Chapter 394

Chen Yi's words make my eyes slightly condensed, and his claws fall down.

"You're not the same race I've seen." He raised his chin slightly and said indifferently: "no human race has ever dared to be so rampant in front of me. You are the first one."

"Even if the rules of heaven and earth change today, you, a little Qi practitioner, dare to be arrogant and domineering in front of me?"

"Like you, I don't know how many."

The voice of harvest is indifferent, like a tiger speaking to cattle and sheep.

Chen Yi holds the scabbard in his hand. At this moment, he does not know how many times to rotate with one breath.

Even Zhuji Lingtai is in motion, and the nine patterns on it are shining.

At this moment, the force of heaven and earth that Chen Yi suffered from kept spinning and the wind was raging. With Chen Yi as the center, the Qi of heaven and earth was spinning.

The sand and stone, the fragments of the tables and chairs in the building, and the broken murals are all spinning wildly.

He looks at Chen Yi and is aware of Chen Yi's momentum.

He has seen too many such practitioners.

In his time, the Terrans were weak, not as powerful as cattle and tigers, not as fast as wolves and sheep, not to mention demons, but ordinary beasts, which could not be compared by the Terrans.

Qi practitioners, born in accordance with the fate of the human race, swallow the Qi of heaven and earth, and use heaven and earth to control all ethnic groups.

But in ancient times, he was a little Qi practitioner of the human race. He was a demon king of the demon clan, and he had to bow down.

If it were not for the last great change of heaven and earth, how could he sleep till now.

Chen Yi seems to see the indifference of zaoshou. In his heart, there is nothing wrong. In ancient times, he had never been there, let alone seen it.

However, he could feel the pride and strength of zaoshou, an ancient god in Chinese mythology, and his strength at the peak was not in his consideration.

Chen Yi's eyes were breathing, rising and shrinking, but the golden eyes were quiet to the extreme.

Even though the wind is raging and the heaven and the earth are turning, Chen Yi is like a calm water in the storm.

The next moment, Chen Yi moves. He takes a step forward.

Heaven and earth seem to be sinking, and the whirlpool around them is suddenly scattered.

Boom, boom

The strong wind swept the walls of the castle. In an instant, the thick walls were full of holes.

Step by step, Chen Yi's eyes are as quiet as water. At this moment, a knife is rising.

In Chen Yi's body, there is a great sword to break through the world.

Even the bricks and stones above Chen Yi were torn, and the force of heaven and earth around them seemed to be split by a big knife, forming a big wave to suppress the previous aftershocks, and it kept flowing.

At a glance, it seems that Chen Yi is stepping on the sea, and the waves are surging.

Zushou is opposite Chen Yi. He looks at Chen Yi and says, "artistic conception?"

He is no stranger to it, even in his eyes.

The so-called artistic conception, in ancient times, sometimes strong people can use it.

To arouse the resonance of heaven and earth with one's own will.

In ancient times, some strong people could turn plants into soldiers and rivers into land by means of artistic conception.

Chen Yi looks at the harvest, but he takes the second step.

In this step, I can see that Chen Yi's sword sense has increased ten times at this moment.

The scabbard in Chen Yi's hand didn't move, but the walls all around him suddenly tore open, as if they had been cut by a big knife.

Even on his body, it seemed as if he had been cut by a big knife. However, how tough his white tiger hair was, even if Chen Yi's knife intention increased ten times, it was not enough to hurt him.

However, this time the production was slightly moved, and there seemed to be a trace of surprise in his eyes.

In his eyes, Chen Yi is not only a Qi practitioner of his own race, but also a humble Qi practitioner.

I've met people who practice Qi. It's not impossible for some geniuses to master artistic conception, but Chen Yi is no longer artistic conception.

The Qi practitioners of this human race are gathering ideas for the purpose of achieving Tao.

Above the artistic conception is the realm of Tao. However, the realm of Tao is not the level that ordinary creatures can reach.

It was a profound understanding of heaven and earth, and even the cultivation of their own way.

At that time when he was there, only a few people came out of Daojing.

This low level of human Qi practitioners, even out of the road, but also good at killing the road.

Tiger hair gently trembles, and the eyes of the producer gradually become a little dignified.

In his eyes, Chen Yi has already taken the third step.

In this step, all the sword will disappear. If it disappears out of thin air, Chen Yi's golden eyes are shining to the extreme.

In his body, if there is a force different from the surrounding air, Chen Yi is wrapped in it.

