The Second Thousand and Sixty-Four Chapters Lost the Helmet and the Armor, and the Army Was Defeated

Chapter 2064 Lose the helmet and remove the armor, and the army is defeated

boom!

In the sound of anger, Ye Chen opened his domineering body, and the golden figure of a hundred feet in size was even more dazzling in the crowd of black people. Every ray of light that flickered was piercing and dazzling.

Blow him up, blow him up for me!

The leaders of the various clans in the Honghuang roared like mad dogs.

The words fell, the great sages of the prehistoric tribe who surrounded the past, attacked individually, either with secret techniques or magic weapons, overwhelming the sky, and before they really fell, the sky had already exploded. But it doesn't seem to be enough to see, there are too many strong people in the wild.

The faces of the cultivators were pale, and their hearts trembled as they watched.

Thousands of great sages attacked, even if the Emperor Zhun was attacked, they would be buried on the spot.

A bunch of rats!

As soon as Ye Chen drank Zhentian, he blessed the power of the primordial spirit, and the sound wave formed a halo. With him as the center, it spread to all directions, and the weak sage spit blood on the spot. Wang, the explosion in pieces could not hold back Ye Chen's roar.

At the same time, the sky-high attack fell.

Ye Chen would never be beaten standing up. Moment before the attack, he escaped into the dust space.

Although he left, the attack did not stop.

The joint attack of thousands of great saints destroyed the void.

Before the clouds dissipated, thousands of great saints had already surrounded them.

died?

Not seeing Ye Chen's figure, Hong Huangren was stunned for a moment.

The prehistoric people were a little surprised that they were destroyed so easily, but after thinking about it, they were relieved. The quasi emperor could not bear the attack of thousands of great sages, let alone a little holy king, what about the ancient holy body? What about the two quasi-emperor soldiers protecting their bodies, they could not escape being destroyed.

Are you happy? Change me if you're happy!

Before waiting for Hong Huang's surprise, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Ye Chen escaped from the dust space, still holding a mace in his hand.

This mace,

It was still transformed by Chaos Cauldron, but it was dozens of times larger than before. Just because Ye Chen was in the state of foreign minister's dominance, the weapon in his hand became correspondingly larger.

When the Honghuang people saw this, their expressions suddenly changed.

Ye Chen attacked, carrying a mace that was dozens of feet in size, rushed into the enemy's line, and swung it randomly.

puff!

The blood light suddenly appeared, Ye Chen swept over with a stick, and the whole film was turned over.

The prehistoric tribes were caught off guard.

The picture is a little out of place.

Ye Chen plunged into the sea like a dragon, tossing wildly, swinging his mace arbitrarily, without seeing which clan was which, he smashed when he saw anyone, and looked away, all the silhouettes flying in the sky, bloody flesh, broken soldiers and broken weapons, Pieces fell into the sky, and the vast and fertile land was dyed a bloody color.

To say, Honghuang is not a vegetarian, and quickly stabilized his body.

Then, I saw hundreds of killing formations in the sky, and the Great Sage personally took charge, sweeping out the annihilation formation.

Seeing this operation, the cultivators all mourned for the Honghuang people.

Don't you know that the Eucharist knows how to change heaven and earth?

Before the space is imprisoned, he rashly attacks and kills the formation, which is purely for excitement.

If Ren Xiu thought, Ye Chen didn't fight against the killing formation, moved the sky and changed the ground, replaced the space with the people in the wild, and the killing formation was shot, but he destroyed his own family piece after piece.

The leaders of the tribes were furious, but they forgot about it, and hurriedly ordered the space to be imprisoned.

He had suffered a loss once, and had been cheated twice. How could Ye Chen be planted for the third time? As soon as the space was imprisoned, a fairy light shot out from his body, and that great holy soldier was blown up by him on the spot.

In an instant, the imprisoned space was blasted open.

At this moment, he stepped across the crowd and smashed into the crowd without a word of opening remarks.

Moreover, this fellow's position is also very particular.

It's like crossing a robbery, whoever has more people will go to where they are, if they vote, they will leave, and if they shoot a shot, they will change places.

The leaders of the tribes were furious, and they no longer moved their formations, and joined the war one after another.

Thousands of great saints are also tyrannical, besieging and killing from all directions.

Ye Chen became thirsty, opened dozens of forbidden methods, and his combat power increased sharply.

For this reason, he has been severely injured more than once, and his appearance has been overpowered. He has been blown up again and again, affecting the holy body, frequently bursting, and the golden blood and bones are exposed, which is very dazzling.

