Chapter 2012 Saint King Dou Dasheng

Chapter 2012 Saint King Dou Dasheng

Saying that, the red-haired young man was released from the imprisonment of the fairy mother, and there was a second immortal light with a flick of his finger. After submerging into Jiujianxian's body, Jiujianxian, who was already better than dead, was even more painful, and was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't try to commit suicide, because, in front of me, you... are not even qualified to die." The red-haired youth's smile was like a demon, and he was still a lunatic demon. Playing with people in the world was his greatest pleasure. To this end, he did not hesitate to use all evil means.

"Go... go." Jiujianxian's roar came from his soul.

"Noisy." The red-haired young man snorted coldly, flicking his hand with a third beam of immortal light, and entering the body of Jiujianxian again.

"Hmm..." Jiujianxian held his head and planted it on the ground.

"Take it off, I'll take it off." Fairy Mother Yaochi choked and said, knowing what the red-haired youth wants, isn't it just to make fun of the world? As long as she can save her lover, she doesn't mind letting go of the dignity of a woman.

"That's right!" The red-haired youth laughed.

"To your sister." As soon as the red-haired young man finished speaking, he heard an angry shout, which came from the depths of the Xinghai, and a sound that blended with the power of cultivation, like an ancient thunder, shaking the waves of the Xinghai.

"Who?" The red-haired young man's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes were squinting at the opposite side, his eyebrows were still wrinkled, because he felt the pressure from the angry shout, and the speaker was very strong.

boom!

With a bang, the sea of ​​​​stars was turbulent, and the waves were terrifying.

However, in the dazzling starlight, a blurred figure manifested, walking out slowly, step by step, with a tenacious pace, as heavy as a mountain, and the rolling evil spirit intertwined and danced with the icy evil spirit, making the turbulent galaxy freeze inch by inch. , There are also pictures of destruction visions outlined, as if the person who walked out of the depths of the star sea was an unparalleled demon god.

The comer is Ye Chen of the ancient Eucharist.

He originally left, but because of the red-haired youth, he turned back and saw the end from the beginning.

There were so many times, he couldn't help but want to shoot.

However, he also knew that once he made a move, it would disturb Ying Jie, and it was very likely that the two would be buried.

But now, he had to take action.

The red-haired youth made it clear that he wanted to torture the two of them,

If he doesn't intervene again, the fairy mother will be greatly humiliated and ravaged to death. The red-haired youth will let Jiujianxian go, and if the Jiujianxian can survive the calamity, he will also feel guilty for a lifetime. That kind of mental ordeal is better than killing him. Also painful.

While speaking, Ye Chen settled down.

For the red-haired youth, he directly ignored it, flicked a ray of divine light with his hand, submerged into Jiujianxian's body, wiped out the poison curse in his body, and then sent it to Fairy Mother Yaochi.

"It can break my poison curse." The red-haired youth smiled.

"So what?" Ye Chen's words were flat.

"So, the old man will let you live rather than die." The red-haired young man smiled, raised his hand openly, and approached Ye Chen through the void. The palm, how terrifying, is enough to instantly annihilate a peak of the Holy King Realm.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and only responded with the most powerful attack. He clenched his golden fist tightly, carved in seal script between his palms and fingers, blended thousands of magical powers, and blessed the Dao of Chaos.

boom!

The fists and palms slammed, the rumblings rang out, and the sea of ​​​​stars swayed.

Going to see the two, Ye Chen is like a monument to the world, standing still, only with a strong cloak, long hair fluttering, standing on the sea of ​​​​stars, which is a symbol, a symbol of a generation of legends and eternal myths.

As for the red-haired young man, he was still stepping back, and after retreating a hundred feet, he barely stopped his body. Before he could breathe, he sprayed blood, and his palms and fingers were even more bloody.

"How is it possible for a holy king." The red-haired youth was full of bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were full of shock. He was a great saint! Raising his hand can destroy the holy king, but at this moment, he is completely defeated by the holy king.

Not only he was shocked, but Jiujian Xian and Fairy Mother, who were supporting each other not far away, were also shocked to petrify. Although the Great Sage and the Sage King were only one step away, they were one day and one place. Their combat power was not at the same level. Wang, how can you not be shocked to actually vomit blood from a great saint?

However, how do they know that the holy king in front of them is not an ordinary holy king. He is a holy body, an invincible desolate holy body of the same rank. He has slaughtered the emperor and created immortal myths. Level, the pinnacle of the holy king, enough to be able to hard steel the great sage.

"Who the hell are you?" The red-haired youth shouted violently, staring at Ye Chen with terrifying eyes.

It's a pity that Ye Chen wears a cloak, which is more secretive to cover up, and does not show his true face. It is his vision of a great saint, and it is also embarrassing. He only knows that there is a terrible power hidden in Ye Chen's body.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to understand that you have to pay a heavy price for your actions today." Ye Chen's words were still flat, and his expression was calm and emotionless.

Anyone who knows him knows that the more he is like this, the more terrifying he is, like a wild beast that has been sleeping for eternity, about to wake up, his anger, accompanied by blood, accompanied by death.

"Arrogant." The red-haired youth shouted angrily, surging qi and blood, and the peak combat power was instantly activated. One palm pushed out a bloody ocean. Inside, there was a blood dragon roaring. Once engulfed, it would never be supernatural. For thousands of years, too many people were buried in his blood.

