The Second Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Two Chapters

Chapter 2242 Heavenly Demon

kill! kill! kill!

The purple-haired old man's hair was disheveled, as if he was going crazy. The pitch-black magic hand grabbed it from the air, his face was hideous, and there were fangs in his mouth, and there was a dark light.

Ye Chen looked awe-inspiring, and quickly escaped.

Although he left, the cows, dogs, pigs and sheep were miserable. Under the palm of the quasi-sage, they were not as good as ants. The old man's palm prints were collectively crushed into fly ashes before they really fell.

All living beings were destroyed, and only Ye Chen remained in the underground palace.

The old man grinned, licked his scarlet tongue, and walked towards Ye Chen step by step, treating him as his prey. His steps were so heavy that every time the soles of his feet fell, the ground he stepped on would make a thud. To be a demon, driven by the origin of the demon.

Ye Chen stepped back step by step, backed away, turned his head and ran.

By the way, he also greeted the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the female Eucharist, one by one, you prodigal woman, you have banned the cultivation of Lao Tzu, and the whole of my Holy Eucharist has been approved by one person. Saint Chasing and Killing, the fame of a lifetime, is gone.

boom! boom! boom!

The rumbling sound resounded through the underground palace, and the purple-haired old man who had lost his mind was chasing and beating all the way, without looking at the way. The stone pillars in the underground palace were knocked down one by one.

Then look at the tenth emperor of the Great Chu, rolling and crawling, indeed his reputation is ruined.

This can't be blamed on Ye Chen. Except for his flesh, everything else has been sealed. In the face of a quasi-sage, or a quasi-sage of the demon, do you have to run? You have to run faster, if your legs cramp, you will be torn to pieces by the purple-haired old man.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The purple-haired old man chased after him, swept through the monstrous demons, and in the rolling demons, I don't know how many creatures were swallowed, and there were ghosts screaming, shrill and fierce, and disturbing people's minds.

"Senior beauty." Ye Chen dared to stop, screaming all the way.

There was no answer to his call.

"North Saint." Ye Chen opened his throat and let out another wolf howl.

However, still no response.

"Xichen." Ye Chen called again, in a state of embarrassment.

pity,

Still no response.

The old man in purple robe chased after him and swept his palm towards him. The witty Young Master Ye was instantly thrown into the air, smashed through the roof of the underground palace, and flew out of the ground. Then, a handsome little mountain was also hit by him. Collapse, he did not suffer any injuries, it is true that he was banned, but the strength of the holy body is still there, if not, it would have been crushed to ashes.

puff!

With the rubble flying, Ye Chen staggered up and spurted blood.

This mouthful of blood is not hurt, but angry. On weekdays, everyone is swaying in front of them. At the critical moment, they can't find anyone, and they all fall off the chain.

boom!

The old man arrived later, stepped on a mountain, and pressed Ye Chen with his palm.

The demon of the quasi-sanctuary is still very fierce with one palm, and the empty space, which is not solid, is crushed and burst.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, took a step forward, raised his hands to the sky, and forcibly resisted the palm print, but was also pressed by a palm, his legs bent, and he vomited blood.

Or to say that he is an emperor, even if he is sealed, even if he has no cultivation base and no realm, but the background is still there. In this state, he can hold the palm of the quasi-sage, and he is enough to look down on the heavens.

Ye Chen's resistance made the old man thunder and anger, and he opened his mouth to spit out a jet of dark magic mist, which transformed into a sea of ​​magic, sweeping the sky and engulfing Ye Chen in an instant.

This time, Ye Chen couldn't take it anymore.

The Devil Sea's devouring power is terrifying, absorbing his blood all the time. According to such a posture, in just three or five moments, his desolate and ancient holy body will be swallowed into a mummified corpse.

hum!

At the moment of crisis, a fairy light manifested between his brows, and then, the seal of the female sanctuary was lifted by itself, and the cultivation and realm returned in an instant.

"I'll just say it! You don't want me to die."

Ye Chen smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, his eyes shone with radiance, majestic qi and blood surged, gathered into a golden sea of ​​​​gods, and crushed the dark sea of ​​magic into nothingness.

kill!

The old man was ignorant and unaware of fear, his eyes shot at Lei Mang and rushed towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and flicked his hands for a while, making the old man sleepy.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The old man is like a carrier of grievances, and the roar is mixed with the wailing of the ghosts.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and fixed his eyes to peep.

Today's purple-haired old man is exactly the same as Yan Laodao, and it is difficult to eradicate the origin of the demons. In other words, he is a demon that has been completely eroded by the origin of the demons.

Ye Chen had no mercy, and wiped out the old man with one palm. For the old man, it may be a liberation, and an alchemist who has done many evils, I don't know how many creatures he has killed, and he should also be killed.

The old man was buried, leaving only the real fire, which was taken into Danhai by Ye Chen.

The real fire at the bottom is also wise, and there is no need for Ye Chen to flicker, and there is no need for immortal fire to intimidate.

Taking a last look, Ye Chen turned around and disappeared, and went straight to the ancient city where Situ Kang was located.

This way, it was An Sheng, and he never saw the Female Holy Body again, which made him a little more curious about the previous rumbling. Thinking about the look of the Female Holy Body, he was still anxious.

A strange treasure was born? Or, is it the entrance of Taikoo Honghuang?

Ye Chen muttered in his heart, touched his chin and pondered, always feeling that the latter is more reliable. In his opinion, the only thing that can really touch the heartstrings of the female sacred body is the entrance of the ancient times.

