Chapter 1535 Nantian

Chapter 1535 Nantian

There were people in the sky, Ye Chen ignored it, raised his hand and brought the crucified baby to his side, and put it in the arms of the purple-haired woman, so that she could hold the child and go all the way.

She is a native of her hometown, and she fought bloody battles more than two hundred years ago, and she also guarded the people behind her.

He died in Nantianmen in his previous life, but he is buried in Nantian City in this life. The same is in Nantian, but in a foreign country. The memory ban has not been lifted even when he died, and he did not know his so-called hometown.

He turned around, looked around silently, his expression was calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He didn't need to ask, just glanced at them and knew which race these people were. Their origins were hot, like the scorching sun.

"It's not good where to go, but I want to come to Nantian Ancient City." One of the silver-robed old men smiled faintly, revealing two rows of white fangs, "Since you are here, you don't have to leave today."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, stepped down, disappeared in an instant, and reappeared behind the silver-robed old man.

The silver-robed old man suddenly changed color. His sage's eyesight never found any trace of Ye Chen, and so did the others. Ye Chen's movement was so fast that they couldn't fathom it.

Without thinking much, the silver-robed old man stepped back immediately, but it was still too late. Ye Chen had already bullied him, without any weapons, he grabbed the soul of the silver-robed old man with one hand, and ripped it apart.

"He's not an ordinary saint. Let's fight together." The leader of the Jinwu clan, a golden-robed old man, and the Kunpeng clan, a purple-robed old man, both of whom had the same level of cultivation, were both considered holy kings and shouted furiously.

Under the order, everyone present moved, and the weakest cultivation base was also at the peak of the imperial realm. Among them, there were many quasi-sages and old saints, or supernatural powers or secret methods, overwhelmingly pressing on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen regretted his body, and the Chixiao sword appeared in his hand, and the sword swept across, with unparalleled power. Except for the two quasi-sage kings, no one could stop his sword, and the sky was pouring out, all raining blood.

"Let's go together." The Golden Crow quasi-sage king scolded coldly, stepping on the sky, his brows were shining, and he rushed out of a golden treasure seal, which was a holy king-level magic weapon, and his divine power recovered, and he came down in the air.

Chaos Divine Cauldron rushed out of the sea of ​​​​shen, no fairy light bloomed, simple and natural, directly hit the golden treasure seal, hit it to pieces, and the fragments of the magic weapon were also swallowed by its force.

The natal magic weapon was broken, the Jinwu quasi-sage king was injured, and he stepped back, and the blood vomited wildly, but his eyes were full of unbelievable colors. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations.

"Kill.

"Kunpeng quasi-sage king shouted loudly, and the attack was coming. The natal instrument hanging on the head was a bit strange. It was an iron barrel, very ancient, but it was made of special immortal iron. This magic instrument is also quasi-sage. The king level is much more powerful than the golden ancient seal.

Ye Chen was swallowed into an iron bucket on the spot, and the slaughter and seal restrictions branded in it were revived, and the power of annihilation was rampant, trying to seal Ye Chen's body and cut off his primordial spirit.

"No matter how strong you are, you are only a saint after all." Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King said coldly, very confident in his own life magic weapon, even if the Quan-Saint King was swallowed, he could not escape.

"Kunpeng Pavilion is old, and it's easy to capture." The King of the Golden Crow and the people present laughed, secretly relieved, "If you hadn't been here, you would have suffered heavy losses."

"Hands up." King Kunpeng quasi-sage stroked his beard, looking like a senior.

Of course, as soon as his words fell, his iron barrel of life vibrated violently, and then a golden fist blasted a big hole, a golden dragon jumped out from the inside, and Ye Chen came out, the iron barrel method. Although the weapon is strong, it is still a bit of a deed to block him.

The quasi-sage king of Kunpeng changed color, was attacked, and the corners of his mouth bleed.

In a moment of shock, Ye Chen had opened up the chaotic world and sealed the Quartet, and the people present were crushed into pieces by the virtual sky, unable to withstand the pressure of the chaotic world, and turned into blood mist.

Then there was a swallowing vortex. Those who were crushed, blood qi, bloodline, primordial spirit, and source were all swallowed up by Ye Chen, and they were directly refined and became nourishment for the holy body.

The Chaos Cauldron was not idle either, the mouth of the Cauldron was facing down, the vortex appeared, and the instruments scattered in the four directions, whether it was a holy soldier or a quasi holy soldier, were swallowed by it and became the nourishment for the body of the Cauldron.

There were only three breaths before and after, except for the two quasi-sage kings, everyone else was executed without exception.

