Chapter 1522 Ten Thousand Races Melee

Chapter 1522 Ten Thousand Races Melee

The huge prehistoric forest, the rumbling sound shook the sky and the earth, that piece of heaven and earth was already bloody.

It's really a battle between soldiers and generals, the fighting is in full swing, and people are everywhere.

The lineup is strong enough, but people continue to join in, all of them are from the major races in the southern region.

The princes and princesses who came to participate in the grand event hid far away from the periphery, watching the big melee with sighs.

Many people are scratching their heads, this is a scuffle caused by a bloody person being thrown onto the stage.

Investigating the root cause, this is really the case. Since the bloody man was thrown up, the situation has spiraled out of control. It's going to be a big fight.

A good event of all races has suddenly turned into a melee of all races. There have also been grievances between races and races since ancient times, so I just took advantage of this melee to start it. It is better to catch up early.

The prehistoric forest vibrated, the blood mist lingered, and there were war figures everywhere, and there were constantly killing generals from the ancient races, all of which were the leaders of the holy masters and emperors in the clan, with a monstrous murderous aura.

Such a big movement shook all directions, and many monks had gathered in groups of three or five to the forest of the prehistoric wilderness.

"If the old man remembers correctly, today is a grand event for all ethnic groups." Too many old guys were surprised, "Why is this still being done, and such a big battle, continuing the grievances of thousands of years ago?"

"Even more than a thousand years ago." Someone sighed, "The races participating in the war are at least three thousand."

"Someone came out." I don't know who said, and drew his eyes to one side.

There, there was a golden fairy light streaking out of the prehistoric forest. He raised his eyes and looked carefully. It was one person.

That person, take a closer look, isn't that the Prince of the Golden Crow? He has disappeared from the human form, the whole person is bloody, and there are countless scars all over his body, and the blood hole in his chest is the most obvious.

"Am I dazzled? It's actually the Prince of the Golden Crow." Anyone who saw it was stunned.

"Desolate... Desolate Holy Body?" In the voice of surprise, someone exclaimed, seeing Ye Chen who was chasing Jinwu,

You don't need to look at Ye Chen's appearance, you can recognize the bloodline just by his breath.

"The Holy Body is still alive?" Too many people scratched their heads and looked unbelievable. This was somewhat inconsistent with the rumors. It was said that the Desolate Holy Body was buried in the ancient ruins. At this time, the rumors were all false, and the Holy Body was still alive. Alive, chasing and killing Prince Jinwu.

"The Holy Body is still alive, the old man is not surprised at all." An older cultivator sighed and stroked his beard, "That fellow won a lot of life, and he couldn't kill him again and again, he's used to it."

"Today is a grand event for all races, so he shouldn't go to the grand event!" Someone pondered, "And what happened to him and this Golden Crow, it seems that he will never die."

"It's really so lively!" The sighing continued, but it gradually became a tide in one after another, "Do you want to make a mess of the Xuanhuang Great Sect one by one?"

These words are not false. Some people are already pulling their fingers and counting down Ye Chen's many deeds from Xuanhuang to the present: Xuanhuang Xinghai, Yaochi event, Donghuang ancient city, ancient ruins.

Now it is a grand event of all races, and everyone present suspects that the melee of all races has something to do with this kid.

Wherever he was, there was always something going on, and it was all a big thing. There was always a bunch of people who were crippled in a pile, and this popularity gradually became famous.

Xuanhuang's many great sects and clans have indeed been provoked by him a lot. At this moment, most of them have issued a hunting order, and they want to join forces with the Quartet Man Xuanhuang to chase and kill him.

"Fellow Daoists, hurry up and save me." The voice of the discussion was like a tide, but it was suppressed by the scream of the Prince of the Golden Crow.

Hearing his words, most people pouted. Prince Jinwu's tone was not a pleading, but a touch of order, which made everyone feel unhappy.

This is only one of the reasons, and the other indispensable factor is the Yinjin Crow.

