Chapter 1596 100,000 Slaughter

Chapter 1596 One Hundred Thousand Massacre

"Kill, sacrifice the killing formation, and destroy him." God Son Buried, Feng Xian, and Divine Body of Nimie all raised their swords and pointed at Ye Chen.

Immediately, the virtual sky trembled in all directions, and hundreds of killing formations and dozens of virtual sky lore formations filled the sky.

The divine power recovered, and hundreds of killing formations all swept out the divine light.

This is not the end, nearly 100,000 monks, all launched attacks, or magic weapons, or magical powers, or palm prints, or fist shadows, or sword lights, all over the sky.

Ye Chen was submerged in an instant, and the virtual sky collapsed.

"Die! Die!" Feng Xian and the others laughed savagely, unscrupulously, tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

"Hundreds of killing formations, nearly 100,000 cultivators, collective attacks, even if the Great Sage is injured, Ye Chen will definitely die." The people from all over the world clicked their tongues, this formation was really too big.

However, the turbulent cloud and mist dissipated, but the figure still stood there, like a mountain, standing still.

Just kidding, is the Relic of the Holy Sacrament a joke?

Dare to fight against the Jade Emperor, even if he doesn't have the power of the past, it is not something that can be destroyed by such an attack.

The monks from the four directions changed their expressions, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"How is that possible." Feng Xian and the others, their expressions also changed, and they subconsciously retreated, only to feel their hearts tremble.

"Wait, all will be buried with you." Ye Chen's words were vague, majestic and cold, and resounded through the sky.

When the words fell, he raised his hand slightly and swept the void with one palm.

The terrifying picture was shocked, and wherever Ye Chen's palm passed, everything turned into ashes. Whether it was a quasi-sage or a saint, it instantly turned into a mist of blood, and the flesh and the primordial spirit died together.

It was the palm of the world, and it wiped out the empty sky.

The blood dyed the world red, and the eyes were drenched in blood.

"How can it be so tyrannical, is Ye Chen a great saint?" The spectator and his voice trembled, and his face was pale.

"This... At least 10,000 people have been wiped out!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and the Holy Body is invincible?"

"Walk.

"The Divine Body of Silentness roared, and was about to escape.

Of course, as soon as he lifted his forefoot, before he could use the Flying Thunder God Art, he saw that Sifang Xutian was imprisoned.

"Can you go?" Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, cold words rang out, and fairy lights lingered on his fingertips.

The eyes of the Divine Body of Silentness were highlighted, and his expression showed fear for the first time. The Divine Body of Silentness was dignified, and the Flying Thunder God Art was the best of all times. He didn't even have the chance to escape.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and with one finger he abolished his cultivation.

The annihilated god body screamed and screamed hysterically.

This scene, the people from all over the world could not help but gasp. .

Silent Divine Body lore is unparalleled, and the ability to escape is unparalleled.

A killing god, the nightmare of a generation, was suppressed by Ye Chen so easily, which made people feel very unreal.

"Fengxian, all of them are Fengxian, she is the one who bewitched this king." When the four sides trembled, a panicked roar came from one side.

It was the Son of Heaven Burial, and he wanted to use the teleportation platform to escape, but Ye Chen cluttered the space and cut him off.

"The blood debt needs to be paid for with blood." Ye Chen said lightly, covering the sky with one palm, covering it up in the sky, destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

"I'm fighting with you." God Son Buried Heaven's eyes were full of madness, his brows were full of radiance, and immortal beams shot out.

Every immortal light is a terrifying magic weapon, divine mirror, treasure seal, copper furnace, killing sword, there are thousands of them, like bright stars, hanging high in the sky.

He was really crazy, he sacrificed his lifespan and the source of his blood, and tried his best to mobilize many magical tools to hit Ye Chen against the sky.

However, his struggles were all useless. Although he had many magical tools, they were all decorations, and it was difficult to stop Ye Chen's palm.

A treasure, under the palm of Ye Chen's palm, shattered, the sound was crisp, and the fragments of the instrument flew all over the sky, falling all over the sky, like a rain of light, turning into ashes in the fall.

The blood flower bloomed immediately, the body of the God of Burial exploded, and the body was crushed by Ye Chen's palm, and the primordial spirit was also banned.

He didn't kill the Son of Heaven, only sealed his Primordial Spirit.

In the same sentence, he wants these people to kneel under the mountains of the heavens, and use their blood to pay homage to the dead.

After capturing the Son of Heaven Burial, a sea of ​​demonic blood appeared under Ye Chen's feet, rolling over and engulfing the world.

The wailing sounds are more mournful than the evil spirits in hell.

Nearly 100,000 monks were swallowed one by one.

