The First Thousand Five Hundred and Ninety-Eighth Chapter Friends Save Me

Chapter 1598 Fellow Daoist Save Me

Amidst the discussion, Taoist Zhiyang escaped into a group of mountains.

Ye Chen raised the blood sword, then rushed in, and slashed with the sword.

Then, the mountains collapsed one after another and were razed to the ground, unable to withstand the coercion of the Zhundi soldiers and Dacheng Sacred Bone,

Zhiyang burned the power of Yuanshen and sacrificed Shou Yuan with blood.

He only cares about running for his life, how can there be any majesty of the Great Sage.

Ye Chen chased after him and kept swinging his sword. Zhiyang's body was chopped apart again and again, healed again and again, and chopped apart again and again.

One chase and one kill, like a divine light, like a fairy light.

All the mountains that we encountered collapsed; the seas we crossed were all dry;

Who would have thought that this pursuit lasted for three days and three nights, and went back and forth for tens of thousands of miles, without any results.

With the support of holy bones, Ye Chen's speed was indeed as fast as a god.

However, although his combat power is far stronger than Zhiyang, if Zhiyang flees with all his strength, he will not be able to catch up easily.

He is a fusion of holy bones, but it is difficult to control such a domineering power. This drawback is difficult to ignore.

To a vast sea again, boundless and magnificent.

Taoist Zhiyang fled in desperately, and then roared, "Fellow Daoist Canghai save me, Fellow Taoist Canghai save me."

He seemed to have known that there were powerful monks in this sea, so he came to ask for help, trying to avoid Ye Chen's pursuit.

Not to mention, there are really people in this sea, and their cultivation is not low.

It was an old man in white, slowly walking out of the bottom of the sea, the realm was a great sage, and he was a little short of Daoist Zhiyang.

He is here in Haiqing to practice retreat, and it is unlikely that he will be disturbed.

However, when he saw the bloody Daoist Zhiyang, he was stunned, "Daoist Zhiyang, how could this be."

"Save me, save me." Zhiyang Taoist rushed towards him frantically.

The old man in white was even more stunned,

Subconsciously he looked towards the opposite side.

As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw Ye Chen, holding a bloody sword, with turbulent suffocation and murderous aura, like a demon.

"Emperor?" The white clothed old man was surprised, but he shook his head again soon, "No, it's because of some kind of power."

Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward, first cupped his hands, and then smiled slightly, "I don't know if you can sell the old man a thin face, I have to forgive others and forgive them."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, waved his sword directly, and slashed the head of the white-robed old man with one sword. That scene was not without blood.

He didn't keep his hand, but a lore sword, not only cut off the head of the white-clothed old man, but also destroyed his primordial spirit.

The head rolled down, and the eyes of the old man in white were prominent.

He was depressed, and he should have been aggrieved. The dignified sage was killed by someone in front of him, and he was caught off guard.

At the last moment of the annihilation of his mind, he realized what regret was, whether he should run out and pretend to be coercive, and whether he should do this and be old, and even cause death.

After beheading the white-haired old man, Ye Chen stepped on the sky and continued to chase.

Taoist Zhiyang stumbled all the way, and the old man in white blocked the gun for him, but he fled extremely fast and did not dare to look back.

The spectators followed, and when they saw the old man in white with his head in a different place, they couldn't help but sigh, "Take a good clean up and retreat well, but you have to run out."

"It's alright now, if you haven't installed it, let's split it!"

"Zuo, this is Zuo." Some old guys shook their heads secretly, "I didn't know the hatred between Ye Chen and Zhiyang Taoist, so they ran out to meddle in their own business and deserved to be destroyed."

"It's hard enough to say that Ye Chen is ruthless." The sighs and tongues came one after another, "If you say it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. It's really willful."

"This time counts as a truth, don't provoke the Holy Communion, the consequences are very serious." Too many people shook their heads and laughed.

No one refutes this, it's really a truth.

Counting it down, Xuanhuang came from Ye Chen, but whoever had a trouble with Ye Chen ended up in a happy ending.

No, almost none, from the Emperor Taiqing Palace to the current Zhiyang, they are all bloody examples.

After chasing and killing, there will be audiences behind, and there will be a mighty crowd.

More people were provoked. Seeing Daoist Zhiyang being chased and killed, and hearing about today's events, they were shocked and their eyes went straight.

The people who gathered were like the ranks of the audience, many of whom were of the great saint level, but none of them dared to intercede.

