Chapter 1522

The twenty swords that had just blocked Ye Chen's attack could no longer carry them. They were directly cut into two pieces by Ye Chen. Blood and internal organs are flying all over the sky. Twenty experts who are enough to compete with the true immortals of he Dao were killed by Ye Chen.

Although they didn't have Hedao's powerful Zhenyuan and all kinds of immortal treasures and magical powers, after all, they had the fierce swordsmanship at the level of Shenyu and Hedao. Twenty of them rushed forward in a rush. I'm afraid that even Xiao Yijue's sword cultivation, which takes the sword as his life, can't resist.

But under Ye Chen's hand, this group of people can't even walk a move.

But this is just the beginning. After ye Chen killed the 20 people, dozens of swords came out from behind.

The accumulation of millions of years in the temple is really huge. Almost all of the immortal land obeyed the orders of the ape gods. So many monks of the same realm were able to gather together. Apart from the five immortal sects, even the top holy land could not do it.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

When the swordsmen rushed up, the monks in the temples standing behind them did not idle under the leadership of Gan Yuanhua. At the same time, they began to seal and release their spells.

The positions of these monks are very particular, just like a formation. They are from the same source, are the inheritance of the temple, and often cooperate with each other, know the root and know the bottom, very skillful.

Under the guidance of Gan Yuanhua, there are invisible silk threads that transmit the mana from everyone, and finally condense on the avatar of Gan yuan.

An invisible whirlwind gathered behind Gan Yuanhua, and his huge magic power surged in his body like an ocean.

The great Dharma Master of the awe inspiring immortal earth slowly stretched out his hands and took out a magic instrument from his arms. The artifacts are simple and old, with mottled traces of years flowing on them. It is made of brass, with a copper bell below and a ghost face on the top. The prototype of the ghost face is a ferocious monkey head.

This is the supreme treasure of the temple - Ape devil bell!

Gan Yuanhua, holding the five ghost bells and shaking it gently, gathered huge magic power. He pointed at the leaf dust and said:

"Zhen!"

At the same time, dozens of Dharma practitioners gathered in Gan Yuanhua's body and poured from his body to the ape devil bell held by his hands. Even if Gan Yuanhua was the highest level of Dharma practice, his face turned red and his whole body trembled. He almost wanted to be blown up by this huge force.

Finally, all the mana is poured into the ape devil's bell, which makes a clear and pleasant sound when there is no wind. A huge invisible force suddenly enveloped Ye Chen's whole body, which was extremely powerful, several times stronger than the superposition of wujizong's cult protecting God array.

The king of apes and Demons has accumulated for millions of years, which is really terrible. He knows that it is too difficult to create a perfect monk like Ye Chen. Therefore, all the monks under him are specialized in one aspect.

Or sword, or Dharma, or body, or God

Although such monks are extremely deformed, if they walk in the stars, they don't know how miserable they will die, but if they appear in groups on the battlefield, they are an unstoppable force.

The king of apes and demons did spend a lot of time to avenge the overlord system.

Sure enough, as soon as Gan Yuanhua's word "Zhen" came out, ye Chen's body was fierce in the air. Then the seven or eight handles condensed Zhenyuan, and the extremely sharp Tianbao flying sword chopped Ye Chen at the same time.

"Looking for death!"

A flash of anger flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. Although these long knives just cut his clothes and didn't hurt him at all, they had already angered Ye Chen.

Ye Zhimeng's shock broke the invisible mana bondage, and then hit him with a fist from afar. All of a sudden, the space seemed to be broken. The invisible vibration waves, like waves, spread to all directions

before those swords that split the leaf dust were shocked into pieces by this fist force before they could show their joy. Even the Tianbao flying sword in their hands was broken into several pieces.

Seeing this scene, people were cold at the same time.

Lianhe Dao level sword can't break the defense of Ye Chen. It's like an immortal monster. But there is no room for them to go back, because there are hundreds and thousands of people coming after them. If they don't rush, they will be trampled to death by the people behind them.

So these people have to go up with their swords. Many Hedao sword practitioners, together with many Yuanying sword practitioners holding Tianbao, surrounded Ye Chen from all directions.

There are also those who cast spells and interfere from time to time. From the underground, the sky, the crowd gap, from time to time, there are hidden assassins jump out to kill Ye Chen. Not to mention all the highest points of the temple, there are hidden monks holding long bows, holding immortal long bows, covetously at Ye Chen.

"One knife, two knives, three knives..."

Ye Chen is waving Chen Lei Kaitian Dao, dancing in the air. The land around him almost turned into a bloody hell. Countless people rushed up and were cut into pieces by him. However, more people came up and couldn't fill in the gap.

The power of the temple is too great.

Almost all the monks in the whole fairy land were gathered here by the temple. Ye Chen's mind can even sense that the whole mountain path is covered with dense crowds, which has been derived from the temple gate to the foot of the mountain. It is not only the Yuanying of the Hedao, but also the monks who leave the body of the body.At the end of the day, ye Chen started to kill him. Even Chen Lei's sword was given up and hit him directly. Like a runaway beast, he ran into the crowd. Suddenly pull out a dozens of meters long blood road.

No matter the swordsman, the Dharma Master, the body refining friar or the assassin, he couldn't resist Ye Chen's fist and foot. One punch in the air is enough to shatter several people. He cut his foot across the side, enough to cut off seven or eight people. He could have killed more than a dozen people if he hit him. It's really close to death, rubbing on injury.

But within a few minutes, ye Chen killed at least three or four hundred people.

At this time, a silent fist came from behind. At first, the fist was hidden but not fired, but when it got close, it exploded like a shell out of the chamber, with unparalleled destructive power.

"Boom!"

Ye Chen returned with a fist, and the two huge fists met fiercely in the air and collided with each other. All of a sudden, they turned into stormy weather waves and smashed dozens of people around at the same time.

The man was hit by the leaf dust, and the whole body suddenly retreated, retreating tens of meters in a row.

"Well?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly. Although he was just a casual punch just now, someone could take it and not die? And ye Chen even felt that the other side was not hurt.

Ye looked up and saw a gloomy man standing outside the crowd. There was a trace of horror in his eyes.

"Hedao peak? It's interesting! "