Chapter 1600

With Ye Chen's roar, the world is also a sensation.

But see his holy body, full of thunder, thunder and lightning like a snake, with his holy bone and blood.

The most important thing is that his momentum suddenly increased ten times, and his blood hair fluttered and dyed with light.

On the spot, five soldiers of emperor Zhun were shaken off by Sheng Sheng.

Many great saints spurt blood and withdraw after pedaling.

Looking at Ye Chen, he has risen straight. His body is as straight as a mountain, covered with golden awns, and his body is like gold casting.

He is like the God of war of the eight deserts. His Qi and blood are towering. He is like the scorching sun. His eyes are piercing and he can't look directly at him.

His eyes, have no pupil, is two fairy wheels, people dare not look directly, for fear of being swallowed.

Zhun Diwei revived and spread all over the world.

"Good... It's a tyrannical ban." The watchers fell down and were shocked.

"It's ten times stronger than before. Is it forbidden by xianlunyan?"

"How could it be that, not the Xianzu people, they awakened to the celestial burial of the celestial wheel." Zhiyang Taoist and many great saints have their eyes highlighted, as if they know what it is.

"I need you to bear my anger." Ye Chen drank violently, and his voice was like that of all ages. More than one of the watchers was shocked into blood.

Seeing this, those who came to see the play retreated one after another. Rao was a great saint monk, and he did not dare to get too close.

Ye Chenrong had a great sage bone, and opened a celestial burial wheel. His combat power increased ten times. If you don't pay attention to it, anything trivial may happen.

"Together, suppress him." The only one remaining in the supreme City roared, sacrificed the essence yuan, poured into the soldiers of the emperor to be, pressed to Ye Chen, and wanted to kill him with one blow.

"Kill. Ye Chen roared and came with a huge amount of evil spirit. He was furious and bloodthirsty, and punched through the sky with one fist. "

At that time, the emperor to be soldiers of the supreme city were broken.

The only great saint left in the supreme city was also attacked by terror, and the body burst, leaving only the original God flying.

Ye Chen will not let him go. He splits his sword, and the great saint of the supreme city is scared out of his wits on the spot.

The chaos Ding is humming, swallowing the fragmented soldiers of the emperor to be in the supreme City, and even swallowing his residual yuan Shen power.

This is also due to his master's cultivation is only quasi Saint level, suppress its level, or even swallow two quasi emperor soldiers, enough to help him all the way to the Saint King level.

"Together." The rest of the great saints, together urged the four quasi emperor soldiers, each of them played with their lives.

Ye Chen does not hide, does not dodge, with strong Saint body hard regret.

The holy body was broken, and the holy blood of gold was sprinkled all over the sky.

But at this moment, he ascended to jiuxiao, and combined the nine and eight barren fists, one blow destroyed the Taiqing Palace's Quasi emperor soldiers, turned over his hand and crushed the quasi emperor soldiers of the ethereal palace.

Not yet, the Cangling palace and the soldiers of the emperor to be were not able to escape. They were kicked and blasted by Ye Chen one foot at a time.

Empty sky is lively, one by one human shadow, one by one flying, one after another blood flower, one after another blooming.

Many great saints were devoured, their bodies were cracked, their blood was empty, their blood was colorful.

"Quasi emperor level is just like this." The monk of the four directions swallowed his mouth fiercely and was shocked.

"With ten times the fighting power and the holy bone of Dacheng holy body, the real emperor to be is not necessarily his opponent."

"In the quasi Saint level, this achievement is unprecedented, and there is no future." I don't know if they would be scared to urinate if they knew Ye Chen had slaughtered a great emperor.

"Spare me, spare me." Many of the great saints are fixed in their bodies, but they are playing with their lives and running away. They are scared at the same time.

"Spare me?" Ye Chen sneers, moves one step, kills in front of the Taiqing palace sage, a sword sweeps.

The three great saints of Taiqing palace were destroyed on the spot.

After that, there is a bloody scene. Everywhere Ye Chen goes, there is a great saint, and no one can stop him.

The screams and howls are all over the sky. They all come from the mouth of the great sage. They are killed by a quasi saint.

Ye Chen has no pity. His powerful and incomparable power has exceeded his limit, which makes him full of killing.

I don't know when, heaven and earth will be quiet, and there will be no one else in the air except ye Chen.

Zhiyang Taoist was caught and carried by Ye Chen.

