Chapter 1847

"How about acting as the ancestor of heaven, with a high vision." Ye Chen Youxiao, not shocked by this strange thing.

His words fall, then see the heaven and earth change, roar again, come suddenly, shake the eternal blue sky tremendously.

Taking him as the center, thunder is raging in the East, Southeast, north, northeast, West, southwest, northwest and south.

The thunder and lightning, one by one, interweave and fuse, gather into the domineering fuzzy figure, thunder haunts.

Such a strange situation, not only four people repair, even the eight ethnic groups in Honghuang, have also been surprised, all of them have tiny eyes.

All people's eyes, are looking at the bully figure.

I do not know why, their breath, people's hearts shudder, that is the extreme way of imperial power, grinding the world shaking.

"Eight, I really look up to you." Ye Chen looks awe inspiring. He opens his body and fills his mouth with pills.

As a hijacker, he knew better than anyone else on the scene that the so-called natural calamity was not over, and the next was the real punishment, which was even more frightening than thunder.

That was the law of the emperor. He had to fight against the young emperor. He had experienced more than one such calamity.

In the imperial realm, it was the young empress Donghua who fought against her.

When he was promoted to be a saint, he was the emperor of fighting and the emperor of Taixu dragon.

When the sages were advanced, they were emperor Jinwu, Emperor Kunpeng, Emperor Qilin and Emperor Xuanwu.

It is obvious that the robberies were eight young emperors.

He should have understood that every time he reached a higher level, the emperor's law and body would be doubled. One became two, two became masters, and after four there were eight.

If what he expected was right, when he was promoted to the holy king, the young emperor who wanted to resist alone would be sixteen.

This means that God wants him to pick out the 130 emperors of xuanhuang one by one, and this is the end.

"Look, it's real." Ye Chen side egg pain, I do not know who called a voice, attracted all eyes.

Looking at the empty sky, the vague figure of the Oriental heaven and earth first shows the true face. It is a figure of great beauty. The emperor's light is everywhere, and a pair of God's eyes are filled with heaven and earth.

He is like the master of the world, overlooking the human beings. He is interwoven with ancient visions. He is a land of great famine. He is a beast. He stands on the ground. The emperor's law is above the road.

"That... That is... The great emperor of poverty?" As like as two peas, the pupil contracted and the incredible looking at the man, he was just like the stone statue of the great emperor standing in the corner of the poor and strange.

"Taotie... Taotie emperor." On the other hand, there was a sound of shock, which came from the Taotie clan, and from the taozhun emperor. His old body trembled and looked at the Western man in disbelief.

In the west, it is the Taotie emperor. To be more precise, it should be the young Taotie emperor. He looks like a giant mountain with a figure of eight thousand feet, and is like a world-famous emperor, who is arrogant over the world.

"South, is that Taowu emperor?" There are Taowu people exclaimed, tone is trembling, staring at the south.

Yes, it is indeed the great emperor of his Taowu family. The emperor's way is ancient and shining today. Although others are standing there, they still stand on the river of years. A pair of emperor's eyes, ancient and vicissitudes, can penetrate the chaos of heaven and earth at a glance.

Behind him, there is also a vast wasteland, a Taowu, roaring in the sky, shaking the sky is also turbulent.

"The one in the north is the ghost emperor of our family." At the gate of Zhun emperor, the excited old body trembled. In a flash, they almost led the people to kneel down.

The majesty of the emperor is just like a towering monument in the world. The immortal light of the emperor's way haunts the eyes of the awe stricken people. The supreme majesty comes from the trembling of the soul.

"In the northeast, we are the snake emperor of the same vein."

"In the northwest, Scorpio the great emperor, after a long time, we are extremely honored to meet the emperor of our family."

"To the southeast, armadillo, the king of all souls."

"In the southwest, the king of our family, the king of the golden dragon, is to lead the golden dragon to dominate the heavens again?"

One after another, the voice of surprise resounded through the West desert world.

The eight ethnic groups of Honghuang, from emperor Zhun to Tianjing, are all weeping. They are excited by their tears. You can imagine their own state of mind.

