Chapter 850

Kill!

All of them lost the chance to advance, and the eight kings of the world were angry. Each of them forcibly condensed the external Dharma, and once again set off a world-shaking melee in the sea of thunder.

They are really angry, anger is only one step away, but still due to Kui, anger eternal dormancy in exchange for nothing.

They are unwilling to do so. They are unfair to God, and they are at the mercy of fate. However, they want to drop the chance of breakthrough on such an occasion, so that they can put down their arrogance for such a poor long cherished wish.

Kill!

Eight kings crazy, in order to vent their anger and unwilling to fight each other.

They don't even know who their opponents are. Some of them just use their supernatural powers crazily. They want to destroy all the people here in the blood, and play a piece of heaven and earth again in the shackles of fate.

Kill!

The eight kings were fighting in the thunder sea, and the eight kings' army was also fighting outside the thunder sea. The whole world was shaking.

At the moment, people's lives are like grass roots. The eight kings' war is in full swing, and their army is also in a posture of immortality. There are constantly people talking about blood in the void, and people are constantly falling to the earth. The corpses become mountains and the blood flows into a river, which gives the heaven and earth a layer of blood red veil.

However, just as the eight kings and the eight kings' army were in full swing, the whole world trembled.

Then, the thunder sea roared, and the Nine Emperor's road turned into nothingness, and the sea of thunder turned into smoke and cloud at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Is it over?

Seeing the thunder sea scattered, the eyes of the four allied forces were all bright.

However, the Bawang and the Bawang army, who were still in the scuffle, suddenly stopped because of the dispersion of jiuhuangdaoze and Leihai, especially Bahuang, who clenched their fists, and their eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

Knot... It's over!

On the empty sky, ye Chen's body falters for a moment, his white hair floats in the sky, and his face is full of tired color.

Soon, the thick dark clouds gradually became thin, until the first ray of sunlight came down, and the whole world gradually recovered its brightness, revealing the bloody world and the devastated world.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Immediately, the four allied forces came forward and protected Ye Chen in the center, so as not to attack the eight kings suddenly.

Go!

The demon king Kui Yu Jiang suddenly turned around and led the army to withdraw from this piece of heaven and earth.

After him, the body of Shenwang and shenxuanfeng gradually became illusory, and the killers of shenzhao followed Shenwang in the first time.

Then there was the king of the nether world. They went the most strangely. The army of the underworld, including the king of hell, turned into flying ash between heaven and earth. The way they left was really weird.

Hum! ~

after the underworld, the demon king, the blood king, the ghost king, the soul eating king and the sorcerer king also retreated one after another, and their faces were ugly and frightening, even ferocious.

However, it is worth mentioning that before leaving, the eight kings would look back and look at Ye Chen, who was protected in the center by the four party coalition forces. There was a chill in his eyes, as well as a trace of wonder, murder and fear.

Whoa!

Seeing that the eight kings left one after another, ye Chen, who was protected in the center, felt a sigh of relief. Rao is now quasi Tianjing, and he is still deeply afraid of the eight kings.

"I will come to you some day." Zhou Tianyi smiles and turns to escape into nothingness.

"No... don't come so early." Ye Chen coughed, and Zhou Tianyi wanted him to accompany him to 100000 mountains? It's not a good place. You can't get out if you can't get in.

"If I'm free some day, I'm looking forward to fighting with you." Xiao Chen comes forward and looks at Ye Chen with a straight eye. He is worthy of being the son of the king of war. He is really handsome. He is not hostile to Ye Chen, but his intention of war. In his eyes, ye Chen is qualified to be his opponent.

"Good... Good..." Ye Chen touches the tip of his nose. Although Xiao Chen in front of him looks like his age, he is tens of thousands of years ago. He feels strange when he is challenged like this.

Xiao Chen left, but Long Teng came over and asked for something directly, "my father's epee, return it."

Smell speech, ye Chen one Leng, "what... What sword."

"Tianque."

"Tianque is the king's sword?" Ye Chen's expression becomes some wonderful, which he did not expect.

"What do you think?"

"What a coincidence." Ye Chen takes out tianque sword with pain on his face. This sword is a good treasure. It is made of divine iron. It is not powerful, but its strong defense is not ordinary.

"I'm a little reluctant to do something about it." Ye Chen looks at Long Teng eagerly.

"Bring it to me." The son of the great king, he robbed him directly, so that ye Chen didn't react to him. When he came to the God, Long Teng had already carried the sky palace.

"It hurts." Ye Chen fiercely covered the chest, the secret way should play the shameless, anyway, we have many people.

"Little friend, don't forget our agreement." Here, qianshangyue smile, has turned away."Remember, remember." Ye Chen can't help but shake his head melon seeds.

"I'll come to you some day." In the distance, the great Chu emperor Yanyao glanced at Ye Chen. In the fierce cloak, she also disappeared into the eyes of the public. The divine posture of the daughter of the emperor of Chu was also extraordinary.