The sea of ​​magic surged past, and 100,000 cultivators were all slaughtered. The world was instantly empty, and blood rained.

Ye Chen walked up to the sky and stared at the last person.

It was Feng Xian, dragging his bloody body to stumble to escape, every time he tried to move the stage, he was interrupted by Ye Chen.

"Old Ancestor save me, Old Ancestor save me." She hissed frantically, like a bereaved dog, how could she still have an aloof attitude, how could she still look like a princess.

Failed, the siege of Ye Chen failed again, and the defeat was even more tragic than the last time.

The 100,000 cultivators are all like decorations, and it is difficult to stop him from slaughtering alone. He is really a god of killing, and his power is shocking.

"Blood and blood." Ye Chen stepped across the empty sky, and the terrifying murderous intent made the sky freeze into ice.

However, there was still a change. It was an unparalleled sword beam that came from afar and slashed him back.

"Zhiyang Daoist." The cultivators from the four directions exclaimed in surprise.

It is indeed a Taoist from Zhiyang, who came from the ethereal void, holding a blood-colored divine sword, which is the Zhundi Sword Burning Quiet.

There was only a slight difference, he was the emperor, and now he was holding the sword of the emperor, and its pressure was even stronger. Every time the soles of his feet fell, the sky trembled, making people unable to help kneel down.

He is still so high above, his old eyes are deep, and he looks at all directions, like a king who reigns over the world.

Seeing that it was Taoist Zhiyang, Feng Xianru grabbed the life-saving straw, rushed frantically, and hid behind Taoist Zhiyang.

"What is the relationship between Zhiyang and Fengxian?" the monks from the four sides were puzzled. "It's the third time to save her."

"The relationship must be unusual." Someone pondered, "Otherwise, why does Fengxian come to rescue every time Fengxian suffers."

"The old man pinched his fingers like this, they both have a leg." The old god sticks stroked their beards, each of which was meaningful.

"What shocked me is that Ye Chen was able to carry Zhiyang's sword and not die." In one sentence, everyone's eyes showed deep meaning, mixed with doubts.

At the peak of the great saint level, he held the quasi-emperor sword and slashed the sky and the earth with one sword, but he failed to kill the quasi-sage level of Ye Chen.

This one thing alone is enough to say a lot.

"Have you ever seen the clue." In a corner of the crowd, a young man in plain clothes appeared, with eyes like stars and black hair like waterfalls. He stared at it carefully, isn't it the Emperor?

He also came, and beside him was a Buddha, and this Buddha, needless to say, was the Western Zun of West Desert.

"In his body, there is a quasi-emperor power hidden in him." Xi Zunfo's eyes flashed, and his words were full of deep meaning.

"There is also the breath of the Tianxu forbidden area." The emperor frowned, "What has he experienced these days?"

"Most of them were rescued by the restricted area, and they were fused with the holy bones of the Holy Body." Xi Zun pondered, "And the hidden prestige of the emperor comes from the power of the holy bones."

"In this way, many families in Zhongzhou were destroyed and many sons of God were captured, most of which were done by Ye Chen." The emperor murmured softly, "It can withstand a blow from Zhiyang without incident. It's domineering."

There was an empty sky, Ye Chen had stabilized his figure, and there was a blood gully on his chest, with holy blood overflowing, which was very dazzling.

But in an instant, the holy blood that flowed out backflowed back, and the sensible wound recovered in the blink of an eye.

He didn't expect Zhiyang to come again, and he was beheading him with the quasi-emperor sword. If there was no holy bone protection, he would have been annihilated.

However, since it is the Holy Bone Protector with the Holy Body of Great Completion, and since Zhiyang is here, then the old and new grudges will be counted together.

Heavenly Punishment has said that the Holy Bone, which is fused with the Holy Body of Great Completion, can be used freely under the quasi-emperor level.

Although Taoist Zhiyang was only a little short of reaching the quasi-emperor level, after all, he had not yet taken that step, it was a long way off.

"Kill me! Come and kill me!" Feng Xian began to shout again, showing her white teeth, hiding beside Zhi Yang, smiling recklessly, making everyone's teeth ticklish.

"Nie Barrier, don't be slaughtered yet." Zhiyang Daoist drank coldly, but he was also horrified. His quasi-emperor sword was so terrifying, and Ye Chen was safe and sound.

His old eyes flickered with icy cold light, Ye Chen was too weird, if he was given enough time, he would definitely be an eternal giant, and he must not stay.

"Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you cast yourself." Ye Chen smiled, twisting his neck fiercely.

"Today, destroy your nine clans." His dark eyes, full of tyranny and bloodthirsty, dignified and cold words resounded through the sky.