kill! kill! kill!
The purple-haired old man's hair was disheveled, as if he was going crazy. The dark magic hand grabbed him from the air. His face was ferocious, and there were fangs growing in his mouth, glowing with a dark light.
Ye Chen looked solemn and fled quickly.
Although he left, the cows, dogs, pigs and sheep were in miserable condition. Under the palm of the quasi-sage, they were worse than ants. Before the old man's palm prints could really fall, they were collectively crushed into ashes.
All living beings were destroyed, and only Ye Chen remained in the underground palace.
The old man smiled evilly, licking his scarlet tongue, and walked towards Ye Chen step by step, regarding him as his prey. His steps were so heavy that every time the soles of his feet landed, the ground he stepped on made a thud. He was not a demon, but had already transformed. Being a demon is driven by the origin of the demon.
Ye Chen stepped back step by step, then turned around and ran away.
By the way, he also greeted the eighteen generations of the female Holy Body's ancestors one by one. "You prodigal bitch, you have been banned by me for cultivating me. This is how I, the Holy Body of the Great Holy Realm, was actually raped by a quasi-master." The saint chases and kills, and his reputation for a lifetime is gone.
boom! boom! boom!
The rumbling sound resounded throughout the underground palace. The purple-haired old man who had lost consciousness chased and beat him all the way without paying attention. The stone pillars in the underground palace were knocked down one after another.
Look at the tenth emperor of Dachu again, rolling and crawling, his reputation is indeed in disrepute.
You can't blame Ye Chen for this. Except for his physical body, everything else has been sealed. When facing a quasi-sage who is also a quasi-sage who transforms into a demon, do you have to run? You have to run faster. If your legs get cramps, they will be torn into pieces by the purple-haired old man.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The purple-haired old man chased after him, sweeping away the monstrous evil spirit. In the rolling evil spirit, he swallowed countless creatures. There were fierce ghosts wailing, shrill and ferocious, disturbing people's minds.
"Beautiful senior." Ye Chen dared not stop and screamed all the way.
There was no response to his call.
"Beisheng." Ye Chen opened his voice and let out another wolf howl.
However, there was still no response.
"Xichen." Ye Chen called again, looking embarrassed.
Unfortunately, there is still no response.
The purple-robed old man chased after him and swept forward with a palm. The clever young man Ye was instantly thrown away and crashed through the roof of the underground palace. He flew out of the ground. Then, a handsome little mountain peak was also hit by it. He was not injured during the collapse. It was true that he was banned, but the strength of the holy body was still there. If not, he would have been crushed into ashes long ago.
puff!
Amidst the debris flying, Ye Chen stood up unsteadily, spitting out blood.
This mouthful of blood is not from injury, but from anger. On weekdays, everyone is dangled in front of my eyes, but at the critical moment, no one can be found, and everything is lost.
boom!
The old man arrived soon after, crushed a mountain under his feet, and pressed Ye Chen with his palm.
The palm of a quasi-sacred demon's palm is still very fierce. The void space, which is not solid, is crushed every inch. It is so overbearing that it is not a problem to reach the instant emperor realm.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, stepped forward, raised his hands to the sky, and forcefully resisted the palm print. However, he was also pressed by the palm, causing his legs to bend, and the shock made him vomit blood.
How can I say that he is an emperor? Even though he has been sealed, even though he has no cultivation or realm, his foundation is still there. In this state, he can withstand the palm of a quasi-sage, which is enough to be proud of the heavens.
Ye Chen's resistance aroused the old man's thunderous rage. He opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of dark magic mist, which transformed into a sea of magic, sweeping across the sky and earth, and instantly engulfed Ye Chen.
This time, Ye Chen couldn't bear it anymore.
The devouring power of the demonic sea is terrifying, sucking his energy and blood all the time. According to this posture, in just three to five seconds, his ancient holy body will be swallowed into a mummy.
Buzz!
At the moment of crisis, fairy light appeared between his eyebrows. Then, the seal cast by the female saint was lifted by itself, and his cultivation and state returned in an instant.
"I'm just telling you! You don't want me to die."
Ye Chen smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, his eyes were shining brightly, and the majestic energy and blood surged, gathering into a golden divine sea, crushing the dark demonic sea into nothingness.
kill!
The old man was unconscious and fearless, his eyes were shining with lightning, and he rushed towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen snorted coldly and waved his hands for a while, which trapped the old man.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The old man was like a carrier of resentful spirits, and his roars were mixed with the wails of evil spirits.
Ye Chen was silent and stared intently.
Today's purple-haired old man is exactly the same as Yan Laodao. It is difficult to destroy the devil's origin. In other words, he is a devil who has been completely eroded by the devil's origin.
Ye Chen had no mercy and wiped out the old man with one palm. For the old man, it might be a relief. The alchemist who had done many evil things had destroyed countless lives, so he should be killed.
The old man was buried, leaving only the true fire, which was taken into the Danhai by Ye Chen.
The real fire at the bottom is also intelligent. There is no need for Ye Chen to fool him or the fairy fire to intimidate him. He integrates consciously. The integration process is smoother than imagined.
After taking one last look, Ye Chen turned around and disappeared, heading straight to the ancient city where Situ Kang was.
This journey was peaceful and he didn't see the female saint again. This made him a little more curious about the previous roar. Thinking about the female saint's expression, he was still very anxious.
Is there a strange treasure born? Or, is it the entrance to the ancient times
Ye Chen murmured in his heart, stroking his chin and thinking, he always felt that the latter was more reliable. In his opinion, the only one that could really touch the heartstrings of the female saint was the Ancient Prehistoric Entrance.
As he spoke, the ancient city came into view.