Ye Chen was suffocating, staring at Jinwu Quansheng King and Kunpeng Quansheng King, his expression was still calm, and he had no emotional fluctuations. The more he showed this expression, the more terrifying it became.

"Holy...Holy body, he is the Holy Body." The two quasi-sage kings stepped back, their eyes showed constricted pupils, and they seemed to have recognized his identity from Ye Chen's chaotic world.

They couldn't believe it, and they couldn't believe that the desolate holy body, which had been exterminated in the forest of the prehistoric desolate three days ago, was still alive in the world. He was still alive, and he deceived the world once again.

"Let's go." The two of them worked together to form a teleportation formation, stepped on them one after the other, and frantically urged the formation. To escape in this way, they had no intention of fighting at all.

The strength of the Holy Body, they have already seen it, although it is a saint, it is worthy of the hard steel of the Holy King.

Ye Chen did not chase, but moved the secret method of moving the sky and changing the ground, and switched positions with the Jinwu Quasi-Saint King, that is to say, Ye Chen and Kunpeng Quan-Saint King were on the teleportation stage.

Ye Chen suddenly appeared on the stage, Kunpeng Quansheng Wang was shocked, but he forgot that Ye Chen knew the secret method of changing positions with others.

The formation shattered, and was shattered by Ye Chen's foot, and the Quasi-Saint King Kunpeng was blown away by his palm.

The array used to escape was cut off, and the two quasi-sage kings instantly joined together, turned around and fled.

Ye Chen shrunk to the ground and killed him in one step, his golden hand was like a divine sword, and Ling Tian made a note, the blood and bones of Kunpeng Quansheng King were dripping, and half of the god's body was turned into flesh and blood, and the shape was extremely frightening.

How dare the Jinwu Quansheng King dare to rescue him, fleeing in desperation, burning his essence, and his speed soars.

Ye Chen didn't chase him, but crushed Kunpeng's quasi-sage king's body with one palm, forcing his primordial spirit out of his body, and a quasi-sage king's primordial spirit out of his body, he lost his advantage and could not escape his annihilation.

After beheading this quasi-sage king, he carried the blood-stained killing sword and stepped into the sky to chase the quasi-sage king of Jinwu.

Seeing Ye Chen chasing after him, the King Jinwu didn't dare to stop at all. After his essence, he burned the power of his primordial spirit and escaped quickly, climbing to the peak of his cultivation, like a ray of divine light.

But Ye Chen was even faster, chasing after three or five, raising Chi Xiao, and Ling Tian chopped it down.

King Jinwu Quansheng was injured, and a bloody gully was cut off his back. Through the wound, he could still see the dazzling spine. Thanks to his deep background, he would have been chopped on the spot.

"The old man fought with you." Jinwu Quansheng King drank violently, his face was crazy, blood sacrificed to Yuanshen, his combat power was close to that of a holy king, his body was overflowing with immortal light, and he rushed out one after another, and each one was wrapped with a magic weapon , there were hundreds of them, and he was urged by him to slash at Ye Chen.

The Chaos Cauldron rushed forward and became as huge as a mountain. It can be said that the Cauldron stood on the ground, the body of the Cauldron trembled, the chaotic energy was turbulent, and the Chaos Dao was surrounded, crushing hundreds of instruments into flying ashes.

The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King was attacked, his flesh shattered, and half of his head was turned into blood on the spot.

Ye Chen came, standing in the virtual sky, the killing sword in his hand was still dripping blood, Ling Tian looked down at him.

"Forgive me, this... This is all the prince's order. He is searching for your old friends. I would rather kill a thousand than one." Jinwu Quansheng Wang was afraid, his face was full of fear, and the dignified Quansheng Wang Qiang The man was actually crawling on the ground, like a dog, begging for his life.

I would rather kill a thousand, not bad one. Fortunately, Prince Jinwu won the prize this time. There are indeed old friends of Ye Chen in Nantian City, or relatives, close relatives in his hometown.

Ye Chen was silent, only raised his hand slightly, Ling Tian pressed on the head of the Jinwu Quasi-Saint King, moved the mysterious method, searched his soul vigorously, ignored the Jinwu Quan-Saint King Shenhai's prohibition, and deprived him of his memory.

The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King roared in pain, the Divine Sea buzzed, his head exploded, and his body turned into a mist of blood.

The screams were annihilated at an unknown time, another quasi-sage king perished, and the power of the primordial spirit was swallowed up.

Ye Chen left, the direction was not the Western Desert, but the hinterland of the Southern Region, the world was frozen, "Xuaner, Linger, wait for me for a while, I will always seek justice for them."