While speaking, the ancient city came into view.

When he came back after a few months, Ye Chen couldn't help frowning, because the ancient city was in ruins and the blood was thick, and the surging blood mist could still be seen across the distance.

Such a scene, it is clear at a glance that someone must be making trouble.

Ye Chen came from the sky, stopped in the void, and looked down.

Now this ancient city is in a mess, how can it be so miserable, there is no complete palace, and there is no half complete pavilion, collapsed collapse, cracked crack, the streets are full of bricks and debris, a The corpses were scattered all over the place, as if they had been sacked by the killing god, and the blood was dripping.

Ye Chen's consciousness dissipated, and neither Situ Kang nor the Fire Territory woman nor Bei Sheng was seen.

Without thinking too much, he applied Zhou Tian Evolution and traced it back to the source.

In the dark, he saw a tragic picture: a girl with red hair, carrying a blood-stained broken sword, slaughtering living beings like a devil, killing without blinking an eye, the living beings in this city, no matter what. Cultivators, or spirit beasts, suffered countless casualties.

Ye Chen looked ugly, how could she not recognize who she was: Beisheng.

To be more precise, it is the Northern Saint in the state of the demon, who has been completely eroded by the origin of the demon, turned into a demon, holding a broken imperial soldier, who is her opponent.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, as if there was a big battle, and there was quite a lot of movement.

Ye Chen heard it and went straight to that direction.

This way, it is hard to hide the blood, the vast land is full of corpses, the blood mist covers half of the void, all thanks to the gift of the Northern Sanctuary, too many kills, the bones become mountains, and the blood flows into rivers.

Damn the origin of the demon!

Ye Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and his fists were soaked in blood. How could he have expected that Beisheng would turn into a demon so quickly. If he knew this, he should have sealed her in advance.

He was like a god all the way, and he was close enough to the source of the rumbling sound.

It is a group of mountains, you can see the peaks, the collapse of each seat, and the blood mist is under the twilight, and you can clearly see the North Saint, the blood-colored hair is floating, and the strands of crimson are dazzling.

Ye Chen's qi and blood rose, three or five shrinking into an inch, and rushed into the mountains.

In the mountains, there are also many people, young and old, many of them stained with blood, staggering and staggering, and they can't stand firmly. He was chased and killed all the way to these mountains by the Heavenly Demon Northern Sage.

And at this moment, the one who is fighting the Northern Saint is an old man in white robe.

Although the quasi-emperor level, the white-robed old man is hard to beat the Beisheng, just because the Beisheng is the emperor's son, and the emperor's son in the Great Holy Realm has more broken emperor soldiers to help the battle. Zhongtian was pressed and beaten by Beisheng all the way. The old body was dripping with blood and bones. The most dazzling thing was his chest, where there was a blood hole the size of a bowl.

When Ye Chen arrived, the white-robed old man bleed again.

Beisheng smiled faintly, terrifyingly, really like a female devil, wielding a broken imperial soldier, cutting out a blood-colored immortal river, it is a smashing supernatural power, wanting to kill the white-robed old man.

Ye Chen was as fast as a faint glow, and he stepped into the void. His big golden hand was in the air, and he wiped out the blood-colored fairy river with one palm.

"Holy Master?" Situ Kang's eyes flashed when he saw it.

"Desolate Holy Body?" The white-robed old man couldn't help but be stunned. He had never seen Ye Chen's deity, but recognized the blood of the Holy Body, the golden, genuine blood of the Holy Body.

When he said that, the people in the mountain also looked up and looked dazed.

The legend of the Eucharist Ye Chen has been spread all over the world hundreds of years ago, the Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of Great Chu, when the demons invaded, Tu the Great Emperor more than once, he is a god of war, unparalleled in the world The god of war has created too many immortal myths.

Now that I can see the real person, how can I not be shocked, the Holy Body has come to the fire domain.

Compared with them, the girl Beisheng's smile was rather gloomy. She had turned into a demon, and there was no more sanity in her eyes. Some of them were just tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

Looking at her, Ye Chen's heart suddenly ached, is that still the peerless Northern Saint? There is no human emotion, turned into a demon, is already a murdering puppet.

"Leave here." Ye Chen said indifferently, his combat power instantly reached its peak.

When the people below heard it, they did not dare to delay. They helped each other out of the mountains. The white-robed old man hesitated for a moment, and then also withdrew. He was quite confident in Ye Chen's combat power.

On the mountains, only Ye Chen and Beisheng were left, opposing each other from north to south, one stepping on the sea of ​​blood of demons and the other stepping on the sea of ​​golden gods, like the unparalleled devil, like the God of War in the Eight Wildernesses.

It can be seen that Ye Chen's momentum is slightly lower than that of Xiuwei. Beisheng is not weaker than him. The most important thing is that Beisheng has broken imperial soldiers, and he only has quasi-district soldiers.

"What a wonderful blood." Beisheng smiled, stepping on nothingness, walking step by step, sniffing Ye Chen's blood, like a greedy girl, licking his tongue greedily.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, and just watched Beisheng quietly. Compared with Yan Laodao and the previous alchemist, Beisheng still had a bit of sanity. At least, she knew what was delicious.

In Beisheng's eyes, he is like a prey, and his surging vitality and blood is the so-called gluttonous feast, which is loved by heaven and devil, and Beisheng is no exception.