However, this did not affect his killing at all.

He has the Holy Body, the Holy Way, and is strong enough to help him repent of all the tribes.

boom! boom!

The virtual sky outside the city has completely become a chaotic place. There are frequent people who spit blood in the sky, and people frequently enter the sky. It is like a battle between gods and demons, the world of fighting is broken, and the sun and moon are fighting.

It can be seen that the floods suffered heavy losses.

Every blood flower bloomed, indicating that a great saint was destroyed.

The prehistoric powerhouse roared, angered to the point of severe pain in the five internal organs.

They still underestimate Ye Chen, there are only two quasi-emperor soldiers, and they are so powerful, thousands of great saints! Not only was he unable to take him down, but the slain people turned their backs on their horses and blocked him from attacking.

It's a pity that King Jin Ye is dead, and no one can strip Ye Chen's quasi-emperor soldiers.

war!

Ye Chen screamed, still so domineering and fierce. He was submerged again and again, but he was killed again and again, supporting the foreign minister's hegemony. , all the way to attack, no one can match it.

He has been killed to the point of madness, tireless.

The anger at Honghuang made him murderous, and every drop of holy blood in his body was burning like fire. With the power of one person, the Honghuang clan, thousands of great saints, who were stunned and killed, were all defeated.

"Is this the power of the Holy Body?" The cultivators muttered to themselves.

"Thousands of great saints! He was killed by Ye Chen alone, and the holy body is against the sky."

"Compared to the Slaughter Emperor, this is all a little trouble."

"Marven Ye is destined to make a comeback."

"Retreat, quickly retreat." When Ren Xiu shouted to cheer, the leaders of the tribes screamed.

This battle can't be fought anymore, and if it goes on, these individuals will wipe out Ye Chen. Ye Chen is a monster, a monster of the sky-defying level, and it can't be killed by too many people.

Under the order, more than a dozen prehistoric tribes retreated collectively, rolling and crawling.

Where to go!

Ye Chen carried the mace, and put it behind him to chase desperately. Once he caught up, he smashed the club.

The funny thing is that among the dozen or so races in the Great Wilderness, from the peak of the great sages to the saints, no one dared to turn around and fight, only to know that if they ran too slowly, they would be destroyed and escaped desperately.

That chaotic scene is a great irony.

More than a dozen prehistoric races! Thousands of Great Sages of the Great Desolation! Regardless of the cultivation level or the lineup, they all overwhelmed Ye Chen. Under these circumstances, one person was chasing him everywhere.

The world should understand why Honghuang escaped.

This is being killed out of the shadows, not because they dare not fight, but from the bottom of their hearts, they are afraid of Ye Chen, that is their dream, Ye Chen is the killing god in the dream, reaping their lives.

Honghuang escaped and escaped from the Nether Continent.

But Ye Chen was still chasing after him. He restrained the external hegemony body and merged into the inner hegemonic body. At this moment, the mace in his hand was also replaced by a divine bow, a divine bow condensed from immortal fire. .

puff! puff!

As one after another thunderbolt arrows were fired, the fleeing Honghuang people fell one by one.

Ye Chen's headshot is still good, Shenhuo and Thunder are called one by one.

Behind him, all the people who cultivated left the ancient city and followed them. It has always been the floods and disasters that plagued the heavens. It is rare to see the floods in such a state of embarrassment. Now, the grand occasion cannot be missed. In history, there was a domineering god of war.

After chasing and fleeing, he stepped into the starry sky.

The rumbling sound was even louder, and the starry sky was shaking.

Those who came to participate in the auction, saw this picture, and they all changed their expressions.

It's just weird, the prehistoric battles are too big, and most of them are in the Great Holy Land.

However, when they saw that they were being chased and killed, they were stunned again. When they saw that it was Ye Chen who was chasing them, the whole person was petrified again. It was the Holy Body, the Desolate Holy Body.

Since the ruins of Tianzun, the flood has been silent for seventy years.

In response to the calamity, the Eucharist disappeared for seventy years.

Going to war again?

Ye Chen and Hong Huang will continue their grievances and grievances from the past.

A chase and flight, the movement was too big, and it attracted too many people. Seeing the great power of the ancient sacred body, the people who killed the ancients and lost their armor and armor, were all excited, and the blood couldn't help but boil.

Sure enough, the one that can hold up the facade of the heavens must be the Desolate Holy Body.

This sentence has become a truth, engraved in the hearts of the world.