"Swish!"

As Harris, the Indian Saint, waved the golden branch in his hand, the golden branch suddenly surged.

Under everyone's gaze, seven small branches grew out of thin air, all of which were blood-red, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from it.

"What a strong blood-light aura, he is worthy of being the spiritual treasure of the most powerful Indian kingdom - Lord Gerald Beast Emperor!"

"It is said that in order to refine this treasure, Lord Gerald has forced hundreds of thousands of refugees one after another. This golden sacred tree absorbed hundreds of thousands of qi and blood..."

At that moment, Western powerhouses changed their faces.

However, many Chinese strong men were staring at the imperial sacred tree with a serious expression.

The Beast King’s Spirit Treasure!

Can Ye Nankuang resist it?

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Immediately afterwards, seven small branches on the Imperial Realm Sacred Tree moved in the wind and then flew out one after another, like the hideous giant tongues of ancient ferocious beasts.

As the golden sacred tree soared, Harris, the body of the Indian saint, shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was obviously sacrificed all the blood and blood of the body.

"Ye Nankuang, go and die!"

"Hahaha!"

Harris, who was as shriveled as a mummy, burst into laughter.

As his words fell.

The seven branches, like hideous giant tongues, were wrapped in evil spirits and rushed straight to Ye Chen, with such a huge momentum that it almost covered the entire world.

"This is my ability? I want to kill me too?!!"

Ye Chen put one hand behind him and poked out from his chest with one hand, his movements seemed extremely ordinary.

However, in everyone's eyes, it was like a giant claw of a blue dragon sweeping across the domain, running through the sky.

"Boom..."

The giant claw of the Azure Dragon directly wrapped the golden sacred tree that covered the sky. The vital energy storm that could be seen in the naked eye swept away all around, accompanied by a large amount of blood and energy.

The power is stunning!

Harris, the Indian saint, vomited blood and retreated repeatedly, his face filled with extreme horror: "How is this possible? How is this possible!!!"

That is his master, the only spiritual treasure given by the Beast Emperor in the Yin Kingdom. Even the Beast Emperor in the West or the Saint in the East cannot be destroyed, right?

However, Ye Chen was forced to make a fuss?

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and then he suddenly looked at Ye Chen: "You...you are a saint..."

"die!"

Before he could finish his words, Ye Chen stepped forward and endless divine power burst out under his feet.

"Bang!"

Ye Chen had endless murderous intent in his eyes, his eyes were intimidating, his black hair flew, and with one kick, he directly stomped the former's body and his soul turned to ashes.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the sky and the earth!

At this moment, both the strong people in the East and the strong people in the West all changed their colors and felt shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the strong Westerners, they are almost desperate!

Although Harris, the Saint of Indian Kingdom, is only quasi-holy warfare, his strength is enough to reach the top 20 in the world. He has the help of the Beast King. I am afraid that the Beast King will take action personally, so he cannot kill him so quickly!

However, now he was killed by Ye Chen!

"saint!!!"

"He is a saint!!!"

Some of the most powerful people in the secret realm who still survived roared and their faces were filled with disbelief.

This statement comes out!

The whole audience was silent!

saint!

This combat power represents the Beast King level in the West. Looking around the world, it is just a single index!

Some people don't want to believe it!

But the facts are right in front of you!

It took only half an hour since the war broke out between the East and the West, but there were too many strong people who died at Ye Chen’s hands!

Harris, the Saint of Indian Kingdom!

Japanese Onmyoji Tianyin Evil Master!

The second prince of the British blood clan!

Christian, the high priest of the Totem City!

...

The total number is more than twenty, and they are all the strongest people in major secret realms and holy places!

"die!"

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Old Ancestor Huangquan killed a beast king on Mount Olympus with one sword!

Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya and others killed many people one after another, causing the balance of this battle to eventually tilt towards China.

The divine envoy of Mount Olympus had already fought with the Kunlun Ruins saint Zi Qingcang to the nine heavens. Both sides were injured, as if they were fighting desperately.

"My Western trend is over. What should I do now? Why don't I run away?"

"No, if we flee directly, the strong Chinese will definitely pursue the victory and we will die faster!"

"How could Ye Nankuang be so powerful? If I had known this would be like this, even if I was killed, I would not have participated in the Eastern Expedition Army..."

For a moment, discussions sounded one after another among the Western army, and many people were panicked and even regretted not falling.

After all, Ye Chen has no grudges or grudges with some of their secret realms and holy places.

The reason why they participated was purely because they thought that Ye Nankuang would definitely lose so many secret realms and holy places in the West, so they joined in, just to take advantage of the situation and get a share of the pie.

However, who would have thought that after the war really started, there would be such an unacceptable ending for them.

"Now we can only see whether Hermes, the god envoy of Mount Olympus, can restore the decline!"

"The Lord God was dragged by the saints of the East, and I'm afraid he would not be able to care about us unless we have a hidden backhand!"

Countless Western powerhouses were secretly frightened.

It seems to be to verify his guess.

At this moment, a young man in a suit stepped out and looked at Ye Chen and sneered: "Ye Nankuang, don't be too proud too early. Before coming, my blood clan had already left a backup plan!"

"My Holy See also has a backup plan!" The only archbishop in the Vatican camp also sneered.

Before everyone could react, the young man in suit suddenly bit his tongue and quickly drew a strange blood-colored rune in the air.

"Dear Prince Nicholas First Prince, your most loyal child, Gaia, is offering blood as a sacrifice to you!"

The young man in the suit kneeled on the ground, extremely pious.

As his words fell, extremely fierce noises suddenly came from the originally turbulent Western camp.

Prince Nicholas!

The number one prince of the British blood clan, no one knows how many years he has lived, and no one has seen his face!

The only thing I know is that anyone who has seen him is dead, and it is said that the blood clan demon banquet party is its descendant!

This person can be called the father of the blood clan!

"He actually wants to summon the First Prince of Nicholas. In this way, Ye Nankuang will definitely die!"

Many Western powerhouses were secretly happy, and their eyes were fixed on the space beside them, making vaguely preparations for greeting.

However, as time passed, there was no movement between heaven and earth.

In the end, even the face of the young man of the blood tribe changed. He kowtowed again: "Dear Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child, Gaia, takes blood as a sacrifice, and is waiting for your arrival!"

"Is this waste you are going to summon?"
Chapter completed!