The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

"He...is Ye Chen." Finally, someone recognized him.

"Damn." As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in all directions, and there were many sighs and tongues. Hearing this name, many people's eyes lit up. They were very familiar with Ye Chen's name. They had also heard of Ye Chen's legend. evildoer.

"This... this is impossible!" Someone murmured.

"He...why is he here."

"The Holy Land of the Spirit Race, did he break into it whenever he wanted?"

Amidst the discussion, Ye Chen had already entered the realm of the Spirit Race, looking at the familiar scene, but he showed no mercy. Along the way, he was used to slaughter, and he was used to **** scenes, so he no longer needed to show mercy.

In the depths of the spirit clan's land, there is already a mess, and ancient trees can be seen everywhere. It was originally a prosperous home of the spirit clan, but because of Ye Chen's killing, it has been razed to the ground.

"Damn it." Cursed one after another, there were many figures, gathered in the deepest part, all gnashing their teeth, their faces were gloomy, old faces, ferocious and ferocious, and a cold light shot out from their eyes.

Ye Chen strode into the Holy Land of the Spirit Clan, killing anyone he saw, without mercy!

"Looking for death." Hundreds of strong men shouted in unison, each holding up their defensive shields.

"Kill." Ye Chen took the lead, running across the wilderness, wielding the sword in his hand, and wiped out three or five people with a single halberd. Anyone who touched the sword would be wiped out physically and mentally, no matter the strong or the gods, or even the peak of the strong , It's not enough to see, one blow is enough for a second.

puff! puff! puff!

The blood is dazzling, and the **** pictures are quite seductive. Every time Ye Chen swings his sword, there must be flowers of blood. At first glance, it really looks like a pig slaughterhouse?

"That guy, you are so fierce." Too many spectators trembled in their hearts. Ye Chen's power is terrifying, like a **** of war, ignoring defense, and only attacking the spirit clansmen. No matter who is swept by Zhan Ge, he will definitely bleed , even the divine calamity couldn't bear it.

No wonder they were surprised, it was because Ye Chen's killing was too bloody, I don't know what kind of blood, it was fused with demon nature, and the whole body was ravaged by demons. Whenever he saw blood, he would be excited. A demon, sweeping all the way, bathed in blood all the way, no grass grows wherever it passes.

"Damn it." All the spirit clan powerhouses were furious, but they were forced by Ye Chen to have no time for him.

Ye Chen's strength caught them off guard.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, many strong men joined forces to form a joint formation, surrounding Ye Chen in the center.

Zheng!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and didn't dodge. Anyway, he couldn't escape anyway, so he just got tough, and charged straight with his sword in his hand, letting many strong men join forces to mobilize the attack.

puff! puff! puff!

The sound of metal colliding was crisp and cold, and his aura was overwhelming.

kill!

The strong spirit clan screamed, and the attack became more violent. However, Ye Chen was too strong, and they vomited blood when they met each other, and the formation that was preparing to attack together was also defeated.

When Ye Chen arrived, he reached the sky in one step, and pierced through the chest of a strong man with one finger.

Immediately, a battle spear manifested and was inserted into the back of the strong man.

puff! puff! puff!

Blood spattered frequently, his attack was extremely messy, like a wandering dragon, wandering in the holy land of the spirit clan, every stick was destroyed, and the spirit clan people fell in pieces, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter how old or young, it was not a single move enemy.

ah….!

The mournful roar of the spirit clan resounded through the sky. The strong men of the spirit clan were all elites in the clan, but none of them could stop Ye Chen from attacking. Bloody corpses fell all over the holy land of the spirit clan. All over the field, blood flowed into rivers, blood and bones piled up layer after layer.

The holy lord of the spirit clan and the prince were all blocked in the deepest part of the holy land, and no one could escape. Although they were strong, they couldn't stand Ye Chen's attack. Down.

boom! boom!

The battle fluctuated too violently, and the rumbling sound shook the universe.

The great formation in the Holy Land of the Spirit Race was smashed to pieces one after another, and the talents within it were also poured down like raindrops. Among the shadows in the sky, there were always a few people who were smashed to pieces.

"Stop him, stop him quickly."

The strong spirit clan shouted angrily, hissed and shook the sky, Ye Chen actually slaughtered one of their squads, this kind of shame must be repaid with blood, these strong people have suffered trauma more than once, and almost died more than once , if it wasn't for the strong background, most of them would have been cut off.

"You guys are all going to die."

Ye Chen was playful with a smile, and the attack was even worse. One palm covered a piece, and the crushed spirit clansmen could not lift their heads. One strong man was slapped into a meat paste; The stick was nailed to the ground, unable to get up, and even Shenhai was instantly extinguished.

puff! puff! puff!

He was so powerful that the world was astonished. In just a moment, hundreds of people from the Spirit Race were lost.

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by the roaring sound, giant mountains collapsed one after another.

That valley is the core of the ancestral land of the Spirit Clan, and it is also the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Clan. A majestic and majestic hall towers above the clouds, shining with ancient and mysterious runes. It is blessed with infinite mystery, and it is the altar of the spirit race.

But at this moment, the spirit race immortal sitting cross-legged on the altar was like an old monk sitting in meditation, eerily quiet.

"My emperor, wake up quickly." A call came from below.

"Shut up." The spirit clan fairy said indifferently, still immersed in the dark, without saying a word, UU reading www.uukanshu.com only slightly squinted his eyes, staring at a copper pillar, the light and darkness of the eyes were uncertain, I don't know what I'm looking at.

The copper pillar was engraved with dense lines, outlining visions one after another: a pitch-black vortex, swallowing up streaks of **** light, strands of **** light intertwined, outlining human figures.

Looking carefully, he is a young man wearing a yellow robe and a purple gold bell hanging from his head. Between his brows, there is a trace of vicissitudes of life. His eyes are empty and emotionless, like a walking dead.

"Linglingpuppet?" Ye Chen was surprised.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice resounded through the sky.

The speaker was an immortal from the Spirit Race, and he opened and closed his old eyes openly, staring at the spirit puppet on the copper pillar, his eyes protruding, full of puzzlement.

On the copper pillar, there was a begging voice, with a crying voice, hoarse and quiet, with white hair, wrinkled skin, and a pair of empty eyes, without the slightest expression.

He was the immortal of the Spirit Race back then.

However, it is just a puppet now.

In the past, in front of the sealed gate, he wanted to seize the good fortune, but was turned into a spiritual puppet. If the spirit tribe wanted to reshape the physical body, he also needed the reincarnation stone.

And the reincarnation stone is in the Holy Land of the Spirit Race, and it is in the altar of the Spirit Race, it will be activated when the time comes, and the activation of the Reincarnation Stone requires the blood of the Supreme Being of the Spirit Race, and only the Supreme is worthy of having it. One point, he already knew.

"How... how could this be so?" The spirit clan fairy muttered to himself, his expression was pale and bloodless, and he looked at the puppet on the altar in disbelief. There is only a body left, his memory is still stagnant in that year, and his child was just born.

"I'm not willing."

"I hate it!"

A roar resounded throughout the nine nights, resounding through the realm of the spirit race, full of overwhelming resentment, the roar of a generation of immortals, carrying grief, the resentment of a generation of immortals, and the sorrow of a generation of immortals.