Chapter 1598

In the sound of discussion, Zhiyang Taoist escaped into the mountains.

Ye Chen raises the blood sword, and then enters, wields the sword and cuts.

Then, the mountains collapsed one after another and were razed to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure of the emperor to be soldiers and dachengsheng bones,

Zhiyang burned the power of yuan God and sacrificed Shouyuan with blood.

He only wants to run for his life. There is no great saint with any dignity.

Ye Chen kept on chasing him and kept on waving his sword. Zhiyang's body was chopped again and again, healing again and again. The whole one blood man made people tremble.

One chase and one kill, just like the divine light, just like the immortal awn.

All the mountains we met collapsed, the sea we crossed dried up, and the Cangyuan that we crossed also broke up instantly.

Who would have thought that the pursuit lasted for three days and nights, and had been traversed for thousands of miles without any result.

With the help of holy bones, ye Chen's speed is really as fast as God's awn.

However, although he is far more powerful than Zhiyang, he can not easily catch up with Zhiyang if he runs away with all his strength.

He is a true fusion of holy bones, but it is difficult to control such a domineering power, which is hard to ignore.

To a vast sea, boundless, magnificent.

Zhiyang Taoist fled to escape, and then roared, "Canghai Daoyou save me, Canghai Daoyou save me."

He seemed to have known that there was a strong monk in the sea, so he ran to seek help, hoping to avoid Ye Chen's pursuit.

Not to mention, there are people in this sea, and the cultivation is not low.

He was an old man in white. He walked out slowly from the bottom of the sea. His realm was a great saint. He was not as good as the Taoist Zhiyang.

He's here in Haiqing, and he doesn't want to be disturbed.

However, to see the blood bone dripping Zhiyang Taoist, suddenly a Leng, "Zhiyang Daoyou, how can it be so."

"Help me, help me." Zhiyang Taoist priest is crazy.

The old man in white is more Leng, subconsciously looking at the opposite.

In his eyes, he saw Ye Chen, carrying a bloody sword, fierce and murderous, like a devil.

"Emperor to be?" The old man in white was surprised, but soon he shook his head again, "no, it's with some kind of prestige."

Seeing through this, he immediately stepped forward, first arched his hand, and then with a smile, "I don't know where Taoist friend, can you sell me a thin face, and have to forgive people."

Ye Chen doesn't speak. He directly wields his sword. One sword cuts the head of the old man in white. The picture is bloody.

He did not keep his hand, but killed a sword. Not only did he cut off the head of the old man in white, but also his original spirit.

Head rolling down, the eyes of the old man in white are highlighted.

He was depressed and should have been subdued. He was a great saint. He was killed by others in front of him. He was unprepared.

At the last moment of his mental annihilation, he realized what regret was. He regretted that he should not have run out and pretended to be forced. He also regretted that he should not have done so, and that he was killed.

Cut off the old man with white hair, ye Chen stepped on the sky and continued to chase.

Zhiyang Taoist priest stumbled all the way. The old man in white blocked the gun for him, but he ran away so fast that he didn't dare to turn back.

The spectators followed him. When he saw the old man in white with a different head, he couldn't help but sigh, "it's OK to clean up and close down, but I have to run out."

"Well, if you don't install it properly, you'll split it."

"To make, this is to make." Some old folks shook their heads in secret, "they don't know what hatred Ye Chen and Zhiyang Taoist have, so they run out to interfere and deserve to be destroyed."

"Ye Chen is cruel enough." The sound of hissing and smacking one after another, "it's really capricious to say that it's going to be destroyed."

"This time is regarded as a truth. No one should be offended by the holy body. The consequences are very serious." Too many people shake their heads and laugh.

No one can refute this. It is a truth indeed.

Count in detail, from ye Chen to xuanhuang, but where ye Chen whole thing, which one is a good death.

No, almost no, from the Taiqing Palace Shenzi and they, to today's Zhiyang, are bloody examples.

After a chase and a kill, there are opera goers, mighty.

More people were attracted. Seeing that Taoist Zhiyang was being chased and killed, hearing about today's incident, his eyes were shocked.

All the people gathered were like the ranks of the spectators, among whom there was no lack of grand saints, but no one dared to speak out.

