Chapter 1595

Ye Chen left again, leaving the peach blossom land which does not stir up dust.

His heart, already cold and blinded by hatred, did not hesitate to take his favorite woman as a threat.

He is crazy, the death of reincarnated people, let him can not help but set off a terrible catastrophe, in the killing of demons.

His eyes, but also become calm, no waves.

People who know him know that the calmer he is, the more terrible he will be, like a wild beast about to wake up.

The reincarnation is not finished, so is the enemy.

Such as Impatiens, Xianzu Shenzi, tianshenzi, Zhiyang daoren, and annihilation of deities, it seems that the human world has evaporated, and even the intelligence Pavilion can not find information.

As dawn approached, he came to Kunlun city again.

Kunlun ancient city is majestic and can be regarded as a symbol of Zhongzhou. Anyone who comes to Zhongzhou will come to see it.

It is like a giant dragon, looking at the four seas and eight wastelands.

The sky is bright, and there are more monks around the ancient city of Kunlun. They come in and go out, some of them are strong.

Ye Chen did not enter the city, standing in the void outside the city.

All the monks who passed by would look at him with a strange look. In the early morning, they kept pestle all over the place.

Ye Chen didn't speak. He pulled off his black robe and took off the ghost mask. His long beard was also shaved off, revealing his true face.

In addition to these, he also deliberately revealed the holy body Qi and blood.

The purpose of his practice is very simple. Since he can't find his enemies, he will expose himself to attract them.

Imagine that if the Impatiens knew that he was still alive, they would gather monks from all over the world and kill them again.

"My God, am I wrong?" Outside the ancient city of Kunlun, there was a cry of surprise, and their eyes were all gathered. They knew the honor of the holy body and the blood and blood of the holy body.

"This... How could this be possible." In and out of the friars Hula gathered together, the look is very wonderful.

"He can still survive the great saint's killing." The people in the city were also affected and rushed out.

"I see clearly that the fire of his spirit has been annihilated!" All of them were pale and frightened.

"I'm surprised that this product can't be killed." Someone scratched his head hard. I really don't know why.

More and more friars came and stood all over the sky. They looked at Ye Chen like a monkey.

Ye Chen stands still, like a statue, motionless.

However, his appearance made a big stir.

Quasi Saint level is the first one who can survive in the great saint level. How can people not be shocked.

All of a sudden, the news that he was still alive spread to all directions with the ancient city of Kunlun as the center.

Xuanhuang Zhongzhou, suddenly fried pot, spread to the East, South, West desert, north mountain.

The whole xuanhuang was shocked, and they came to watch.

"You are still alive." A little-known mountain, out of a shadow, blood floating in the sky, a closer look, it is the enemy buried the son of God.

"I don't believe it." In the vast sea, the fairy God son rushed out, roaring and trembling in the sky. No wonder Ye Chen could not find him. He was hiding here.

"This time, I will kill you." In a remote ancient city, a lonely voice rings through the nine days. No one sees him, only hears its voice. It is the silent spirit that appears and disappears.

"Good, good." Impatiens from a wild forest, beautiful, ferocious, gnashing teeth to eat people, not like fairies, more like demons.

Each of the four summoned his followers. This time, the lineup was even larger, with a total of 100000.

Outside Kunlun City, the tide of people has been like a sea, black pressure.

"If you survive, why do you want to run out?" Four directions point to Ye Chen, very confused.

"There are so many enemies. Isn't this the way to kill yourself?"

"Is it hard to do that? If you die once, your head will not work?" Many old men stroked their beards.

"Obviously, it's to attract the Impatiens to come here. If so many relatives and friends have died, they want to collect debts."

In the sound of discussion, the empty sky is turbulent and rumbling.

In the East, the clouds are rolling, and it seems that thousands of troops and horses are fighting against it. The first person is the son of God, who is riding a red flame lion, with a magnificent momentum.

In the west, the sky is humming, and the rolling murderous spirit is raging. The spirit of death comes with flying sword. There are tens of thousands of followers behind him, and all faces are fierce and ferocious.

In the south, the space explodes, and there is a bright sea of immortals surging and rolling with countless figures. The gods of Xianzu are flying in the clouds and rushing to kill in front of them. The Qi and blood are magnificent, and the world is turbulent.

