As the killing array failed to hit, more and more people were affected and turned into blood fog. Among them, there were some great saints who blocked the space and seemed to be useless.

"Asshole." When the leaders of all ethnic groups were angry, they all hung magic weapons on their heads and attacked and killed them.

"Those who stand in my way will die." Ye Chen shouts sonorously, confining the foreign minister bully body, holding a sword, all the way to kill, regardless of who is who, to cut watermelon, all the way to kill.

"Suppress it for me." A great sage of Taowu killed him and urged a divine seal to come from the sky. The seal was as heavy as a mountain. Before it really fell, the space collapsed.

"Go away." Ye Chen is cold hum, a slap swung over that God seal.

"Out." Ji ningshuang killed Taowu with a sword.

"Die!" Hundreds of great saints were surrounded by hundreds of great saints, and hundreds of magic weapons were connected in the sky. The crushed stars were blown out, and all of them were cast with divine iron, which outlined the vision of destruction.

Ye Chen transits chaos, cage dusk he and Ji coagulate frost, to defend.

Hundreds of magic weapons fell down, and the chaos world fell apart, but failed to break through.

At this moment, Ji ningshuang opened the external Secretary of yaochi, blessed the soldiers to be emperor, swept 100 magic weapons with one hand, and even hundreds of great saints were shocked to vomit blood and retreat. Her face was full of shock.

Beat back a hundred saints, two people did not stop, straight to the east to kill.

"Little king, where to go The poor and strange people, a quasi emperor, drank violently and swept the sky with bloody evil spirits. The extraordinary emperor covered the sky with one hand, and the dead Dao was flying in the air.

This time, change Ji congshuang, a palm across the air shot, breaking the palm print.

Otherwise, with tacit understanding, ye Chen started to attack at the moment when she made a move. She made a record of eight wasteland and cut back the poverty and strangeness, but still had not stabilized her heel. Ji ningshuang arrived again, pointed to the divine awn, and poked a dense blood hole into his chest. The emperor Daoxian method severely damaged Daogen.

To this end, they also paid the price of blood. Ye Chen was hit by the quasi emperor's instrument, and the holy body was split in half. Ji ningshuang's shoulder was hit by an arrow, and the blood of the immortal body was dyed red and white immortal clothes.

"Kill." The flood and famine army came from all directions, like a raging wave, trying to submerge them.

"Go away." Ye Chen is still strong and domineering. He has no moves to speak of and chop at random.

Ji ningshuang is also crisp and agile. He opens the magic road of the road and steps on blood.

One way out.

However, although they were strong, they couldn't hold each other, and they often talked about blood.

There are thousands of quasi emperor's wares guarding the sky in all directions. The sky is completely closed.

It was a black Wang. Yang, as much as 50 million yuan, like a black curtain, covering the vast starry sky, and no light could be seen again. The faces were ferocious, like evil spirits. Their fangs were exposed, and the light of the forest was shining. A pair of red eyes were full of tyrannical light.

Compared with the famine, ye Chen and Ji coagulate them, just like two grains of dust.

However, although they are small, they are extremely dazzling in the dark Wang. Yang, one is like the God of war of the eight wastelands, with golden mansions everywhere, and the other is like the queen of the world. They are gorgeous and gorgeous. The vast starry sky is dyed scarlet by blood mist.

Gudong!

All the people in the cauldron all swallowed their saliva. They were so surprised that they could not speak.

In the northern starry sky, the portal of emperor's road was revealed. People poured out like a tide. The monks of xuanhuang arrived first. You can see this scene. No matter the elder or the younger, they almost fell into the starry sky.

"At least 50 million!" The little ape emperor ascended high and looked far away, and his eyes were straight.

"It's true. It's getting more and more dynamic every time." Kui Niu tongue.

"It's really yaochi. She's still alive." The southern emperor's eyes are like torches. In the sea of people, he found the beautiful shadow. He was fighting with Ye Chen in the flood and famine army.

"It's clear that it's dead. Why is it alive again?" The little nine immortals scratched his head.

"It's weird." The emperor and xizun murmured, but they didn't understand.

"You're still as gorgeous as that." Longjie's smile, some vicissitudes.

"You've never seen me like that." The goddess of the spirit clan was full of resentment and turned a white eye on the Dragon robbery. "Do you know that you are married? Do you know that she is someone else's wife?"

"Yes." The Dragon snatched a dry cough.

At this time, the eyes of the witch god child will get angry, while the ancient goddess, however, is still a bunch of children, thanks to the death of the barbarian God son, otherwise it will be more lively.

Or the North Saint focus, no words and no language, only to see ye Chen, see the trance.

As he spoke, a few more domain gates appeared, and the emperor's son level also arrived.

"It's really ironic that 50 million people are surrounded by two people to build." Fengyu, the son of the Qing emperor, couldn't help laughing. He was full of anger. He had such fighting power. When the demons invaded, they would not be able to get out. The people who beat the sky were fierce.

"The Eastern god of xuanhuang is still alive." The emperor's son sighs in the sun."He is more powerful than he was then." The emperor left the wind in the sky and exclaimed.

