Chapter 2242

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The old man with purple hair is dishevelled and looks like a mad man. The dark hand grabs him from the air. His face is ferocious. He still has fangs in his mouth, which is full of dark light.

Ye Chen looks awe inspiring and runs away quickly.

Although he left, the cattle, dogs, pigs and sheep were miserable. Under Zhunsheng's palm, it was worse than mole ants. Before the old man's fingerprints really fell, they were crushed into fly ash by the collective.

The spirits of all living beings are destroyed, and only Ye Chen is left in the underground palace.

The old man grinned grimly, licked his scarlet tongue, and walked towards Ye Chen step by step. He regarded it as a prey. His steps were so heavy that every time his foot fell, the earth would thump. He was not a demon, but a demon, driven by the origin of the demon.

Ye Chen retreated step by step, retreated, turned his head and ran.

By the way, he also sent greetings to the eighteen generations of female saints' ancestors one by one. You black lady, you banned Laozi's cultivation. As a result, my holy body in the great holy land was pursued and killed by a would-be saint, and his great reputation disappeared.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

The roar resounded through the underground palace. The old man with purple hair, who was no longer sane, chased and beat all the way. The stone pillars in the underground palace were knocked down one by one.

Then look at the tenth emperor of the great Chu. He is indeed a great man.

This can't be strange Ye Chen. Except for his body, all the others have been sealed. When facing a quasi saint or a quasi saint who turns into a demon, do you have to run? I have to run faster. If my leg cramps, I will be torn to pieces by the old man with purple hair.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

The old man with purple hair chased after him and swept the monsters and evil spirits of the heaven. He did not know how many living creatures he had swallowed. There were fierce ghosts howling, cruel and ferocious, which disturbed people's mind.

"Beauty." Ye Chen, who dares to stop, runs all the way and shouts all the way.

There was no response to his call.

"Beisheng." Ye Chen opens his throat and howls again.

However, there was no response.

"Xichen." Ye Chen calls again, and his body is in a mess.

Unfortunately, there is still no response.

The purple robed old man chased him and swept him with one hand. The clever ye Dashao was swung to the top of the underground palace and flew out of the ground. Then, a beautiful peak on the top of the mountain collapsed. He was not hurt. He was banned, but the strength of the holy body was still there. Otherwise, he would have been crushed to ashes.

Poof!

In the flying debris, ye Chen climbs up shaking and spat out blood.

This mouth of blood, is not hurt, but gas, usually, one by one in front of the eyes, to the critical moment, no one can be found, all special off the chain.

Bang!

The old man then arrived, trampled down a mountain, and pressed his palm to Ye Chen.

The demons in the quasi holy land are still very fierce in one hand. The already weak void space is cracked by pressure. It is so domineering that the emperor's realm is not a problem.

Ye Chen clenched his teeth and stepped forward, holding the sky in both hands. He forcefully resisted the palm print, but he was also pressed by a palm, bending his legs and shaking his blood.

If you are an emperor, even if you are granted the title and have no cultivation, you can still have the inside information. In this state, you can hold the palm of quasi saints and be proud of the heaven.

Ye Chen's resistance, the old man's fury, opened his mouth and vomited a wisp of dark magic fog, turned into a sea of demons, Xi Tian rolled the ground, and instantly swallowed Ye Chen.

This time, ye Chen can not carry.

The magic sea has a terrible swallowing power and sucks his Qi and blood all the time. According to this posture, his ancient holy body will be swallowed into a corpse in three or five seconds.

Hum!

At the moment of crisis, there was a light of immortality in his brow. Then, the seal of the female saints' body was lifted, and his cultivation and realm returned in an instant.

"I'll tell you! You don't want me to die. "

Ye Chen smiles, showing two rows of white teeth, eyes bright and bright, majestic Qi and blood surging, gathered into the golden God sea, crushing the dark sea into nothingness.

Kill!

The old man had no sense of mind and didn't know how to be afraid. His eyes were shooting at Lei Mang and rushing to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen is cold hum, brush hands for a while, sleepy old man.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

The old man is like a carrier of resentment spirit. In his roar, he is mingled with the howling of fierce ghosts.

Ye Chen did not speak, fixed eyes peep.

Today's purple haired old man, just like Yan Laodao, is hard to erase the origin of demons. In other words, he is a demon, which has been completely eroded by the origin of demons.

Ye Chen is merciless and wipes out the old man with one hand. For the old man, he may be a liberated and evil alchemist. He does not know how many living creatures he has killed.

The old man was buried, leaving only the real fire, and was brought into Danhai by Ye Chen.

The real fire at the bottom is also intelligent. It doesn't need Ye Chen's bluff or immortal fire's threat. It's very conscious to blend in. The process of integration is more smooth than imagined.

At last, ye Chen turns around and disappears and goes straight to the ancient city where situ Kang is.

All the way, Anshan did not see the Eucharist again, which made him more curious about the sound of the previous roar. He was also eager to think about the appearance of the female sacrament.Is there a strange treasure? Or is it the entrance of Archean flood?

Ye Chen murmured in his heart, touching his chin and pondering. He always felt that the latter was more reliable. In his opinion, the only thing that could really affect the heart strings of the female holy body was the entrance of the ancient Honghuang.

