The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

I saw the fairy puppet appearing in front of Ye Chen, his body exuded immortal power.

But Ye Xuan knew that he was just a fake fairy, and in this world, no one could truly become a fairy!

The fairy puppet looked at Ye Chen with a flat expression, and there was no light in his empty eyes, only hatred for Ye Chen, and his obsession was extremely strong.

His strength is beyond imagination, and even under the restriction of the Holy Land of the Spirit Race, he is enough to rival the peak immortals. Moreover, he is still growing wildly, and he seems to faintly hear humming, as if he is improving his cultivation.

"You, too, will die."

Ye Chen shouted violently, swung his sword and slashed at the puppet, his blow was unmatched.

However, before his iron rod approached, the puppet waved his hand eagerly, and a celestial light flashed in his hand, carrying the power of destruction, overturning Ye Chen.

boom! boom!

Ye Chen spattered blood, stepped back a few steps, his face was ferocious, and the holy body, which was already wounded, had a lot of cracks, and the bones and muscles were exposed, which was shocking.

The puppet of the spirit clan fairy is indeed terrifying, and Ye Chen can't breathe because of this momentum alone.

"This sword is pretty good." Ye Chen grinned.

"I will crush you to ashes." The immortal puppet snorted coldly, stepping down from the sky like a king.

Ye Chen didn't answer, and used the technique of defying the sky, directly attacking the puppet's eyebrows.

The puppet was not afraid, and swept forward with one arm.

pound! bang! clang! boom! Click!

Suddenly, the vast starry sky swayed for a while, Ye Chen fought with the fairy puppet, every punch and kick was terrifying, meteorites were smashed to pieces.

This area was already in chaos, the Great Chu Immortal was suppressed, and all the Immortals joined forces, unable to break the blockade, while the Immortals of the Spirit Race were all in a panic.

Here, Ye Chen fought more and more fiercely, and was blasted out again and again, but stood up again and again, his whole body was golden, and every ray of golden light was dyed with the power of thunder.

The immortals of the Spirit Race are not weak, they are both offensive and defensive, and their combat power is extremely domineering.

boom! Rumble!

The sound of the great battle shook the heavens, and the entire Holy Land of the Spirit Race collapsed because of the fight between the two.

I don't know when the war stopped.

Ye Chen was bleeding, annihilated inch by inch, and only a remnant soul remained, standing in Misty, in a miserable shape, with strands of blood overflowing, a broken holy body, mottled with blood, pieces of broken golden bones, stinging the world Eyes, although he is extraordinary, he is still no match for a real fairy.

"The generation of ants, talk about changing your fate against the sky?" The fairy puppet said coldly, the words were cold, without the slightest emotion.

"I'm not willing!"

Ye Chen's hissing made people feel sad. A generation of immortals, how proud, was defeated in the hands of a puppet, and he was so suppressed that he couldn't hold his head up.

The immortals of the spirit race stopped talking nonsense, and came to kill him again, with crystal fingers, lingering in a black halo, pressing against the real body of Ye Chen Yuanshen through nothingness, trying to kill him.

"After my death, the spirit race must perish."

Ye Chen got up eagerly, rushed into the catastrophe eagerly, did not escape, but ran into it head-on.

boom!

There was a rumbling sound, and a gorgeous halo spread.

And Ye Chen flew upside down, his **** body collided with the mountains, and finally fell down, creating a deep pit. Although he withstood the blow of the fairy puppet, the radiant black awn remained the same. Through the body.

Wow! puff!

Ye Chen vomited blood, his spine was swollen, his spine was broken, and his spinal cord also collapsed. If he hadn't had the soul of reincarnation to protect his soul, that black light would be enough to destroy his real fire and make him fly away.

"Ants." The puppet moved the sole of its foot and stepped on it.

At this step, the sky trembled, and Ye Chen's so-called unyielding collapsed instantly.

He is indeed against the sky, invincible at the same level, but after all, he is one level behind.

This is an indisputable fact, a real immortal is far stronger than his predecessors.

Ye Chen looked up, watching the puppet Ling Tian kick.

