"Impossible, this is impossible." Looking at the familiar and hateful face, Ye Chen stepped back.

He couldn't believe that Fengxian, who was killed by him a hundred years ago, was still alive and was smiling fiercely.

"It took me a hundred years to complete the phoenix nirvana. Thank you for giving me the fate of despairing the heavens." Fengxian stopped and looked at Ye Chen with a smile.

"Phoenix Nirvana." Ye Chen's old hand clenched, and blood flowed out between his fists and fingers.

Phoenix Nirvana, the supreme immortal method of the Phoenix clan.

He never thought, nor did he think that Fengxian took that step a hundred years ago between life and death.

Nowadays, her Taoist principles, bloodlines, origins and divine sects have all transformed, much better than in the past.

Her horror and power are shocking and shocking. Even if Bei Sheng is here, she may not be her opponent.

"I'm still happy when I see you, but I miss you very much?" Fengxian smiled faintly and sat comfortably on the throne, with her phoenix eyes looking down at Ye Chen.

Her smile was a touch of hideousness and gloomyness, which made people scary and heart-shaking.

Ye Chen was staggering, perhaps because his mood was too fluctuating, and the dead energy that was lingering all over his body was also strong.

Fengxian is still alive, unexpectedly, making people rub their hands hard, and his calm heart is also filled with turmoil.

This means that he has not collected his debts a hundred years ago.

Until today, he truly understood that she was a person who was in charge of the fortune of heaven and earth. There was always someone to save him in critical moments, and even if he died, he could still be reborn.

"Are you helpless?" Fengxian held her chin with one hand, laughing and betrayed her evil face.

Ye Chen said nothing, his expression was pale and bloodless.

He was indeed helpless, unprecedented.

At this moment, even if he is let go, how can he fight through the Phoenix Immortal after Nirvana?

"Don't worry, there is something that makes you more helpless." Fengxian glanced at the immortal king crane on the nailed mountain.

"Bitch, I have a one-on-one fight." Xian Wang He cursed.

"Oh, why are you so stern? " Fengxian smiled enchantingly, "I scared her."

"Bah! I'm so disgusting to see you."

"Brother Jinwu, he scolds me, you have to be the master of my slave family!" Fengxian turned his head and looked at the second prince of the Jinwu clan with a grievance, smiling with a charming smile.

"Don't worry, sister Xian'er, I will definitely let you have fun." The second prince of Jinwu smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, a pair of golden eyes, bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

As he said that, he bent his bow and arrow, aimed at the Immortal King Crane, and one arrow penetrated the sky like a faint light.

"Interesting." The other princes and the sons of the great sects all laughed, and they followed suit, pulling their bows and taking arrows.

The picture was bloody, and the killing arrows were like faint lights, shooting on the body of the immortal king crane.

"Ye Chen, do you feel heartbroken?" Fengxian's phoenix eyes flashed, as if he could see Ye Chen struggling wildly through the mountain. The scene made her go crazy excitedly, "You need to know that his death is all because of you."

"Old Qi, don't listen to her nonsense. Brother, I will still be a good man in 18 years." The immortal king He roared, his whole body was filled with killing arrows, and his body was covered with blood. He was also a man with iron bones.

"So kind." The second prince of Jinwu and others sneered, pulled the bow and arrow again, and shot out the divine light.

ah......!

Ye Chen roared angrily, his turbid eyes, blood-red and dripping blood, struggling wildly, and the iron chains he struggled, but he was unable to leave the altar.

"What... what's wrong? This is it." Perhaps it was too much of a stir, which caused many monks to be stunned when they saw it.

"Oh my God! Is that Fengxian? Why are you still alive?"

"This is impossible! A hundred years ago, I saw her scattered with my own eyes." Suddenly, shocked.

"It should be the Nirvana of the Phoenix Clan." An older monk's eyes were deep, as if he had seen the clues.

"The one who was nailed should be the immortal king He of the Southern Region, and Ye Chen's brother, it's really miserable."

"These beasts are still real ghosts! The holy bodies have been suppressed, and they still won't let him go."