In the north, the sky and night are falling down, and the shadows are like the sea, swallowing the sky and receiving the earth. There is a colorful jade chariot, and the Impatiens are sitting in the jade chariot.

In the East, in the northwest and in the four directions, it was like four dark Wang. Yang, who wanted to swallow up this piece of heaven and earth, had a tremendous battle.

"I'll go, my mother." The monks watching, seeing the battle, fell back in a hurry, and the old monks were no exception."A hundred thousand men, and the battle was even worse." Some people sigh, "if ye Chen escapes again today, I will take his surname."

During the talk, the fairy son, the Impatiens, the burial of the son of God, and the body of the dead god have all committed suicide, and their faces are ferocious.

This empty sky, because of their arrival, was suddenly dark, the sun was covered, as if turned into night.

Compared with them, ye Chen's figure is more lonely, such as a grain of dust in front of the sea, small and invisible.

"It's been a long time waiting for you." Ye Chen's words are plain.

"If you don't have blood to follow the limit, you will be killed today." The son of God was buried, and his eyes were full of tyranny.

"You want to die." The body of the dead is silent, and the cold voice is piercing the bone.

"Catch alive." The Phoenix grinned grimly, "this princess wants to make him a puppet, and kneel down for generations to come."

"How could he have a fairy eye?" Different from the Impatiens, Xianzu Shenzi is staring at Ye Chen with his eyes slightly narrowed. His face is unbelievable.

He was carrying the left eye of the immortal wheel and could clearly detect the right eye of Ye Chen. The breath could not be copied. It was absolutely immortal eye.

"Good, good." The fairy son grinned ferociously, and his eyes were full of lustre and greed.

"Your fairy eyes are mine." Laughing and laughing, this guy is the first to rush out, can't wait.

The immortal sword in his hand is incomparable in seal script. Its power can be regarded as destroying the withered and decaying, pointing directly at Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen's blood robe is strong and strong, and his look is indifferent and does not move.

Under the attention of the public, the immortal son pierced through the ethereal nothingness with a sword, and stabbed Ye Chen's eyebrow in an impartial manner.

Pound!

Metal percussion sound suddenly rings, clang sound clear.

The sword at the peak of the fairy son failed to break the heart of Ye Chen's eyebrows. Even the immortal sword in his hand was broken inch by inch.

"This Xianzu Shenzi's eyes became prominent and his pupils tightened. That was his top sword! Is he too weak, or Ye Chen is too strong.

A moment of trance, ye Chen has raised his hand, a palm cover.

Xianzu Shenzi knelt down on the spot and knelt in front of Ye Chen.

The four sides are shocked and petrified. How about playing?

As you know, Xianzu Shenzi is a saint, and is not a general Saint level. Its fighting power can kill the king.

Ye Chen, however, is only quasi Saint level, which is one level short.

However, it is such an unequal level that the sword at the peak of the immortal son failed to break the defense of Ye Chen.

Not only failed to break the defense of Ye Chen, but also one hand was suppressed. The kneeling speed made people less responsive.

"How could it be so strong." The Impatiens, the burial of the son of God, the son of God, and their nearly 100000 followers were also shocked, as if to see a terrible picture.

"It's impossible." The fairy God roared and roared. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He wanted to break the confinement, but he was too pressed to move. He could only kneel there.

He is a fairy God who is high above the world. It is hard for him to accept the fact that he is defeated so cleanly.

"There's nothing impossible." Ye Chen's light voice, such as thunder, refers to the God's awn, abandoning the immortal god son's Taoism.

Then, with his hands hooked, he picked out the fairy's left eye, and then integrated into his left eye.

Six immortal wheel eyes, left eyes and right eyes, after more than 5000 years, they gathered again in this moment.

Soon, a mysterious atmosphere overflowed from ye Chen's body, waving out the invisible ripple, grinding the virtual sky buzzing.

It was the power of the immortal eye. Its power was ancient and powerful.

Ironically, this gathering is not in the hands of the Xianzu people, which should be an excellent irony.

To Ye Chen's regret, the left eye of the immortal wheel returns, and those forbidden techniques previously awakened do not exist.

Ah!

The fairy gods roared, dishevelled and shrieking.

His cultivation was abandoned, and his immortal eyes were robbed. His pride and his dignity were also gone.

Ye Chen has no pity, even his blood is useless.

This time, he did not give Jiang Taixu the slightest face, even if Jiang Taixu came in person, he would not hesitate.