Chapter 1824

The starry sky is vast, and the shrill howl is endless.

There is a stone platform in the starry sky, which is 80000 feet in circumference. There is a copper pillar standing every other meter on the stone platform, and each copper pillar is locked with a person to fix it. All of them are dishevelled and vigorous. They are like criminals and humble ants.

Look around the stone platform, a head of poor strange, holding a spear.

Those people were caught by them. They swallowed the essence, disabled their accomplishments, cut off the tendons of their hands and feet, and tortured them cruelly. Their purpose was to force the dust night to show up.

The picture is bloody, nearly 100000 people repair, the flowing blood, dye red 80000 Zhang stone platform, shocking.

"Kill enough people, and you will live." Poor strange smile, fangs suffused with forest light, put a killing sword into the hands of a person, and then pushed it onto the stone platform.

He was a young monk, dressed in rags and limping, pale and bloodless. He dragged his disabled body to a bronze pillar, where an old monk was locked. He was already white haired, flesh and blood, and could not see human form.

The old monk with white hair raised his head difficultly. His eyes were muddy, but he only had a kind smile. "Come on, kid, kill me."

"I'm sorry, sir. I want to live." The young monk's face was full of tears, his voice was hoarse, and he sobbed. He held the sword in both hands and raised it tremblingly, and then he chopped it down.

Fresh blood splashed, the white haired old monk's head rolled down, this is a waste man, the young monk's sword, directly sent him to the netherworld, a lifetime of ups and downs, finally become dust.

"If you want to live, keep killing." Poor Qi showed his white teeth and licked his scarlet tongue. His eyes were ferocious.

"Ah..." The young monk roared, as if he was in a mental breakdown. He was in a state of madness. He held the sword and chopped all the way. Every time he wielded his sword, one of them was killed, including his master, his fellow disciples, relatives and brothers. In order to survive, he had to wave the butcher's knife in his hand.

"The smell of blood is wonderful." A head of poverty, laughter of fun, comfortable suction, is very enjoy.

"Interesting." In a huge jade chariot, there is a young man in a python robe, with his mouth slightly tilted, turning his finger leisurely and looking at it with interest. His purple eyes flash with strange light, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

He is the ninth Prince of the poor and strange family. He is absolutely royal blood. His status is extremely noble, but he is also extremely cruel.

On the jade chariot, most of them were naked women who were trampled to death by the poor and strange prince. They lay in disorder and even died with a look of pain on their faces.

This is the world of the strong, the weak deserve to be bullied, the cruel law, bloody, dark without light.

On the stone platform, the young monk had killed enough people, and his hands were covered with blood of his own race. He crawled on the ground like a dog, wailing and crying, hoping to leave alive.

"Come on, bark like a dog." A poor strange stepped on the young monk's back, laughing unscrupulously and bloodthirsty.

The young monk's face was full of humiliating tears, but he still forced his face to laugh. The barking of dogs rang through the starry sky.

Poor and strange smile, unscrupulous, "roll it mole ants."

If a young monk is granted amnesty, he is really a dog. He is no longer standing like a man, but a stone platform climbing away.

"Next." Poor strange and distant point, point in an old monk, you smile way, "kill, you can live."

The old monk, with blood and tears in his hands, walked up to the stone platform and waved his sword to his family. Every time, he was covered with blood. Every time, every footprints behind him were bloody.

People are howling and poor people are laughing. In their eyes, this self killing picture is really pleasing to the eyes.

Hell, here is the hell, stained with mole ant blood, a head of devil, ferocious face, let people tremble.

"Boring." The poor and strange nine princes with one hand holding his cheek Gang, listening to the scream of human repair, fell into a false sleep, a strong sense of famine, a continuous interwoven outline.

"Prince, will that dust night come?" One side of the old poor Qi, a glance at the stars, have to look at the poor nine prince.

"It doesn't matter whether he will come or not. What's important is that our great people can take this as an excuse to fight against the heavens again." The corner of the mouth of the poor and strange Prince set off the arc of drama.

"That's true. I'll wait... Hmm?" The old poor strange words did not finish then stopped, slightly side head, looking to one side.

Bang bang bang, a tremor, slow and rhythmic, listen carefully, you will know that it is the sound of people walking, maybe the body is heavy as a mountain, so that every time the sole of the foot falls, it will step on the starry sky.

Ye Chen appeared and stepped into the sky. His whole body was full of gold. His body was like gold casting. He was full of evil spirit. Looking from afar, he looked like a dazzling sun.

His arrival, let poor strange eye son all flash light, seem to smell Ye Chen Qi and blood, incomparable pure.

"You are not a man without a name for such a momentum." The poor and strange nine prince opened his eyes, still lying on his back, with a face full of interest.

"My name is dust night." Ye Chen's words are flat and light."Is he the night of dust?" The monks raised their heads one after another.

"It's you. It's all because of you." Many people roared, their eyes were red, their brows were exposed, they looked at Ye Chen with hatred and roared wildly, "if it wasn't for your wanton killing, how could I have come to such an end?"

