Chapter 1711 Overlord

Chapter 1711 Overlord

Outside the ghost town, it was very lively, with people standing next to each other.

In the ghost town, there are few people, and they also went out to watch the play.

A ghost general was beaten and maimed for life. This thing sounds fresh, but when I ran to see it, I felt cold all over.

Ye Chen carried the storage bag and returned to the small garden all the way.

The mood is really good. After the fight, there is still a treasure. If anyone finds fault with him again, he doesn't mind doing a few more fights.

Even if Yama is looking for trouble, he is not afraid.

In the battle between the juniors, if the seniors have to intervene, then he will go to Emperor Huang to chat, there is a backstage, we are not afraid.

"It's undeniable that you can still pretend."

When he entered the small garden, he heard a meaningful voice from Kui Niu. Although he closed his eyes, he could see clearly.

It really answered Xuanhuang's words, the seventh of his family, wherever he goes, where is the lively, and what about the underworld, he is still not cowardly.

"Low-key." Ye Chen said with a serious face, tore open the storage bag of the flying dragon, and was shaken to the point where gold stars appeared in his eyes.

The treasure of the flying dragon and the underworld general is still very eye-catching.

The storage of this goods is much more than that of the ghost spring.

Ye Chen is very sensible, and the pills to replenish soul power are crushed one by one. At this moment, what Kui Niu needs is soul power.

If he hadn't cared about Zhao Yun, he would have pulled out the primordial spirit of the flying dragon and the underworld general, and refined it into the power of the primordial spirit for Kui Niu to use.

"Lao Qi, is Emperor Huang really in the underworld?" Kui Niu asked.

"That's still fake." Ye Chen smiled, constantly wielding his soul power, "The world is so big, it's really amazing."

"When you have some free time, take me to see the Emperor Huang!" Kui Niu grinned, "One-on-one ruthless man without emperor!"

"Let's condense the primordial spirit first." Ye Chen accepted the magical power, "In the future, there will be time to meet in the heavens and the world."

"It's a good feeling." Kui Niu smiled even more happily.

A picture has been foreseen: Emperor Huang hangs and beats the great tribes one by one.

The heavens are not unmanned. If they don't come, they are already gone. If they come, they will come to someone who you can't afford to offend. You are so powerful that you can also go to the Five Emperors.

Thinking about it, Kui Niu forcibly suppressed his excitement and fell into a deep sleep again. The most important thing at the moment is to concentrate.

Ye Chen sacrificed the barrier and enveloped the entire small garden.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged under the old tree, and comprehended the Divine Treasure.

The Divine Treasures of the Emperor Desolate, with all kinds of artistic conceptions, outlines a vast picture, mysterious and mysterious.

Shenzang is like a mountain and a sea, and he is like the gravel under the mountain, like a drop in the ocean.

What he could see was only the tip of the iceberg, and it would take endless years of comprehension to unlock all the divine treasures.

The small garden fell into tranquility, only the real overcast wind was blowing.

Outside, the fainting Fei Longming brought the person back.

Those who went out of the city to watch the play also came back in groups of three or five, each sighing and sighing, and each of them was still unfinished.

"Look for that guy, but I can't let him enter the gambling arena again." A group of gambling arena masters gathered together and muttered.

"I think it's better. Even the flying dragon and the underworld general have been defeated. If he pushes hard, can our gang be able to stop him?"

"That's true." The hostess stroked their beards one after another.

In today's battle, I saw Ye Chen's strength. The gambling arena can no longer be opened, and it will be bankrupt.

"What an accident." On the side of Ghost Street, Madam Meng was walking on crutches, and she was the one who was most shocked.

How long has it been since Naihe Bridge that day, the soul of the past, not only condensed the primordial spirit, but also grew to such a terrifying level that the flying dragon and the underworld were all defeated.

"There are so many demons in the underworld." Madam Meng shook her head sighingly, and no longer cared about Ye Chen's loss of her status.

As she was walking, she couldn't help but stop, quietly looking at a wall with a portrait of a woman posted on the wall, belonging to Chu Ling.

She is the last Naihe Bridge God, and Chu Ling is this Nai He Bridge God, looking at it like this, can't help but feel a little emotional.

Sometimes I think about it, it's good to be outside, you don't need to stand on the bridge of Naihe, and you don't need to feed people that forgetful soup.

After living for a long time and watching a lot, she was already tired of it, tired of the reincarnated person, the tears when she drank Meng Po soup.

The soup of forgetfulness is made with those tears, and every drop is filled with memories, one after another, back and forth.

Her state of mind sublimated at this moment, and she actually advanced while walking, with a saint-level cultivation base, and a step-by-step quasi-sage king.

