Chapter 1574: The Ability to Recognize People

Chapter 1574 The ability to recognize people

The discussion was in full swing, and the gods, goddesses, princes and princesses all over the sky were also fighting in full swing.

This world was completely in chaos, and it became the scene of a group fight.

The war fluctuated a lot, and the bloody scenes were frequent and bloody.

Many people looked in the direction of Lingshan, and they saw Venerable Shakyamuni from a long distance away. He was also one of the spectators.

So many people, the most embarrassing should be him.

Well, one of the Lingshan preached the Fa, and all the people came to listen to the Fa, but before the lecture began, a bunch of bastards outside the mountain started to do it, and it was not one or two, it was a group, and the fight was a group fight. The fight is a gang fight.

Venerable Shakyamuni smiled. Although he was a quasi-emperor, he was still not angry. He watched the battle with peace of mind, with both gratification and admiration.

"Sir, why don't you force it to stop." When a Buddha stepped forward, the Zen path was unstable, and there was a look of anger on his face.

"No, just wait and see." Sakyamuni waved his hand and smiled.

"Look at it, the Holy Body is destroyed again." When the two were talking, a group of old guys gathered together, each with their hands in their hands, and their eyes were shining, and the sighs and tongues continued.

The place they were looking at was a fog of blood. The domineering Ye Chen blew up the son of a god with one stick, and the primordial spirit died.

So far, there have been no more than a dozen God Sons who have been destroyed by him.

But the Divine Sons of the Protoss have perseverance, and the enemies of the Holy Body are also coming one after another.

At this moment, whoever ignored the cry for help from the demon god son, all rushed to the Holy Body, wanting to take advantage of today to kill the enemy.

"My mother, what a situation." Xu Shi's movement was so loud that Yan Long, who was in seclusion in the cauldron, was also awakened.

"What else can I do, where am I going to be lively!" Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, raising his hand again with a tyrannical stick.

"Huh?" Yan Long let out a sigh, and saw Xiao Chen who was not far away, who was showing his mighty power, "Is that... the son of the King of War?"

"As you said." Ye Chen said casually, "It was to protect him that he killed the son of the demon clan, and that's why he got involved in this melee."

"It was so.

"Yan Long smiled, "There is one more person from the hometown, just like in the previous life, not weak in the title of King of War. "

As he said that, he stared at the heavens in the four directions with two eyeballs in the ring, and his tongue continued, "There are so many demon-level arrogances here, and it is rare to see them in a hundred years."

"Being in the Southern Region, you can actually recognize so many evil spirits."

"Don't underestimate me." Yan Long curled his lips, "I am the best at recognizing people, and I recognize all the names in Xuanhuang Pai."

"Oh?" Ye Chen, who was open and close, became interested, "Then you tell me, it's the one who fought the Southern Emperor."

"Three eyes are bloody, and there is no doubt about the bloody child." Yan Long said immediately, "That is a ruthless character, his ancestor was a blood demon, who cultivated blood and cultivated Taoism. He likes special bloodlines the most. There used to be a Holy Body, which was refined by the Gorefiend in his later years, and the end was extremely miserable."

"And such secrets." Ye Chen couldn't help frowning, and dared to refine the blood of the Holy Body, which made him show a cold light to Xue Shangzi.

"That little girl is needless to say that she is the Nine Immortals of the Di Family, Xuanhuang and even the youngest saint in the entire Heaven and Myriad Domains." Yan Long continued to speak, and glanced at the Little Nine Immortals, "Eighty percent of the ones who fought against him. It's the wrath of the gods."

"Shen Mingyu?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, "What is the origin."

"A branch of the Prehistoric Protoss, his bloodline is stronger than that of the Divine Son of the Protoss." Yan Long said slowly, "This artifact is very strange, innately integrated."

"Xiantian Rongdao, this exercise is a bit scary." Ye Chen sighed, "The one who can compete with the emperor and the nine immortals is on a par, he is indeed a ruthless character, it is enough to defy the sky."

"Be careful, the one who is attacking is the Divine Son of the Burying Clan." Yan Long reminded, "Don't get hit by his sword."

Without his reminder, Ye Chen had already swung the spear.

It was the purple-robed youth who attacked him earlier, who was indeed very strong. The killing sword in his hand was a terrifying divine weapon.

"The Desolate Holy Body, the fruit of fresh blood is wonderful." The Son of Heaven smirked, licking the scarlet, revealing his white teeth.

His sword cut out another dazzling immortal river.

Ye Chen didn't take it seriously, he smashed the Xianhe with a stick, turned his hands and turned the nine-path and eight-wild fists into one, and smashed back the Son of Heaven Burial.

To this fellow, he never underestimated, his combat power was on a par with that of the Immortal Clan Divine Son, and he was on the same level as the Xue Shangzi and the Heavenly Remnant.

The most important thing is that he had never heard the name Burial Heaven before, but now that he has seen it, he has to sigh once again that the Xuanhuang Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the holy land of monks, is full of talented people.

While speaking, God Son of Burial raised his hand, pointing at the divine light, carrying the power that can penetrate everything.

Ye Chen also raised his hand, and the nine Taixu fingers instantly merged with the six meridians, diametrically opposed to each other, crushing the burial finger.

Then, he suddenly turned around and smashed the attacking God Son of God with one palm. The Demon God Son who was about to attack from the oblique side also failed to escape the bad luck and was turned over by him with a stick.

The God Son of Charm and the God of Soul Race came together again, and together they urged an ancient bronze mirror to ban Ye Chen.

Although the bronze mirror was strong, it was difficult to stop Ye Chen's stick, and it split on the spot.