However, there are so many people who don't believe in evil, always want to run out and pretend to be coercive, just like this one.

It was a purple-haired old man, a genuine saint.

He was not a local monk in Zhongzhou, but came from the far east, and came to Zhongzhou, which happened to happen.

"Fellow Daoist, save me." Seeing the old man in the purple robe walking forward, the Taoist Zhiyang swooped over, in a state of embarrassment.

"Don't be afraid, fellow Daoist, I'll intercede for you, it shouldn't be a big problem." The purple-robed old man smiled, with a leisurely demeanor.

Having said that, this fellow looked at Ye Chen, raised his arms and cupped his hands.

Of course, before he could speak, Ye Chen had already slashed over with one sword, and the holy bone cooperated with the might of the Emperor's sword to destroy the dead.

The purple-robed old man's expression changed, and he wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

Blood splashed, a head rolled down, only the primordial spirit escaped, and said in horror, "I don't care, I don't care."

Ye Chen didn't respond, and the wave was another tyrannical sword.

On the spot, the purple-robed old man knelt down, and his primordial spirit died.

Just like the old man in white, the moment before his death, he was extremely regretful. He came to this Zhongzhou from Donghuang not far away, and he just walked around and pretended to be noble.

This is a good time. After thousands of years of hard work, one step was wrong, and he went directly to Huangquan, and he even chose his own tomb.

The spectators walked by, sighing constantly, and they could only mourn in silence.

Chasing and killing continued, all the way rumbling, all the way blood robbery.

Ahead, the ancient city appeared, majestic, and the Taoist Zhiyang flew over, roaring loudly, "Save me."

The ancient city trembled, and the great holy might overflowed, and then there was a cold snort, "Junior, you have to be spared and spared."

Ye Chen didn't speak, and chased Daoist Zhiyang into the ancient city.

The blood-haired old man has been waiting for the battle, his blood is so high that he has reached the bottleneck of the quasi-emperor, and his cultivation level is shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhiyang.

"Huayang City, there is no room for you to make mistakes." The blood-robed old man snorted coldly, hanging the treasure pot on his head, and the cold voice resounded for nine days.

Ye Chen held the blood sword, his pace continued, and he swung the sword directly.

The blood-haired old man was furious and moved the treasure pot to fight against it.

In the next instant, his treasure pot cracked and was chopped to pieces by Ye Chen's sword, and the falling fragments also turned into fly ash.

The instrument of his life was broken, and he was also attacked. He vomited blood on the spot, stepped back, and his face changed greatly in an instant.

"I don't care about this matter anymore." The blood-haired old man turned around and fled, his expression pale, his heart trembled, and his air was cold.

He wanted to escape, but how could Ye Chen let him go.

The second sword has arrived, beheading the body of the blood-haired old man.

Then came the third sword, the blood-haired old man's primordial spirit was destroyed.

"Yes, another great sage." The spectators sighed, "If you don't know anything, you rush out to make trouble and seek abuse."

"The Great Sage who was wiped out by Taoist Zhiyang is already the third one. Visually, Zhiyang is also a disaster star, and it does not harm people."

"Save me, save me." In front, Taoist Zhiyang was still roaring, roaring all the way to escape, calling for help all the way.

It's just that the lessons from the past, the bloody examples one after another, have been spread all over the world, who would foolishly run out to intercede with him, unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.

Ye Chen is too strong, or in other words, the Holy Bone of the Holy Body is too overbearing, and the remaining power still exists, who dares to fight under the Emperor.

More and more people gathered to watch the show, and the great sages grabbed a lot of them, but they were only showgoers, not looking for excitement.

Taoist Zhiyang's face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was completely cold.

Seeing the truth in times of adversity, this time he really understood.

On weekdays, they are called brothers and sisters, and if they have a good relationship, I wish I could lend my daughter-in-law to sleep. This is difficult, so I don't speak at all.

"Senior, save me." While speaking, this fellow ran into a lonely desert forest, and when he entered, he roared.

"Senior?" The spectator raised his eyebrows. Someone who could be called a senior by Zhiyang could be a quasi-emperor.

Thinking of this, everyone rushed after them.

In the depths of the barren forest, there is a lake. There is an old man by the lake, dressed in a scorpion and a cloak, fishing leisurely.

"It's really a quasi emperor." The spectator exclaimed in surprise.

"It's a good show now." Many people rubbed their hands together, their eyes bright, "He won't even do it to Emperor Zhun!"

"Fighting against Emperor Zhun, I don't know which of the two is weaker or stronger."