The Golden Crow is a big family in the southern region. They have a deep background. They do things too wildly on weekdays. Bullying the Quartet is commonplace.

However, there are still some cultivators who pride themselves on being strong, and they have to kill them and pretend to be strong.

It was an old man in purple robe, a powerful old sage, who had touched the bottleneck of the quasi-sage king, soared up, and inserted himself into the empty sky between Ye Chen and Jinwu, "You have to forgive people and forgive them, my little friend is betraying this old man. Thin noodles, let Jinwu die, it is a merit."

"Your face is worthless." Ye Chen said lightly, and the pace of chasing and killing was not reduced at all.

"Tell you well if you don't listen, I have to force the old man to do it." Being scolded by Ye Chen face to face, the old man in purple robe was furious.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, suddenly swung his sword, smashed the seal of the virtual sky, and the old man in purple robe flew with it.

The man's expression changed, it was unbelievable, and he seriously underestimated Ye Chen's combat power. He, an old saint, was defeated in one move.

Ye Chen swung his sword again, which was more domineering than the previous sword, and it was a slaying sword.

In an instant, the old man in the purple robe was split in half by a sword, and only the primordial spirit escaped from his body, roaring while escaping, "I don't care, I don't care about this matter, let me live."

What his words provoked was a war spear, and a spear nailed it to the virtual sky.

Seeing this picture, those old guys who still wanted to run out to intercede, all took their steps back.

Ye Chen was too natural, decisive, and extremely ruthless. He went out hastily, and most of them were beheaded.

Looking at the old sage in the purple robe who was nailed to the virtual sky, he is really miserable.

At the last moment of his primordial spirit's demise, he understood what regret was, and after watching the show, he wanted to pretend to be a force, and he wanted to provoke the Holy Body, and even ended up dying.

Ahead, there was another boom, Ye Chen who beheaded the old man in purple robe, and caught up with Prince Jinwu again.

Everyone moved and chased after the past, such a great show, you can't miss it, people who are idle and hurt, most like to join in the fun, and the darkness is overwhelming.

When the spectators arrived, a mountain had collapsed, rubble was flying, the golden crow prince's body exploded, half of his head was shattered, and his brain was overflowing, his appearance looked terrible.

But the guy didn't turn around to fight, he got up and fled, the prince of the Golden Crow clan, who was aloof, still had the slightest majesty. His so-called majesty had long since disappeared.

Ye Chen was chasing after him, and once he caught up, he didn't say a word, just set up a big move.

The Prince of the Golden Crow was extremely miserable, but he was not an ordinary anti-fighting. Rao Ye Chen lost his temper. The ancient Golden Crow was really not built, and it was very laborious to destroy it completely.

One chasing and one killing, the movement was huge, accompanied by rumblings along the way, the mountains collapsed, the waters covered waters, and even the ancient cities that passed by were not intact, causing a lot of curses.

Along the way, along with the blood robbery, Prince Jinwu fled all the way to ask for help all the way.

Every time I ask for help, there are always one or two people who don't have long eyes running out, all wanting to pretend to be pretentious, and one is more arrogant than the other.

Ye Chen fought all the way, and told the world with practical actions that if you don't have the strength, don't run out and pretend to be forceful. If you don't have the diamond, don't blindly take on the porcelain work.

As a result, the high-ranking Prince Jinwu has become a malefic star, but anyone who sees it hides far away, and no one dares to go up to seek stimulation for his help.

The Prince of the Golden Crow spewed blood, and he didn't know whether he was angry or injured. He was the prince of the Golden Crow. He was the most expensive, and he was ever hunted down and killed like this, and why was he ever so disgusted.

When he was angry, he slapped himself again with a big mouth in his heart. He should not have followed him in the forest of the prehistoric wasteland.

Ahead, he reached a mountain again, he ignited his energy, increased his speed, and stepped in one step.

Ye Chen arrived later, carrying the blood-stained Chi Xiao. He had lost count of the people who died under the killing sword along the way. Those people didn't deserve to die, but they bumped into the gate of hell.