Chapter 1512: A Group of Rats

Chapter 1512 A group of rats

The prehistoric forest is rumbling, and the virtual sky seems to be devastated by thunder, chaotic in the cracking and healing.

The battle was a bit tragic, and it was all a life-threatening battle. All kinds of blood were poured out, like light and rain, interweaving beautiful pictures, but the gorgeous pictures were bloody.

Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu moved, each pinched their seals, and joined forces to create a barrier to protect this world.

"This is a bit bloody, and King Xuanwu doesn't care?" Someone said tentatively.

"As long as the younger generation does not participate in the affairs of the younger generation, the Xuanwu King of the Southern Region will not intervene." A mouse finely squeezed his moustache.

"It's over, the nine-headed bird is going to kneel." I don't know who shouted, and let those who looked left and right looking for the figure of King Xuanwu all looked up at the ethereal sky.

In that empty sky, the fighting was the most fiery. Ten quasi-sages besieged Ye Chen, but they were all embarrassed by Ye Chen alone. The most miserable of them was the nine-headed bird, whose divine body was already broken.

Ye Chen took special care of him. Every time he had a great skill, he was greeted by nine-headed birds. He had the will to kill the nine-headed birds, but because that guy touched his scales, he had to die.

"Save me." Only the nine-headed bird of the primordial spirit was left, which burned the power of the primordial spirit and fled in the virtual sky. What drove him crazy was that Ye Chen stared at him, and ran to greet him when he had time.

"Can you go?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, straddling the virtual sky, chasing after him, reaching the sky with one palm, he was absolutely unmatched, smashed half of his primordial spirit, and swept him down from the virtual sky with one hand.

"In the next life, don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with." Ye Chen's expression was cold, and his words were like a sentence. He held a pitch-black spear and threw it at the falling nine-headed bird. Piercing through the void space is a spear of lore.

The nine-headed bird looked terrified, and only fled for his life. Before the primordial spirit was pierced by the war spear, it was already cold to the bone, as if it had been dragged into the Jiuyou, and would suffer from purgatory.

He really smelled the breath of death. The so-called arrogance was not worth mentioning in the face of death.

Maybe it wasn't until this moment that he understood why he regretted it, and he just participated in the event well, but he provoke the ancient sacred body beyond his capacity, so that he ended up so miserable.

Save me, save me, when he was dying, the nine-headed bird looked at the Prince of the Golden Crow. With the strength of the Prince of the Golden Crow, he only needed to raise his hand slightly.

can save him from distress.

But Prince Jinwu is better, he just watched with interest, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Trash."

The nine-headed bird roared, with resentment and anger, its face was hideous, and its eyes were blood red.

He would have today, and half of it was given by Prince Jinwu. If Prince Jinwu had not revealed to him the whereabouts of Ye Chen and Ye Chen's old friends, he would not have directed today's drama.

But at this moment, regret is useless, because the spear has been lowered, pinning him in mid-air, the murderous intent on the spear quickly crushed his primordial spirit and completely disappeared.

After him, pieces of blood were poured out all night, and some people were killed and torn apart by Ye Chen on the spot. It was also a big bird, and its blood was not weak, but I didn't know which race it was.

Ye Chen doesn't bother to care about which race he is, and kills him directly. Since you are going to oppose me, then prepare to be destroyed. As an old saying goes, those who come out and mix will always have to be returned.

Of the ten quasi-sages, two were destroyed, and the remaining eight quasi-sages had no intention of retreating.

Ye Chen is not polite, his feet are too weak, he is in the sky, he is stubborn with a desolate ancient body, and he fights the enemy with his unworldly supernatural powers.

The people below stared at it. Three years ago, they heard that Ye Chen had picked twenty-seven outside the ancient city of Donghuang. At that time, it was only a rumor, and he didn't fully believe it. I saw it today, and no one doubted it.

While speaking, another person was beheaded. It was the Taigu Fengdiao, the opponent of the Little Ape Emperor. The thief died miserably.

In no particular order, Dadi Wuxiong also slashed the ancient blood wild goose, but it was a slap to death, and the flesh and soul died together, and when it hit the ground, only a pool of flesh and blood remained.

