Chapter 1318

Let go!

The vast starry sky, cheering like thunder.

There are more than ten saints, hundreds of quasi saints and half a million friars of Daluo Jianzong. Their figures are like the Wang and the ocean, covering the starry sky for hundreds of thousands of miles. Everyone's divine radiance is even brighter than that star. Their murderous spirit is heavy and cold, and the sky crushed by them is turbulent.

Compared with them, ye Chen, who is surrounded in the center, is a little thin, just like a drop in the ocean.

This is a dead end. The self appointed immortal eye has no possibility of escaping. No matter how strong the battle power of the ancient holy body is, it can not defeat such lineups. He may be killed by seconds at any time.

"Let go." The half a million friars of the Dalao sword clan all held their swords and pointed to Ye Chen. The sound of the sword's clang sounded and the murderous spirit was penetrating into the sky. They were evil and cruel eyes. Their faces were like ghosts, and they were very ferocious.

"There is seed to take." The sky is full of bright stars.

In a moment, thunder will ring from the vast star sky.

Yeah?

The sage of Daluo sword school frowned and looked up subconsciously.

No hundred thousand friars of Dalao sword clan frowned and raised their faces.

The watchers frowned and looked up.

However, in the sky of nine clouds, there are a series of nebulae interwoven, forming a chaotic sea of clouds. The sea of clouds seems to have spirit. It is windless and turbulent, and the waves are surging, swallowing up pieces of starlight.

Boom!

There was another thunder, and the starry sky trembled again. The cloud sea in the sky of the nine sky sky sky began to be torn by thunder and lightning, which made the starry sky tremble and descend into the sky, which could not breathe.

"Disaster." The sage of darao sword sect suddenly turned pale.

"The scourge of the holy body." All of us were shocked to take a step back. There are nearly a million monks in the sky with a hundred thousand feet. Everyone will respond to the robbery passively when they cross the sky here. Everyone can imagine the picture of millions of monks crossing the robbery together, which is the destruction of heaven and earth.

"Back, back." The strong man of Daluo sword sect ran away in a hurry and ran faster than the rabbit.

"Back?" Ye Chen sneers and shrinks to an inch. Liu Yan'er darts into the shadow of Da Luo Jianzong. At the same time, the sky disaster is also coming. People within 100000 meters around him are passively robbed, and the shadows turn into fly ash.

"Asshole." The sage of Daluo sword sect was angry. Although he swore, he was far away.

"Asshole." The half a million friars of the sword sect of Dalao also drank furiously, but they were not idle at their feet. One by one they ran away madly. Ye Chen was a lost star. It was right to stay away from him.

Ye Chen's body shape is like a ghost, giving full play to his shameless spirit, which people go to where more.

Everywhere Ye Chen went, he followed him. Everywhere he went, there would be a lot of human figures turned into blood mist. Even the escaped yuan Shen could not escape the bad luck, and the real ashes disappeared.

The starry sky is bustling again. It is a huge picture. The half a million monks of the sword sect of Dalao are turned upside down by the thunder. Not only are they supposed to be saints, but also saints are flying all over the sky.

The monks watching the war tugged at the corners of their mouths.

It's a myth that a hundred or so saints of Jianzong are chased by a hundred saints.

Someone counted it in detail. In only ten minutes, there were no less than 100000 monks killed by thunder robbery, which was not considered as disabled. It was more tragic than the war.

Watching and watching, the spectators retreated, for fear that ye Chen's bitch would run away suddenly. They were wandering around here. It was the natural calamity of the holy body. It was not for fun. It would be scum if you carelessly.

Poof!

Ye Chen was hurt and flew out by a thunderbolt.

Embarrassed to get up, he also dare not wave again, this is his natural calamity after all, can't be careless.

Under the attention of the public, this guy killed jiuxiao against the sky, and the eight wasters blew out the thunder of Lingtian.

His actions, infuriated the will of God, more thunder from the sky, each of them is very strong, each with the power to destroy the heaven and earth, to crush its life.

It was a gorgeous picture, with thunder interweaving, like the Milky Way pouring, like the light and rain flying.

Seeing ye Chen turn to fight against thunder robbery, the strong man of Da Luo Jianzong stops.

At the moment, there are only less than 300000 of the half a million friars of the Dalao sword sect, and more than 100000 of them have died under the natural calamity.

Asshole!

The saints of Daluo Jianzong are gnashing their teeth. They are ferocious in every aspect, and all of them are in a mess. Even if the saints are detached from the world, they dare not easily provoke the natural calamity, let alone the holy body.

War!

Ye Chen's voice shakes the starry sky, like a god of war of the eight wasteland. He still goes up against the sky and blows out thunder. He refines the holy body with thunder and temper chaos with divine punishment.

He fought all the way up from below. There was no thunder that could break it. It was as if the so-called will of God was a big joke to be trampled down.The spectator's face changed again.

Have seen the strong, never seen so strong, that is God punishment! So vulnerable.

All the people raised their heads and looked at the nine sky star sky in horror. The leaf Chen covered with golden light was more dazzling than the sun. It was like a god of war, which covered the vast universe.

