Release people!

The vast starry sky shouted like thunder.

There are more than a dozen saints of Daluo Sword Sect, hundreds of quasi-saints, and 500,000 cultivators. The figures are like a vast ocean, covering the starry sky with 100,000 miles. Each of them shines with divine light, which is even brighter than the stars. Their murderous aura is heavy and cold, and the starry sky is turbulent.

Compared to them, Ye Chen, who was surrounded in the center, was a little thin, just like a drop in the ocean.

This is a dead end. With his fairy eyes asserted, he has no chance of escaping. No matter how strong the ancient holy body is in combat, he cannot defeat such a lineup. He may be killed instantly at any time.

"Let me go." The 500,000 cultivators of Daluo Sword Sect all raised their swords and pointed at Ye Chen from afar. The sound of the sword sounded, and the murderous aura was spreading to the sky. They were pairs of vicious eyes, with ghost-like faces, and very ferocious.

"There is a kind of snatching it." Ye Chen smiled leisurely, and before he finished speaking, a dazzling rainbow rushed out from his heavenly spirit cover and rushed away at night, piercing into the vast starry sky, and the starry sky was trembling.

Immediately, thunder sounded in the vast starry sky.

Um?

The saint of Daluo Sword Sect frowned and subconsciously raised his head.

The Daluo Sword Sect's None Hundred Thousand Cultivator also frowned and raised his face.

The observer also frowned at it and looked up collectively.

But I saw a wisp of nebula intertwined in the sky, forming a chaotic sea of ​​clouds. The sea of ​​clouds seemed to have spirits, and waves rose without wind, terrifying waves, swallowing up the stars.

boom!

There was another thunder, and the starry sky trembled again. The chaotic sea of ​​clouds in the sky began to tear apart. A powerful force that made the starry sky tremble and trembled into the sky, and it was so breathless that it was too strong to breathe.

"Heavenly Tribulation." The saint of Daluo Sword Sect suddenly changed his expression.

"The Heavenly Tribulation of the Holy Body." Everyone was shocked and took a step back collectively. Nearly one million monks were in the starry sky of 100,000 feet. When they survived the heavenly tribulation, everyone would passively respond to the disaster. Everyone could imagine the scene of millions of monks experiencing the tribulation together, which should be ruining the world.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." The powerful Daluo Sword Sect hurriedly fled to all directions, running faster than a rabbit.

"Retreat?" Ye Chen sneered, shrank into an inch in one step, and rushed into the tide of the Daluo Sword Sect. At this moment, the heavenly tribulation was also thunder. People within a radius of 100,000 feet centered on him were all pulled passively to respond to the disaster, and pieces of figures turned into ashes.

"Bastard." The saint of Daluo Sword Sect was furious. Although he cursed, he fled one by one.

"Bastard." The 500,000 cultivators of Daluo Sword Sect also shouted angrily, but they were not idle at their feet and flew away one by one. Ye Chen was a star of the Death Gate, so it would be right to stay away from him.

Ye Chen's body was like a ghost, fully exerting his shameless spirit, and he would go wherever he had more people.

Thunder in the sky was like shadows. Wherever Ye Chen went, there would be many human figures turning into blood mist. Even the escaped soul could not escape the bad luck and was truly destroyed.

The starry sky was lively again, and it was a huge picture. The 500,000 cultivators from the Daluo Sword Sect were struck by thunder. Not only were the quasi-saints, but the saints were also struck by the sky.

The monks watching the battle pulled the corners of their mouths hard.

More than a dozen saints of Daluo Sword Sect, hundreds of quasi-saints, and 500,000 cultivators were actually chased by an imperial realm and ran around the starry sky. Such a picture was passed down to later generations, which should be a myth.

Someone counted it down and found that in just over a dozen breaths, there were no less than 100,000 cultivators of the Daluo Sword Sect who were struck by the thunder tribulation. This was not considered disabled, and it was even more tragic than the war.