If you look at Sifang Renxiu again, you will have a wonderful expression. You are staring in awe.

"Poor and strange emperor, Taowu emperor, Taotie emperor, snake emperor, armadillo emperor, Golden Dragon Emperor, ghost emperor, Scorpio emperor, and the disaster of the dust night led to the eight principles of the emperor's way, which is really against the sky." The soul of jiuxiao immortal couldn't help shaking.

"This lineup is even worse than ye Chen's heist in the southern regions in the past." The old man grinned and was shocked.

"They are all Honghuang people. All the eight Honghuang ethnic groups present have their share. Is this a coincidence?"

"That boy called dust night is more frightening than ye Chen "Little ape emperor swallow saliva fiercely," want to hang so

"Even if he died in the hands of the eight emperors, he was proud enough." The southern emperor took a deep breath and was shocked to his surprise. He was also arrogant. He did not even introduce a law emperor."The gift is so high that he must die and never stay." The actor drank violently and looked terrible.

His words awakened the eight clans of Honghuang, all of them escaped from the excitement, and their eyes became scarlet.

Their faces are even more ferocious than those of the emperor.

This should be a satire. The great emperors of the eight ethnic groups are all among them, but they are attracted by the natural calamity of the dust night. As the inheritors of the emperor's way, they have no such privilege.

This is a shame, their arrogance, at this moment, completely trampled, ye Chen has disdained them as opponents, his opponent is their ancestor the great emperor.

This is a kind of overlooking, just like the emperor overlooking the creatures in the world. Now he is comparable with their emperor.

"He must die." The eight ethnic groups in Honghuang are all gnashing their teeth. The terrible killing opportunity can not be contained at this moment.

Such as ye Chen, once given enough growth in the world, it must be an eternal giant. In terms of the flood and famine families, it is a great calamity and can never be left.

"It's going to be hard." Ye Chen didn't pay attention to his carelessness, and his fighting power reached the peak. Many forbidden methods were opened together.

The battle is the Lingxiao xianque, but the battle is Jiuyou huangquan. He has long been aware that the other side is the young emperor, and there is no invincible in the same rank, only death fighting.

As a young emperor of the same rank, he has to choose eight of them. In this war, he may die.

However, he was not afraid, and he thought that he was invincible. In the struggle for supremacy between the emperor and the way, the Holy Spirit had to spell out a piece of heaven and earth. Before he returned to his hometown, how could he die here? This is his belief.

"Bazun, though surprised, was also expected." Forget the river, the king of heaven stands, long smile.

"In this scene, it's really reminiscent of seeing the eight little guys in the past." Granny Meng smiles at her vicissitudes.

"This era is really extraordinary." The voices of Donghuang purgatory, Southern Ming earth, Beiyue huangquan and Zhongzhou Tianxu are all heard, which seems to know ye Chen's identity.

"Eight out of one is really lively." On the mountain of the underworld, the emperor of the underworld is also watching. The emperor's state of mind also sighs, "your holy body is the same. Each generation is better than the other!"

"He is worthy of the strongest and most amazing, and has no one." Body side, Emperor Huang smile, full of gratification.

The world in the West desert was shaken and collapsed. It could not bear the pressure of the eight emperors. It was so desolate and chaotic.

The flying rule of the emperor's way makes everything in the world illusory. In their respective times, the eight emperors are the masters of heaven and earth, and no one will be weak. The myth of the emperor's way is still inherited, and it has been reappeared in this manner, which makes people tremble forever.

"I respect my eight ancestors. This war has nothing to do with the gratitude and resentment of future generations. Heaven wants me to die, but I want to live. It is so simple." Ye Chen's words are plain and his expression is calm.

With the fall of his words, a bright god's awn rushed away from his heavenly cover and poked out a big hole in the sky. The thunder of all ages roared again.

His form has changed. His white hair turns into golden hair and is full of gold. His holy body is shining like gold. His golden eyes cover the sky.

This time, there is no longer the support of the emperor to be. How much cultivation he has is, how much combat power he has, and his true and genuine dignity.

In this pure land of the West desert, eight young emperors of the same level will be singled out for a young holy body.