This is an extremely tragic picture: the spiritual monks fell in batches, one after another, with blood and bones dripping, and mourning everywhere.
"Ant, you deserve to die." With an angry roar, the spiritual warriors who surrounded him from all directions drew out their murderous weapons. Their eyes were as scarlet as those of demons.
boom! boom! boom!
Following the banging sound, lightning flashed and thundered, and streaks of black light shot from the east and west. A thick thunder pillar and a gorgeous lotus shot from the north at night, carrying the power of annihilation and melting into it. Has the will to destroy.
puff! puff! puff!
Ye Chen was very fast, and the three thunder pillars and three lotus flowers were also extremely treacherous. They arrived in an instant and attacked Ye Chen together.
At the critical moment, Ye Chen suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Xu Tian.
Immediately, a vortex appeared, swallowing up the thunder pillar, swallowing up the lotus, and also encompassing the three gods in the Tribulation Realm.
Immediately, the whirlpool dissipated, and the three gods who swallowed the thunder pillar also disappeared. I don't know if they were annihilated into dust, or they entered Ye Chen's small world and became nourishment.
Ye Chen's face turned pale, his body shook, he stumbled, and almost fell to the sky.
"Stop him." A group of strong men roared and came to attack him. They were all divine calamities, and they were elders of the Spiritual Tribe. They attacked and killed all the way. Their momentum was so strong that the void collapsed.
"Looking for death." Ye Chen shouted violently, went against the will of heaven, swept across the wasteland with one stick, and went straight to the group of powerful spirits. He ignored the attack and approached the old man in purple who was at the top. He could see that the white-haired old man, He is a high-ranking member of the Spiritual Clan. If he is destroyed, the Spiritual Clan will be defeated. When the Spiritual Clan King returns, he will be able to win it all in one go.
However, he underestimated the power of the Spirit Clan after all. Even though he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, he could still block Ye Chen's stick. The whisk in his hand swept a ray of fairy light that was so devastating that it shattered the golden iron stick. .
Zheng!
Ye Chenhui put away his stick and replaced it with the Chaos Cauldron to block the fairy light, while he himself pointed out a gleam of cold light, which penetrated the chest of the white-haired old man.
"Suppress it for me." The powerful men of the Spiritual Clan shouted together, forming a huge formation to cover Ye Chen. They wanted to use this to suppress him to prevent him from causing chaos again. So many powerful men in the Divine Tribulation Realm joined forces to attack and kill him. , the killing is not over yet?
"Where to run." The white-haired old man smiled ferociously and pressed down with his palm, sealing off Ye Chen's limbs.
puff!
A flash of blood suddenly appeared, and Ye Chen was pressed down by a palm. The power of the palm nearly broke his back.
"Kneel down for me." The white-haired old man smiled ferociously and grabbed it with one hand. There were runes engraved on the palm, and the seal characters were outlined, specializing in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction.
"Kneel down, grandma." Ye Chen shouted violently, and stepped on the formation to pieces, then swept the white-haired old man over with a stick, snatched the whisk from his hand, wiped out his true form with a whip, and ascended to the sky in one step , hitting the depths of the Spirit Clan with a stick.
Wow! puff!
But after hearing the violent spurting of blood, the spirit race monks who were being hunted were destroyed one by one, just because a war gun swept over them and a spear picked them off.
"You evil beast, suffer death!" The Holy Lord of the Spirit Race came to kill, and divine marks appeared between his eyebrows. He evolved many mysterious magical powers and incorporated murderous intent. The power was tyrannical. A big seal came from the sky, and the nothingness collapsed every inch. The power Extremely destructive.
Ye Chen was indifferent and waved the war spear. He poked it up the next day and pierced the seal. It was not because the war spear was sharp, but because he was too strong. He broke the seal with one spear and directly attacked the Holy Lord of the Spirit Tribe.
ah....!