Returning after a few months, Ye Chen couldn't help but frown, because the ancient city was in ruins, the smell of blood was thick, and the surging blood mist could still be seen from a long distance away.
With such a scene, it is clear at a glance that someone must be causing trouble.
Ye Chen came to the sky, stopped in the void, and looked down.
Nowadays, this ancient city is in a shambles. How can it be described as miserable? There is no longer a complete palace, nor half a complete pavilion. They have collapsed, collapsed, and collapsed. The streets are full of bricks, tiles, and debris. The corpses were scattered everywhere, as if they had been looted by a slain god. They were dripping with blood, which was even more shocking to him.
Ye Chen's consciousness dispersed, and he did not see Situ Kang, the woman from the fire domain, nor Bei Sheng.
Without thinking too much, he used Zhoutian Evolution to trace back to the origin.
In the dark, he saw a miserable scene: a red-haired girl, carrying a broken sword stained with blood, massacred the creatures, like a female devil, killing without batting an eye, no matter the creatures in this city, The monks, or spiritual beasts, suffered countless casualties.
Ye Chen looked ugly, how could he not recognize who she was: Beisheng.
To be more precise, it was Bei Sheng who was in the state of the Heavenly Demon. He had been completely eroded by the Heavenly Demon's origin and turned into a Heavenly Demon holding a broken imperial weapon. Who could be her opponent
boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly, there was a rumble in the distance. It seemed like there was a big battle, and there was quite a lot of movement.
When Ye Chen heard about it, he went straight there.
Along the way, it was hard to hide the color of blood. The vast land was littered with corpses, and the blood mist covered half of the void. They were all worshiped by Beisheng. They killed so many people that they formed mountains of bones and rivers of blood.
Damn the origin of the devil!
Ye Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and his fists were soaked with blood. He never expected that Beisheng would turn into a demon so quickly. If he had known this, he should have sealed her in advance.
He walked like a god and was close enough to the source of the rumbling sound.
It was a group of mountains, and one could see the peaks collapsing one after another. Under the blood mist, one could clearly see the North Saint, with his blood-colored hair floating in the air, and the dazzling red strands.
Ye Chen's energy and blood rose, and three or five of them shrank to an inch and rushed into the mountains.
There are also many people in the mountains, both young and old. Their bodies are stained with blood, and they are staggering and unable to stand. Situ Kang and the woman from the fire domain are also there, and they are also seriously injured. Looking at their posture, He was chased all the way to these mountains by the Demonic Northern Saint.
At this moment, the one fighting Bei Sheng was an old man in white robes.
Although he is at the quasi-emperor level, the old man in white robes is unable to defeat the Northern Saint. This is because the Northern Saint is the emperor's son. The emperor's son in the Great Saint realm has broken imperial soldiers to help him fight. It is not possible for the peak quasi-emperor to do so, let alone the fourth quasi-emperor. Zhongtian was pressed down and beaten by Bei Sheng all the way, and his old body was covered in blood and bones. The most glaring thing was undoubtedly the blood hole as big as a bowl on his chest.
When Ye Chen arrived, the old man in white robe was bleeding again.
The North Saint's faint smile was terrifying. She was really like a female devil wielding the broken emperor's weapon to create a blood-colored immortal river. It was a killing magical power that wanted to kill the old man in white robes.
Ye Chen was as fast as a faint light, ascending into the void, his big golden hand crossed the sky, and wiped out the bloody immortal river with one palm. At the same time, he pushed out the white-robed old man with a soft force.
"Holy Lord?" Situ Kang saw this, his eyes sparkled.
"Ancient Holy Body?" The old man in white robes couldn't help but was stunned. He had never seen Ye Chen himself, but he recognized the holy body's energy and blood, the golden color, and the genuine blood of the holy body.
When he said this, everyone in the mountain looked up and looked stunned.
The legend of Ye Chen, the holy body, has spread throughout the world hundreds of years ago. He is the Holy Lord of Heaven and the Emperor of Chu. When the demons invaded, he slaughtered the emperor more than once. He is a god of war, unparalleled in the world. The God of War has created too many immortal myths.
Now that I can see the real person, how can I not be surprised? The Holy Body has come to the Fire Realm.
Compared to them, the smile of the girl Bei Sheng was quite sinister. She had turned into a demon, and there was no sense in her eyes anymore, but only cruelty and unconcealed bloodthirst.
Looking at her, Ye Chen's heart suddenly hurt. Is that still the magnificent Northern Saint? There is no human emotion left, turned into a demon, a murderous puppet.
"Leave this place." Ye Chen said calmly, his combat power suddenly reaching its peak.
The people below heard this and did not dare to delay. They helped each other and exited the mountains. The old man in white robe hesitated for a moment and then exited. He was quite confident in Ye Chen's combat power.
On the mountains, only Ye Chen and Bei Sheng were left. The north and the south were facing each other. One was stepping on the demonic blood sea, and the other was stepping on the golden divine sea. They were like the unparalleled devil and the eight desolate gods of war.
It can be seen that Ye Chen's momentum is slightly behind him. Compared with his cultivation, Beisheng is not weaker than him. The most important thing is that Beisheng has broken imperial soldiers, while he only has quasi-emperor soldiers.
"Such wonderful blood." Bei Sheng smiled faintly, walking through nothingness, walking step by step, sniffing Ye Chen's blood, like a greedy girl, licking her tongue greedily.
Ye Chen was silent and just looked at Beisheng. Compared to Yan Laodao and the previous alchemist, Beisheng had a little more sanity. At least, she knew what food tasted good.
In the eyes of Bei Sheng, he was like a prey, and his surging vitality and blood were the so-called gluttonous feast, which was loved by all demons, and Bei Sheng was no exception.