth ineffective, and is so angry that they want to go crazy.
You don't care when we ask for help, and don't expect our help when you ask for help. If you don't care about the overall situation, there will be civil strife.
The other prehistoric tribes all laughed at their cold looks.
They were calm, ignored him, sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and gloated over his misfortune. They believed that their prince was powerful and would not be defeated by Ren Xiu, so they said confidently.
"Tell me, will the great clans of the ancient world do it on their own?" The little ape emperor raised his head and muttered.
"Don't say it, it's really possible." Long Jie took a sip of wine to moisten the mulberry, "The civil war between the eight tribes in the Western Desert is very lively."
"Here, plug your ears." The witch god son handed over a ball of cotton. He was very considerate and distributed it one by one.
Everyone was in tacit understanding and accepted it one after another and plugged their ears.
No wonder they were like this, it was just because the Ninth Prince Taotie, who was fighting with Ye Chen, fell into the sky. Before he hit the ground, Ye Chen grabbed one of his legs and lifted him up.
Seeing this scene, the elders also blocked their ears.
The next moment, there was a roar. The Ninth Prince Taotie, who was covered in blood, came into close contact with the battle platform with his muscular body. The human-shaped pit was smashed out, and rubble fell all over the sky.
"You deserve to die." The Ninth Prince Taotie roared like crazy. His hair was disheveled and he gritted his teeth. He looked as ferocious as a demon.
"Come again." Ye Chen let out a wolf howl, united his waist and horse, picked up the Taotie Ninth Prince, and threw it towards the fighting platform.
The roar started again, and the Ninth Prince Taotie, who was still roaring, spurted blood on the spot, his internal organs shifted, his body exploded, blood spurted out, and his spirit was almost exploded. He wanted to break free, but Ye Chen didn't give him the slightest chance.
The battle arena was bustling with activity, and the banging sounds were constant, each sound getting louder than the last. Those who watched it felt trembling, and those who listened felt like peeing.
"Awesome!" Xiao Jiuxian chuckled and held Chen Yi's arm as he spoke, just like his little daughter-in-law.
Chen Yi was a little confused, and the wine bottle at his mouth was fixed.
Tianshuo and Xiaolu on one side also raised their eyebrows and looked at Xiao Jiuxian up and down. This girl is very self-conscious!
Immortal Mother Yaochi also had a dry cough, and was really caught off guard. She could see the thoughts of the Nine Immortals, but the generation gap was too far.
Helpless, she had no choice but to look at Master Jiuxiao. His precious granddaughter was really weird and shocking.
She didn't need to look, Master Jiuxiao had also come over. He first smiled awkwardly at Chen Yi, then picked up Di Jiuxian and left, "You naughty girl, neither big nor small."
"You said, love has no boundaries." Xiao Jiuxian struggled, but was dragged by his grandfather, and he wanted to run back again.
"That's an ancestor-level figure. Do you want grandpa to shorten his life?" Master Jiuxiao blew his beard and glared with a straight face.
"I don't care, I've fallen in love with him anyway." Xiao Jiuxian puffed up his lips and was pulled far away. He didn't forget to look back, smiled at Chen Yi, and winked.
Chen Yi had a strange expression. The little girl was really interesting, even though he was in a state of mind.
"Here, put this away." Tianshuo and Xiaolu each gave Chen Yi a storage bag, both with meaningful expressions on their faces.
"What." Chen Yi was confused, not knowing what the two of them were doing.
"Share money." The two of them said something, which made Chen Yi choke. The fairy mother of Yaochi on one side was also amused. The two supreme legitimate sons were also great living treasures.
"Ancestor, save me." While several people were laughing, a wailing cry came from the battle platform, coming from the ninth prince Taotie, calling for help shrilly.
Looking from a distance, it was a bloody scene. The domineering Taotie body was thrown out of shape, with blood splattering and bones shattering. Just looking at it was shocking.
"No one can save you." Ye Chen snorted coldly, holding one of Taotie's legs and throwing him to death. His anger towards Honghuang made his attack more and more violent.
"Save me, ancestor, save me." The Ninth Prince Taotie was like a humble ant, his eyes full of fear, and he screamed for help. This time, he didn't have the same aloof attitude as before.
The Taotie Zhun Emperor's face was cold and he wanted to move.
However, before he could open his mouth, the three quasi-emperors of the heavens stepped forward, their weapons clanking, and they suppressed him forcefully.
This guy gritted his teeth. Although he wanted to save him, he didn't dare to act rashly. With his own strength, it would be impossible to break through the ban.
If he wanted to save people, he needed the help of other great clans in the ancient world. But what made him want to vomit blood was that those old guys were indifferent and were just sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers. No one came to help.
The Ninth Prince Taotie knelt down and was thrown into a coma. His soul was torn apart and his real body was also horribly injured.
"Well done." The little ape emperor laughed out loud and domineeringly, his fiery golden eyes shining brightly.
"Whichever way you go, it makes us all very embarrassed to say it."
