Chapter 1718 Still Not Used to It?
Chapter 1718 Not used to it?
"Forgive me, spare me." The terrified voices came one after another, and it was the wailing of a respected underworld general before he was about to die.
They were still escaping, but there were always one or two unlucky ones who were caught up by Ye Chen and could not escape the end of being executed.
The minds of the underworld generals in the halls were a little broken when they were chased by Ye Chen, and the Eucharist was their lingering dream.
"Everything, you will find it by yourself." Ye Chenzhi's shout was extremely cold, full of magic, and echoed in the heaven and earth.
He is like a slayer of the night, and wherever he goes, there will be blood calamities.
The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and every drop was dazzling.
"The Desolate Holy Body, it's too ruthless." The spectators followed all the way, their hearts jumping.
"Flying Dragon Ming will be trapped by a bunch of people!" Someone sighed.
No one refuted these words, and everyone touched their chins and pondered. The root cause of today's blood robbery is the flying dragon.
If he hadn't been beaten up, the Underworld General in the second hall would not have come to look for a place, and if he found it, it would have caused a catastrophe of blood.
But how did they know that the reason why General Feilongming was with Ye Chen was because of a joke from his sister.
Therefore, the ultimate root cause is not the flying dragon underworld generals, but Qin Mengyao. It doesn't matter if he says a word, he has trapped his brother, and even the underworld generals of the various halls.
I don't know what Qin Mengyao's expression will be when she finds out, and she doesn't know where she and Zhao Yun have gone.
In the discussion, Ye Chen was still killing, and his anger was overwhelming.
He was really red-eyed, and the underworld generals of the various halls who escaped were killed one after another, completely vanishing into thin air.
Yan Luo of the Nine Temples is bleeding, every time Ye Chen cuts one, their hearts hurt, do they really want to kill them all?
After today, except for the first hall, the talents of all halls will wither, and it will take a lot of energy to cultivate new generals.
It's not that I don't care, but I don't dare to care. It really irritates the emperor, and it will cause even greater catastrophe. The Holy Body is too natural.
compare to,
King Qin Guang was much calmer, he sat leisurely, drinking a little wine, he didn't care, and he didn't plan to care.
Some people really live too easily, not knowing how high the sky is. Since the cause is created, there should be the effect of the cause.
The underworld, the land of the dead, also needs blood baptism.
The screams and rumblings, I do not know when it will be annihilated, and the others who have been executed have fled back to their hometowns.
A war ended, and the dark sky was stained with blood.
In the turbulent blood mist, Ye Chen carried the blood-stained killing sword and walked on the sky, covered in blood, like a killing god.
Today, it can be said that he became famous in a battle, and everyone who was killed by him was an underworld general under the throne of Yama, and his status was so noble.
It is also thanks to Emperor Huang, otherwise he would not dare to be so presumptuous.
The spectators from all directions watched from afar, and no one spoke too much.
Today, they witness first-hand what lawlessness is.
Ye Chen is definitely the first to dare to kill the underworld general so unscrupulously, and Yan Luo didn't even dare to fart.
Today, they also witnessed the rise of a killing god.
More than half of the seventy-two underworld generals were cut off.
The rest are still alive, and most of them are disabled. The so-called arrogance, the beaten are gone, and they will not be able to reach the peak for life.
His existence will lead an era, and it will also be a nightmare for a generation. His record is also unprecedented.
The spectators should be thankful that they didn't provoke Ye Chen.
Otherwise, they will also become the souls of the Eucharist sword.
Under everyone's attention, Ye Chen tore off his blood-stained shirt, threw it to one side, shirtless, and went straight to the ghost town.
His back is as tough as a mountain, with long flowing hair, strands of gold have faded, but it is stained with blood red.
Under the watchful eyes of all directions, he entered the ghost town and returned to the small garden.
"I said, do you want to be so fierce?" He walked in just now, and Kui Niu opened his eyes, grinning and smacking his tongue.
"Why, not used to it yet?" Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.
"I should be used to it." Kui Niu smiled and shook his head.
In the Xuanhuang period, Ye Chen was bustling wherever he went, and he made troubles one by one in the North Yue Zhongzhou of the East Desolate West Mo and the South Region.
Moreover, the movement became bigger and bigger every time. This kind of technical work of pretending to be forced was done by Ye Chen, and it was very successful.
But he was still sighing, Ye Chen was very noisy when he was alive, but when he died in the underworld, he still made a mess.
It really proves a truth, Ye Chen, the desolate holy body, is lively wherever he goes, whether it is the heavens or the underworld.
Here, Ye Chen has taken out four jade bottles, placed them in the four corners of the altar, and then released the ban on the jade bottles.
Immediately, the four jade bottles trembled, and pieces of primordial spirit energy poured out of them, which were pulled by him and merged into Kui Niu's body.
Kui Newton felt a shock, and closed his eyes in a hurry.
His soul body is like a bottomless pit. The whale swallows the cow and sucks the power of the primordial spirit. The soul power increases rapidly and is crystal clear.
This quintessential primordial spirit power is obtained from the underworld generals of the various halls, how quintessential, it is much stronger than those soul powers.
With these help, he will concentrate in the shortest time.
Ye Chen went back under the old tree, took out the jug, and drank heavily.
In today's battle, the fight was really hearty, and he had to lose his hegemony state, otherwise he would have to kneel.
"It feels good to have a strong backstage." Ye Chen smiled and looked at Jie Mingshan, as if he could see Emperor Huang.
The reason why Yama of the Ten Halls did not intervene was because they were afraid of Emperor Huang, that was a great god, and they were so overwhelmed that they couldn't breathe.
After a jug of wine, he took out a pile of storage bags.
