Chapter 1727

All the way to the sky, ye Chen once again came to the sea of evil.

Even though he has become a saint, he is still under great pressure from the evil sea.

Even the Ming emperor can't do evil fate, even the ten palace Yama dare not easily step foot, can imagine, how frightening.

This is a place of great ferocity. Few people come here to earn merits and virtues. Only such evil spirits as him dare to wave on the edge.

"In 9999 merits and virtues, one hundred quasi Saint level dragons are enough; twenty Saint level dragons are enough."

Ye Chen estimated that it was not as difficult as he imagined. With his fighting power, Ming would easily earn the required merits and virtues.

He took out his storage bag and set foot on the beach.

Then, at the junction of the evil sea and the beach, he sprinkled Zhaolong powder with a whole sack while flying.

His heart would tremble if he was seen by others.

You know, the evil sea dragon is very fierce. If you don't take care of it, you will be swallowed up. People are attracted by each other.

But he is good, the whole sack pouring, this led to the dragon, is not one, will be many.

If the luck is bad, it is very likely to call out the quasi King Dragon, even the king level dragon, and the consequences are not very good.

However, he is such a urine, advanced sage, and can open a bully body, such combat power, enough to pick a group.

People are self willed and have enough confidence. There is no way. This is the wave.

Soon, the evil sea is not calm, rolling cloudy fog turbulent.

The roar of a tyrannical dragon was heard. There were as many as nine dragons, all of them were quasi holy dragons.

They are not small. They are so big as mountains. In their eyes, ye Chen is a little grasshopper.

"No matter whether you are a dragon or a worm, lie down for me."

Ye Chen hissed. He stepped across the empty sky and met the past. With a sword, he cut out an immortal River and split the heaven and earth.

The dragon in front of the charge is the most unfortunate. Just after a breath of thunder and lightning, the dragon head was chopped and killed with one sword.

The other eight dragons were no better. They could not bear Ye Chen's attack and were destroyed by Ye Chen's sword.

"Nine hundred merits have been achieved." Ye Chen glanced at the merit book. There were nine lines of characters on the board.

If you earn half of your strength, you don't need to be strong enough.

Without any delay, ye Chen took out a sack of Zhaolong powder, flying all the way, scattering all the way, howling all the way.

Zhaolong scattered, evil sea edge, fog and rampant.

Nine big guys roared out, and one of them was a saint dragon, much bigger than a quasi Saint dragon.

It also belongs to its loud howl, the empty sky crushed by the giant dragon's body collapses, its mouth spits out flames and its eyes shoot thunder, which is very fierce.

Ye Chen was not used to this number. He shrunk to an inch and killed the saint dragon. He held the sword in both hands and inserted it straight.

The head of the saint dragon was pierced, and the blood was black.

With the shrill wail, it knelt down on the spot, and turned into evil fate fog. Its soul returned to heaven and earth, and it was forced to pretend to be in a hurry.

The saint level dragons all knelt down. The other quasi Saint dragons couldn't turn the big waves and were killed.

Ye Chen doesn't look at the merit book any more, carrying Zhaolong to scatter.

The dragon was very face saving. The dragon was scattered and ran out one after another. The dragon's eyes were huge, cruel and bloodthirsty. It opened its mouth and spat out thunder and lightning. It was extremely fierce.

They are fierce, and ye Chen is more fierce, so they have no defense.

The fighting power is absolutely suppressed. This is a unilateral massacre. The king level dragon can not be seen. Other dragons are shrimps.

Looking from afar, the pictures are lawless. Ye Chen, who is as small as a mole ant, is stunned and can't lift his head.

In the distance, there are people falling down. They are two ghost kings and an old Ming general. They are a team and come here to earn merit.

To see ye Chen, the three people all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

People are all in groups to fight a dragon. It's better for us to pick a group of people and kill the dragon, just like cutting watermelon.

"That... Is that ye Chen?" The two ghost kings opened their mouths.

"It's not him. Who else will there be?" The old Ming will sigh.

"The whole underworld, Saint level younger generation, dare to fight the dragon like this, only he, the evil spirit against heaven is hanging."

Three people you a word I a word, the mouth said, heart cluttered.

See ye Chen that Si, unconsciously let a person recall half a month ago.

Under the seat of Yama in the nine halls, seventy-two ghost generals were killed by Ye Chen, and nearly fifty of them died miserably.

As for those who managed to escape, they were still chirping on their beds, and heard that they had been deposed by Yama of each temple.

In that war, there was really no law and order. The Holy Sacrament was famous and his name became a nightmare for a generation.

Such as such a cruel man, the evil sea demon dragon can not be his opponent. It is a piece of cake for him to earn merit here.

"80% of the dead will be killed too much, merit and virtue will be deducted.""However, if he is so strong, earning merit is like drinking water, and it is a matter of time before he is appointed." A ghost King sighs.

"People are more crushing than others!" Lao Ming would rub his eyebrows.

They are all saints. He is hundreds of years older than ye Chen?

