This is an extremely tragic scene: the monks of the Spirit Clan fell in batches, one after another, with blood and bones dripping, and sorrow all over the field.

"Ant, you deserve to die." A roar was heard, and the powerful spiritual races who came around from all directions all took out their killing weapons, their eyes were scarlet like demons.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

With the bang, there was no lightning and thunder, and black lights shot from the east and west, a thick thunder pillar and a gorgeous lotus, shot from the north, carrying the power of nirvana,

Have the will to destroy.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ye Chen was fast, three thunder pillars and three lotus flowers were also extremely mysterious, and he instantly came to his body and rushed towards Ye Chen.

At the critical moment, Ye Chen raised his foot and stepped on Xu Tian.

Immediately, a vortex appeared, swallowing the thunder pillar, swallowing the lotus, and also encapsulating the three divine tribulation realms.

Immediately, the vortex dissipated, and the three divine tribulation realms that swallowed the Thunder Pillar also disappeared. I don’t know if it was annihilated into dust, or entered Ye Chen’s small world and became nourishment.

Ye Chen's face turned pale, his body shook, and he staggered, almost falling into Xutian.

"Stop him." A group of powerful men roared and rushed in, all of which were divine tribulations, and they were elders of the spiritual clan. They attacked and killed all the way, with a surging momentum, and the void collapsed.

"Looking for death." Ye Chen shouted violently, and walked against the will of heaven, swept across the Eight Desolations with one stick, heading straight for the group of strong spiritual races, ignoring the attack, and heading towards the first purple-clothed old man. He could see that the white-haired old man,

It is the senior management of the Spirit Clan. If he is destroyed, the Spirit Clan will be defeated. When the Spirit Clan Emperor returns, he will be able to take it down in one go.

However, he finally underestimated the power of the spirit clan. Even though he was beaten and vomited blood, he blocked Ye Chen's stick. The whisk in his hand swept away a fairy light, which was so devastated that it broke the golden iron stick.

.

Zheng!

Ye Chenhuo's stick was replaced with the Chaos Cauldron, blocking the immortal light, while his original deity pointed out a cold light, piercing through the white-haired old man's chest.

"Suppress me." The strong men of the Spirit Clan shouted together, gathered into a huge array map, covering Ye Chen, and wanted to suppress him to avoid causing chaos again. So many powerful men in the Divine Tribulation Realm attacked and killed each other.

, The massacre has not been completed yet?

"Where to run?" The old man with white hair grinned and pressed his palm, blocking Ye Chen's limbs and bones.

puff!

A blood light suddenly appeared, and Ye Chen was pressed down by a palm, and the power of his palm almost crushed his spine.

"Kneel down for me." The old man with white hair smiled grimly and grabbed it with one hand. There were runes in his palm, outlining seal characters, specializing in treating all kinds of disobedience.

"Kneel down on your grandma." Ye Chen shouted violently, shattering the formation platform, then swept the white-haired old man with a stick, snatched the whisk in his hand, wiped out his true body with a whip, and climbed into the sky with one step.

, hit the depths of the spiritual race with one stick.

Wow! Puff!

But when the blood was gushing, the spirit monks who were hunted were destroyed one by one, just because a war spear swept over and a spear picked one by one.

"A evil beast, die!" The sage master of the Spirit Clan came to his death, and a divine pattern appeared on his eyebrows, evolved many mysterious magical powers, integrated into murderous intent, and was powerful. A large seal in the air pressed down, and the emptiness collapsed in an instant, and its power was powerful.

Extremely devastating.

Ye Chen was indifferent, waved his spear, poked it up the next day, piercing the seal. It was not that the spear was sharp, but that he was too strong. He broke the seal with one spear and attacked the Holy Lord of the Spirit Clan directly.

ah.!

The sage lord of the Spirit Clan roared and sacrificed a piece of jade. The mystery of the branding inside was a defensive restriction that could bless him to block the power of Ye Chen's spear.

However, what shocked him was that his jade defense restrictions could not withstand Ye Chen's attack on the spear.

puff!

He was bleeding on the spot and was torn to pieces by Ye Chensheng.

Seeing this, other strong people from the Spirit Clan looked at Ye Chen in shock. What's going on with this guy? He was obviously just a human race before, but why did he suddenly become so strong?

Ye Chen said nothing, continued to escape and headed straight to the Imperial City of the Spirit Clan.

Behind him, the strong spiritual race pursued him relentlessly, like a sea of ​​tides, flooding the entire Xutian. He wanted to stop more than once, but he was tied up by the Divine Tribulation Realm and could not get out of the trap.

"Kill, kill Ye Chen." A group of strong men roared and rushed towards the spiritual city from the distant sky.

"Stop." A cold order came from the Imperial City of the Spirit Clan.

Soon, a light curtain appeared, blocking the powerful. After careful look, I realized that it was a barrier, covered with ancient seal script, with inexplicable overflowing, covering the divine light, covering the sky and

The earth, no matter how fierce the outside world attacks, cannot break through it.

Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, killing swords rushed out of the barrier, inserted into the void one by one.

Each flying sword is engraved with ancient secret patterns, intertwined, forming a sword net, covering the sky and overwhelmingly pressing towards the powerful spiritual clan. The sword net is too heavy, crushing the illusion, crushing the universe, and slashing it.

The spiritual tribes were groaning, and the gods were nailed to nothingness, and they didn't even have the chance to escape, so they were killed into ashes.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Blood bloomed like rain, and the strong spiritual races were buried in pieces. Countless were killed by sword nets. In just a moment, nearly ten thousand spiritual monks died in the sword rain all over the sky, with corpses piled up

The mountains collapse in groups.

"You should die." Ye Chen roared, holding the battle flag in his hand, and the wind blew the clouds all the way.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

With blood blooming, he was like a great war god, fighting a bloody path, and no one could stop him from his sharpness. No matter how high the divine tribulation or half a step into the divine tribulation, once he was contaminated with his body, he would be as fragile as paper.

One after another, the bombing was destroyed.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The battle suddenly began. Ye Chen fought alone against the six spiritual tribes, attacking and killing all the way, and bleeding all the way. Every time he encountered an attack, he would resist the situation with domineering force, and scars appeared in strands.

It can be seen that his body is full of holes, his muscles and bones are exposed, and blood is flowing.

"Suppress me." The old man with white hair came to his death and slapped his palm. The shadow of his palm was huge, like a dark curtain covering the sky, and Ye Chen was caught in the evening.

However, Ye Chen was still tall and still, just like a rock standing in a storm, standing still. His arm trembled slightly, shook the whisk, and then, with brute force, overturned the white-haired old man.

ah.!

The old man with white hair roared, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were covered with ferocious eyes. He was a god-like tribulation and could not defeat a human race. Moreover, he was a human race who had just been promoted. Is this nonsense?

While speaking, more powerful spiritual races came and surrounded Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing, holding the iron rod in his hand, swung it open, attacking indiscriminately. Although he did not use the secret technique, he was still unparalleled. He swung a stick and exploded a spiritual tribulation, knocking over a spiritual tribe all the way.

Whenever you go, a palace collapses.

On this side, the white-haired old man howled angrily, and the whisk in his hand bloomed with brilliant divine beauty, transformed into the Fairy River waterfall, sweeping across the sky, like a silver mountain falling from the sky, trying to destroy Ye Chen.

"Get out." Ye Chenhuo's immobilization penetrated Xu Tian with a spear.
Chapter completed!