When it was over, all the treasures in it were poured out.
There are really a lot of treasures, there are ghost stones, secret scrolls, and ghost artifacts. They are piled up into hills, and the divine light is flickering and dazzling.
"The underworld general under the throne of Yama is really rich and oily."
Ye Chen laughed, picked and picked, took out the ghost weapon, and crushed a statue of the ghost with his domineering supernatural powers.
The Yin Ming Sword flew out, hanging above it, swallowing the essence of the Underworld weapon, the sword body was transforming into Nirvana, and it was approaching the Holy King's soldiers.
Ye Chen was not idle, and after the ghost weapon, there were many medicinal pills.
No matter what type of medicinal pill he was, he just stuffed it into his mouth one by one, and he was the only one who dared to eat the medicinal pill as a meal.
The source of the Holy Body is turbulent, and the medicinal pills that enter the body are powerfully refined and integrated into the Holy Body, becoming nourishment and helping Ye Chen to soar.
His breath is even more majestic, and every pore in his body is breathing out the essence, the blood is rising, and it is burning like fire.
Now that he has reached the bottleneck of a saint, he only needs a chance to advance, and it is not impossible to become a saint on the spot.
Xiaoyuan fell into tranquility, Kui Niu madly devoured the power of the primordial spirit, and the Yin Ming Sword devoured the essence of the underworld weapon.
And Ye Chen was also stuffing the pills into his mouth like a beast.
The small garden is quiet, but the outside world is very lively.
Ye Chen's name has spread all over the underworld, the streets, the street stalls and restaurants are all talking about it, and the sighs are constantly heard.
Even the Niu Tau Ma Mian, who escorted the ghosts, was chatting freely when performing official duties, and each one was more excited.
Especially the bull-headed horse-face that escorted Ye Chen in the past, with the straightest waist, we have beaten Ye Chen, but we can't hang it.
"Ye Wangye! You always have to decide for me!"
In the nine halls of the underworld, a group of undead generals dragged their bodies and crawls on the hall, crying and crying.
"How to be the master, let's talk about it." Jiudian Yan Luo stood in front of the throne, with his back to the underworld generals, his words were flat.
"Break him to ashes." The underworld generals in the halls gritted their teeth, their eyes were red, and their faces were as ferocious as demons.
"What a smashed bone and ashes." Jiudian Yan Luo suddenly turned around and laughed in anger, "He is a holy body, and he has the same bloodline as the emperor, so you can't understand the relationship?"
Yama Thunder was furious, and the underworld generals in the halls trembled with fright. All of them were pale and sweaty, and they dared not move.
Only at this moment did they understand who they had provoked.
No wonder, no wonder Ye Chen dared to kill the underworld general so unscrupulously, no wonder even Yama of the Tenth Palace did not dare to intervene rashly.
It's not that they didn't get it right, but their brains were kicked by a donkey.
As everyone knows, the backstage of the ancient sacred body is even more scary.
That is the emperor, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, and the emperor underworld is also afraid of three points, not to mention them, the Ten Temple Yan Luo has no courage to provoke.
What's even more ridiculous is that they still want to take revenge. This is really a great irony.
"From today onwards, you will no longer be the underworld general of my palace."
In the gloomy hall, Yama's words were majestic and cold.
The underworld generals in each hall trembled, and instantly collapsed into a lump.
If they are defeated, they will be completely defeated. Whether it is combat power or backstage, it is impossible for them to turn around in this lifetime.
Regret, the underworld generals in all the halls regretted it. It was not good to offend anyone, but the Holy Body was offended. In the end, they realized that they couldn't afford to offend them.
As Ye Chen said, everything was brought by them.
In the small garden, Ye Chen had crossed his knees, like an old monk sitting cross-legged, his mind was empty, and he was comprehending the sacred treasure of the ancient sacred body.
The hegemonic body is so domineering, other gods will not be weak.
If he realized all of this, he couldn't imagine how terrifying his combat power would be, and he was absolutely invincible at the same level.
It is not without reason that the Holy Body of Dacheng rivals the Supreme Emperor. Every divine treasure is a hanging fork.
When he sat, it was a half moon, and sometimes it flashed golden light.
Unfortunately, he failed to comprehend other innate magical powers.
As January is approaching, there is a big movement in Xiaoyuan: a long whistle.
Chang Xiao came from Kui Niu, and the servant had already condensed his primordial spirit, stepped down from the altar in one step, and twisted his neck fiercely.
His Primordial Spirit, divine light is dazzling, and the power of Primordial Spirit is surging and surging. If he is reincarnated, he will stand at the peak.
"Not bad." Kui Niu laughed, feeling better.
When the words fell, he turned his eyes and looked at Ye Chen with sharp eyes.
There was also movement on Ye Chen's side, the dazzling golden glow, which was a precursor to breaking through, and Ye Chen was hitting the bottleneck.
"Broken." But after hearing Ye Chen's soft snort, the strength gathered, merged into an invisible sword, and slashed towards the barrier of cultivation.
In an instant, at his realm, he reached a saint, and a golden rainbow pierced into the sky, poking a big hole in the sky.
Then, the domineering aura filled the small garden, and many visions manifested, intertwined and danced, and there was also a clear sound of the avenues of heaven.
Kui Niu grinned, and was shocked by Ye Chen's momentum and stepped back.
A quasi-sage or a sage needs to be defeated by heaven and man, but in Ye Chen, it has become a decoration, passing his own doom.
In the past years at the grand gathering of all ethnic groups, Ye Chen was sanctified on the spot.
Knowing this, Kui Niu was not surprised even though he sighed. The Holy Body was shoulder-to-shoulder with the Emperor, and it had its own exclusive privilege.