Chapter 1718

Outside the ghost city, there was a lot of excitement, and the figures were next to each other.

In the ghost city, there were few people, so I went out to see the opera.

A ghost general was beaten and maimed by life. It's fresh to hear this. When I go to have a look, I feel chilly all over.

Ye Chen carries the storage bag, all the way back to the small garden.

I'm in a good mood. After a fight, I still have a baby to collect. If someone makes trouble with him again, he doesn't mind doing it a few more times.

Even if Yan Luo is looking for trouble, he is not afraid of it.

In the struggle between the younger generation, if the older generation has to get involved, he will go to talk with Emperor Huang. We are not afraid of the backstage.

"It's undeniable that you can still pretend to be."

Just into the small garden, I heard Kui Niu's meaningful voice. Although he closed his eyes, he could see clearly.

In response to xuanhuang's words, the seventh son of his family didn't give advice on where to go and how about the underworld.

"Low key." Ye Chen, with a face full of heart, tears open the storage bag of Fei Long Ming, and is dazzled into two stars.

The treasure of feilongming general is very eye-catching. There are many stones in the world, as well as many secret scrolls, underworld utensils and pills.

The storage of this product is much more than that of ghost spring.

Ye Chen is very sensible, add soul power pills, one by one crushed, Kui Niu at the moment, the need is soul power.

If not for fear of Zhao Yun, he would pull out the yuan God of feilongming and refine it into the power of Yuanshen to Kui Niu.

"Lao Qi, is Emperor Huang really in the underworld?" Kui Niu asked.

"There's still a fake." Ye Chen a smile, continue to wave with soul power, "the world's big, also really no wonder."

"When you are free, take me to see Emperor Huang." Kui Niu grinned and said, "the cruel man without emperor

"Let's first condense the original spirit." Ye Chen received the magic power, "in the future, there will be time to meet."

"It's a good feeling." Kui Niu laughs more joyfully, has foreseen a picture: Emperor Huang one by one suspends the Honghuang big family.

There is no one in heaven. If you don't come, you'll have to. If you don't come, you'll be the five emperors.

Thinking about it, Kui Niu forced down his excitement and fell into a deep sleep again. The most important thing at present is to concentrate.

Ye Chen sacrifices out of the border, covering the whole garden.

After that, he sat under the old tree and quietly understood that the divine power of the ancient holy body must be domineering.

The God of the emperor's wasteland has captured the heaven and nature. All kinds of artistic conception outline a vast picture, mysterious and mysterious.

Shenzang is like a mountain and a sea, and he is like gravel under the mountain, just like a drop in the sea.

What he can see is only the tip of the iceberg, and it will take endless years of understanding to open all the divine treasures.

Small garden, into the quiet, only the real wind blowing.

The outside world, faint feilongming will have the people back.

Those who went out of the city to see the opera also came back in groups, each sobbing and smacking their tongue, and each one was still in the air.

"You can't let him into the gambling ring again if you recognize the goods." A group of gambling arena owners gather together to mutter.

"I don't think so. Even the general Fei Longming has been defeated. If he breaks in, we can stop him?"

"So it is." The heads of the stage stroked their beards one after another.

Today's World War I is to see ye Chen's strength. The gambling arena can't be opened any more. It's bankrupt again.

"What an accident." On the side of ghost street, Meng Po walked on crutches. To say the most shocking person, she was.

How long has it been since Naihe bridge, the soul of the past has not only coagulated the original spirit, but also grown to such a terrible level that feilongming will be defeated.

"There are many demons in the underworld." Meng Po shook her head with regret and no longer cared about ye Chen's loss of her throne.

As she was walking, she could not help but stop and look at a wall. There was a portrait of a woman on the wall, which belonged to Chu Ling.

She was the last God of Naihe bridge, and Chu Ling was the God of Naihe bridge. Looking at it like this, she felt some emotion.

Sometimes think about it, it's also good to be outside. You don't have to stand on the bridge or feed people to drink the unforgettable soup.

Living for a long time and seeing more, she has already been tired of, tired of reincarnation, drinking Mengpo soup tears.

Forget the soup, is boiled with that tear, every drop is precipitation memory, one after another, back and forth.

Her state of mind, in this moment sublimation, actually in the walk advanced, Saint level cultivation, step by step into the quasi Saint King.