In those days, when they made great achievements, how difficult it was. It took them eight hundred years to seal their positions.

A man's holy body is good, and one sword can make one's merits rise one by one, but hundreds of merits and virtues can be exasperated.

The two ghost Kings also coughed, and their expressions were tangled. They both lived in the underworld. They looked at others and then at themselves. They were embarrassed.

When they are talking, ye Chen cuts a dragon again, holds the wine pot, and drinks it, which is very brutish.

If you look at his merits and virtues, he is more than 4000. He has earned less than half of his merits.

"Come again." Ye Chen throws the wine pot, takes out the Zhaolong powder, and rushes to the edge of the evil sea, with hope and full of energy.

However, he had just arrived, and before he had time to spread the Zhao Long San, the evil sea became agitated and turned into a rough sea.

Ye Chen was careless and was engulfed by the waves. Well, to be more precise, he bumped into it.

"My God! The holy body has taken the initiative to enter the sea of evil. " Not far away the two ghost king, can not help but exclaim.

"It's very reckless." Lao Ming frowned.

He lived longer than ye Chen, and he knew more about the sea of evil than ye Chen. He could not step into the sea of evil.

The dragons on the edge of the evil sea are so fierce, not to mention the bones that a saint will be swallowed in the sea of evil.

In the sea of evils, many evil relations will erode the original God, and there are countless dragons in it, and its level is far beyond imagination.

Now ye Chen stepped into it in vain, and the consequences can be imagined.

In the sea of evil, ye Chen stabilized his body and looked around.

However, what he saw was a haze.

At the foot of the sea, the sea is dark. If you look carefully, you can see a fierce ghost struggling.

With the magic power of bewitching people's mind, he almost lost his mind.

In the dark, there is a force that erodes his original spirit, and that power is evil fate, invisible and mysterious.

It is also the reason of evil fate that makes the space of sin sea chaotic.

He was clearly involved from the edge of the evil sea, but now, it is far away from the beach and swallowed into the depth of the evil sea.

Even, his divine consciousness was blocked by evil fate. He didn't know where to go before he could get out. He had no sense of direction.

"It's not fun." His brow was tight and his face was extremely ugly. He was really unprepared for this incident.

"Is it that I killed too many dragons this time? Was the evil sea evil fate stare at, this just swallow me in? "

"It's bullshit. Make some merit. There are so many things."

Ye Chen secretly scolded, heart read a move, sacrifice a pair of armor, wrapped in the body, a lot of protection, also opened.

This is the sea of evil. It is full of crisis. He is a saint. He may be killed by playing at all times. This is no better than the outside world.

Sure enough, there was a devil crawling out of the evil sea under his feet. His face was ferocious, and he stretched out his sharp claws to drag him into the evil sea.

Ye Chen hums coldly, a sword sweeps, and a lot of evil spirits are killed.

The fierce ghost howled, causing the four dragons to sing, the fog rolling, there were many dragons coming, and the level was not low.

Ye Chen wields his sword and keeps pointing to the four directions. The moving one is wanjian Chaozong. This is a group attack move, which is most suitable for the moment.

The dragon was attacked by a dragon. The dragon was drenched with blood, but it was still killed. It opened its mouth and spewed lightning and flames.

Ye Chen looks cold and pushes aside the cloudy fog and takes the initiative to attack and kill.

Fortunately, the dragon is only allowed to be king level, not king level or higher, otherwise it will be very difficult.

A dragon was cut off, and the black dragon blood flowed into the dark sea of evil, and was devoured by the evil spirits in the evil sea.

More and more dragons roared because of his killing.

Ye Chen is cruel, open bully body, attack and kill all the way.

His merits and virtues have risen rapidly, and he has come to the throne of the underworld.

I don't know when the word "Ming Jiang" appeared on his head. That is to say, his merits and virtues have met the requirements.

However, at the moment, he did not care about these.

At present, the most important thing is to get out of the sea of evils. Otherwise, they are likely to be buried here. No matter how many merits and virtues, there is still a hanging function.

What makes his egg ache is that the space of the evil sea is chaotic and his divine sense is blocked. He can't find out which way out, such as a headless fly.

If it goes on like this, it will not be the overlord. If the state of the longitudinal blood is followed by the limit, it will also be consumed. There are too many dragons.

"Emperor Huang, have you ever seen it?" Ye Chen's heart roars, expecting Emperor Huang to build a handle and get him out.

His call did not receive response, but attracted more dragons, including quasi King level and top one.

The vast sea of evil, overcast fog, waves in the turbulent, a head of dragon, a head of manifestation, carrying evil fate."It's luck." Ye Chen clenches his teeth and looks at one side. He tries hard to kill him. He only hopes that it is the direction of the sea of evils.

He thought about it all, but the Dragon didn't do it. He poured in. He had to bury him in the sea of evil.

"Go away." Ye Chen roars and kills the sword crazily. The chaos vision is opened, and the secret arts and magic powers are set one by one.

Although there are many dragons, he is even more fierce. He just plays with his life. This is not a good place. He will die here if he can't do it well.