Chapter 1547

The roaring sound shakes the night and dances with the sound of fighting. The blood color is diffuse, and the world is shaking.

With a roar, a great sage of the Kunpeng nationality was beheaded and his body exploded in the empty sky.

For this reason, the great sage of red flame was injured, and a great sage level Yin Ming death would almost be mutilated.

One great saint was destroyed, three great saints and three Yin Ming dead will surround Kunpeng, the second great saint, the six on one lineup, the end can be imagined, the great saint was dried to ashes.

On the other hand, the holy King level of Kunpeng mine was also completely destroyed under absolute suppression.

The top strong are all destroyed. Then there is a unilateral massacre. How can Kunpeng mine, which does not even have a holy king, resist a group of great saints and King level strongmen.

The picture is even more tragic. The shadows turn into blood mist, and the blood gathers into a river.

The red flame saints and the holy Kings also began to engage in oil and water. All the way, they stormed into the mine. They didn't take anything for nothing, and they could still receive commission after finishing the work. The reward of this ticket is very rich.

The other two teams also won big victories successively. Both Kunpeng grand sage and holy King were destroyed. The rest of the small shrimps, except those who escaped, were buried in the mine. It was a sea of real corpses.

Step back! Ordered by the red flame sage, he was the first to step out of the mine and disappeared in a flash.

Although there are still a lot of ore confiscated in the mine, people can understand that this is a place of right and wrong. Since the task has been completed, there is no need to wait for it. Although the transmission array is destroyed, the Kunpeng people can rescue from the outside. If they are surrounded, the end will be miserable.

Red flame people dare not delay, one by one fly out of the mine, a small transmission array back.

However, someone is still cleaning up the ore and treasure, scurrying around in the mine. It is needless to say that he is Ye Chen. He escapes himself with the immortal wheel of heaven, and many people can't stop him.

This is a natural treasure. At this moment, it is an ownerless thing. He will not be polite and take his life for granted.

"No more death?" "It's better to leave as soon as possible."

"You go first, and I'll be there later." Ye Chen waved his hand and ran into a mine.

Sha Po Tian didn't say anything more. He stepped on the empty sky, flew out of the mine, sacrificed to the small transmission array, and disappeared in a flash. So did other people. They came and went quickly.

In such a huge mine, except for the sea of corpses and blood, ye Chen was the only living person left. Everywhere he passed, no matter whether it was the storage bag or the fragments of magic tools, all entered his pocket.

"I said, you let me go out to help!" The dragon in the chaotic cauldron wakes up and jumps up and down. He likes to dare this thing most. He just looks at it and itches.

"Be honest." Ye Chen will not let him out. The strong man of Kunpeng nationality may kill him at any time. He doesn't want Yanlong to have an accident. It's enough for him to clean up alone.

I don't know when, this guy just slip smoke son out of the mine, is really nothing to harvest.

He left, but left behind a huge white cloth, hanging from the night, hundreds of feet long, on which are carved seven bloody characters: blame your crown prince.

The same is true of the other two mines. White cloth runs across the sky and night.

Overlooking the heaven and earth, the three mines are as if they were washed by blood. The places where they enter the eye are all blood, and there are corpses everywhere. The picture is startling. It was originally a mine, but it was more like a nine hell hell.

Soon, the powerful Kunpeng people came from all directions. From a distance, they could see the white cloth across the heaven and earth, and the seven big characters on the white cloth: blame the prince of your family.

"Asshole." Kunpeng strong like tide influx, but the mine scene, but let people exhaust air conditioning.

The people who came to see the play had already gathered from all directions. Without saying a word, they saw the white cloth of hundreds of Zhang from a distance, and were suddenly stunned, "how familiar is this word?"

"Don't think about it. The enemy of Prince Kunpeng." People from all directions sobbed one after another, "like the prince Jinwu, they are enemies who come to their homes and affect their own family members."

"Is it possible that the seven characters are very similar to those in Jinwu?"

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter." Some people couldn't help laughing. "What's important is that retribution is coming, and what's more, Jinwu nationality, the three source rock mines, how much wealth that is."

"I deserve it." Too many people can't help cheering, "self-reliance is strong, there is no less bullying in the four sides, this is the retribution! You'd better take it all for him? "

"Cha, give it to me." Kunpeng hall, Kunpeng emperor crazy general, angry voice.

"What you did." All the elders in the hall of the Kunpeng nationality were staring at the prince of Kunpeng with blood red eyes, "all because of your recklessness and recklessness, I have suffered a heavy loss of Kunpeng. Six great saints, more than 20 holy kings, hundreds of quasi holy kings, countless people, the price of blood

The crown prince of Kunpeng clenched his teeth, but he didn't say a word at all. His face was full of ferocity. His golden eyes turned into bloody eyes. He wanted the blood of the emperor. He was the crown prince of the Kunpeng nationality. His status was noble. How could he be willing to be calculated.

This is really an excellent irony. Not long ago, when the Jinwu people were hurt, he was very interested in watching big operas. But not long after, they also follow the footsteps of Jinwu, and all of them are caused by him. Moreover, their losses are more severe than those of the Jinwu people.However, there are not many injured people in the Shengzun's manor.

"Well done, this one." Ye Chen laughed and handed over the second half of the Commission, "the red flame mercenary army is reliable, cruel, courageous and courageous enough."

"A lot has been swept up." A group of great saints all stroked their beards and looked at Ye Chen. After they left, ye Chen was still cleaning up the mine. Although it was only half an hour, he might have collected a lot.

"You didn't take less." Ye Chen is shaking his head. He can see clearly that these old fellows are skillful in their ways and techniques. They have not done a lot of sneaking activities. How can we say that they are mercenaries? You can play any routine.

"Idle is idle." Many great saints and kings are meaningful. This time, they have gained a lot, including commission and ore. they are the biggest winners. They have never had such a huge harvest since the founding of red flame.

"Well, I'll do it or not." A fat sage poked Ye Chen, squeezed his old eyes and laughed obscenely, "I heard that there are many ores in the mines of Baqi nationality."

"If you don't charge Commission, I don't mind doing one more vote." Ye Chen is smiling.

"Don't make a fuss. We are mercenaries." The fat man turned his mouth and turned Ye Chen's eyes white.

"Daoyou has other employment tasks. If not, I will leave."

"If I say I want to attack the Kunpeng people directly, you will not do it." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"This is not going to work." They all coughed, turned around and left. What kind of international joke did Kunpeng people want to fight? This time, the whole army was destroyed.

"There are times for ChiYan to give advice." Ye Chen can't help laughing, but also out of the manor, into the street, looking for a tea stand, ordering a pot of ancient tea, sitting quietly.

All sides are talking, one after another, forming a sea tide. All the discussions are about the events of these days, especially the attack on the three mines of Kunpeng tonight. There are continuous sighs and chatters.

Ye Chen is only listening to it, and he is pondering in his heart. Although the World War I tonight has caused great losses to the Kunpeng people, his ultimate goal has not yet been achieved: to destroy the crown prince of the Kunpeng nationality.

He was thinking, how can we lead Kunpeng out, and ransom for kidnapping? Repeat the old technique?

After thinking about it, he only felt that this was the most reliable. As long as Kun Peng came out, everything was easy to say. He had enough assurance to kill him, but if he didn't shrink out, it would be difficult.