Chapter 1751 Fight against the Spirit-Devouring Clan!

Author: Qing Muhan

Bang! Boom! Bang!

With a bang and a crack, Ye Chen was drowned.

Wow! Ye Chen blew the blood. Even if his body was strong enough, he was severely injured. The seven emperors were at the peak of the peak of the attack, and the attack was too fierce. Even if his defense was not enough, he could not withstand it.

Although he withstood the joint attack of the peak of the seven emperor realm, he still couldn't stop the erosion of the secret techniques of the spirit-devouring clan. The blood fusion of the seven spirit-devouring clans was extremely powerful, and it was a secret method that specialized in the defense of monks. His Chaos Cauldron and Chaos Fire and others almost collapsed on the spot.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and wanted to escape, but there was a dark halo in all directions, imprisoning the illusion and leaving him with no way out.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, one after another of pressure was crushed from all sides.

It was the momentum of the seven Spirit-Devouring Clans, as heavy as a mountain, crushing the void collapsed inch by inch, making Ye Chen panting hard. His bones were clattering, blood dripping, and the holy body was stained, and his eyes, which were already covered with blood, became even more blurred.

He knew that it was blood suppression, and the bloodline of the Spirit-Devouring Clan was two levels higher than him, and his bloodline was incompatible, just like a king against the lowly civilians.

Puff! Puff!

His blood spray became more and more violent, his body shaking, and he retreated again and again.

"You can't stand the secret technique of our clan."

The seven spirit-eating tribes moved together and rushed towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's expression changed and wanted to use flowers to move and connect trees to avoid attacks and killing.

However, the mysterious secret technique of the Spirit-Devouring Clan sealed all his exquisite magical powers, including the teleportation secret technique he controlled, were invalid.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ye Chen's holy body was penetrated by seven black swords.

Hmm...!

He groaned, his lips were as bright as fire, and every drop of blood was soaked in his spirit. He was sucked out by the secret method of the Spirit-Devouring Clan, and even his origin was affected and passed in strands.

He really underestimated the horror of the Spirit-Devouring Clan. Only one adult Spirit-Devouring Clan was so difficult to deal with. The seven people gathered together, and he was even more powerless.

"Die!"

Accompanied by the grim smile of the seven spirit-devouring clans, seven black flying swords bloomed with black lightning, melting the thunder and lightning of silence, and the power destroyed Ye Chen and nailed Ye Chen to the ground. The seven spirit-devouring clans moved together and destroyed Ye Chen's soul.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

What followed was blood mist.

Ye Chen was in the void and was nailed to the rock wall. Blood was flowing. Seven flying swords were suspended in front of him, buzzing endlessly. Seven sword lights of destruction were shot out, melting the thunder of destruction, carrying the power of destruction, and exploding him, leaving only a crystal clear soul hanging in the sky.

"Die, you have to die." The seven spirit-eating tribes came to kill, spitting out black liquid, which was contaminated with Ye Chen's soul. It was extremely corrosive. It was a unique poison of the spirit-eating tribe and could annihilate vitality.

"Wait, no one can survive." Ye Chen whispered, raised his arm with difficulty, pointed it out, and poked the eyes of a spirit-devouring clan. Then, the six-fingered magical power destroyed a spirit-devouring clan.

Immediately, the Nine-Finger Magical Power, and a Spirit-Devouring Clan exploded on the spot.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

What followed was the great powers of a sect, all of which were the unique skills of the ancient sage body. One after another, and anyone who was killed was unable to survive.

Ye Chen's cruelty made the Spirit-Devouring Clan roar so angry that it roared. The dignified Spirit-Devouring Clan was defeated by a small quasi-saint.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roar of the Spirit-Devouring Clan caused many strange phenomena, like a cloud covering the sky, a sea of ​​blood. The vast cage covered the sky and the earth was filled with dusk. Inside, there were lightning and thunder, and there were intertwined visions of destruction. A huge magic array was running slowly, and there were rune chains inside it, which were seals, locking Ye Chen's soul.

puff!

Ye Chen coughed up blood again, and was bent his back. It was difficult to stand firmly even if he stood firm. One Spirit-Devouring Clan was so terrible. What if there were ten or hundreds of them? His ending was destined to be miserable, and he would become a delicious food in the spirit-Devouring Clan's belly and be squeezed out of the essence.

"Die, die for me." The attack of the Spirit-Devouring Clan came again, and hundreds of thousands of thunders were all melted with a halo of silence. Once it hit, Ye Chen would be wiped out.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ye Chen's scars instantly added a lot of holes, and even the holy body could not remain the same. Pieces of blood fell to Xutian, and every inch of the holy body was stained with blood.

ah……!

He looked up at the sky, and his roar resounded throughout the sky.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he is to fight, he still cannot escape the disaster. Because the seven spirit-devouring tribes, this world is filled with spirit-devouring power, and the best nemesis of the spirit-devouring power is the blood of the ancient holy body.

Although he was not afraid of the Spirit-Devouring Clan, he was still caught off guard against this strange and evil power. Even with the protection of the Holy Body, he could not resist. He should have underestimated the terrifyingness of the Spirit-Devouring Clan.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

His roar was not in vain. The attack of the Spirit-Eating Clan was still coming. He staggered and almost fell to Xutian.

His state of mind was sad. Once upon a time, he was in his prime and looked down on the world. However, he was cursed by reincarnation and became a useless person. Even now, he has not yet been revenge and is buried here. In this life, he is destined to be alone, even if he kills eight wildernesses and fights all over the vast lands, he is still alone.

Perhaps, his destiny is an eternal regret.

"You will regret it." The Spirit-Devouring Clan shouted coldly and pressed it with a palm. The slap of Ye Chen's holy body burst, and the blood of the holy body bloomed brightly, which was very dazzling and full of pain.

"Die!" The other spirit-devouring races were ferocious, and waved their hands to produce a magical power, blended into the spirit-devouring aura, transformed into a spear, piercing through Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen had tears in his eyes, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and a dazed expression. He wanted to refute, but his body was weak. Even if the emperor's path was misty, it could not stop the magical power. That spear had penetrated his soul, and a bone-cold power of death spread along his soul body.

"No one can take my life away." Ye Chen closed his eyes wide open, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

However, at this moment, something in his body trembled for a moment. It was the Jade Butterfly of Creation. It was transforming and sublimating again and again. Its Nirvana, with supreme magic power, nourished Ye Chen's incomplete soul body, wiped out a force of death, and saved Ye Chen, who was dying.

Ye Chen woke up and felt that there was a mysterious power in his body. The power was very gentle, but extremely domineering. It could help him repair the damaged holy body and restore the scars of his soul body.

At this moment, the mystery of fortune appeared.

This is the terrifying artifact of creation. It can not only reverse the Yin and Yang universe, but also contain the power of creation. It can be said to be a healing weapon. As long as it does not fall into ashes on the ground, it can basically be saved. Even the broken corpse can be revived.

Ye Chen's mood was surging, and his dim eyes suddenly became bright. He had two clones left. He just had to summon the clones to get rid of the seal and escape from the heavens.

"You all have to pay the price." His hissing sound shook the world, urging the power of creation to help him repair the holy body, while condensing the Dharma body.

Buzz!

The power of creation poured into the holy body. His broken holy body reshaped the golden body at a speed visible to the naked eye. A layer of golden armor covered his feet, covering his whole body. Each piece of armor had a dragon pattern mark, and each armor was surrounded by ancient seal characters.
Chapter completed!