However, there are some people who don't believe in evil. They always want to run out and pretend to be forced. This is the moment.

He was a purple haired old man, a real saint.

He was not a native monk in Zhongzhou, but came from the remote Donghuang. He happened to meet this matter when he came to Zhongzhou.

"Help me, friend." Seeing the purple robed old man coming forward, Zhiyang Taoist priest rushed forward, and his body was in a mess.

"Don't be afraid. I'll make love for you. The problem should be small." The purple robe old man laughs, the temperament is leisurely.

Say, this si then look to Ye Chen, lift arm arch hand.

However, before he opened his mouth, ye Chen's sword had already been cut over. The holy bone cooperated with the sword power of the emperor to destroy the withered.

The old man in the purple robe turned pale and wanted to escape, but it was too late.Blood spatter, a head rolling down, only yuan Shen escaped, panic way, "no matter, I don't care."

Ye Chen didn't respond, and his wave was a sword.

On the spot, the purple robed old man knelt down and the yuan God died.

Like the old man in white, he was extremely regretful at the moment before his death. He had traveled thousands of miles from Donghuang to Zhongzhou, where he wandered around and thought himself noble.

It's a good thing. After thousands of years of hard work, I went wrong and went straight to the netherworld. I chose my own grave.

As the spectators passed by, sighing constantly, they could only be silent.

Chase and kill continue, all the way roaring, all the way blood robbery.

In front of me, the ancient city appeared, and the grand and majestic, the Taoist of Zhiyang flew over and roared, "help me."

The ancient city trembled, a great holy spirit overflowed, and then a cold hum, "younger generation, you have to forgive people and forgive people."

Ye Chen didn't speak and chased Zhiyang Taoist into the ancient city.

The old man with blood has been waiting for him. His Qi and blood are so high that he has reached the bottleneck of emperor Zhun. His accomplishments are shoulder to shoulder with Zhiyang.

"Huayang City, you are not allowed to make a mistake." The old man in the blood robe snorted coldly, and the treasure pot hung over his head. The sound of ice cold rang through the nine days.

Ye Chen is holding the blood sword. He does not reduce his pace and directly waves the sword.

The old man with blood is angry and moves the pot to fight against it.

The next moment, his treasure pot will crack, was cut to pieces by Ye Chen's sword, the falling debris, also turned into fly ash.

His magic weapon was broken, and he was bitten back. He vomited blood on the spot and pushed back. His face changed greatly.

"I don't care about it." The old man with bloody hair turned around and ran away. His face was pale, his heart was trembling, and his cold air was rising.

He wants to escape, but ye Chen can't let him go.

The second sword has arrived and killed the bloody old man's body.

Then there is the third sword, and the old blood god is destroyed.

"Well, another great saint." The spectators lamented, "if you don't know anything, you rush out to deal with the whole thing and look for abuse."

"Because the great sage who was destroyed by Zhiyang Taoist is the third one. By visual inspection, Zhiyang is also a disaster star, and it does harm to people."

"Help me, help me." Ahead, Zhiyang Taoist is still roaring, escaping all the way, roaring all the way, calling for help all the way.

However, the lessons learned from the past, bloody examples one after another, have been circulated all over the world. Who would have foolishly run out to intercede with him, unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.

Ye Chen is too strong, or in other words, the holy bone of Dacheng holy body is too overbearing. Who dares to fight under the emperor to be.

More and more people gathered to see the opera. The grand sage level grasped a large number of them, but he was only a spectator and did not seek stimulation.

Taoist Zhiyang's face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was cold.

He really understood the truth when he was in trouble.

On weekdays, we call each other brothers and sisters. If we have a good relationship, we can't lend our daughter-in-law to sleep. If it's difficult, we don't speak at all.

"Help me, master." As he spoke, he ran into a lonely forest and roared.

"Master?" The man who can be called an elder by Zhiyang is a quasi emperor.

At the thought of this, everyone rushed to catch up.

Deep in the barren forest is a lake. By the lake there is an old man, dressed in a coir raincoat and a cloak, fishing leisurely.

"It's really the emperor to be." The spectators were surprised.

"It's going to be fun." Many people rubbed their hands, and their eyes were bright, "he won't even do it for emperor Zhun!"

"I don't know which one is better when fighting against emperor Zhun."