Everyone on the road looked sideways, and their expressions were extremely astonished, and they could advance when they walked. Why don't we have such good luck?

Madam Meng smiled kindly, and understood the cause and effect.

Encountering Ye Chen is the cause of calamity and the fruit of good fortune. She should thank Ye Chen. After hundreds of years, she finally took that step.

In the small garden, Ye Chen did not move at all, like an old monk sitting in meditation.

This sitting is nine days, and everything is so peaceful.

It was not until the tenth day that he saw his holy body tremble, his expression changed subtly, his brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes stretched.

I don't know when, he got up. Although he closed his eyes, he stepped out of the ghost town and stood above the virtual sky.

A gust of gloomy wind blows, and there is a striped road between his eyebrows, which is slowly drawn and gathered into a divine pattern.

Then, wisps of mysterious power overflowed from his body, quickly sketching an illusory figure.

The illusory figure was not small, about a hundred feet long.

Its eyebrows are also engraved with the same divine lines as Ye Chen's eyebrows.

From a distance, the huge illusory figure is like a mountain with a height of 100 feet, standing between heaven and earth.

And Ye Chen stood on the chest of the illusory figure.

The illusory figure, like a pair of armor, wrapped Ye Chen.

Strangely, the facial features, appearance, and even hairstyle of the phantom figure were the same as Ye Chen.

In other words, it is Ye Chen after magnifying a hundred feet.

The difference is that Ye Chen has flesh and blood, but it is illusory.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, and the huge figure also opened his eyes.

Ye Chen raised his palm, and the huge figure also raised his palm.

Ye Chen took a step, and the huge figure also took a step.

To put it bluntly, the huge figure and Ye Chen's movements are synchronized and integrated. Whatever Ye Chen does, he does what he does.

Even when Ye Chen laughed, it laughed, Ye Chen's hair floated slightly, and his illusory hair also floated slightly.

This is one of the ancient sacred sacred treasures, its name: Tyrant Body.

This God Treasure can be called an absolute defense. If you want to hurt him, you must first break through the figure wrapped around him.

This divine treasure can also be called an absolute attack. When Ye Chen attacked, he also attacked, and the power was amplified.

"It's really good." Ye Chen laughed, twisting his neck fiercely, and the figure of the tyrant also laughed and twisted his neck as well.

"Standing high means looking far." Ye Chen took a step and walked in the virtual sky, looking around in all directions.

The figure of the tyrant is also walking, just like Ye Chen, looking in all directions in the ring, the huge soles of feet, every time they fall, the ground trembles, banging loudly.

Passing by a towering ancient tree, Ye Chen directly reached out.

Although the ancient tree is big, in front of the figure of the tyrant, it is like a grass, and when two fingers are pinched, it is uprooted.

While walking, Ye Chen transformed into a sword in his hand.

At the same time, Ba Ti Renying also had a sword in his hand, but it was illusory, but it was much bigger than the one in Ye Chen's hand, at least twenty or thirty feet.

Ye Chen started to make a fuss, looking for a room and dancing the sword.

The figure of the domineering body is really synchronized with his movements.

Looking at it from a distance, I saw an illusory giant, laying on the sword, and inadvertently flattened the surrounding mountains.

"I... my mother go, then... what is that."

The little ghosts passing by looked at that place with a dazed expression.

Unreal, is that a ghost? But it's too big.

In the middle of the night, he held a huge and illusory sword, swung it around, jumped up and down, and the movement was extremely loud.

More and more people gathered, and there were as many ghost towns.

Too many people raised their heads and looked at that side in confusion.

"How can such a big person appear, it is still illusory."

"Is it a ghost? Never seen such a big ghost."

"Have you ever found that that person... looks a little familiar."

"Of course, the face is familiar, and it is exactly the same as that of Eucharist Ye Chen, but what kind of magical power is this, is it an outsider's law?"

"What are you looking at!" Ye Chen howled when he saw a lot of people.

His voice was extremely loud, like an ancient thunder, the space distorted and collapsed one mountain after another.

It has been said that whatever he does, the figure of the tyrant will do. He howls, and the figure of the tyrant screams.

Such a big person, the voice is not big!

This is the blessing of combat power. His voice is not big, but the voice of the figure is loud! It was a huge figure.

The picture is a bit embarrassing, the big ghost and the little ghost ghost king collapsed, and there are many underworld generals, and the seeds are buzzing.

"It really surprised me. It only took nine days to open the hegemony body." On the top of Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming smiled faintly, "Emperor Huang, you are in the same vein as the ancient sacred body, and you are a talented person."

"He will be the most amazing desolate holy body, there is no one." Emperor Huang smiled, the ancestors of the holy body, full of relief.