Speaking, the ancient city has come into view.

Coming back after a few months, ye Chen's eyebrows were wrinkled, only because the ancient city had become ruins with a strong smell of blood. The turbulent blood fog could be seen from afar.

It is clear at a glance that there must be some disturbance.

Ye Chen stepped on the sky and stood in the void, overlooking below.

Now, this ancient city is in a mess. How can a tragic word be said? There is no complete palace or half complete Pavilion. The street is full of bricks and tiles and fragments. There are corpses in all directions. It seems that the ancient city has been robbed by the God of killing. It is bloody. It is shocking to see him.

Ye Chen's divine consciousness is scattered, and there is no situkang, no woman in the fire region, and no northern saint.

Before thinking about it, he gave the evolution of Zhou Tian, tracing back to the origin.

In the dark, he saw a miserable picture: a girl with red hair, carrying a broken sword stained with blood, wantonly slaughtered living creatures, like a witch's head, killing without blinking an eye. There were countless deaths and injuries among the living creatures in this city, whether monks or spirits.

Ye Chen looks ugly, how can you not recognize her: Beisheng.

To be more accurate, it is the northern saint in the state of demons, which has been completely eroded by the origin of the demons, and has turned into a demon with broken imperial soldiers. Who is her opponent.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

All of a sudden, there was a roar in the distance, as if there was a big war, and the movement was quite big.

Go straight to the leaf.

Along the way, it was hard to hide the color of blood. The vast land was covered with corpses, and half of the void was covered by blood mist. All of them were given by the North holy place. They killed too many, and their bones became mountains and rivers of blood.

Damned devil origin!

Ye Chen's eyes twinkled with cold light, and his fists were soaked in blood. How could he have expected that Beisheng had turned into a demon so quickly. If I had known that, she should have been sealed in advance.

He was as good as a light all the way, close enough to the source of the roar.

It is a group of mountains, you can see the peak, the collapse of one after another, blood fog cage under the dusk, can also clearly see the North saint, blood beautiful hair floating, continuous red dazzling.

Ye Chen Qi and blood rise, three or five shrink into an inch, rushed into the mountains.

There are many people, old and young, in the mountains. They are covered with blood. They are staggering. They can't stand well. Situ Kang and the women in the fire area are also there, and they are seriously injured. Judging from this posture, they were chased to the mountains by the devil Beisheng.

At the moment, it is a white robed old man who is fighting with the northern Holy Spirit.

Although he was a quasi emperor, the white robed old man was hard to beat Beisheng, because Beisheng was Emperor level. The emperor level in the great holy land had more broken emperor soldiers to assist in the battle. The emperor would not be able to walk at the peak, let alone the fourth heaven of emperor Zhun. He was beaten by Beisheng all the way, and his old body was full of blood, and the most stabbing point was that there was a big blood hole in his chest.

When ye Chen is killed, the old man in white robes talks about blood again.

It's like a female devil head, waving the broken emperor's soldiers and cutting out a bloody immortal river. It's a magic power to kill the white robed old man.

Ye Chen, as fast as the dark awn, ascends into the void. With a big golden hand, he wipes out the bloody Xianhe river. At the same time, he brushes his hand with a gentle force to push the white robed old man out.

"The Lord?" Si Tu Kang saw it, and his eyes flashed.

"The holy body of antiquity?" The white robed old man was stunned. He had not seen Ye Chen, but recognized the holy body Qi and blood, golden color, and genuine holy body blood.

When he said this, people in the mountain also looked up and looked stunned.

The legend of the holy body Ye Chen has been spread to all over the world hundreds of years ago. The emperor of the heaven, the emperor of the great Chu, was killed more than once when the demons invaded. He was a god of war, the God of war, and created many immortal myths.

Now I have to see real people. How can I not be surprised? The holy body has come to the fire field.

Compared with them, the girl's smile is rather gloomy. She has turned into a demon, and her eyes are no longer intelligent. There are only tyrannical and unspeakable bloodthirsty.

Looking at her, ye Chen's heart, a fierce pain, that is still the most beautiful North saint? There is no human emotion, turned into a demon, is a killing puppet.

"Get out of here." Ye Chen said in a light way that his combat power reached the peak.

The people below did not dare to delay. They helped each other out of the mountains. The old man in white robed hesitated for a moment and then withdrew. He was quite confident of Ye Chen's fighting power.

On the mountains, only Ye Chen and the North saint, North and South opposition, one stepped on the evil evil blood sea, the other stepped on the golden God sea, just like the demon head, like the eight famine God of war.

It can be seen that ye Chen's momentum is slightly weaker than he is. Beisheng is not inferior to him. The most important thing is that Beisheng has broken imperial soldiers, and he only has quasi emperor soldiers.

"What beautiful blood." The North saint you smile, step on nihility, step by step, sniffing Ye Chen's Qi and blood, like a greedy girl, greedily licking her tongue.

Ye Chen doesn't speak. He just looks at Beisheng quietly. Compared with Yan Laodao and the previous alchemists, Beisheng still has a trace of intelligence. At least, she knows what to eat.In the eyes of Beisheng, he seems to be a prey, and his surging life Qi and blood is the so-called gluttonous feast, which is loved by both gods and demons, and Beisheng is no exception.