"Maybe there is kylin blood grass near ancestral land, where many strong men of our family fell. There must be their bones!"

Qiu Shengming is a little tangled. Once they get close, it means to set foot in the center of the battlefield. With their strength, if they are accidentally involved in the fight, they will be wiped out in an instant.

"There is a trace of dark energy in my body. With the help of spatial will, assimilation of breath may sneak in..."

"You meet on the outside!"

Ye Chen said.

"No, it's too dangerous!"

Qiu Shengming flatly refused and wanted to say something, but he heard Ye Chen say, "I can't be found. Only in this way can I fight!"

After a long silence, Qiu Shengming looked complex, and finally nodded gently.

"In that direction..."

The place where he pointed was the center of the fighting storm.

"I'll come as soon as I go!"

Ye Chen's body melted into the sea of blood, and a dark mist floated into the distance.

Boom!

The remains of the nine Jiaos are still resisting, and many powerful people in the middle and late period of immeasurable territory have fallen more than half, and pojun's chest also fluctuates violently.

"Yellow spring refers!"

As soon as he pointed out, behind pojun, there were dense Vientiane clusters, countless human figures, and it was a strange Legion wailing.

Whoosh!

A simple skirt makes a hunting sound, and the nine shadows with long hair like a waterfall remain unchanged. There is no emotional fluctuation in the golden eyes, only three seemingly ordinary ancient swords surround them.

"Is it the nine divine swords..."

Ye Chen in the dark couldn't help but smack his tongue. In the past, the nine divine swords made him and Xueji suffer a lot, and the latter was defeated by the will of martial arts in an instant.

Now it's only three swords, and dozens of Xuanyao domain wuliangjing, who joined hands, was completely defeated in the middle and late stage!

Hiss!

The bloody sword directly tore the head of a wuliangjing four layers of heaven, and the spirit was instantly crushed.

Roar!

The nine flexible dragons dodged, but they still couldn't escape being cut off. The ferocious dragon's head at the neck was cut off, sprayed with blood, and howled endlessly.

Pojun's vast expanse only barely blocked the attack of the three divine swords. Jiuyou Gujing's spotless eyes looked around the crowd, and his right arm slowly lifted up, just a hook finger action, and another sword came out of the void!

Click!

As soon as the sharp sword came out, another three immeasurable fell. After the terrible sword body, the space was cut off together.

"How can it be? What kind of monster is this?"

The guy in front of him is obviously limitless, but he has no pressure in the face of the cooperation of a dozen people.

Pojun felt a deep sense of powerlessness and shouted, "withdraw!"

However, it was too late, the corners of Jiuyou's mouth slightly pulled, flashed a trace of unknown killing intention, and the nine swords came out together, cutting off the bottom space of the whole blood spring, cutting off the way for everyone to retreat.

"Light of annihilation!"

The only eight ferocious heads of the Nine Dragons spit out the terrifying light of killing, which is enough to tear up the breath of the ordinary immeasurable strong. It is also resolved with a wave of the right palm raised by Jiuyou.

The people in the fierce battle were losing more and more, and a trace of black fog quietly rose and floated in the distance.

"Hoo..."

This guy, what terrible strength!

Ye Chen, with lingering fear, successfully bypassed the central battlefield and came to the position mentioned by Qiu Shengming, but was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

A colorful kylin squats. Even if it falls for thousands of years, the scale is still glossy and moist, with a soft smell.

Looking down the towering holy body, ye Chen couldn't help being shocked. His majestic head was split in two by a sword!

The ferocious sword wound is still bleeding.

"The chaotic kylin was beheaded and died! The key is not yet able to revive."

The head of the Kirin clan is never weaker than the old man in gray and the Immortal Emperor he has seen. The colorful scales and armor are all scattered with the overwhelming sense of war, and the spiritual power close to Ye Chen has been disordered.

He hurriedly displayed the great starry sky and reincarnation holy soul sky, which made him feel better.

The supreme Kirin, a legendary clan, ended up so miserable!

The purple blood stains scattered all over the place are immortal, and the whole area is mottled with broken meat and bones. It is conceivable that the fierce battle of that year.

"Hoo..."

Ye Chen suddenly had a meal. Is it still alive?

With that slight gasp, ye Chen's scalp suddenly numbed. Such an ancient and shining existence is still alive!

"Never!"

Fix your eyes again, no matter how unbelievable, the kylin in front of you slowly raised the broken head.

"Here you are. I once felt your breath before the ages!"

A low voice came out.

"At the top of the Leiyin temple, you are the only surviving existence. I deduced everything, but I was robbed!"

Ye Chen's body suddenly trembled!

Is the eternal picture that I have experienced personally true or false?

"Autumn wind, my son, have you ever seen it?"

Ye Chen thought of the autumn wind, and finally nodded gently.

"Alas..."

"Take it!"

At a glance, ye Chen's past was pierced. The old Kirin sighed lightly. Under the cover of its blood stains, a fairy grass with purple blood awns floated into his hands.

Click!

In an instant, the reincarnation of Wu Dao unexpectedly sent out a burst of stinging light, and a golden scroll slowly opened, but there was no magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, but a piece of ruins.

In the painting that shows the sky, a figure of Wei'an takes the reincarnation of martial arts as the shadow, reflecting the incarnation. With long purple hair and waist, it has a bright face, which is a little colder than the autumn wind, an old friend on the top of Leiyin temple.

He is tall and has a natural killing intention in his eyes, just like a killing God from hell.