Ye Chen did not advance but retreated, and with one palm like a divine sword, split the sea of ​​blood.

The red-haired youth was devoured by backlash, spurting blood and retreating.

Before he could stop his figure, Ye Chen slayed like a ghost, pointed at the divine light, and pierced his chest, the bloody hole pierced through the front chest and back, scarlet blood spurting.

The red-haired youth gritted his teeth and fled behind him instantly, avoiding the lore.

But seeing that in his body, the divine light continued to shoot out one after another.

After looking closely, I realized that the gods and beams were ancient battle flags, lined up in all directions, causing a killing formation, trapping Ye Chen in it, killing the thunder, and wreaking havoc in the formation.

"Die!" The red-haired youth grinned, confident in this formation.

Of course, he picked the wrong target.

If more than 30 years ago, he used the formation method to kill Ye Chen, it would still be possible.

It's just that today's eve is different from the past. Today's Ye Chen, for more than 30 years, has formed the emperor's way, Fuxi, ninety-nine or eighty, and his understanding is transparent. Whether it is breaking the formation or building the formation, his attainments have surpassed him. Above, the mere formation, how sleepy the Lord is an unparalleled god of war.

In just a split second, Ye Chen broke out, like a dragon vacating.

The red-haired youth suddenly changed color, and he didn't have time to be shocked. While fleeing, he shot thunder and lightning in his eyes. He did not cut his flesh, but directly attacked the primordial spirit. With this primordial mystery method, he had slain many great enemies.

Ye Chen's expression didn't change, and he confronted him with the gods, destroying the red-haired youth's thunder and lightning, and then slammed into the air, splitting his body, and the bloody bones that burst out, exploded into ashes in the fly.

"I don't believe it." The red-haired youth growled.

Immediately, he heard a humming sound, and the center of his eyebrows shot out a fairy light, which turned into a divine mirror. The whole body was red, engraved with divine lines, and flashed with a strange light, which can disturb people's minds and spirits. It is already a great holy soldier, crushing the stars and the sky, inch by inch.

Ye Chen is strong and domineering. He has no weapons and only golden fists. His desolate and ancient holy body is the most powerful divine weapon. He has used hard steel with his bare hands to wield extreme weapons, so how can he be afraid of a great holy soldier.

boom!

With a bang, the red-haired youth's natal mirror was punched by Ye Chen, and the bang exploded, and the fragments of the magic weapon collapsed in all directions, all dyed with divine brilliance, like stars, each bright.

puff!

The natal instrument was destroyed, and the master was also attacked. The red-haired young man rolled out, and before he landed, the flesh body exploded in many places due to the backlash, and even Yuanshen and Daogen were affected.

The blow, the heavy blow, his mind, all the previous setbacks, the painstakingly sacrificed natal instruments, such as decorations, so vulnerable, the state of mind of the great sage collapsed.

"Who is it, who are you." This fellow roared again, his eyes were scarlet, and he was about to spurt blood. It was only a few rounds, and he was a majestic great saint, and his defeats were worse every time.

For his roar, what responded to him was only Ye Chen's palm, covering the sky and the sun, as heavy as a giant mountain of eight thousand feet, and the dazzling starlight, all under his palm, suddenly turned into nothingness.

puff!

The red-haired youth vomited blood again, and was crushed to the ground by a palm, and his body was almost crushed into a lump of flesh.

what....!

As the howls resounded through the sky, he slammed Ye Chen's palm abruptly, and escaped thousands of feet. He was forced to use the forbidden method. His eyebrows were depicted with divine lines, and his red hair was even more scarlet. The whole body is torn by lightning and intertwined with Dao, which outlines a mysterious vision.

At this moment, his aura climbed another level, stronger than Ye Chen, and his body recovered as much as possible.

The powerful coercion, covering the sea of ​​​​stars, the wine sword fairy and the fairy mother could not help but knelt down, or that sentence, this is in the calamity, they are not the quasi emperor, just the emperor.

"I asked for it, this is all my own." On the other side, the red-haired youth who opened the domineering forbidden law swept the sky and went straight to Ye Chen to kill. The strange eyes were stained with bloodshot Blood red, his face is too hideous, a little twisted, even scarier than a demon.

"You, it's a long way off." Ye Chen said lightly, these words were majestic and cold, and filled the sky.

The battle started, the sea of ​​stars rolled, and the sky burst.

The red-haired youth who opened the forbidden law is indeed tyrannical, the secret law is frequent, the stars are devastated, and the anger at Ye Chen makes him like a lunatic, and at any cost, he will maim Ye Chen life and then plant evil. Poison curse, life after life, knelt down at his feet.

Of course, he underestimated Ye Chen again.

He has a forbidden law, Ye Chen is not without it, and, more domineering than his, his body is full of golden light, his divine brilliance is dazzling, and his holy body is cast like gold.

This was Ye Chen, the first time he had fought against the Great Sage without any external force, and had the absolute upper hand.

Although the red-haired youth is a great sage, his cultivation base absolutely suppresses Ye Chen, but there is one thing that he absolutely cannot compare, that is his state of mind. Ye Chen has slaughtered the emperor, and that kind of supreme feeling is not something he can understand. The profound meaning, he and the Eucharist Ye Chen are a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

It is precisely because of this that he was defeated frequently. He was beaten all the way by Ye Chen, unable to lift his head, his body cracked more than once, his primordial spirit was severely injured more than once, and several times, he was almost destroyed.

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