As he watched, the spectator retreated, fearing that Ye Chen would suddenly run around for a walk. It was the holy body's heavenly disaster, and it was not a joke. If you accidentally do it, you would become a scumbag.

puff!

Ye Chen was injured and flew out by a thunder.

He stood up in a panic and didn't dare to stumble anymore. After all, this was his heavenly disaster and he couldn't be careless.

Under the gaze of everyone, this guy went to the sky and killed the Lingtian Thunder with one punch.

His actions angered the will of God. More thunder struck down from the sky. Each of them was extremely thick, and each of them also had the divine power to destroy the world, and wanted to crush it.

It was a gorgeous picture, with thunders intertwined, like the Milky Way pouring down, like the light and rain flying.

Seeing Ye Chen turning around to fight against the thunder tribulation, the powerful Daluo Sword Sect stopped.

At this moment, there were only less than 300,000 cultivators in the Daluo Sword Sect, and more than 100,000 cultivators died under the heavenly tribulation.

asshole!

The saints of Daluo Sword Sect gritted their teeth, and each had a ferocious face and were all embarrassed. Even if the saints transcend the world, they would not dare to provoke the heavenly tribulation easily, let alone the holy body heavenly tribulation.

war!

Ye Chen shouted tremble in the starry sky, like a god of war in the Eight Desolations, still moving up against the sky. Thunders were destroyed by his punches, and the holy body was tempered with thunder tribulation, and the chaotic path was tempered with divine punishment.

He hit the ground all the way from below, and no thunder could break it, as if the so-called will of heaven was a huge joke that would be destroyed by it.

The viewer's face changed again.

I have seen a strong person, but I have never seen such a strong person. That is a divine punishment! It is so vulnerable.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Jiuxiao Xingtian in horror. Ye Chen, covered with golden light, was more dazzling than the sun. He was like a god of war, covering the vast world of eight wildernesses.

boom!

Still attracted everyone's attention, Ye Chen hit the Piaomiao Star Sky and saw the chaotic clouds.

That is the will of God.

A hundred years ago in Dachu, when he advanced to the heavenly realm, he tore open the chaotic clouds and mist and broke the shackles of God.

break!

Ye Chen roared and punched Jiuxiao, bombarding the chaotic clouds representing the will of heaven and earth.

However, unlike a hundred years ago, the chaotic clouds and mist that were bombarded with him instantly healed. Billions of thunder gathered together, and a nine-colored lightning appeared, slashing Ye Chen to fall.

However, the heavenly tribulation did not stop because of his fall, and thunders still struck down like that.

The starry sky was stained with blood. The falling Ye Chen was slashed with blood bones flying everywhere. Every drop of holy blood was very dazzling. He was like a war god of doomsday, and his entire body of fairy light was annihilated.

Above the nine heavens, thunder was even better, one after another, intertwined into a sea of ​​thunder, falling into the sky, covering a starry sky of 100,000 feet. Ye Chen, who had just stabilized his body, was swallowed up on the spot.

open!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, punched away, and rushed out.

The dragon roared, and in the sea of ​​thunder, nine giant dragons appeared, rolling up domineering thunder and pounced on Ye Chen, spitting lightning, and heading towards Ye Chen's soul, trying to kill Ye Chen's true body.

Ye Chen was extremely powerful, and the sea of ​​thunder was trembling with one step. His golden hand covered with seal script. He wiped out five thunder dragons with one palm, and then he drew his sword and slashed out a Milky Way. The remaining four dragons were also destroyed. The domineering power of the holy body once again shocked the power of the four directions.

Ye Chen also looked up and looked at the woman in white. Outsiders could not see her appearance, but he could see that it was a peerless face, which was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's holy body trembled, and his expression became dazed. He stared at the peerless face in a daze, just like the first time he saw that face a hundred years ago, which was intoxicating.

Zixuan!
Chapter completed!