"He...is Ye Chen." After all, someone recognized him.

"Damn." As soon as these words came out, the sound of sighs and tongues came one after another. When I heard this name, many people's eyes lit up. They were well-known to Ye Chen's name, and they had also heard of Ye Chen's legend, a terrifying and despicable person.

evildoer.

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

"How could he... be here?"

"Is it the sacred land of the Spirit Clan that he can break through as long as he wants?"

Amid the discussion, Ye Chen had entered the spiritual realm, looking at the familiar scene, without any sympathy. Along the way, he had been used to slaughtering, and had long been accustomed to bloody scenes, and no longer needed sympathy.

Deep in the spiritual tribe, there is a mess, with ancient trees that can be seen everywhere. It was a prosperous spiritual tribe home, but because Ye Chen arrived, it has been razed to the ground.

"Damn it." Screams came one after another, and there were figures gathered in the deepest part. Everyone gritted their teeth, their faces were gloomy, and their old faces were ferocious and ferocious, and their eyes were filled with cold light.

Ye Chen strode into the holy land of the Spirit Clan, killing people whenever he sees them, without any mercy!

"Looking for death." Hundreds of strong men shouted in unison, each supporting the defense cover.

"Kill." Ye Chen took the lead, crossing the eight wildernesses, waved the war spear in his hand, and wiped out three or five people with one halberd. Anyone who touched the war spear would be destroyed in both form and spirit, whether it was the strong or the divine disaster, or even the peak of the strong.

, not enough, one blow can be enough in seconds.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood was dazzling and the blood was pouring on the scene, which was quite pleasing to the eye. Every time Ye Chen waved his sword, there must be blood flowers. At first glance, it really looked like a pig slaughter farm?

"That guy is so fierce." Too many viewers' hearts trembled. Ye Chen's power is terrifying, like a god of war, ignoring defense and fighting against the Ling people. No matter who, as long as he is swept by the war, he will definitely be bleeding.

, even the divine tribulation cannot be withstood.

It's not their fault that Ye Chen's killing was too bloody. He didn't know what kind of bloodline he had melted his demonic nature, and his whole body was raging. Whenever he saw blood, he was very excited. His bloodthirsty scarlet eyes bloomed with a faint light, as if

A demon swept all the way, bathed in blood all the way, and no grass grew wherever he passed.

"Damn it." The powerful spiritual racers were furious, but Ye Chen forced him to take care of him.

Ye Chen's strength caught them off guard.

After a brief moment of dazed, many powerful people took action together and used a joint force formation to surround Ye Chen in the center.

Zheng!

Ye Chen snorted coldly and did not dodge. He could not escape anyway, so he simply became hard and rushed straight with his war spear, allowing many powerful people to work together to activate the killing formation to attack.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of metal collision is crisp and cold, and his momentum is destroyed and destroyed.

kill!

The strong spiritual race yelled and the attack became even more fierce. However, Ye Chen was too strong. As soon as he met, they vomited blood. The formation that was ready to attack together was also defeated.

Ye Chen arrived, and ascended to the sky with one step, and pointed the divine light into the chest of a strong man.

Immediately, a spear appeared and inserted into the back of the powerful man.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood flowers splashed frequently, and his attack was extremely messy, like a dragon wandering in the spiritual holy land. Every stick was destroyed and the spiritual people fell down in groups, no matter men, women, young, old, high and low, it was not a single move

Enemy.

ah…….!

The tragic roar of the spirit clan resounded throughout the sky. The strong people of the spirit clan were all elites in the clan, but none of them could block Ye Chen's attack. The bloody corpses fell into the holy land of the spirit clan, and the corpse was everywhere.

All over the field, blood flowed into a river, blood and bones piled up layer after layer.

The Holy Lord of the Spirit Clan and the Crown Prince were all blocked in the deepest part of the holy land, and no one could escape. Although they were strong, they could not resist Ye Chen's attack. A strong man had been killed by Xu Tian, ​​and he did not even keep his soul.

Down.

Boom! Bang!

The war was fluctuating too violently, and the rumbling sound shook the world.

The formation of the Spiritual Holy Land was shattered by one after another, and the talents inside were also poured out like raindrops. There were always a few people in the shadows of the sky, smashed to pieces.

"Stop him, stop him."

The strong spiritual race shouted angrily and screamed at the sky. Ye Chen actually slaughtered a small team of them. Such shame must be repaid with blood. Their strong men suffered more than once and were almost buried more than once.

, if it weren't for the rich background, it would have been almost gone.

"You will all die."

Ye Chen laughed and the attack became even more intense. He covered one palm and the crushed spirit tribe could not raise his head. A strong man slapped into flesh paste with one palm; a strong man turned into ashes on the spot; a strong man was one of them

The stick was nailed to the ground and was unable to get up. Even the sea of ​​gods was instantly destroyed.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The world was shocked by his strength. In just a moment, the spiritual race lost hundreds of people.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the roar, giant mountains collapsed one after another.

That valley is the core of the spiritual ancestral land and the forbidden land of the spiritual ancestral land. A majestic hall, towering over the clouds, shining with ancient and mysterious runes, and wisps of fairy light hang down, covering its outside world,

Its blessing is the spiritual altar.

At this moment, the spiritual immortals sitting cross-legged on the altar were like an old monk sitting in meditation, so quiet that they were scary.

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

"Shut up." The immortals of the Spirit Clan said coldly, still immersed in the dark, without saying anything, and only narrowed their eyes and stared at a copper pillar. Their eyes were bright and dark, and they didn't know what they were looking at.

The copper pillar was engraved with dense patterns, outlining the visions: the pitch-black vortex devoured blood lights, and the blood light intertwined, outlining the figures.

Looking closely, he saw a young man wearing a yellow robe, with a purple gold bell hanging on his head. There was a trace of vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows, his eyes were empty, and he was in a daze and emotionless, like a walking corpse.

"Lingling Puppet?" Ye Chen was surprised.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed through the sky.

The speaker was the immortal of the Spirit Clan. He opened his eyes openly and stared at the spiritual puppet on the copper pillar, his eyes highlighted, full of confusion.

A pleading sound came from the copper pillar, with a crying voice. The voice was hoarse and silent, with gray hair, wrinkled skin, and a pair of empty eyes, without any brilliance.

He was the immortal among the Spirit Clan back then.

However, now it is just a puppet.

In the past, in front of the seal gate, he wanted to seize the fortune, but was backfired and became a spiritual puppet. If the spiritual people want to reshape their bodies, they also need to use the reincarnation stone.

The reincarnation stone is in the spiritual holy land, and in the spiritual altar, just waiting for the opportunity to come, and activate the reincarnation stone requires the blood of the spiritual supreme, and only the supreme is worthy of it.

One thing, he had already learned it.

"How. How could this be?" The Immortal of the Spirit Clan murmured to himself, his expression pale and bloodless. He looked at the puppet on the altar in disbelief. He was once so arrogant and domineering the world, but now he has become a mere one.

A body left, his memory was still stagnant that year, and his baby was just born.

"I'm not willing."

"I hate it!"
Chapter completed!