Passers-by all look sideways, look also extremely astonished, walk can be advanced, why do we not have this good luck?

With a kind smile, she understood the cause and effect.

Encountering Ye Chen is the result of robbery and the fruit of fortune. She should thank Ye Chen for taking that step after hundreds of years.

Small garden, ye Chen motionless, like an old monk sitting in meditation.

This sitting is the ninth day. Everything is so peaceful.Until the tenth day, his holy body trembled, his face changed subtly, and his brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes stretched.

I don't know when, he just got up. Although his eyes were closed, he stepped out of the ghost city and stood on the empty sky.

A gust of wind blowing, his eyebrows, there is a stripe Road, slowly portrayed and gathered into a divine line.

Then, a series of mysterious forces flowed out of his body, rapidly sketching out an illusory figure.

No, it's not a big shadow.

Its eyebrow center is also engraved with the same divine lines as ye Chen's.

From a distance, the huge illusory figure, like a hundred Zhang high mountain, stands between heaven and earth.

And ye Chen stands on the chest of the illusory figure.

The unreal figure, like a pair of armor, envelops Ye Chen.

Strangely, the facial features, appearance and even hairstyle of the phantom figure are the same as ye Chen.

In other words, it is Ye Chen after zooming in a hundred Zhang.

The difference is that ye Chen has flesh and blood, but it is illusory.

Ye Chen opened her eyes, so did the giant figure.

Ye Chen raised his hand, and the huge figure also raised his hand.

Ye Chen takes a step, so does the giant figure.

To put it bluntly, Pang's shadow and ye Chen's actions are synchronized and integrated. Ye Chen does whatever he does.

even when ye Chen smiles, he laughs. Ye Chen's hair floats slightly, and his unreal hair floats slightly.

This is one of the ancient holy body God collections, its name: Ba ti.

This is an absolute defense. If you want to hurt him, you must first attack the overlord figure wrapped in him.

This shencang is also called absolute attack. Ye Chen attacks, he also attacks, and the power is magnified.

"That's good." Ba neck, twist the body, also twist the body.

"Standing high means seeing far away." Ye Chen steps and walks in the empty sky, looking around in all directions.

The bully figure is also walking, just like Ye Chen, looking around in all directions, with huge soles. Every time it falls, the earth is shaking and pounding.

Passing by a towering ancient tree, ye Chen directly explored his hand.

Although the ancient trees are big, they look like grass in front of the domineering figures. When two fingers are clamped, they are uprooted.

Walking, ye Chen's hand turned out a sword.

At the same time, a sword appeared in the hand of the bully figure. It was only illusory, but it was much larger than that in Ye Chen's hand, at least 20-30 Zhang.

Ye Chen began to make a fuss and danced with his sword.

The bully figure is really synchronized with his movements.

If you look at it from afar, you will see an illusory giant. If you don't pay attention, you will flatten the surrounding mountains.

"I... I'll go, my mother. Then... What's that?"

Passing by the kids, a face muddled looking at that side.

Illusory, is that a ghost? But it's too big.

In the middle of the night, he carried a huge and illusory sword and waved it to and fro, jumping up and down. It was very dynamic.

More and more people gathered, just as many ghost cities.

Too many people raised their heads and looked at that side.

"It's still illusory to see such a big man coming out."

"Is it a ghost? I've never seen such a big ghost. "

"Did you ever find that the man... Looks familiar."

"as like as two peas," but the same is true of the holy body, but what is this magical power?

"What are you looking at?" See many people, ye Chen howled a voice.

His voice, the sound wave is very big, such as eternal thunder, swing space distortion, collapse one mountain after another.

All said, he did what the bully figure did. He howled, that is, the bully figure howled.

If you're a big man, you'll have a loud voice!

This is the blessing of combat power. He has a small voice, but a bully has a big voice! It's a figure of a hundred feet in size.

The picture is a little awkward. The big ghost, the little ghost and the ghost king are falling. There are many ghosts and their heads are buzzing.

"What a surprise to me. It took only nine days to open the super sports." On the top of the world's hell mountain, the emperor of the underworld laughs, "the emperor's wasteland, you are a line of ancient saints, but also a lot of talented people."

"He'll be the most amazing of all, none of them." Emperor Huang smile, saintly ancestors, full of joy.