Chapter 1477

West desert, a deserted world, except the roar of wild animals, is the roar of the wind, but this valley is very quiet.

Ye QingHan wanted to leave a way to live for his brother, so he arranged the worst plan in advance. Huang Peng had the strongest strength, but he could not appear or go to war. He would only waste divine power. Once it appeared, it was just a chip to accelerate death.

Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu are the strongest. They also hold a fake boundary device. Their speed is not lost to ye QingHan. As long as ye QingHan creates opportunities for them, it is not a problem to take the great wilderness Monument and run for their lives.

The three brothers understood each other and didn't need to say anything more. They just looked at each other and looked more firm.

"Also, if I die, Xiaoyue is not allowed to leave the Dahuang monument until she comes back." ye QingHan looked at them and said in a deep voice.

Xiaoyue is a disciple of suanbaotian. He can't be 100% trusted. Even now, she can be trusted. But once suanbaotian appears, no one can guarantee that she can control her will.

The three discussed for a while and customized the perfect plan. However, the final outcome was that ye QingHan blew himself up, injured the seven world leaders and sent away the Dahuang monument. Then Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu looked for it and took it away.

There is no second ending, and the strength gap is too large. There is no second way to go except this way.

Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu are silent, and they recognize this outcome. However, this time, ye QingHan will lose all the great famine secret methods. These years of enlightenment will also be wasted. At most, they can be transferred to Ye Huang's son, but his own strength will be greatly reduced.

The mountains are swaying, the mountains are winding, thick and magnificent. Three young men with abundant gods such as jade are holding magic weapons and are about to separate. Suddenly, the leaves are light and cold, and they stare at the depths.

"Wait, there seems to be an old friend approaching in front!" ye QingHan is cold, I don't know whether he is happy or surprised, but we can see that the killing machine is spreading.

The divine consciousness keeps getting closer to the depths, but this western desert area is really not suitable for human survival. The divine consciousness of the strong is limited. As soon as the divine consciousness reaches ten thousand miles away, there is a virtual sweat on ye QingHan's forehead.

A faint force appeared in ye QingHan's sea of knowledge, with strong winds and roaring constantly.

More than 10000 miles away, a middle-aged man in green clothes was fighting with a group of powerful werewolves. There was a mess in the depths. It was obvious that he fought all the way. The middle-aged man was very dignified. His every move drove the pressure and general trend. The divine sword in his hand was like clouds and flowing water, strong and domineering. He himself also had a strong heroic spirit, and his knife like facial features were flawless, Perfect to the extreme, seven feet tall, tall and powerful. The God clothes on his body were torn by the wolf's claws, but it seemed more powerful.

Whew——————

The middle-aged man's sword pierced the throat of a giant wolf from a strange angle. With a slight shock, a force of destruction swung into the giant wolf's body, and the giant wolf's body fell heavily into the mountains.

Now there are only two giant wolves left. They stare at the middle-aged strong man ferociously and show their teeth. They want to swallow him.

The moves of middle-aged men's hands and feet are very accurate, strange and not disorderly in the face of danger. They are by no means ordinary people. Now they are more handy to deal with the remaining two powerful wolves. At the moment, they finally show a smile.

Even if he was injured, he was still masculine and domineering. When he was young, he must have been an extremely beautiful man.

Ye QingHan in the periphery of the West desert found the man, grinning coldly, tensed all over and trembled slightly.

"Ling Yan! I didn't expect you to travel alone in the West desert. Since you give me a chance, I'm not polite!" ye QingHan whispered and roared.

"Is it Ling Yan?" Gu Qingyu asked in shock.

This top strategist Saint only served yanao all his life, and only yanao's soldiers would be more cruel and ferocious than him. He beat tens of millions of soldiers with only one tenth of his strength. Ling Yan has too many legends. Even the seven world leaders agree that he can definitely kill a world leader as long as he is given 10 million troops! His leading ability has been extraordinary. He can use the strength of the army to support himself and sweep the battlefield.

Ye QingHan nodded solemnly, waved his big hand and took the lead in rushing to the depths.

At this time, Lingyan is fighting with these giant wolves. The strength of these giant wolves is very strong, and they live in groups. The attack of each giant wolf can not be underestimated, but a race is almost consumed by Lingyan. As long as this strategist can't die at one time, he can slowly consume more powerful people.

But at this time, Ling Yan doesn't know that ye QingHan is close, otherwise he will give up fighting the giant wolf and choose to leave quickly.

Ling Yan is a strong man, and his soul is naturally great. His soul is always a grade worse than ye QingHan.

More than ten thousand miles away, ye QingHan, Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu galloped at the speed of ROC spreading their wings. In a short time of half a column of incense, they crossed several mountains and appeared not far from Lingyan.

They held down their speed and restrained their breath. They didn't want to disturb Ling Yan.

"I can't do it, neither can Huang Peng. I'll give it to you..." ye QingHan stretched out his hand and called out all the crazy sect experts, motioning them to hide their breath and hide over a canyon, waiting for Ling Yan to throw himself into the net.

Shi Ge, heavy resentment of dead Tong Tong Tong, wooden stake, Nie Tian, Xuanyin night, evil thoughts, snow, summer purple fall, Medusa, Lin Wutian, and even Stan Wuxie, who has disappeared for a long time, all appeared

All the strong men of the older generation of Kuangzong came out. Ye QingHan's two sons, ye Huangzhu and ye chentian, also appeared. Lin Wutian's son, Tianjian body, was accepted as a disciple by Gu Qingyu. Now he is strong. He was born with the sword. Now he is absolutely strong. Later, he became the supreme god of the unity of man and sword, competing with his father.

As long as they break into the realm of the highest god, they are all summoned by Ye QingHan.

The opponent is Ling Yan, and the strongest Huang Peng and himself can't shoot, otherwise they will certainly expose their position. At this time, they can only suppress Ling Yan by quantity.

OK, these people are not fuel-efficient lamps. Individual soldiers are absolute kings!

Everyone didn't speak. Looking at ye QingHan's gestures, they appeared where they should appear and collected their breath, just like ordinary hard stones.

Ling Yan retreated while fighting. It seems that he doesn't want to stay in the West desert to practice hard, but wants to leave here and return to the snow Kingdom god world!

If Ling Yan wants to return to the snow Kingdom god world, he must first go to the great wilderness world. When he thinks of the great wilderness world, he will inevitably pass by the place arranged by Ye QingHan. The distance between the two sides is 100 li. It is neither far nor near.

Ye QingHan stood behind a huge stone on a mountain. His eyes were like electricity. He looked at Ling Yan and his breath was restrained like a huge stone. The style of the mountain top was fierce and blew the black hair God robe.