"Watching my brothers to death by an arrow with one arrow, the holy body was not sure how heartache should be." Too many people sighed, for the Immortal King and sorrow, and for Ye Chen.

Amid the discussion, the laughter of the immortal king He was annihilated.

Looking away, the Wuzhi Mountain was stained with his blood. Just looking at it was shocking.

The immortal king He died, his hard head finally hangs down. Before he died, he smiled at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body became stiff and he stared at the bloody immortal king He in a daze, his eyes full of blood and tears.

Outside the mountain, laughing unscrupulously, perverted and rampant.

"Everyone who is related to him, no matter the monk or ordinary person, will die." Fengxian left, but the faint laughter resounded throughout the sky, with coldness and supreme majesty.

"This will be a very interesting hunt." Many princes and sons of the great sect also turned around, each of them like demons, smiling terrifyingly.

"What's more, what's the past!" The monks on all sides sighed, "I don't know how many people were slaughtered."

"Ye Chen was suppressed this time and it will be difficult to get his blood debt."

"The immortal king He died so badly. Let's help him collect the corpse!" A kind-hearted monk said in a low voice.

"Take him down and you will be nailed to the next moment." The monks around all glanced at the man.

"Let's go." The older monks turned around first, and the spectators sighed and scattered.

Before leaving, I still couldn't forget to look at the bloody immortal king He. Although I couldn't bear it, I didn't dare to interfere. Those people really couldn't afford to offend them.

Night fell quietly, covered in blood.

At the bottom of the Wuzhi Mountain, Ye Chen sat quietly, like a stone statue, motionless, surrounded by a strong dead aura.

He didn't roar anymore, he was so quiet that he was scary, his dim eyes, filled with turbid tears, blurring his vision.

The Immortal King He was also nailed to the mountain, his whole body was covered with sword rain, and there were wisps of blood flowing out of his body.

Due to his death, many people ran to Wuzhishan again, looking from afar, not daring to get close, just sighing inwardly.

Late at night, six figures came together, and it was the son of Yuhua, the son of Cangling and the son of Taiqing.

They all held a cold iron chain in their hands. On the other side of the chain, there was a person with disheveled hair, like a death row prisoner, with disheveled hair covered in blood.

"Ye Chen, look, are there people from your family?" The six people stopped, laughed quietly, and threw the person locked in the chains into front of the mountain.

Ye Chen raised his eyes and saw those people locked by iron chains through the mountains, all of which were extremely miserable.

He doesn't know those people, he has no connection with them.

"Why catch us?" The people locked in iron chains were roaring, with tears in their mouths and sorrow.

"No," the son of the God of Heaven shrugged casually, "It's just a strange thing, you all call Ye Chen."

"Ah..." The captured person roared and roared again, full of grief and anger. This is the world where the strong are respected. As the weak, they all deserve to be bullied.

"Noisy." The son of Cangling God snorted coldly and waved his sword immediately. The person who was caught turned into a blood mist on the spot.

"Oh, it's been here early!" Someone came again, who was the Son of the Sun and Moon God. There were many people who caught them, but they were all monks and women, and they were not well-dressed.

It can be seen that the women have been humiliated, and the tears of humiliation have covered their cheeks.

Ye Chen looked quietly. Among the captured women, there were no reincarnations, but they were all miserable.

"Everyone admires Ye Chen." The Son of Sun and Moon had already fallen and threw the captured woman in front of the mountain.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really sad!" The Godzi of Piaomiao Palace tsk, smiling gloomy and fiercely.

"It's a pity to kill it." The son of Yuhua twisted his neck comfortably, his eyes full of lust and evil light.

"It should be very romantic at the foot of this Five Finger Mountain." The Son of the Supreme City had already pounced on him like an evil beast.

The other sons of gods were also full of evil light, each of whom was like a wolve, looking for people to vent their tyrannical desires.

The woman's whispered suddenly, accompanied by humiliation tears.

"The sweetheart is inside, shout, keep shouting!"

"Ye Chen, you still like this picture."

"Kill me! Rush out and kill me! Hahaha."

The seven gods are all like perverted mad dogs, and the ferocious and ferocious coexist, which is the demon at night.

"Tathagata, is this your compassion?"
Chapter completed!