Chapter 1829 Can Be Interesting

Chapter 1829 Interesting

Hearing the sound, everyone present turned their heads and looked behind them.

When he entered his eyes, he saw a golden figure walking on the galaxy, and every time the soles of his feet fell, the sky would rumble.

That was Ye Chen, and he finally came. He was masked by a ghost, and his murderous aura was so high that he was like a murderer from hell.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death." Nine Prince Jin Yan smiled, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked out into the sky with interest.

"A saint who dares to make mistakes, I will suppress him." An old man snorted coldly behind the ninth prince Jin Ling.

"Retreat." Ninth Prince Jin Ling waved his hand and licked his scarlet tongue, "This king likes to watch emotional pictures the most."

"Who is that person!" The cultivators below were talking a lot, all looking at Ye Chen, but he was not good enough, and he couldn't see Ye Chen's true face, only knowing Ye Chen's murderous aura made people tremble.

"Eighty percent of him is an old friend of Xi Zun, who came to rescue him this time."

"It's just a saint's realm, and it's not enough for Jin Ling to stick his teeth. Isn't this courting death?" The voices of worry came one after another.

While speaking, Ye Chen had arrived and went straight to the stone platform. The monks from all directions were very tacit and made way for him.

Even the people of the Jinling clan who were guarding the stone platform gave way with a grin and let Ye Chen come straight up.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, waved his hand to break the chain that hung Xi Zun, and held it on a layer of soft clouds.

"Go, go quickly." Xi Zun's eyes were dim. His voice was extremely weak and hoarse, blood was pouring out of his mouth, messy long hair, covering half of his face, was no longer in human form, and the fire of life was annihilating.

"Don't talk." Ye Chen said indifferently, putting his palm on Xi Zun's back, instilling rolling real power, using the source of the Holy Body to stabilize his heart, and using Primordial Spirit to stabilize his true body and mind.

"Damn." Kui Niu scolded, his eyes blood red.

Is this still Xi Zun? The Xuanhuang Xizun in his memory was solemn and dazzling, like the incarnation of a god.

But now, more like a beggar, like a dog.

And all of this, thanks to the gift of Jin Ling, wiped out all the Buddhas in the Western Desert, smeared all living beings, and stained this land with blood.

"Take a good rest.

"Ye Chen flicked his hands and put Xi Zun into a deep sleep, and then sent him into the copper furnace.

"Dare to come here, you are by no means a nameless person, sign up to come here." Ninth Prince Jin Yan smiled and looked down at Ye Chen.

"You don't need to know." Ye Chen was calm and frightening.

"Looking for death." Jin Ling on the stone platform, holding the war ge, surrounded him, all of them grinned, and their faces were ferocious and terrifying.

Ye Chen moved, stepped down, and disappeared in an instant.

The next scene was a little weird. He didn't see his figure, but he saw Jin Yan's head rolling down one by one.

Hundreds of golden scorpions were all destroyed within three seconds.

The monk from the four directions opened his mouth and stared blankly at the stone platform. The headless golden scorpion was still resting on the pestle.

This is too shocking, to know that it is Jin Ling.

What kind of existence is Jin Lai, the first batch of creatures in the world, how domineering blood, hundreds of Jin Lai people, there are many quasi-sage kings, they were killed by a saint in three seconds.

The most depressing are those Jin Ling who were killed in seconds.

Vaguely visible, every head that rolled off the stage, a pair of eyes, are all unbelievable, and no one even looked at them, they were killed in seconds, and they were neat and tidy.

A wind of blood came, and Ye Chen manifested his true form again. His murderous aura was surging into the sky, and the killing sword he was holding was still bleeding and ticking at the moment.

"Interesting." The ninth prince Jin Yan smiled playfully, but that fellow was calm, still lying on his back, not feeling sorry for his own death, not even frowning, and not at all shocked by Ye Chen's combat power.

"There are more interesting things." Ye Chen went straight to the tower.

"It's too much." A holy king slaughtered out, evolved a secret technique in his palm, and covered the sky with one palm.

"Go away." Ye Chen punched him into a blood mist.

Seeing this, the monks in the four directions all gasped, that was the Holy King! But he was beaten up by a saint.

"Caught this king alive." Nine Prince Jin Yan sneered.

Under the order, the old man behind him killed him in one step. He was a great saint, and his coercion made the sky buzz.