His eyes, the ancient well without ripples, no joy, no worries, no sorrow, no anger, not even a trace of fear, just because that kick was only half a foot away from him, and it was enough to crush him to death, but , At this moment, the demonic nature in his body burned up again, and the billowing demon raged violently, making his fighting spirit overwhelming, and in his fighting spirit, there was also a power called recovery.

The burning of his demon nature made his combat power soar. At this moment, his origin and energy instantly returned to the peak, and his combat power also skyrocketed.

Immediately, Ye Chen passed under that foot like a gust of wind, and the iron rod in his hand had already pierced the chest of the Immortal of the Spirit Race and smashed it down hard.

"Break it for me." The immortal of the Spirit Race shouted angrily, turned his head aside, avoided Ye Chen's iron rod, and punched through Ye Chen's pill sea with one blow, almost killing Ye Chen with one blow.

"Try it too, my magic weapon." Ye Chen sneered, turned his hand and twitched the iron rod, and swung it at the immortal.

The fairy puppet dodged, but it was still half a beat too late, and was scratched by the iron rod.

puff!

Accompanied by a ray of blood blooming, Ye Chen's left arm was slapped by the puppet, turning it into blood and flesh.

Not only that, Ye Chen was also so shocked that he spurted blood, kicked back, and fell all the way to the vast land, covered in blood and scars, a pair of golden eyes stood out, and blood and tears flowed horizontally.

The puppet of the spirit race fairy is really terrifying. The power of its blow, even his domineering defense, could not be completely blocked. He was severely injured by a palm. If it weren't for the armor of reincarnation, he would probably be buried on the spot. Strength, far beyond the peak combat power he should have, is a qualitative transformation.

"Little friend, you can't do it anymore." The fairy of the Spirit Race laughed teasingly, and walked towards Ye Chen step by step. With every step, the universe exploded, pushing out a fairy river with one palm, and cutting off one of Ye Chen's legs.

Ye Chen remained silent, gritted his teeth and got up, dragging his exhausted body to continue on the road, allowing the spirit clan immortals to attack and slaughter him.

This kind of him seems like a madman, regardless of the scars, his eyes are scarlet, and he just wants to do everything to break the shackles.

"Are you still awake?"

Suddenly, a voice of vicissitudes came from the depths of the Holy Land of the Spirit Race, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com A blurry figure slowly emerged, like a dream bubble, hazy, but it could not conceal the majesty of the world, overlooking the sky, The words are long and long, containing the silence of the years, and also carrying the Tao Yun and the profound meaning, like the evening drum and the morning bell, which will not disappear for a long time, shaking Tianque Mountain.

At this moment, everything in the world became still, including Ye Chen and the immortals of the Spirit Race.

Then, I heard the buzzing sound resounding, listened carefully, it turned out to be a scripture, a wordless scripture.

But I heard his words: Three thousand ways, return to the ruins of Nirvana;

Those are the scriptures of Buddhism, every word and every sentence are imprinted in the ancestral land of the Lingzu, it is infinitely mysterious.

Hearing that voice, Ye Chen's eyes were blurred, as if he had forgotten the pain and hatred, like an old monk sitting in meditation, forgetting his surroundings, and only looked in one direction, that was deep in the ancestral land of the Lingzu, there was a tree bathing In the light, bathed in golden brilliance, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

That tree is not an ordinary tree, but a bodhi tree. It is rooted in nothingness, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorbs the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Every trace of power is full of Dao rhyme. Spiritual beliefs.

At this moment, the bodhi tree bloomed in a vision, and the sky was full of light and rain.

Its way is compassionate and warm. Snow-white lotus flowers flutter down, enveloping Ye Chen and nourishing his bruised and broken body.

Well…!

The bodhi tree trembled slightly, dropped its branches, lifted Ye Chen, and sent him to the sky.

"Who am I, where am I, and what do I do." Ye Chen murmured to himself with empty eyes.

"No, no, this is an illusion!"

Ye Chen roared angrily.

"I am the emperor, I want to walk out of my own way, and I will kill all enemies!"

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly released divine light, looked at the front and roared angrily: "A mere hypocrite, how dare you mess with my Dao heart!"