"Spare me, spare me!" Zhiyang Taoist is full of fear and begging for mercy. His whole body is cold without temperature.

Ye Chen did not speak, carrying him, went straight to one side.

Behind him, the sky was covered with blood mist, the earth was dyed red, but eighteen saints were buried.

The spectators remained motionless for a long time.

Three or five seconds later, the talent on the scene passed the God son. He wanted to follow Ye Chen to watch the opera, but he couldn't catch up with him.

Helpless, such as tide, the shadow had to retreat, everyone, look shocked, mouth are tongue.

"Thanks to the fact that I didn't jump in." One side is empty sky, and the other person is visible. It is the old man who was fishing before. He holds his hands and sighs.Ye Chen's strength is far ahead of him. Even his quasi emperor level, the 19 grand sage level and the six quasi emperor's weapons of war, have to stay away from the edge.

But ye Chen did, only this point, ye Chen will be stronger than him, rashly intervene, most will be destroyed.

Soon, the news here spread all over the world.

Zhongzhou was shocked, and the xuanhuang was boiling. The achievements of the holy body have refreshed the time when people wanted to be wanted.

The night is dark, the wind is cold, and the darkness covers Zhongzhou.

Ye Chen took Zhiyang and came to a mountain.

In the depths of the mountains, there is a secret boundary, which covers a hermit family. If it is not for the immortal eye, it will not be able to see through it.

Zhiyang has turned pale and his face has no blood color.

Because the hermit family is his family. The purpose of Ye Chen's coming here is extremely obvious.

Facts have also proved that ye Chen is not really here for sightseeing. He has swung his sword and cut to the border.

His family's power and power are directly revealed.

"Who is it?" The roaring sound of a dozen people rushed out from all directions, all of them were holy kings.

However, when they saw Ye Chen and the Zhiyang that ye Chen was carrying, they all turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, ye Chen waved his sword, and his sword was incomparable. The three holy kings were destroyed on the spot.

"It's all my fault, not theirs." Zhiyang roars, if mad, the sound shakes the world.

"Since I have never died, why should I leave trouble?" Ye Chen gave a faint voice and put Zhiyang down. He practiced the secret method and banned it in the empty sky.

Ye Chen's words, cold and majestic, ring through the sky.

His sword is also cold, where he passed, a pool of blood, a life was slaughtered by him.

However, he had no pity, and he had a huge blood debt, so he didn't need to keep his hand. These days are disasters.

At the moment, he is like a demon, a demon without human nature. He has lost his mind and only kills.

His robe, full of blood, is like a Shura from hell, harvesting one life after another.

This is a fairyland, because of his slaughter, become bloody, just like a bloody hell.

"Ye Chen..." Zhiyang roared, crazy struggle, eyes highlighted, full of blood.

"You know, your people died because of you."

"Ancestor, it's all your fault. It's all your fault." The world is full of roar, but the people of Zhiyang family are hysterical before they die.

"Ah..." Zhiyang roared, his body burst, his eyes burst, and he couldn't bear the blow.

those were all his people, but they fell into a pool of blood and died of him one by one.

The scream annihilated, ye Chen came back with the sword, the body of the sword was still dripping with blood.

All the Zhiyang families were destroyed and no one survived.

As he said before, he really destroyed the nine tribes.

Blood, dyed red this piece of mountain, really true corpse mountain blood sea, such a scene, let people tremble.

"Do you feel pain?" Ye Chen stands quietly in front of Zhiyang body, bloody eyes, surprisingly calm.

Ah!

Zhiyang roared in the sky, then he laughed madly.

As you can see, his old eyes are full of blood and tears.

He regretted that he should not boast that he was superior. He provoked Ye Chen again and again, so that he ended up in such a way that his family was implicated and his family was directly destroyed.

He is a sinner. Even if he is dead, he has no face to his people, no words to face his family's ancestors.

"It really destroyed the nine tribes." The monks, who were attracted by the news, gathered a lot of them and sighed incessantly.

"There is reincarnation in the way of heaven. Who can be spared by heaven?"

"This is retribution, bloody retribution." No one pity, such blood robbery, all is Zhiyang to find, who is not good, but to provoke Ye Chen.

Ye Chen raised his hand and raised Zhiyang again. He disappeared in the night, one step at a time, which was dazzling.

"It's you, impatiens." In the dark night, the words reverberate endlessly, "even if you go to the ends of the earth, you can't escape the blood robbery under the Tianshan Mountains."