Of course, in the next instant, he came back, and was punched back by Ye Chen, and he pretended to be sloppy.

To make matters worse, before he could stop his body, a spear arrived and nailed him to the tower for life.

His eyes were prominent, full of depression, and he wanted to ask, why are you so strong, a saint.

It's a pity that he has no chance, and many secret techniques have not been used, so he was killed, and the primordial spirit also died.

The cultivator below was petrified, and the two eyes were staring straight, the saint level destroyed the great saint, subverting the outlook on life.

The ninth prince Jin Ling was restless, he stood up suddenly, and defeated the great sage with one move. Is he a quasi-emperor?

"It's interesting." Ye Chen took the blood-stained killing sword and walked to the tower step by step. His smile made people horrified.

"Kill, take him down for this king." Jiu Jiu Jin roared as he stepped back, his eyes full of hideous expressions.

When the words fell, thousands of figures were slaughtered, and there were many great saints and holy kings, or magic weapons, magical powers, or killing formations, overwhelmingly pressing on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's figure was like a ghost, he shrunk in one step to dodge, entered the enemy's line, swept away with a sword, and splattered blood.

"Suppress me." A great sage of Jin Ling shouted loudly, urging the divine mirror of the natal weapon, and volleyed towards Ye Chengai.

"Suppress your sister." Ye Chen moved the killing sword in his hand, bursting with the might of the emperor, and cutting out a dazzling immortal river against the sky, like cutting tofu, cutting the mirror in half.

The natal weapon was broken, the Great Sage Jin Ling vomited blood and turned out, his old eyes shrunk to the size of a pinhead, "Zun Emperor soldier."

"You guessed it right." Ye Chen approached in an instant, with a sword Fengshen, pierced through his eyebrows and chopped off his real body.

"Destroy." The second great sage of the Jinyi tribe was killed, and thousands of secret methods melted with one finger, pointing directly at Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen sneered, raised his hand suddenly, grabbed the finger of the Great Sage Jin Yi, and broke it directly.

The next moment, the Great Sage Jin Ling knelt down, his head was chopped off, and the escaped Primordial Spirit could not escape Ye Chen's execution.

"Trap him." There were shouts from all directions, but the four great saints joined forces to sacrifice the killing formation, condensing the cage, locking Ye Chen into it, and wreaking havoc with the power of annihilation.

This is the banning formation of the Jinling clan. It is ancient and mysterious, and it is enough to instantly ban the Great Sage. It is very domineering.

However, although this formation was powerful, it was not threatening to Ye Chen. The cage was just formed, and a gap was cut by Ye Chen's sword, like a dragon rushing out.

"I'll make you sleepy." Ye Chen drank coldly, and after rushing out, he started to kill, and a great saint was instantly beheaded.

"Join force, kill him." The three great sages of the golden scorpion shouted, and all the sage kings also surrounded and killed him, making wild moves.

"A group of rats." Ye Chen sneered, opened and closed, dancing the killing sword recklessly, and the pieces of Jin Ling fell.

Like a god of war, he was invincible. Among the thousands of golden scorpions, he was like entering a realm of no one, until he was mad.

The picture was bloody, blood was pouring down like rain, and the surging blood mist obscured the stars and moonlight. Under the sky, it became an Asura field, and a killing god was harvesting lives.

"Chen Ye, he is Chen Ye." Someone exclaimed among the monks watching the battle, seemingly recognizing who Ye Chen was, and the hissing sound shook the sky.

"The great prehistoric clan guarded the coast, and he actually landed."

"No wonder, no wonder there is such a combat power." The older monks are also excited and their blood is boiling. Compared with the battle of Xuanhuang Xinghai, now this is a small trouble.

"Fun, really fun, kill him into a mountain of bones."

"Impossible, it's impossible." Looking at the tower, Ninth Prince Jin Yan's face was as pale as paper, and he stumbled back, his body trembling with fear.

The dignified Prince Jin Ling, at this moment, does not have the slightest demeanor that he used to be calm and composed, like a lost dog.

How could he have thought that the one who killed Chen Ye, Chen Ye's vicious name, how could he not know that in the Xuanhuang Xinghai, tens of thousands of warships of the six prehistoric tribes, a dozen quasi emperors, and millions of monks, All were killed and returned home, such a ruthless man, how could they be able to take it down.