Chapter 1682 300 Years of Cause and Effect

Chapter 1682 Three Hundred Years of Cause and Effect

The doomsday is gloomy, and the last ray of light is swept away into an abyss.

Heavenly Demon Emperor Mang and Thunder Divine Arrow, reincarnated together.

Ye Chen vomited blood and almost fell over. The holy light was very close to annihilation, blood was dripping, and the whole holy body was covered with bright blood.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor also splashed blood in the starry sky, and even the emperor's bones burst.

The most peak blow of the supreme attack, there is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, and the scars in the body are indelible.

"Why, why are you still not dead." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, his eyes protruding, covered with bloodshots.

He knocked down the Eucharist again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he couldn't kill him.

The supreme emperor was also forced into madness.

Shame, humiliation, and the face of the emperor are gone. The so-called glory and the so-called glory are all decorations.

"Even if you die, you will be dragged to hell." Ye Chen's words were sonorous, and his indestructible will created the belief in victory.

"Kill." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, rushing towards him with the Emperor Sword in his hand.

"Battle." Ye Chen clenched Xuanyuan tightly, not retreating but advancing.

A supreme emperor, wobbly, from east to west.

A Sacrament of Great Completion, staggering from west to east.

One step at a time, bloody footprints dragged the bloody body.

The two supreme beings are at the end of the battle, their blood is dry, their mana is exhausted, and even the fairy light that protects the body... is gone.

The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, the Holy Body carries the pride of the Holy Body, and the death is all on the road of conquest, desperately charging.

In the war, there is no more shocking fluctuations, but it is primitive and rude.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor swung his sword and cut a ravine on the holy body.

Ye Chen's sword fell, and there was a bloodstain on the emperor's body.

You slash me with a sword, and even if I die, I will slash back with a sword.

No one to defend, no one to evade, some just attack and then attack, frantically swinging the Emperor Sword, tirelessly.

The battle between the Supreme and the Supreme was bloody to the extreme.

Who would have thought that a Great Emperor and a Great Completion Holy Body would fight so fiercely that they would have to kill each other before it was over.

The sacred bones and the blood of the emperor are intertwined, the bones of the emperor and the sacred blood are vertical and horizontal, the blood and the bones are fighting, the bones and the blood are fighting, and they are not willing to lose.

Another blow collided, and Xuanyuan Sword was knocked over.

It seems to be more tired than Ye Chen, and it has dissipated all the light of the emperor, inserted obliquely in the starry sky, and the power of the extreme emperor has also converged to the extreme.

"Die!" The Demon Emperor smiled hideously, holding the sword in both hands, violently bloodthirsty, and slashed Ye Chen's shoulder with a sword.

"Give you a punch." Ye Chen roared, and smashed the sternum of the Demon Emperor with one punch.

The Emperor's sword, the Eucharist's punch, all suffered heavy blows.

Ye Chen staggered, vomited blood wildly, and almost fell.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor also stepped back, and the Sword of the Supreme Dao Emperor in his hand also fell off, stained with the blood of the Emperor, and inserted into the starry sky.

The eyes of the two of them were dim, they were shaky, they could not stand firm, and they were so tired that they wanted to fall down and sleep for thousands of years.

"Kill." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, dragging the bloody emperor's body, pounced on Ye Chen, his hair disheveled, like a demon.

"Battle." Ye Chen roared, limping, the staunch Holy Body, tenacious and unyielding, and waved his blood-colored fist.

The final conquest of the two supreme beings reflects the light of the end.

The Holy Body staggered with a punch by the Great Emperor, and the Great Emperor staggered with a single punch from the Holy Body, each punch seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

In the end, the Great Emperor fell, and there was no more strength to stand up.

Ye Chen came staggeringly and stepped on a bloody road.

After 300 years, he once again rode on the body of the Demon Emperor, waved his bloody fist, and smashed it down.

"This punch is for Heaven, and three hundred years are wasted."

"This punch, for Da Chu, pays homage to the dead heroic soul."

"This punch, for the heavens, will give me a good deal."

Ye Chen punched and punched, and the punches saw blood. The head of the Emperor Tianmo cracked, and the blood and bones of the emperor also flew.

Every punch fell, there was a roar, sad and sad, endless vicissitudes of life, and endless sorrow.

It was the invasion of the demons that broke his beautiful dream.

It was the invasion of the demons, leaving him with only blood and tears in his memory.

Too many people were buried, too many people were buried in other places, and the great mountains and rivers were devastated and devastated by them.

This is hatred, but also hatred. Great hatred must be avenged, anger and hatred must be eliminated, and a monstrous blood calamity has been created, and the common people must seek justice.

"Ah..." The Demon Emperor roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and every time he wanted to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.

The emperor's eyes, what kind of look is that, ferocious, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fearful.

He was defeated, and the supreme emperor was destined to be defeated again.

At that time, he was utterly defeated and was slaughtered by a Holy Body.

Today, his defeat is even worse, and it is the same person who slaughtered him.

Three hundred years of cause and effect, he still cannot escape his fate, and the destination of the emperor is still the Yellow Spring on the other side of the galaxy.

At this moment, the so-called Great Emperor, the so-called Supreme Being of Ten Thousand Domains, became... one of the funniest jokes in the world.

"Ah..." A great emperor's heart collapsed.

