The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

This is an extremely tragic picture: the cultivators of the Spirit Race fell in batches, one after another, dripping with blood and sorrow.

"Ant, you deserve to die." With a roar, the strong spirit clansmen from all directions pulled out their weapons, their eyes were scarlet like demons.

boom! boom! boom!

With the sound of bangs, lightning flashed and thundered in nothingness, black awns shot from the east and west, a thick thunder pillar and a gorgeous lotus shot from the northern sky, carrying the power of extinction, melting Has the will to destroy.

puff! puff! puff!

Ye Chen's speed was fast, and the three thunder pillars and the three lotus flowers were also extremely illusory, and they rushed to Ye Chen in an instant, and they smashed towards Ye Chen with all their strength.

At a critical moment, Ye Chenhuo raised his foot and stomped on Xu Tian.

Immediately, a vortex manifested, engulfing the Thunder Pillar, the lotus, and the three Gods of Tribulation Realm.

Immediately, the vortex dissipated, and the three gods who swallowed the thunder pillar also disappeared. I don't know if they were annihilated and turned into dust, or they entered Ye Chen's small world and became nourishment.

Ye Chen's face was pale, his body swayed, staggered, and almost fell into the sky.

"Stop him." A group of strong men roared, and came to kill them. They were all gods, and they were elders of the spirit clan. They attacked and killed all the way.

"Looking for death." Ye Chen yelled violently, walking against the sky, swept across the world with a stick, and went straight to the group of strong spirit clansmen, ignoring the attack, and approached the old man in purple at the top. He could see that the white-haired old man, It is the high level of the spirit clan. If he is destroyed, the spirit clan will be defeated.

However, after all, he underestimated the strength of the Spirit Race. Even though he vomited blood from the beating, he blocked Ye Chen's stick, and the whisk in his hand swept a ray of fairy light, which could be said to be destructive, smashing the golden iron stick .

Zheng!

Ye Chenkuo retracted his stick and replaced it with a chaotic cauldron to block the fairy light, while his real self pointed out a cold light, piercing through the white-haired old man's chest.

"Suppress it for me." The powerhouses of the Spirit Race hissed in unison, and gathered into a huge formation, covering Ye Chen. They wanted to suppress it so that he would not create chaos again. , Hasn't the slaughter been over yet?

"Where are you going?" The white-haired old man grinned, and pressed down his palm, sealing Ye Chen's limbs and bones.

puff!

When the blood flashed, Ye Chen was pressed down with a palm, and the power of the palm almost broke his back.

"Kneel down for me." The white-haired old man grinned, and grabbed it with one hand. There was a rune engraved on the palm of his hand, which outlined the seal characters, and ruled all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"Kneel your grandma." Ye Chen yelled violently, smashing the formation with one step, then swept the white-haired old man over with a stick, grabbed the whisk in his hand, wiped out his soul avatar with one whip, and ascended to the sky in one step , A stick smashed into the depths of the spirit race.

Wow! puff!

But when he heard the sound of blood spurting wildly, the spiritual monks who were hunted down were wiped out one by one, because a spear swept over and a spear picked up one piece.

"Evil animal, die!" The Holy Master of the Spirit Race arrived, with divine lines appearing between his brows, and evolved many mysterious supernatural powers, incorporating murderous intent, with tyrannical power. Very destructive.

Ye Chen was indifferent, swung his spear, and stabbed it the next day, piercing the big seal, not because the spear was sharp, but because he was too strong, the spear broke through the big seal, and directly attacked the Holy Lord of the Spirit Race.

ah....!

The holy lord of the spirit clan roared and sacrificed a piece of jade. The mystery branded in it was a kind of defensive restraint, which could strengthen his body to block the power of Ye Chen's spear.

However, what surprised him was that his jade defensive restraint couldn't withstand the blow of Ye Chen's spear.

puff! qδ

He bled on the spot and was torn apart by Ye Chensheng.

Seeing this, other strong people of the Spirit Race all looked sideways, looking at Ye Chen in astonishment, what's going on with this guy, he was obviously only a human race before, how could he suddenly become so strong.

Ye Chen remained silent, and continued to escape, heading straight to the Imperial City of the Spirit Race.

Behind him, the spirit clan powerhouse chased after him like a tidal sea, submerging the entire Void Sky, wanting to stop more than once, but he was held back by the God Tribulation Realm, and it was difficult to get out of trouble.

"Kill, kill Ye Chen." Groups of strong men screamed, and rushed towards the imperial city of the spirit clan from the distant sky.

"Stop it." A cold order came from the imperial city of the Spirit Race.

Soon, a light curtain manifested, blocking groups of strong men, and after careful observation, one realized that it was an enchantment, covered with ancient script, overflowing with inexplicable Dao energy, enveloping the divine brilliance, covering the sky and the sky. The earth, no matter how violent the external attack is, it cannot break through it.

hum! hum!

At the same time, killing swords rushed out of the barrier, and inserted row after row into the void.

Each flying sword is engraved with ancient secret patterns, which are intertwined to form a sword net, which overwhelmingly presses down on the strong spirit clan. The sword net is too heavy, crushing the emptiness, crushing the universe, cutting Each of the spirit clan gods groaned, and each was nailed into nothingness, without even a chance to escape, they were destroyed and turned into ashes.

puff!

puff!

puff!

The blood bloomed, pouring like rain, and the powerhouses of the spirit clan were buried in pieces, and those who were killed by the sword net, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Countless, in just a moment, nearly all the monks of the Wanling tribe died under the rain of swords, and the mountain peaks where the bones were piled up collapsed in pieces.

"Wait, you should all die." Ye Chen hissed and roared, holding the battle flag in his hand, and the wind swept through the clouds all the way.

puff! puff! puff!

Accompanied by the blooming of blood, he is like an unrivaled **** of war, blazing a trail of blood, no one can block his edge, no matter if he is at the peak of the divine calamity, or half-step into the divine calamity, once his body is contaminated, he will be as fragile as paper. Blow up one by one.

boom! boom! boom!

The battle broke out, and Ye Chen fought against the six spirit gods alone, attacking and killing all the way, bleeding all the way, every time he was attacked, he resisted domineeringly, and the scars emerged one by one.

It can be seen that his physical body is riddled with holes, his muscles and bones are exposed, and blood is flowing.

"Suppress me." The white-haired old man came to him, and slapped him with a palm. The shadow of his palm was huge, like a dark curtain covering the sky, enveloping Ye Chen.

However, Ye Chen stood still, like a rock standing in a storm, standing still. His arms trembled slightly, knocking back the whisk, and then, with brute force, overturned the white-haired old man.

ah....!

The white-haired old man roared, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were full of ferocious eyes. He was a majestic god, but he was no match for a human race. Moreover, he was a human race that had just advanced. Is this so nonsense?

While speaking, more powerful spirit clansmen came and surrounded Ye Chen overwhelmingly.

Ye Chen was silent, holding the iron rod in his hand, he swung it away, attacking without distinction, although he didn't use the secret technique, he was still unrivaled. Or, wherever they go, a palace collapses.

Here, the white-haired old man howled angrily, and the dust whisk in his hand bloomed with brilliance, transformed into the Xianhe Waterfall, and swept across the sky, like a silver mountain, falling from the sky, trying to crush Ye Chen.

"Get out." Ye Chenhuo fixed his body, and pierced Xutian with a spear.