"In terms of strength, it has to be the Holy Body." Long Jie said earnestly, and even kicked the witch god son, "Learn a little bit, shouting loudly is of no use."
The witch god son had a very dark face. He wanted to step forward to deal with this guy, but was kicked aside by the spirit goddess.
"Who else is there?" On the stage, Ye Chen stuffed the Taotie Nine Emperors into the copper furnace with a flick of his hand, and looked at the great clan with a smile, "Isn't there anyone in the great clan who can beat them?"
"How arrogant." Leng snorted, but before he could finish, he saw a person on the stage. His hair was as long as a silver waterfall, and his golden eyes were bright and sharp.
This is a powerful prince, belonging to the Jinyi tribe, and he is the eighth prince of Jinyi. His ninth brother is still closed in the copper furnace at this moment. Naturally, he must not know about this.
The eighth son of the Jin Yang family is indeed extraordinary. His original bloodline is as strong as an unsheathed divine sword, and his momentum is overwhelming. His Tao Yun is above Taotie.
"Jin Ni is known for his aggressive attacks. Fellow Taoist, please be careful." The kind-hearted young man couldn't help but remind him.
"No matter how strong he is, can he be better than the ancestors of his clan?" Ye Chen smiled in his heart and twisted his neck happily, as if nothing was wrong. No one at the same level could do it.
"You have been defeated by the four prehistoric tribes in a row. You are qualified to fight against this king." The eighth prince Jin Yang said calmly, raising his chin extremely high, not even looking at Ye Chen, and looking sternly.
"The four previous ones also spoke as arrogantly as you." Ye Chen looked leisurely and patted the dust on his shoulders.
"Are four trashes comparable to this king?" The Eighth Prince Jin Yang sneered, his aura instantly reached its peak, he pressed a big seal with his hand, evolved his magical power, and attacked Ye Chen directly.
His movement skills are as fast as thunder, and his attacks are indeed domineering.
He is truly like an unparalleled divine sword, incomparable to the point of destroying everything. The space in front of it is like a piece of white paper.
"It's like this, let's test the firepower." Ye Chen stepped forward instead of retreating, and the nine realms and eight wastelands instantly merged into one.
Punch and palm collided, there was a thunderous explosion, a layer of halo spread, and the space crushed along the way collapsed inch by inch.
Looking at the two sides again, Jin Yang's palm exploded, but the blood immediately flowed back, the scar healed, and the recovery power was extremely terrifying.
Ye Chen's fist was also cracked, stained with the blood of Jin Ni and the Holy Body, and his recovery power was not limited, and he recovered instantly.
After a hard blow, the two were evenly matched, with neither victory nor defeat. The brief confrontation was only a test, not an all-out effort.
"There are two brushes." Ye Chen smiled. The one in front of him was much stronger than the previous four, but compared with him, he was still one level behind. It was like beating him for fun.
"Ant." The corner of Jin Yang's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled playfully. After a test, he found ancient divine patterns carved between his eyebrows, and his combat power reached the top of the peak.
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared, and there was no trace of him in the battle platform. Even many seniors narrowed their eyes slightly.
"Flying Thunder God Technique." Ye Chen whispered, a little surprised. At the moment of reincarnation, he could see most clearly that what the eighth prince Jin Yang used was the Flying Thunder God Technique of the Nirvana Divine Body.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he escaped in an instant, looking like a ghost and erratic, making it difficult for the elders to find his trace.
As soon as he left, Jin Yi appeared at the place where he was standing before. With a domineering strike of his sword, it split the space like cutting tofu. It was crisp and neat. Thanks to Ye Chen's early escape, Otherwise, if you are not careful, your head may be picked off. Jin Yang has that kind of strength.
"I underestimated you." Jin Yang smiled quietly and disappeared again.
"The Nirvana Body is a branch of the Golden Yang Clan?" Ye Chen murmured, and escaped again. He also guessed the origin of the Nirvana Divine Body and the Golden Yang Clan, otherwise where would the Flying Thunder God Technique come from.
Just as he left, Jin Yang arrived. In just a ten-thousandth of a second, Ye Chen dodged it by narrow margins.
"How could he escape the death of Ji Ji?" Jin Yang's face turned ugly after he missed twice, which was regarded as a great shame and humiliation.
"Chase! Why don't you chase me?" Ye Chen appeared a hundred feet away, holding a wine bottle in his hand. Facing the silence of Ji Kill, he said calmly and leisurely.
"I will kill you." Jin Yang snorted coldly, disappeared in an instant, and took advantage of the dislocation of time and space to travel through half the time and space, kill in front of Ye Chen, and slash at Ye Chen with one palm.
"There are a lot of big words, can't you!" Ye Chen curled his lips and dodged sideways. Although the Flying Thunder God Technique is infinitely mysterious, his samsara eye cannot be covered. Even if it is the non-reincarnation eye, with Jin Yi's Taoism, he can kill it from a distance. Miss him.