"It has surpassed the rank of emperor and son, and the level of absolute young emperor." A lot of emperors took a breath. In this era, there are really plenty of demons, not one or two. Miraculously, they are one family. If we say that some people become emperors in this era, they are the most hopeful.

"Oh, my brothers are here." Song Yu, the king of Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and the sun and moon god, who were not the sons of the great emperor, were forced into the emperor's heap. At first glance, there was no sense of disobedience. In terms of their fighting power, they were not weak, and the most important thing was that they were self-motivated.

"You can bring the emperor's utensils." They both held hands and glanced at the emperors.

"The frenzy of looting is not over. Who dares to move the emperor's troops in vain?" Tianshuo long road.

Two people dry cough, but forget this stubble.

All the emperors and sons did not speak any more and just watched quietly. No matter the little ape emperor and others, or even them, were just watching the war. They didn't mean to help in the war. They seemed to come to see a play.

According to their understanding of Ye Chen, it's strange that so many people from all over the world have gathered together, with a team of 50 million people. It's strange that there is no big movement. The so-called big news must be a disaster.

More teleportation gates are manifest from all sides of the sky.

The sound of tongue thumping, shock, and sobbing formed a sea tide. Although it was a little unexpected, it was expected that the ancient holy body of the wasteland came into the world again. However, I really couldn't think of Ji ningshuang. All of them were dead. Why did they live again? It was exactly the same as ye Chen in those years.

No one in their family will die? Such a sentence echoes in the hearts of the world.

But for the Honghuang clan, Renxiu is full of resentment. The typical nest is horizontal, and the soldiers are strong. There is a kind of way to do with the demons! If the devil comes back, you can hide quickly.

The later comers are all in a good posture to watch a big play. They don't have the posture to help. Um... They came all the way to see the performance.

Every time I meet the flood and famine, I can't rush forward. Even if I'm not destroyed by the Honghuang clan, I'll be killed by the natural calamity. Ye Chen's careful thinking of the holy body makes everyone clear.

People have been cultivating their families, but the great families in Honghuang are a little fascinated by the authorities. They rush forward with their lives and cut off the ancient holy body, but they can make a king.

Or how to say, the brain is not easy to use?

In other words, they don't have a long memory. If they don't have a long memory, they will learn everything from the tuition fees and blood. This ancient holy body will teach them what is routine.

A piece of Fairy Light flew away, and the domain gate of big Chu also arrived.

Donghuang Taixin, Yuehuang and the fifth God General went out together and saw the vast army of Wang and Yang. They couldn't help but sneer and cold killing opportunities, expanding to the four seas and eight wastelands.

In those days, the people of heaven and men were so miserable that they did not see a soldier or a soldier in the famine.

Now, 50 million troops have been sent out to kill two people. What a irony.

As the patron saint of the heavenly gates, Donghuang Taixin has a lot of hope. She only hopes that the next time the demons invade, they will also let the iron hooves of the demons travel through the vast land, and let those who claim to be high races see what blood and bone are. It is also their death that they deserve to be buried.

"Kill, kill me."

"The one who cuts off Ye Chen is the king."

"Life or death."

The roar of the wild, like the eternal thunder, trembles the immortal dome.

In the army, ye Chen and Ji ningshuang are still fighting.

What's more, the flood is so powerful that it's hard to kill them. The body of God has collapsed more than once, and his whole body is covered with blood. It's really like two bloody gods of war.

However, their achievements in the war are also brilliant.

The whole world, as if washed by blood, is bloody. Just looking at it, the whole world is shocked.

I don't know when to annihilate.

The flood has not been attacked and killed again. Black figures are everywhere. They are surrounded by Ye Chen and thousands of soldiers to be emperor. They have been aimed at them and are ready to be killed.

Looking at the faces of the Honghuang people, they have twisted ferociously, licked their scarlet tongue, and laughed in a gloomy and terrifying way. In their view, ye Chen could not return to heaven again.

"A group of rats." In the center, ye Chen is staggering, even his hands shaking with his sword. He is really exhausted. His hands are soft and his feet are bloody bones.

"That's enough." Ji ningshuang whispers and smiles.

"Let me see." Ye Chen stands on tiptoe and looks at the past. Naturally, people from all over the world can also see the people in the sky holding hands and waiting to see the grand opera?

"What are you looking at?" Shangguan nine is holding the tripod mouth, also looking at the probe.

"Daddy is counting the number of people?" Ye Ling smiles.

Don't be idle Tang sanshao was very conscious, and filled everyone with a memory stone. He was ready to take a wonderful picture. As a man of heaven, he could not know the urination of the holy body. If there were more people, he would fight to death. If there were more people, he would have to be a demon.Here, ye Chen has closed his eyes, gently brushed his hand, and collected Ji ningshuang into the tripod.

It's too late, then fast. He looks back and shows a charming smile to Honghuang. He has two rows of teeth, white and white. It's time to play trump card after killing for so long. People come all the way to make a pile, so they have to give a big gift, don't they?

"I pinch my fingers and calculate. There should be applause here. Ah, bah... Tianjie." The elders of the heavens, each of whom has become a godly stick, stroked his beard with one hand and calculated with a model in the other.