Chapter 1725

"Spare me, spare me." The sound of panic comes and goes, which is the howl of a revered ghost general before he dies.

They are still on the run, but there are always one or two unlucky ones who are caught up by Ye Chen and can not escape the end of being killed.

Some of the spirits in the temples who were chased by Ye Chen collapsed, and the holy body was their lingering nightmare.

"Everything, just wait for yourself." Ye Chen's voice, cold to the extreme, full of magic, reverberates in the world.

He is like the God of the night. Everywhere he goes, there is blood robbery.

The sword in his hand is dripping with blood. Every drop is dazzling. It is the blood of the general of every temple, carrying the retribution.

"The holy body of antiquity, too cruel." All the way along the way, the spectators chattered and watched with horror.

"Feilongming will pit a group of people!" Someone sighed.

There is no one to refute this. Each one touches his chin and ponders. Today's blood robbery is rooted in the flying dragon Ming general.

If he had not been beaten and maimed, the second temple would not have come to find a place, which would have led to blood robbery.

But where do they know that the reason why feilongming and ye Chengan, because his sister a joke.

Therefore, the ultimate source is not the flying dragon Ming general, but Qin Mengyao. A word doesn't matter. He gave his brother to the pit, along with the Ming generals of all the halls.

I don't know. After Qin Mengyao learned about it, what kind of expression would it be? I don't know, which wave did she run with Zhao Yun.

In the sound of discussion, ye Chen is still killing, evil spirit is towering.

He is really killed red eyes, run away from the temple will, one by one was killed, completely disappeared.

The heart of Yama in the nine halls is dripping blood. Every time ye Chen cuts a statue, their heart aches. Do you really want to kill all of them?

After today, except for the first hall, all the halls will wither. How much effort will it take to cultivate new Ming generals.

It's not that I don't care, but I don't dare to manage it. It really provokes the emperor's famine, and it will cause more havoc. The holy body is too natural.

In contrast, King Guangwang of Qin was much more calm. He sat leisurely and drank a little wine. He didn't go to take care of it, and he didn't intend to.

Some individuals are really too comfortable to know the height of heaven and earth. Since they have created a cause, they should have a cause.

The underworld, the land of the dead, also needs blood baptism.

Scream and roar, I do not know when annihilation, give up the killed, the rest of the Ming will, all fled back to their hometown.

A war is over, and the dark sky is full of blood.

In the turbulent blood mist, ye Chen carries a sword with blood and walks on the sky. He is covered with blood, like a god of killing.

Today, it can be said that he became famous in the first World War. Everyone who was killed by him is a ghost general under the throne of hell. How noble his identity is.

Also thanks to the emperor's famine, otherwise he would not dare to be so presumptuous.

From afar, no one spoke too much.

Today, they have witnessed with their own eyes what lawlessness is.

Ye Chen is definitely the first one who dares to kill the Ming general with such recklessness. He doesn't even dare to fart.

Today, they also witness the rise of a god of killing.

Seventy two Ming generals, more than half of them were killed.

The rest are still alive, and most of them are disabled. The so-called arrogance, they have been beaten to nothing, and they have never been able to reach the summit all their lives.

His existence will lead an era, and it will also be a nightmare for a generation. His achievements in war are unprecedented.

Fortunately, ye did not provoke the battle.

Otherwise, they will be the dead under the holy sword.

With the clothes, he ran to the city of ghosts.

His back is as tough as a mountain, and his long flowing hair has faded gold, but dyed with blood red.

Under the gaze of the four sides, he entered the ghost city and returned to the small garden. The evil spirit of the whole body was turbulent, and then he was restrained in the invisible.

"I said," do you want to be so fierce? " He just walked in, Kui Niu opened his eyes, grinning and smacking his tongue.

"Why, not used to it?" Ye Chen can't help laughing.

"I should be used to it." Kui Niu shook his head with a smile.

In the xuanhuang period, where did ye Chen go to be lively? In the East and West, he made a lot of noise one by one.

What's more, more and more dynamic and static, this kind of forced technical work is also done by Ye Chen, which is very successful.

But he still lamented that ye Chen was very noisy when he was alive. He died in the underworld, but he still made a lot of trouble.

It really confirms a truth that ye Chen, the holy body of the ancient wasteland, is lively wherever it goes, whether it is the heavens or the underworld.

Here, ye Chen has taken out four jade bottles and placed them in the four corners of the altar, and then untied the seal of the jade bottles.

Immediately, the four jade bottles trembled, and a piece of Yuan Shen's power poured out of it, which was pulled by him and integrated into Kui Niu's body.

Kui Newton felt the spirit of a shock, hurriedly closed his eyes.

His soul is like a bottomless cave. The whale swallows the cattle and sucks the power of the yuan God. The soul power increases rapidly and becomes crystal clear.The essence of the hall is so much more powerful than those of the spirit.

With these help, he will concentrate in the shortest time.

Ye Chen went back to the old tree, took out the wine pot and drank heavily.

In today's World War I, the fight is really hearty. It's also thanks to the dominance of the body. Otherwise, he will have to kneel.

"It's good to have a tough backstage." Ye Chen laughs and looks at the boundary mountain, as if to see the emperor's waste.