If this invisible and colorless power can be seen, it will surely be found that this power is constantly spreading, following Chen Yi's arm into the scabbard.There was a sudden shock in his body. He was three meters tall and his claws were cold.

For the first time, there was a trace of dignity in his eyes, and he no longer despised it.

As a strong man in ancient times, he suffered great setbacks. When he woke up in this era, his instinctive intuition and fighting experience were far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

If not, the time he wakes up is too short, today's world is even more barren to the extreme, and the production will not be so weak.

In his eyes, the scabbard in Chen Yi's hand rises slightly. In the next moment, both Chen Yi and the scabbard have disappeared in his eyes.

My body vibrates like a rustling sound in this castle.

White hair, suddenly turned into gold, along with its claws are so.

His eyes keep turning, staring around, looking for Chen Yi's trace.

All of a sudden, zaoshou turned around. He burst out with one claw and could hear the sound of tearing the air.

Behind him, Chen Yi's figure has already appeared. A scabbard cuts out horizontally. Chen Yi's eyes are firmly looking at zaoshou.

The scabbard collided with the golden tiger's claws. In a flash, a terrible roar broke out in the whole castle.

From the outside, I can see that the whole castle seems to have been cut off by a huge knife. The huge gap only makes people feel shocking.

In the castle, the tiger's mouth left claw marks on the blood drop and even on the scabbard.

In the body, the sound of whispering becomes more and more dense, and all the forces in the body seem to gather on this claw.

Chen Yi suddenly takes a step forward, which makes Chen Yi's arm with the scabbard open and blood splashes out.

The claw of production was directly cut off in his condensed eyes.

If he doesn't feel pain, he just looks at Chen Yi in disbelief.

The eyes are as quiet as water, but at the moment, they are incomparable.

Even if heaven and earth are ahead, I can break it with a knife.

This is not the meaning, but the way. In his eyes, the knife in Chen Yi's hand keeps enlarging, like a blade that can cut through heaven and earth.

If the meaning of words, it resonates with heaven and earth.

That realm is to arouse the resonance of the rules of heaven and earth.

At the moment, Chen Yi's knife seems to be integrated with the whole rules of heaven and earth.

The human race in front of us is like heaven and earth.

The scabbard, in an instant, swept over the neck of zaoshou. On the neck of zaoshou, a faint blood line appeared.

His golden eyes are fading, and Chen Yi's knife cuts through his weak vitality.

Even so, zaoshou was still alive. He raised his hands abruptly, held his head, and rigidly connected the severed head with his body.

Chen Yi looks back abruptly. Seeing this scene, he is also shocked.

It's not dead.

Is this the horror of ancient gods?

"The practitioner of the human race!" When he opened his mouth, there was no pride in his voice, and he was calm to the extreme.

"In ancient times, I only need one finger to kill you."

Chen Yi's eyes are calm. He doesn't deny that he is also very powerful in mythology. His self-confidence in himself and his contempt for those who cultivate immortals, that is, the practitioners of Qi, are not fakes.

After all, it's not the golden elixir, it's the ultimate heaven and earth. No one knows where the real strength of production is.

"Your way is very interesting. It reminds me of something."

He closed his eyes gently, and his arms were falling slowly. "The saints mistook me for Jin Tian's!"

At the last moment, my eyes soared and roared.

If there is endless reluctance, anger, and the will to fight.

Until, the remaining sound recedes, the production receives the death but stands, has not fallen.

Chen Yi's brow is slightly wrinkled. He looks at zaoshou, but he has words in his mind before he dies.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward. The palm of his hand fell on his chest, but then he withdrew.

At the last moment, I have exhausted all the power in my body. Even if I swallow yuan Jue, I won't get much.

He looks at the harvest, Jin Tianshi Should it be the White Emperor family?

Baidi, SHAOHAO!?

Chen Yi felt as if he had touched something, such as a heavy fog.

He quietly looked at the harvest, then, under the feet of light, back to the castle underground.

Suddenly, the scabbard in Chen Yi's hand turns and one hand falls on the scabbard.

Bang!

The scabbard runs through the wall, and in this underground staircase, it runs through the body of kroboge.

He looked at the tunnel ahead. If zaoshou was an ancient god and was awakened by the crow family, what else should exist in the crow family.

"I thought it was just a reincarnation, but now I'm afraid it's going to make a big fuss!"Chen Yi whispered, "was it a strong man in ancient times?"

Then, he walked forward, but there was a faint voice slowly spread out.

"I haven't seen the ancient times, but in this era, there are four seas and eight wastelands..."

"Respect me!"