"Old, old." Di fan also set off, with a trembling pace to go away, a little rickety back.

Having a look at di fan, ye Chen sighed, and finally put his eyes on the body of Nanming jade gargle.

She is still standing in the void, sometimes dull, sometimes smart, very strange, ye Chen can break a trace of mystery with the eye of immortal wheel. As Zhou Tianyi said, Nanming Yushu really lacks a soul, and that soul must still be among the 100000 mountains.

"I'll come to you some day." After all, nanmingyu gargle opened her mouth, turned and set foot on the sky. Although her voice was beautiful and beautiful, it was slightly dry and astringent, lacking some people's emotion.

"You may not use it." Ye Chen coughed again. Before long, they would get together again. They would go to 100000 mountains with Ye Chen to look for the traces of emperors of past dynasties.

Go down!

Hengyue real man patted Ye Chen on the shoulder.

Ye Chen did not speak, the color of the joke on his face also dispersed, as if he knew the meaning of Hengyue immortal's words.

Zhengyangzong was destroyed, Falun king died, Yinming army was broken, eight kings retreated, and descendants of the emperor left, but the matter was not over.

Soon, all the high-level officials of Hengyue, Yanhuang, Qingyun, Dancheng and other aristocratic families had gathered in the damaged Hall of Zhengyang sect. Even Ji ningshuang and Yang Zhen, as well as many of the elders of Zhengyang sect, were present.

As for his highness, he tied up hundreds of figures with a bundle of immortal ropes, and he was imprisoned there. If you take a closer look, are they Cheng Kun and Yin Zhou?

"Any last words?" Ye Chen holds the sword in his hand and stands there quietly with a cold look and no joy or worry.

The people who were sealed in front of him were all his teachers' uncles and grandfathers' generation a year ago, but now they are his prisoners. This scene can not help but make people sigh and sigh with regret for the impermanence of the world.

"Did you kill Wu Changqing?" Cheng Kun, the front man, opened his mouth. His face was not ferocious. He was as calm and frightening as ye Chen. He was not afraid of death. At the moment, he had the dignity of a leader.

"It's me." Ye Chen's words are still plain.

"You're the one who made the big three comparisons."

"It's me."

"You also destroyed the army of the two halls of Zhengyang sect."

"It's me."

The two people asked and answered, from the beginning to the end, it was so plain and light that it seemed that this was not a conversation between two enemies, but more like a conversation between two old friends.

I don't know when, the silence in the hall is broken by Cheng Kun's laughter. He knows that ye Chen did some things, but he still deceives himself and wants to be admitted by Ye Chen himself.

Now, he got the answer, but he felt how ridiculous he was.

South Chu has a vast territory; Zhengyang sect, with its rich foundation, was overthrown by a disciple who had nothing in one year. The whole South Chu school and the three schools of the first hall were all crisscrossed between his hands and fingers. This is the courage, means and mind of the young emperor.

Even so, Cheng Kun still laughs arrogantly and frivolously, in order to cover up his mistakes and guard the only trace of arrogance.

He knew that he was wrong, and what was wrong was ridiculous. However, the arrogance of a strong man did not allow him to admit his mistake or show any regret. He was the leader of a clan and once the most powerful person in southern Chu. He could die, but he had to die with dignity.

"If you become a king and defeat the enemy, you will die." Compared with Cheng Kun, Yin Zhou and Zhengyang ancestors were ferocious. Although they were sealed, their hair turned white rapidly, which was the transformation of Tao.

However, there is no one in the palace to stop them. They have lost. Self determination may be their best result.

More than a dozen seconds later, the sealed hundreds of figures turned into dust in the cold wind.

Maybe they are not on the right path when they are dead.

At the moment, only Cheng Kun is still standing there, his body is straight, like a stone tablet, perhaps in his view, his waist has never been so strong as now.

Zheng!

Ye Chen raised his hand and inserted the sword in front of Cheng Kun, "it's a good way to go."

Without saying a word, Cheng Kun gently pulled out the sword that was inserted in front of him. Then he slowly turned around and walked outside the hall. His body was still straight, his steps were tough, his hair was floating, but his back was bleak.

I don't know when, he just stopped and stood high, overlooking the broken Zhengyang sect. Once upon a time, he was the ruler here. He was very familiar with the palace, mountain, flower and grass.

At this moment, his eyes became a little trance. At the end of his life and death, he seemed to think of some old memories. At that time, he was also young and frivolous, and had the heart of a strong man and great ambition. Among them, there were joy, sorrow, reluctance and regret, which interweaved his brilliant life.All of a sudden, he laughed, but he was tired of the vicissitudes of life. His upright body became a little rickety, and his back was more bleak.

Zheng!

With the sound of the sword, his figure turned into fly ash with the wind.

Oh!

Looking at the end of a master sect, the disciples and elders of Zhengyang sect sighed one after another.

This is war. Although cruel, it is very realistic.

Three, unified!