The Holy Lord of the Spirit Race roared and sacrificed a piece of jade. The mystery imprinted in it was a defensive restriction that could bless his body to block the power of Ye Chen's war spear.
However, what shocked him was that his jade defensive restraint could not withstand a blow from Ye Chen's war spear.
puff! qδ
He bled on the spot and was torn apart by Ye Chensheng.
Seeing this, other strong men from the Spirit Clan looked sideways and looked at Ye Chen in shock. What's going on with this guy? He was clearly just a human before, so how could he suddenly become so strong?
Ye Chen remained silent and continued to escape, heading straight for the Spirit Clan Imperial City.
Behind him, the strong men of the Spirit Race were chasing after him, like a sea of tide, flooding the entire sky. He wanted to stop more than once, but he was tied down by the gods and could not escape.
"Kill, kill Ye Chen." Waves of strong men roared, rushing towards the Spirit Clan Imperial City from the distant sky.
"Stop." A cold command came from the imperial city of the Spirit Clan.
Soon, a light curtain appeared, blocking the groups of strong men. After looking carefully, it was revealed that it was a barrier, covered with ancient seal scripts, with inexplicable Taoist essence overflowing, shrouding the sky with divine radiance, covering the sky and the sky. The earth, no matter how fierce the attacks from the outside world, cannot break it even one bit.
Buzz! Buzz!
At the same time, killing swords rushed out of the barrier and were inserted into the void one after another.
Each flying sword was engraved with ancient secret patterns. They were intertwined to form a sword net, overwhelmingly pressing on the powerful spirit clan. The sword net was too heavy, crushing the illusion, crushing the universe, and beheading the powerful ones. Each and every one of the Spirit Clan gods groaned, and each of them was nailed to the void. They didn't even have a chance to escape before they were killed and turned into ashes.
puff!
puff!
puff!
Blood bloomed, pouring down like rain, and dozens of strong spiritual tribes were buried. Countless people were killed by sword nets. In just an instant, nearly ten thousand spiritual tribe monks died under the rain of swords in the sky, and their bodies were piled up. The mountain peaks collapsed in pieces.
"You all deserve to die." Ye Chen roared, carrying a battle flag, and the wind swept through the clouds.
puff! puff! puff!
With the blood blooming, he was like an unparalleled god of war, carving a path of blood. No one could stop his edge. No matter whether he was at the peak of the divine calamity or half a step into the divine calamity, once he was contaminated by it, he would be as fragile as paper. One by one they were destroyed.
boom! boom! boom!
The war broke out, and Ye Chen fought against the six Spirit Tribe Gods alone, killing and bleeding all the way. Every time he encountered an attack, he resisted tyrannically, and the scars emerged one after another.
It can be seen that his body is riddled with holes, his muscles and bones are exposed, and blood is flowing.
"Suppress me." The white-haired old man came and struck with a palm. The shadow of his palm was huge, like a black curtain covering the sky, covering Ye Chen.
However, Ye Chen did not move, like a rock standing in the storm, standing erect. His arms trembled slightly, shaking away the fly whisk, and then, with brute force, he overturned the white-haired old man.
ah....!
The white-haired old man screamed, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were full of ferociousness. He was a majestic god, but he could not defeat a human race, and he was a newly promoted human race. Is this nonsense?
While he was talking, more powerful men from the Spirit Clan arrived and surrounded Ye Chen overwhelmingly.
Ye Chen was silent, holding the iron rod in his hand, and swung it, attacking indiscriminately. Although he did not use the secret technique, he was still unrivaled. He blasted an Spirit God Tribulation with one swing, knocking down a group of Spirit Clan strongmen along the way. Everywhere he goes, a palace collapses.
Here, the white-haired old man roared angrily, and the whisk in his hand bloomed with brilliant divine flowers, turning into a fairy river waterfall, sweeping across the sky, like a silver mountain, falling from the sky, trying to crush Ye Chen.
"Get out." Ye Chen suddenly steadied himself and pierced the sky with a spear.
