Ye Chen's eyes suddenly emitted a divine light, and he looked ahead and roared: "A mere pseudo-immortal, I dare to mess with my Taoist heart!"

His eyes became clearer and clearer. In his dark eyes, there were chaotic thunder and lightning tearing, power blessing in the dark, and the power of reincarnation dancing together. Widths of darkness surged out from all limbs and bones.

In an instant, he recovered his peak combat power.

At this moment, he was in a desperate battle and was about to break into the sky.

His aura was ascending as he ascended, and strands of golden fairy light were entangled. Each strand was as heavy as a mountain, as diamond iron stone, and extremely tough. No matter how hard your iron walls were, it would be difficult to stop my sharpness. He was Ling Tian, ​​and he pierced through the pseudo-immortal puppet of the Spirit Clan with one sword, slashing a sword mark between his eyebrows.

ah…..!

The roar of the fake immortal of the Spirit Clan carries anger. He is a fake immortal level and is actually injured by a god robbery. Even more ancient holy body, his majesty has never been disobedient. His anger swept across the sky.

Ye Chen did not say a word, shrank the ground and reached the sky in one step, almost facing the face of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan. Another sword pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the rock.

"Wait, damn it." The fake immortal was hideous, with his hair disheveled, his eyes covered with blood, and he seemed to be crazy. At the peak of the fake immortal, he was severely injured by a divine tribulation. This shame made him unbearable. His eyes burned with flames, trying to use the most ferocious divine punishment to kill the ancient holy body.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Ye Chen's trump card, which was a forbidden technique, a sect's killing formation. Once it was sacrificed, it would definitely destroy the world. Even if he was at the peak of the fake immortal level, he would be destroyed.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The howling of the pseudo-immortals in the spiritual race was shrill under the night sky.

"Fake immortal, die!" Ye Xuan shouted, swung the hammer, attacking the spiritual clan pseudo immortal again and again. His speed was more than twice as fast as Ye Chen. Moreover, the secret technique he used was quite targeted, specifically restraining the spiritual clan pseudo immortal, and was an imperial weapon-level battle halberd.

"Ant, seeking death." The fake immortal of the spirit clan roared angrily, waved the giant axe to lift the sky, and slashed out a star field with one axe, shaking Ye Xuan out.

Then, he brushed his hand and cast a battle spear, cut off Ye Chen's neck, and cut off Ye Chen's head.

Although Ye Chen's head fell, blood splattered in the eight wildernesses. A puppet of a pseudo-immortal level could actually kill the head of a god-level catastrophe, which really amazed the world.

"Kill me, kill me." The fake immortal of the spiritual clan shouted angrily and pressed his palm on Ye Chen's corpse.

However, Ye Chen's soul had already escaped into the cycle of reincarnation. He avoided this killing palm, and then stepped on Piaomiao and killed in front of the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan.

His speed was faster and more bizarre, and he destroyed his sword and pierced the spine of the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan.

Wow! The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan squirted blood, staggered, and fell to the clouds. Before he could gain a firm foothold, he saw Ye Chen rushing over. He raised the cauldron again, and the cauldron collapsed the empty space.

boom!

The big cauldron fell and buried the fake immortals of the spirit clan. He was a cultivator at the level of the divine tribulation, but when it comes to combat power, he was comparable to the fake immortals.

During this big collision, the entire spiritual tribe holy land swayed a few times.

When the smoke dissipated, what was exposed was already a mess. Even the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan were smashed into the ground. His origin collapsed, the holy body was stained with blood and flowing with blood. A broken holy body was already devastated.

"You will definitely be defeated." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan snorted coldly, rushed out from the ground with a sudden loss, holding the demon axe in his hand, and slashed out a gully with one knife.

Zheng!

Ye Chen formed a seal with one hand, used a star-turning movement, and moved hundreds of feet away, and avoided a fatal blow in a dangerous manner.

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan appeared again, and it was already behind Ye Chen. Lingxiao's iron rod was raised, destroying Ye Chen's protection of the holy body, and its power crushed the sky.

Ye Chen scolded coldly and slashed out a sea of ​​thunder with one sword, flooding the fake immortals of the spiritual clan.

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan snorted coldly and resisted the sea of ​​thunder, but was paralyzed by the thunder and lightning.

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

puff!

Blood shot wildly, Ye Chen blew and retreated, almost falling down.

On the other hand, the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan were not very uncomfortable. After Ye Chen's finger, his body was broken and his muscles and bones were exposed.

"Your method is very powerful, and you can break my shield." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan snorted coldly, his eyes red, and he slapped his palm, carrying the immortal light of silence.

puff!

Puff! Puff!

The two chased and fled like ghosts. Every time they intertwined, blood would be left behind. Ye Chen was constantly bleeding and was so overwhelmed. Even with the Emperor Dao Fuxi's Ninety-Nine Eighty-One Gua of Protecting the Body, he could not withstand that kind of pressure.

As for his physical body, it is gradually cracking. Even with the eternal golden body, it cannot withstand the attack of the pseudo-immortals.

I don't know when they saw the two stop.

Looking away, a majestic palace had collapsed. In the dust rolled, Ye Chen stood tall, vomiting blood all the way, and there were many blood holes all over his body, which was terrifying.

On the contrary, the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan stood on the other side of Xutian, pressing towards Ye Chen step by step, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his expression was ferocious and distorted, and his eyes were scarlet and terrifying.

Did he lose this battle? Not exactly.

He is the peak of the pseudo-immortals in the spiritual clan. Ye Chen is only a small divine tribulation realm. Although he is at the same level, his real combat power gap is far beyond his cultivation level. It can be said that Ye Chen's record is enough to be arrogant in the heavens. A divine tribulation defies the heavens and kills the peak of the pseudo-immortal level.

If it were a showdown at the same level, Ye Chen would undoubtedly die.

Unfortunately, he encountered a pseudo-immortal, and this gap in realm could not be made up.

"Die!" As the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan shouted, he pointed his divine light and shot towards Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and used the word Dunjia Tian to protect his soul with his body, and disappeared in an instant.

puff!

The finger of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan exposes his holy body, but fails to kill him.

Immediately, a blood-stained killing sword appeared and cut his head from top to bottom.

Hmm!

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan groaned and climbed to the sky in one step, holding a magic axe in his hand, trying to cut off the cut head. However, he was injured too much that he moved a little slowly. In just half a minute, his head and head separated up and down.

puff!

The soul of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan was also destroyed and was chopped in half by a sword.

"No, no..." The pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan howled angrily, full of fear.

This is true despair, because the soul has been split into two pieces, and he has lost his body and only the soul is left. This is a situation of death.

"I curse you and will not have a good end." The pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan roared wildly, trying to reshape their physical bodies, but they were not enough. The physical bodies and souls were both severely damaged and could not be aggregated in a short period of time.

Ye Chen said nothing, crossed a thousand feet in one step, and covered it with one palm.

"You." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan roared, but before he could finish his words, he was pressed down with a slap, and a mouthful of blood blew out, and a piece of the holy body exploded.

puff!
Chapter completed!