The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

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!"

His eyes became clearer and clearer. In the dark eyes, there were chaos-colored thunder and lightning tearing, the blessing of the power in the dark, and the power of reincarnation dancing together. Wisps of darkness gushed out from the limbs and bones.

In an instant, he regained his peak combat power.

At this moment, his fighting spirit was overwhelming, and he wanted to smash the sky.

His aura climbs as high as possible, strands of golden fairy lights are entwined, and each strand is as heavy as a mountain, like diamond and iron stone, unrivaled in tenacity. It pierced through the pseudo-immortal puppet of the Spirit Race, and cut a sword mark between its eyebrows.

ah…..!

The roar of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race was full of anger. He was a pseudo-immortal, and he was wounded by a god, even worse than the ancient holy body. His majesty, he had never been disobeyed, and his anger swept Tianxiao.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, he shrunk the ground to an inch, reached the sky in one step, and was almost face to face with the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race, and pierced his shoulder with another sword, nailing him to the rock.

"Wait, **** it." The pseudo-immortal is ferocious, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, as if he has gone mad. The imposing peak of the pseudo-immortal was hit hard by a god. This kind of shame is unbearable for him. , burning flames, intending to use the most ferocious divine punishment to destroy that ancient holy body.

It's a pity that he underestimated Ye Chen's hole card. It was a forbidden technique, a big killing formation. Once sacrificed, it would definitely destroy the world, even if he was the peak of the false immortal level, he would also be extinct.

boom! boom! boom!

The howling of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race was shrill under the night.

"Pseudo-immortal, die!" Ye Xuan yelled, swung the sledgehammer, and attacked the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race again and again. His speed was more than twice as fast as Ye Chen's, and the secret technique he used was quite targeted. It is a war halberd of the emperor's level, which is specially designed to restrain the pseudo-immortals of the spirit race.

"Ants, court death." The pseudo-celestial being of the Spirit Race roared angrily, swung the giant ax that held up the sky, chopped out a star field with one axe, and turned Ye Xuanzhen out.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he threw out a sword, across Ye Chen's neck, and cut off Ye Chen's head.

Although Ye Chen's head fell, the blood splashed all over the world. A puppet of the pseudo-celestial level was able to cut off the head of the god-level, which really surprised the world.

"Kill, kill me." The pseudo-immortal of the Lingzu shouted angrily, and pressed his palm on Ye Chen's body.

However, Ye Chen's primordial spirit had already escaped into samsara, avoided the killing blow, and then stepped on Mimiao to kill the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Race.

His speed was faster and more treacherous, and his sword pierced through the spine of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race.

Wow! The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race spurted blood, staggered, and fell into the clouds. Before he could stand firm, he saw Ye Chen rushing towards him. He raised the big tripod again, and the tripod collided into the void.

boom!

The cauldron fell and buried the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race in it. He is a monk at the level of divine robbery, but when it comes to combat power, he is comparable to the pseudo-immortal.

After this big collision, the entire Holy Land of the Spiritual Race shook a few times.

When the smoke dissipated, what was exposed was already a mess. Even the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race was smashed into the ground. It was devastated.

"You, you will definitely be defeated." The pseudo-celestial being of the Spirit Race snorted coldly, rushed out from the ground, holding the Heavenly Demon Axe in his hand, and cut a ravine with one blow.

Zheng!

Ye Chen formed a seal with one hand, and performed the star shift, and moved hundreds of feet away, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race reappeared, behind Ye Chen, the iron rod of Ling Xiao was raised, and wiped out Ye Chen's protective body, and its coercion crushed the sky.

Ye Chen scolded coldly, and a sea of ​​thunder was cut out with one sword, drowning the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Race.

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race snorted coldly, resisted Lei Hai, but was paralyzed by the thunder and lightning.

At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly turned around, and the Chi Xiao in his hand melted into the Taixu Dragon Teng and turned into a life-killing weapon. He poked his finger on the chest of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race, pierced through his chest, and almost split him alive .

puff!

Blood spurted wildly, Ye Chen spattered blood, kicked back, almost fell down.

On the other hand, the pseudo-immortal of the spirit race didn't feel very good. After being pointed at by Ye Chen, his body was broken and his muscles and bones were exposed.

"Your Taoism is so strong that it can break through my shield." The pseudo-celestial being of the Spirit Race snorted coldly, his eyes were blood red, and he slapped it with a palm, carrying the immortal light of death.

puff!

puff! puff!

The two chased and fled like ghosts. Every time they intertwined, blood would be left behind. Ye Chen bled so frequently that he couldn't breathe. Live with that pressure.

As for his physical body, it is also gradually cracking. Even if it is supported by the eternal golden body, it cannot withstand the attack of false immortals.

At some point, the two of them stopped.

Looking away, a majestic and majestic palace has collapsed, and Ye Chen is standing tall in the dust, vomiting blood all the way, with many blood holes all over his body, which is terrifying.

On the contrary, the pseudo-immortal of the spirit race stood in the other side of the sky, pressing towards Ye Chen step by step, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his expression was ferocious and distorted, and his eyes were scarlet and terrifying.

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He is the pinnacle of the pseudo-immortal of the spirit clan, and Ye Chen is just a small one in the God Tribulation Realm. Although they are at the same level, the gap in real combat power far exceeds the realm of cultivation. It can be said that Ye Chen's record is enough to disdain the heavens. The God Tribulation slaughtered the peak of the pseudo-immortal level against the sky.

If it was a confrontation at the same level, Ye Chen would undoubtedly die.

It's a pity that he met a pseudo-immortal, and such a gap in realm cannot be made up.

"Die!" Following the shout of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race, he pointed at the divine light and shot it between Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, cast the word "Dun Jia Tian", protected Yuanshen with his body, and disappeared in an instant.

puff!

The finger of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race pierced his holy body, but failed to kill him.

Immediately, a blood-stained killing sword manifested, beheading his head from top to bottom.

Well!

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race groaned, ascending to the sky with one step, holding a magic ax in his hand, and wanted to cut off the severed head, but he was so badly injured that the movement was a little slow, and in just half a second, his head and head were separated. .

puff!

The primordial spirit of the pseudo-immortal of the Lingzu was also destroyed and split in half by a sword.

"No, no..." The pseudo-celestial being of the Spirit Race howled angrily, his eyes full of fear.

This is real despair, because the primordial spirit has been split into two, and he has lost his body, leaving only the primordial spirit, which is a mortal situation.

"The old man curses you, you will not end well." The pseudo-celestial beings of the spiritual race roared wildly, wanting to reshape the physical body, but it was not enough. Both the physical body and the primordial spirit were severely injured, and they could not be reunited in a short period of time.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, took a step across a thousand feet, and covered it with a palm.

"You." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race roared angrily, but before he finished speaking, he was slapped down with a slap, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a piece of his holy body exploded.

puff!

With one finger, Ye Chen pierced through the eyebrows of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race, split him alive, and his soul flew away. A generation of pseudo-immortal peak died tragically on the spot.