The Demon God Son and the Soul Clan God Son were also attacked. They stepped back from east and west, their bodies were stained with blood, and they were all embarrassed.

After killing these four people, Ye Chen's spear hummed and became as thick as an arm. He was swept out by the beast-like stick, and the killed sons flew out in pieces.

Although all of them are evildoers, not all of them have the combat power of the Son of Heaven Burial, and those with weak combat power will naturally suffer.

Speaking of the Son of Heaven Burial, that fellow brewed another big move.

Ye Chen sneered, swung his stick and went up, attacking Domineering Wushuang.

The fight between the two was the most ferocious. The first time Ye Chen's holy body was injured, it was a gift from the funeral heaven, and he was almost cut by a sword.

"Is that the Northern Saint?" Ye Chen and Buried Tiandou were shaking the earth, but Yan Long was not worried at all, staring at the Northern Saint, dazzled, "Wandering around in the sky, what are you doing?"

"The person who can make her be like this, the person in the dark is most likely the Divine Body of Nirvana." Yan Long pondered, "Well, it's him."

After closing his eyes, this guy glanced at the other side of Xutian again, grinning constantly, all the gods and goddesses of the nine ancient clans, and the princes and princesses of the five royal clans in the Southern Region are also among them.

There are also Beisheng, Phoenix God Son, Di Family Nine Immortals, Soul Clan God Son, Qimei God Son, Kui Niu, Blood Scarlet Son, Burial Heaven God Son, Tian Can, and Feng Xian’er.

He is very good at recognizing people, it seems to be a strange talent.

Those who participated in the war recognized it all over the place. Among them, those who did not participate in the war, such as Xi Zun and Zhong Huang, as well as the evildoers who were all ruthless characters who did not show up in the mountains and waters, were all swept away by him.

It is a pity that he did not see the Eastern God. If she was also present, it would be more lively, and the five evil spirits of Xuanhuang would be all together.

It really corresponds to the words of the world, where the desolate holy body is so lively, once more, it has become a law.

Finally, he looked towards Xiao Chen. This battle started because of him, and it seemed that he would be the first to end the battle.

The demon son who has become flesh and blood is still desperately calling for help.

However, no one paid any attention to him, and Xiao Chen crushed his body, leaving only the Yuanshen to flee in desperation, not daring to fight any more.

"Where to go." Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and took a step forward. Ling Tian's palm was like a mountain, and he suppressed the demon god son on the spot.

"The demon clan won't let you go." The demon god child roared.

"You must know that the so-called blood debt needs to be repaid with blood." Xiao Chen snorted coldly, the power of annihilation in his palm quickly gathered.

"No...no no...." The demon god child's eyes were prominent, his eyes were full of horror, and he had already seen the gate of hell.

He was unwilling, he still had big plans and great wishes, and the unfinished road of the emperor, the prince of the demon clan, couldn't just die like this.

It's just that his unwillingness is ultimately irresistible to the power of silence.

When he was dying, he, who was aloof, really understood what regret was, whether he should have slaughtered the people of Lichuan, and even provoked the war body, and was sent to the end of the soul.

Xiao Chen showed no mercy, wiped it with a palm, crushed the Yuanshen, the prince of the demon clan, and sent him directly to Huangquan Road.

The most difficult-to-kill demon god son, at this moment, has completely become the dust of history. His arrogance, his ambition, and his hatred have all disappeared with his death...

The onlookers sighed that the prince of a large family had been wiped out like this, which not only made people sigh, but the world was cruel.

The god son of the demon clan has been destroyed, Xiao Chen killed with a halberd to help Ye Chen, his eyes were like torches, and the suffocating energy was like a god of war.

Thunder fighting body, domineering and unparalleled, just joined the war, and then he split a family of gods, and the Quartet gasped in shock.

"Thank you." When he reached Ye Chen's side, Xiao Chen said sincerely, if it wasn't for Ye Chen's help this time, it would be difficult for him to kill the son of the demon clan. This is a great kindness.

"You and my brother, I've seen you." Ye Chen swept over a god child with a stick, his qi and blood rose, and he twisted his neck fiercely, "Since your revenge has been avenged, I will no longer hold back."

When the words fell, the war spear in his hand turned into a divine light and returned to his sleeve.

At the same time, a red killing sword manifested in his hand.

It was the Burning Silent Sword, a genuine quasi-emperor divine soldier, moving with a loud roar, the sword energy overflowed, and every strand was silent.

"The Quasi-Emperor Divine Soldier." Xiao Chen was surprised and couldn't believe it.

"Open." Ye Chen smiled and stepped out. For the first time, he turned defense into attack, and Shengwei swept the world.

The first person to suffer was the God Son of the Charm, who was slashed and flew out by his sword, the body of the god was torn apart, and the ghost's blood spurted out.

Thanks to his profound background, and also thanks to Ye Chen's inability to exert the peak power of the Zhundi Sword, otherwise most of them would have been hacked.

"The quasi-emperor soldier, he has the quasi-emperor soldier." God Zi Ji roared, and he spurted blood without saying the second sentence.

"Fen Jijian?" You don't need to scream, and the goddess who rushed forward also recognized the sword in Ye Chen's hand. Fen Ji's ancestor was famous for his fierceness, how could he not recognize his sword.

"How could the sword of Ancestor Fen Ji be in his hands?"

"What do you think?" Ye Chen showed two rows of snow-white teeth, and smiled a little scarily, slashing out with a sword, sweeping across the sky.

The blood spurted out, and many people flew out because of this sword. Those with weak cultivation bases turned their bodies into blood mist on the spot, and those with weak combat power were unable to keep their primordial spirits, and they were wiped out on the spot.