Hum! Hum! Hum!
With the roar of the war, one after another in the starry sky.
Ye Chen that bright god awn, hot and bright, shuttle in it.
Kill!
War!
In his ear, he could not feel the sound of killing. Across the space passage, he could see the fierce war, the fire and smoke of war, the bloody battlefield, and the bloody monks in the sky. Almost every battlefield was defeated and defeated again and again. He was beaten back and back again by the army of famine. There were many people he knew well.
However, this time, he did not fight to help, still shuttling in the Yumen channel.
The tenth emperor of the state of Chu was not a perfect sage. He also had selfish intentions. He had to rush to save his wife and children. He only wanted them to live well.
Once again, he felt helpless, and felt his own strength was small.
This war swept through the whole world and countless battlefields. Even if he had the fighting power against the heaven, he was also lack of skills. If he could save others, he could not save his wife and children. If he went to save his wife and children, he could not reach out to others. No matter what choice he made, someone would die.
"Boss, I can't hold on."
He yelled again, in a rather hasty tone.
Ye Chen still did not speak. The blood streaks in his eyes made his eyes scarlet, and his whole body was full of divine brilliance. With the connection between his own dignity and his own body, ye Chen frantically passed on his fighting power in order to win precious time for him.
It's a pity that Fen Shen is no more than Dharma body and Dao body. It can't bear much of his fighting power. His strength is very limited. It's really difficult to let one of them support the arrival of the emperor.
Kill!
He's fighting all the way, a little bit of his own strength.
Go to see the starry sky. It is dark and dark, and the blood is dark. There are few friars in the sky, but the flood and famine army is like Wang. Yang. They swallow up the heaven and earth all the way, and too many creatures are swallowed up.
"Catch the living, catch the living for me."
The emperors of all nationalities in Honghuang, standing on jade chariots, crazily waving their swords, pointed to one side.
There, more than a dozen beautiful images, all stained with blood, draw out a beautiful scenery. It is Chu Xuan and her, surrounded by the great army of the great famine.
As ye Chen's enemy, how could the Honghuang emperors not recognize Chu Xuan and them as holy bodies' wives? For this reason, the number of Honghuang strongmen gathered in the starry sky was far more than that in other battlefields. Their purpose was obvious. They wanted to capture the wife and children of the holy body and coerce Ye Chen. This opportunity would be once in a blue moon.
"Hold on, I'm coming."
Ye Chen separated himself with a bloody sword and rushed to the front. He was like a crazy madman, regardless of the cost.
"Dad, I miss you." Ye Ling laughs wearily and lies powerless on the back of Tang San Shao. In the past, the little demon king of the past is also depressed. Although it is amazing, it is difficult to resist the attack of the old generation. He is seriously injured, and his eyes are very dim.
"Don't be afraid of linger. There's me."
Tang San Shao looks more crazy than ye Chen. He has opened the blood limit more than once. His long hair is as black as the eyes of a black hole, and even the blood flowing is painted black. The whole body is full of evil spirits. Although people are black, they are like a demon God.
In terms of ordinary combat power, Zhu Tian may not be ranked as the younger generation, but in terms of special conditions, such as this immortal without injury, Zifu immortal body and Daoyuan God body are not his opponents.
Yes, Yang Lan is on the back.
The son of the holy body also inherits the divine power of his father. There is no match for heaven's punishment and thunder tyrant. Every time there is an attack, there will be a lot of people buried in the wilderness. His back looks like Ye Chen, the same bloody, the same iron bone clank, stepping on the sea of corpses and blood all the way, and never disgrace his father's reputation.
"Sister."
Chu Ling's call was filled with choking, blood and tears on their faces. On the one hand, they waved the immortal sword, and on the other hand, they looked back. It was Wang. Yang's boundless sea of people, with a bloody shadow, white hair, and blood again and again.
That's Chu Xuan. It was she who gave them the immortals.
And she, however, is deeply trapped in the flood and famine siege, no accident, she will be buried in it.