The reason why Yanluo didn't intervene was that they were afraid of the emperor's famine. It was a great God, which made them breathless.

After a pot of wine, he took out a pile of storage bags.

When the matter is finished, all the treasures are poured out.

There are a lot of treasures, such as the stone, the scroll and the utensil. They are all piled up into a hill, shining and dazzling.

"Under the seat of Yama, you are rich enough."

Ye Chen laughs, picks and picks, and takes out the underworld utensil. With his domineering power, he crushes a statue of the underworld.

Yin Ming sword flies out and hangs over it, swallowing the essence of the underworld. The body of the sword is transforming into Nirvana and is close to the king's soldiers.

Ye Chen is not idle. After the underworld, there are many pills.

He is no matter what type of pills, only one by one into the mouth, and only he dares to eat pills as a meal.

The original source of the holy body is turbulent. The pill into the body is strongly refined and blended into the holy body to become the nourishment to help Ye Chen soar.

His breath is more majestic. Every pore of his body is filled with essence. His Qi and blood rise and burn like fire.

Now, he has reached the saint's bottleneck. He only needs a little chance to advance and become a saint.

Xiaoyuan, fell into a quiet, Kui Niu crazy engulfed the power of the original God, Yin Ming sword play children's life to devour the essence of the underworld.

And ye Chen, also in the animal like to the mouth of Dan medicine.

The garden is quiet, but outside, it is very lively.

Ye Chen's name has been spread all over the underworld, streets, street stalls, restaurants, all in the discussion, the sound of sobbing.

Even the bull headed and horse faced escorting ghosts are chatting freely when they are performing their official duties. One by one, they are more excited.

In particular, the ox head and horse face escorting Ye Chen in the past has the straightest waist. We have beaten Ye Chen and hung it.

"Lord Yan! You always have to decide for us! "

In the nine halls of the underworld, a group of undead Ming generals, dragging their bodies, crawling on the hall, sobbing and Howling incessantly.

"Let's talk about it." The nine hall Yan Luo stands in front of the throne, his back to the Ming generals, and his words are flat and light.

"Beat him to pieces." Each temple will gnash his teeth, his eyes are red, and his face is ferocious like a devil.

"What a setback." The nine hall Yan Luo suddenly turned around and laughed angrily, "he is a holy body. He bears the same blood as the emperor, so you can't carry it clearly?"

Yan Luo thunder was so angry that the temple would tremble with fright. Each of them was pale, sweating and afraid to move.

It was only now that they understood who had been provoked.

No wonder, no wonder Ye Chen dare to kill the Ming general so recklessly. No wonder even the ten palace Yan Luo dare not interfere.

They are not not not clear, it is really the brain was kicked by the donkey, they hold themselves to be the next hell General of the yama seat, and they hold themselves to be tough backstage.

Little did you know that the backstage of the sacred relic was even more frightening.

That is the emperor, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, the Ming emperor is also afraid of three points, not to mention them, ten palace Yama also did not dare to provoke.

What's more ridiculous is that they still want revenge. It's really a great irony. They are beating themselves in the face.

"From today on, you will no longer be the general of my temple."

The gloomy hall and Yan Luo's words are dignified and cold.

The temple will, the body a tremor, instant paralysis into a lump.

If they are defeated, they will be completely defeated. No matter whether they are fighting or backstage, they will not be able to turn around in this life.

Regret, the temple will regret, who is not good, but the holy body, at the end of the day, they can not afford to.

As ye Chen said, everything is their own.

In the small garden, ye Chen is sitting on his knees like an old monk. His mind is empty and clear, and he is understanding the spirit of the ancient holy body.

The overlord body is so overbearing that other deities will not be weak.

If he realized all of this, he couldn't imagine what level his fighting power would be. He would be invincible at the same level.

It's not for no reason that Dacheng holy body is equal to the supreme emperor. Every God's collection is a hanging of ox and fork.

When he sat there, it was half a month, sometimes shining with gold.

It's a pity that he didn't understand other natural powers.

As January approached, there was a big movement in the garden: a long cry.

The roar came from Kui Niu, who had already gathered the yuan God. He stepped down the altar and twisted his neck fiercely.

His spirit is bright and his power is surging. If he is reincarnated, he will be born at the top."Not bad." Kui Niu is in a good mood.

Words fall, he then side of the eye, eyes snow bright looking at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen there are also dynamic, dazzling golden God awn, this is to break through the precursor, ye Chen in the impact bottleneck.

"Broken." But hearing Ye Chen's rebuke, the strength gathers, melts into an invisible sword, cuts to the cultivation barrier.

In a moment, his realm, into the sage, a golden God rainbow, straight into the sky night, will be the sky poke out of the big hole.

Then, with the air of tyranny, the garden was filled with many visions, interwoven and danced together, and the sound of heaven was heard through.

Kui Niu grins and is pushed back by Ye Chen's momentum.

To be a saint of Jin Dynasty, it is necessary for heaven and man to decline. However, ye Chen has become a decoration, passing away his own doom.

In the past, ye Chen became a saint at the grand gathering of all nationalities.

If Kui Niu had known this, he was not surprised. The holy body and the emperor were shoulder to shoulder, and they had their own exclusive privileges.