"Damn it." The Kui ox in the copper furnace jumped three feet high, and his temper came up and almost rushed out.

"It's chilling." Li Changsheng can't help but scold him. Ye Chen is just for others. He never wanted to get such a reputation. He really made life angry and held back for ye Chen.

Ye Chen is silent and speechless, and her eyes are calm.

From the day he set foot on the road, he was ready to bear the name. This bloody journey will be more cruel than imagined. His heart is colder than ice.

"It's all you've done. It's all you've done." Renxiu was still scolding, and the roar became one, and the sound shook the starry sky.

"On a dusty night, people from all over the world don't seem to treat you very well." The poor and strange nine prince you smile, a strong son of TUT tongue, "it is really sad, this king is sorry for you."

"I'm here. I'll let someone fix it." CHEN Ye Dao.

"The sage state, with three soldiers to be emperor, no wonder there is capital to kill great saints." The poor and strange nine Prince got up, full of sigh, poor and strange royal blood, vision is high, only one eye, then saw through Ye Chen's secret.

"Let go." Ye Chen slowly opened his mouth, or that sentence.

"A group of waste people died. I like bloodstain very much." The poor and strange nine Prince grinned grimly and said that, he raised his hand at will, played a ray of divine light, hit a person to repair, that person repair burst on the spot, turned into gorgeous blood flower.

"Monks of my generation, what are you afraid of death?" Not all the people who were locked up were abusive of Ye Chen. They were more unyielding and indulgent in laughing. From the moment they were caught, they knew the end. They had already seen it and were not afraid of death.

"We don't blame you. We are not alone in the universe."

"Go, how far, how far to go, until the completion of the cultivation, and then come back, destroy his poor nine families." An old monk roared, exhausted his last strength and howled heartily.

"Noisy." The poor Qi nine prince happily wriggled his neck and waved his hand at will, "let them stop."

Under the command, the poor and strange people who were guarding the stone platform showed their white teeth one after another. They raised their bloody butcher knives and chopped them to repair people. The heads rolled down one by one, and each one was dazzling.

Ye Chen did not speak, holding the war Ge, went straight to the poor Qi nine prince, this is a blood debt, he needs poor Qi people to pay back.

"Catch the living one for the king." The poor and strange Prince laughed at him and sat back in the jade chariot, reclining on his couch.

As the words fell, the starry sky roared. Poor Qi urged the chariot, incarnated itself, and killed all over the world. It was as dark as the ocean, and the rolling atmosphere of the great famine engulfed the starry sky.

Their eyes are all bloody, full of greedy light, their breath is cruel and bloodthirsty, like a head of terrible demons.

Nearly ten thousand poor and strange collective attack and kill, how spectacular the scene is. Only the spirit of the great famine, it crushed the starry space inch by inch, strong blood, subverted the law.

"The one who blocks me dies" Ye Chen hisses and drinks. His spear is used as a staff envoy. He sweeps the poor people in front of him. He is swept away. He even saves the scream, and his body and spirit are destroyed in an instant.

"Suppress it for me." A great sage, qiongqideng, was killed by heaven and earth. He held the seal of heaven and earth on his left hand and the Yin and Yang array on the right. The unity of heaven and earth turned into infinity, and Yin and Yang merged into Taiji. Taiji infinity created chaos. He pressed down from heaven to kill Ye Chen.

"Go away." Ye Chen's cold chide, nine eight wasteland fist against the sky attack, one blow to blow it out, turn over a stick, blow up the head of the great sage poor, even its original spirit, together with the collapse.

"Kill." The second great sage killed him, pointing to the God's awn, attacking Ye Chen's eyebrow heart, aiming at his original spirit.

Ye Chen shrunk to an inch, dodged the finger awn, and immediately killed the great sage in front of poor Qi, returned his nine God awns, severely damaged its original God, and supplemented it with a spear.

However, the great sage was so weak that he was nailed to death in the starry sky with a spear. His body burst, and the blood was like rain.

the third great sage was the most miserable. Before his life's magic weapons were sacrificed, he was beaten back. The God sea suddenly collapsed, affecting the real body of the original God, and his soul was scattered in a flash.

Before and after only ten rounds, ye Chen even cut three great saints, not to mention the locked people repair, even the poor and strange people are surprised.

"Sacrifice the great array and ban him." The fourth sage, poor and strange, was clever. He did not dare to go up to Yingfeng and ordered to open the battle. He only had to seal Ye Chen, and the rest was easy to handle.

Many large formations were revived, under the control of the holy king, forbidden heaven and earth, sealed the law, and the vast starry sky was bound.

However, the ideal is beautiful, the reality is extremely bullshit, although the seal array, but in front of Ye Chen is like decoration.

Taixu Shenxing is so superb that he has been evolved to the peak by Ye Chen. He has restricted the array and ignored it directly. It is like entering the realm of no one.