The two snorted and went straight to Ye Chen's side to kill, side by side with him, against the enemy.

Below, there were people rushing up, one after another, most of them heading towards Ye Chen.

Some people counted, except for Ye Chen and the other seven, who participated in the battle, more than 20 people, and the other party left the sage-level Yaqi Orochi, and the rest were all quasi-sages and fierce.

"A group of rats." Among the quasi-sage level, Ye Chen was the fiercest. He picked up a three-headed monster bird with one spear.

"Suppress this king." A red-winged bird was killed, urging a blood-colored ancient seal, Ling Tian came down, he was the prince of the wing clan, and he was considered a little famous in the quasi-sage level.

The bloody ancient seal on his side collapsed into a piece of space, but failed to suppress Ye Chen. Instead, he was overturned by Ye Chen's palm.

The natal instrument was injured, and the red winged bird was also attacked. The body split open, blood spurted, and stepped back, but before he could stop his figure, Ye Chen came and ripped directly.

For this reason, Ye Chen's back was also slashed with a sword. The person who shot it was an ancient flying phoenix. The sword was extremely fierce, and it was a supernatural power to kill.

Ye Chen turned around suddenly, and a big stele smasher swung the ancient Feihuang, and then the god of the nine in one, pierced through the sea of ​​​​the ancient Feihuang and annihilated its primordial spirit.

"Die!" Someone else stepped forward, but it was a sneak attack, a sword that shattered the ground.

The identity of this person is not simple. He is a divine bird with one or three eyes. His ancestors were also considered a giant in the flood and famine period.

However, no matter how powerful the bloodline is, as long as you are a quasi-holy level, you are all vain in front of the Holy Body.

Ye Chen had already rushed over, not dodging, dodging, or defending, letting the three-eyed divine bird pierce his chest with a sword, and the palm of his raised suddenly turned into a divine sword, and he slashed it with one palm.

At this moment, the princes of the three powerful races came together to kill each other. Their bodies were all a kind of birds, and their bloodlines were ancient and powerful. Together, they mobilized a black killing sword, and Ling Tian slashed.

That killing sword was a genuine quasi-sacred king soldier. I don't know how much blood it swallowed, bound many resentful spirits, and blessed the power of the sword.

Ye Chen was injured, one arm was almost removed, and only a trace of flesh was still attached to his shoulder.

The recovery of the Holy Body was domineering, the arm continued in an instant, Ye Chen ascended to the sky in one step, the Chaos Cauldron turned into a war spear, and was smashed down by the sky. One of them was smashed into a blood mist on the spot, and the second body was pierced. The third person was the worst, and Yuanshen was directly picked to death.

Domineering, the little ape emperor, Kui Niu and others who were also slaughtering laughed, Ye Chen was so fierce, and they all fought fiercely. Killed to the red eye, abnormally bloody and primitive.

Blood was poured out again, and the prince of a family could not escape the disaster, and was slapped into flesh by Ye Chen's palm.

So far, he has killed eight princes in a row, but the more he fights, the more ferocious he is. Although he was beaten by a group, he has the upper hand in the battle. It is not that the opponent is beating around him, but that he is chasing the opponent.

He is really like a blood-soaked god of war, so dazzling that people can't look directly at him. Everywhere he goes, there must be blood calamities. Everywhere he goes, a family of princes are beheaded, and the picture is bloody.

The world was dyed red with blood, a figure fell, the blood was screaming, and there were no living ones, all of them were dead, most of them were killed by Ye Chen, billowing evil spirits, wreaking havoc on the heavens.

Those who besieged him were terrified of being beaten for life, and no one dared to step forward again. All of them were dripping with blood and bones, dragging their half-crippled bodies to flee in desperation. How could there be the slightest majesty of a prince.

The people below looked at the tongue and gasped. Usually, the princes who swallowed the sky in anger, in front of the ancient sacred body, were like a joke. A group of princes were chased and beaten by one person, not only did they not take Ye Ye. Chen, it is indeed ironic that he was thrown away and removed his armor.

"A bunch of trash." Prince Jinwu snorted coldly, got up suddenly, and came to the sky in one step.