"Ye Chen, please, come on!"
Chu Ling's eyes were whirling with tears, which blurred her vision. It was hard to see Chu Xuan's figure. Nanming Yu washed them with tears. Since they went to the battlefield, they had never lost anyone to Ye Chen, and they became famous as a saint.
But this time, they were defeated. There were too many armies.
"Boss, I can't hold on."
Ye Chen's wail still comes from his soul, carrying a touch of sadness. He plunges into the great army of the flood and wasteland, explodes his body with a bang, and blows out a bloody road for Chu Ling. He is just a separate body, unable to bear the powerful fighting power of his father. Even if he does not explode himself, he will be supported by the majestic force until it is destroyed.
Because of his self explosion, because of that blood route, Chu Ling and they finally managed to get out of the encirclement.
"Chase."
"Catch alive."When ye Chen couldn't kill Ye Chen, he had to catch his wife and children and threaten others. They often did it. The picture of the ancient holy body crawling like a dog should be very eye-catching.
Hum!
In front of him, a world of open doors appears, rolling Qi and blood, which is unmatched.
"Damn it."
No human shadow, first heard the curse, the little ape emperor carrying the iron bar, from the inside rushed out.
Together with Kui Niu, Nan Di, Xi Zun.
Their battlefield, which is close to the battlefield, all came to help.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
After the first Yumen, there was a constant buzzing. Suddenly, the doors of the gate were raised. The vast army of Wu came out of the gate. All of them were monks from all over the world.
Kill!
When the armies of the heavens arrived, they attacked the great wilderness. There was no madness, only more madness. The old generation and the younger generation were all like this, one after another, one after another.
Ye Chen saved the heaven more than once. It was a great kindness. In any case, he had to protect his wife and children before he came.
"Damn it."
Kui Niu scolded her. Her eyes were like torches, but her face was very ugly. It seemed that she had seen Chu Xuan and was still trapped in the flood and famine army. Her long white hair and dazzling eyes should have been forbidden. The people who killed her were dark and could not see the end at a glance. If there were no miracles, the immortal body would become the dust of history.
"Go, take them."
Chu Xuan looks sad and beautiful. Her voice is full of fatigue.
She is also a strange woman, also bear the blood of the heaven, although not as good as the east god yaochi, but also amazing, also killed a sea of corpses, killed the people of the Honghuang panic.
But at the moment, she really did not have that strength. Her magic power was exhausted and her essence was exhausted. Standing on the corpse mountain, she was staggering. Her beautiful eyes were so clear that she was so dim that her delicate body, which had been stained with blood, was extremely weak, as if any wind could blow her down.
In all directions, all the strong people came up together.
Each of them, cautiously, licked their scarlet tongues. Their eyes were hot, but they were also afraid. The wife of the ancient holy body was extremely extraordinary. They had killed them until their mind broke down. From the bottom of their hearts, they had a fear of her.
It is this fear that makes them more excited.
"Ye Chen, I miss you."
Chuxuan's smile was full of tenderness, and her words were quite hoarse. The only trace of immortal power remained had turned into an invisible sword. She was always ready to kill her original God. She could never fall into the hands of the great famine.
She is not afraid of death, is afraid of Ye Chen, because of her and the Honghuang show humble attitude.
The tenth emperor of the great Chu, who was so powerful in the eight wastelands, must not be forced by the flood and famine to crawl to the rats.
This is the last thing she can do for her husband as a wife.
"Catch the living, catch the living for me."
The emperor of all ethnic groups roared violently, as if seeing Chu Xuan's determination. What they wanted was a holy wife, not a cold corpse.
Under orders, countless big hands were seized from all directions.
However, before the big hand came and Chu Xuan committed suicide, the bloody world was full of flowers on the other side. Each flower was bright red like fire, and there were flowers and leaves. Heaven and earth were fixed.
"If she dies, she will be buried with her in the whole famine."
A moment of eternity, a cold and dry words, ring all over the world.