Boom!

Still is the attention of all, ye Chen all the way to hit the ethereal star sky, saw that piece of chaotic clouds.

It's the will of God.

A hundred years ago in the great Chu, when he advanced to the heaven, he tore up the chaotic clouds and broke the shackles of heaven.

Break!

Ye Chen roared, a punch on jiuxiao, through the chaos of the will of heaven and earth.

However, what is different from a hundred years ago is that the chaotic clouds burst through, but instantly healed, hundreds of millions of thunder converged, and then a nine color lightning appeared, and ye Chen fell.

However, the natural calamity did not stop because of his fall, and the thunderbolt was still like that.

The starry sky was stained with blood, the fallen Ye Chen, and the blood bones were chopped. Every drop of holy blood was dazzling. He was like a god of war at the end of the day, and the whole immortal light was annihilated.

On the ninth day, the thunder was more powerful. One after another, they interweaved into a sea of thunder, which ran down the sky and covered a hundred thousand feet of starry sky. Ye Chen, who had just stabilized himself, was swallowed up on the spot.

Go!

Ye Chen hums coldly, a blow blows open, rushed to come out.

With the sound of the Dragon singing, nine dragons appeared in the sea of thunder, rolling the tyrannical thunder to Ye Chen, spitting out the thunder and lightning, and the road was close to Ye Chen's original God, intending to kill Ye Chen's real body.

Ye Chen is extremely powerful. The thunder sea trembles with one step, and the golden hand is covered with seal script. With one hand, he sweeps out five thunder dragons, and then takes out a sword to cut out a galaxy. The remaining four dragons are also killed. The tyranny of the holy body makes the power of the four sides shocked again.

However, the thunder robbery is not over, but more violent.

Nine thunder dragons were chopped, and the thunder sea turned into another nine, more powerful than the former.

Ye Chen sacrificed the halberd of killing heaven and fought against Thunder Dragon.

Boom! Bang!

Thunder sea is not calm, the sound of dragon and thunder dance together.

Although Ye Chen's fighting power is extremely high, it seems that the Thunder Dragon can't be killed completely. Every time one head is killed, another will become illusory. Moreover, one head is more powerful than the other, and the other is more domineering than the other.

At the moment, Rao is his powerful holy body, which is also scarred and stained with blood.

"Too strong." Outside the thunder sea, the spectator's face paled again.

"Can't the thunder dragons be killed one after another? What kind of natural calamity is this? It's only when you have to spend your life and death to finish it? "

"And every Thunder Dragon's power is not weak to quasi saint!"

"He can't cut down hundreds of heads!"

"As far as the emperor's situation is concerned, it can be said to be against heaven!" Some old friars took a deep breath. The huge picture made the people scared. If they were them, they would have been swallowed up.

"You can't destroy me." In the sound of shock, ye Chen's thundering roar was heard in the thunder sea. This sentence is to the sky. Even though he is bloody, he is still full of fighting spirit. He has become a shining Dragon, which is bigger than any other Thunder Dragon.

This time, the sky is more heated and noisy, including Ye Chen, there are enough ten dragons fighting in the thunder sea.

The spectator retreated, for the thunder sea was expanding from 100000 to 110000 and from 110000 to 120000. Without stopping, he swallowed up a piece of starry sky.

Ye Chen was constantly injured and was beaten back to human form more than once.

However, Thunder Dragon still can't stop his steps. Instead of swallowing him, he is beheaded one head after another.

In the fierce war, ye Chensheng's body is in Nirvana, and the Tao is also changing. Every pore of his body is filled with the power of thunder. Maybe only the domineering one dare to be so strong.

I don't know how long it took to see the thunder sea crack, was a punch through Ye Chen, destroyed in the starry sky.

If the sea of thunder dissipates, there will be no more Thunder Dragon.

The thunder annihilated, revealing the scarred star sky and ye Chen's staggering figure.

He was already bloody, and he had lost his human form. His evil spirit haunted the holy body. The people who saw him were startled.

"Have you carried it?" There was a surprise.

"Then kill." A sage in purple of Daluo sword sect suddenly offered a sword killing, but he was stopped by a white sage on his side.

"Why hinder me."

"It's not over yet." The white sage said, indicating that the Purple Sage looked up at the ethereal star sky. The Purple Sage frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked up, but his old eyes suddenly narrowed.

"So... What is that?" He was not only watching, but nearly a million monks also raised their heads.

There are immortal lights pouring on the sky, and every ray of fairy light is lingering around the thunder, interweaving into a ethereal figure. To be more accurate, it is a beautiful image.With the lotus flower, she does not know the beauty of the world.

This!

Everyone was stunned and looked up at jiuxiao. It was the first time to see the human disaster.

Ye Chen also looked up, looking at the woman in white, outsiders can not see her appearance, but he can see that it is a peerless face, more beautiful than any woman he has ever seen.

All of a sudden, ye Chensheng's body trembled, and his look became trance. He looked at the unique face, just like seeing that face for the first time a hundred years ago. It was intoxicating.

Zixuan!

Ye Chen murmured, a few words, but with endless vicissitudes.