"This punch, for the common people, the blood debt needs to be paid with blood."

Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, instilled endless wounds and pain with one punch, and blew up the Demon Emperor.

The cycle of karma, the battle of fate that lasted more than 300 years, the Holy Body won again, defied the sky and slaughtered the emperor, and paid the blood debt.

Blood and tears swept across his eyes, grieved and desolate.

The blood of the emperor was splashed all over the starry sky, just like in the past, it was splashed all over the Great Chu, to pay homage to the dead heroes, and to comfort the deceased in the spirit of the sky.

When the Heavenly Demon Emperor died, the demonic curse imprint on him dissipated.

The demon soldiers who were still fighting, whether it was Da Chu, Xuanhuang, Xinghai or Wanyu, were all turned into flying ashes, and they turned into pieces of historical dust.

They are roaring to death, with unwillingness and anger, the emperor died, and after three hundred years, they were defeated again.

"We won, we won." Da Chu cultivator burst into tears with excitement.

"We won, we won." Xuanhuang cultivator shouted, all raised the remnants, shouted loudly, and the sound shook the world.

"We won, we won." The cultivators of the heavens roared, no matter the seniors or juniors, their bodies trembled and tears filled their eyes.

"He slaughtered the emperor again, continuing the myth of immortality."

"The Holy Body lineage has not disappointed the common people of all regions."

"We... are getting old." The nine emperors of Chu, the nine great generals, the seven sons of Donghua, the sword god, and Mo Yuan all smiled.

This is no longer their era, but even more so, the future generations will lead a new legend.

One world slaughtered two emperors, his achievements against the sky are unprecedented, and there will be no future ones, he is the real myth.

The heavens trembled, exclaimed for him, and rejoiced in victory.

But in this immortal battle, too many heroes were killed.

The starry sky is full of weeping, and too many people are looking for their loved ones.

A starry sky, the iron rod of the ancestor of the holy ape, stained with blood.

He died in battle, fighting alone, until the ape's body collapsed, and his body disappeared, and he went to Huangquan with the devil that day.

A starry sky, a broken battle axe, bloody.

That is the ancestor of Kui Niu, who pulled up the Earth Demon Lord and went to hell. The inheritance of the emperor's way did not humiliate the prestige of the previous emperor.

A starry sky, five blood-clothed pieces, swaying with the sand of the galaxy.

That is the ancestor of the five royal families in the southern region. After fighting to the death, they each fought off a demon king, and the battle spirit was branded in the heavens.

A starry sky, five broken instruments, annihilated the divine light,

That is the ancestor of the ancient five clans, who became ashes under the star wind, killed countless demons, and fought for the future.

Too many people died, and too many sect races were overthrown and wiped out.

The heavens and myriad regions are riddled with holes, bones piled up into mountains, blood flowing into rivers, swords, spears, swords, and halberds all over the battlefield.

They fought a great victory, but it was so tragic that people wanted to cry. The war was cruel, and the universe was flooded and washed with blood.

This battle, destined to be remembered by future generations, swept across all regions, and each and every life became a heroic soul.

Under the apocalypse, Ye Chen took heavy steps and moved forward with difficulty.

His back is lonely and desolate, covered with the dust of years.

His road is paved with blood and bones, he journeys step by step, defying the sky step by step, engraving his body and the Tao into eternity.

"Three years, I still have three years." His voice was hoarse, his smile was vicissitudes of life, and he was full of longing for three years.

In three years, he will marry a wife, have children, and play in the world of red dust, no matter what the world is up to.

In front, a colorful fairy light suddenly appeared, and a colorful sword appeared out of nowhere. Looking closely, it was the Sword of Immortal Execution.

The legendary Sword of God, screaming in silence at this moment, slashed out an immortal river and slashed towards the weak Ye Chen.

"Zhu Xianjian." Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, but staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everything happened in an instant, and the Holy Body couldn't react in time.

He was hit on the spot and flew out, blood splattered, blood and bones flying, and it was very dazzling in the dark starry sky.

While flying upside down, his holy body vibrated, and the six worlds of red dust separated, one left and one right, attacking the Immortal Execution Sword.

Zhu Xianjian smiled faintly, cold and unscrupulous, like a beam of immortal light, tearing apart the nothingness of the sky, and instantly escaped into it.

The six worlds of red dust crossed the long river of time, still one left and one right, in no particular order, they all chased in at the same time.

The Sword of Immortal Execution came and went quickly, just to kill Ye Chen, just like when he sneaked up on the Eucharist Chen Zhan before time immemorial.

The starry sky, as the three left one after another, fell into tranquility.

Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, swaying like falling flowers.

At this moment, it is no longer the pinnacle of the Emperor, nor is it the Holy Body of Great Accomplishment that dominates the world, it is just a humble heaven.

His eyes were dim to the point of no light, his hair was wispy white, and the fire of his life was annihilating very close.

Once again he grew old and tired enough to die.

Zhu Xianjian's sneak attack directly cut off his life. His so-called three years were just a good wish.

In the haze, he seemed to see a peerless woman, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back at him and smiling.

This time, he saw clearly, saw that face clearly.

This time, he saw clearly where the so-called three-year lifespan came from: she was wearing a wedding dress, walked up to the altar, and lay beside him, tender and full of tears.

"Nan Ming... Yushu." He cried, his eyes full of muddy tears.