The night is dark, the wind is cold, and the Wuzhi Mountain is sad.

The seven gods left with laughter and wanted to make blood again, to catch people related to Ye Chen, and kill them to the fullest, as if they had become their greatest pleasure.

Outside the mountain, the woman's whispers were also destroyed. They were all dead, suffering and humiliated, and were tortured to death. They died because of him and became pitiful victims.

Ye Chen buried his head, his eyes dim, and he couldn't do anything, even if he went out, the same was true.

Not long after, Prince Yaqi and Prince Feng Diao came and captured many people, including men, women, elderly people and babies, and they died tragically at the foot of Wuzhishan.

Afterwards, there were Prince Xueyan and Prince Shenpeng, carrying heads one by one, and the picture was very scary.

The second prince of Jinwu and the third prince of Kunpeng also came. They were the most violent and slaughtered thousands of people.

It should be a family, but because there was a baby named Ye Chen in the clan, he was ruthlessly destroyed.

"Ye Chen, is your heartache? They all died because of it." He laughed unscrupulously and danced with the blood wind.

They are just demons, and every time they come and go, they are all accompanied by blood disasters and disasters.

As a result, the Wuzhi Mountain under the Buddha roll became a pile of corpses and heads, and the picture was shocking.

"These people are so cruel!" Many monks came to watch, looking at Cheng Shan's corpse and Cheng Hai's blood, and they couldn't help but shivered.

"These may not be Ye Chen's relatives!"

"Of course not. Fengxian and the others would rather kill a thousand ones. Too many innocent people were hit by the seedlings."

"Take the Wang family in the north as an example, just because a woman hid a portrait of Ye Chen, she was slaughtered all over the family."

"The Zhao family in the south is even more miserable. Just because the third wife of the Ye family wanted to name Ye Chen, the child who was not born, she was destroyed that night and her blood flowed into a river!"

"Look, Phoenix Immortal is here." Someone said that attracted the eyes of the monks around.

But when I saw one side, Fengxian came slowly along Xutian.

After Nirvana, she was extremely charming, with a touch of charm and a majesty, like a great queen.

She also held an iron chain in her hand, which was one-two, two-two, four-two, eight-two, and sixteen.

In this way, countless branches were divided, each chain was locked by a person, and the number was huge. It was a family, and she had all caught them with disheveled hair.

Ye Chen raised his head and saw the captured person from afar.

He recognized that family, Xu Nuoyan's family.

In the past, he found the reincarnation of Xu Nuoyan and solved the crisis for her family. Unexpectedly, Fengxian was found out and many of them were captured.

"Xu Nuoyan, sorry, I'm implicated your family." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, full of guilt.

"Ye Chen, you still like this gift." Feng Xian'er smiled at the bottom of the mountain with interest, "Is it taking a lot of effort to find them?"

Ye Chen said nothing, and was still powerless.

The Zhou family turned into blood mist, but none of them begged for mercy. Everyone was strong and afraid of death.

They didn't blame Ye Chen, they blamed this cruel law. They were weak and deserved to be killed.

This may also be a cause and effect in the dark.

More than a hundred years ago, if Ye Chen had not helped, the Zhou family would have been destroyed by the Yang family. The Zhou family was born because of Ye Chen and died today because of Ye Chen. It was indeed cause and effect.

"Phoenix Immortal." When Ye Chen was silent, a roar suddenly sounded, spreading with secret techniques, and the sound shook the world.

"Who is this!" The monks present looked into the distance.

"It should be a long distance away when using secret techniques to transmit voice."

"It is obvious that he is Ye Chen's old friend or relative." Someone pondered and could hear the roar with a huge anger, and even roaring in the distant Xutian. It was a thrilling murderous intent.

"Let's go!" Ye Chen, at the bottom of the Wuzhi Mountain, had his eyes red and he was roaring on the altar.

It’s not his fault, it’s just because it was the voice of the little monkey emperor, and he probably returned from the starry sky and heard the rumors about Xuanhuang, and then he was furious.

But he knew that the little monkey emperor was not a match for Fengxian.

Not to mention, the one he was going to fight against was not Feng Xian, but also the terrifying existences of Jinwu Kunpeng.

The Immortal King He is a bloody example. Two fists cannot beat four hands, and the same is true when the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint come.

"It's not only here, but also to save me from searching everywhere." Feng Xian'er smiled again, stepped on the sky, and only the faint laughter was heard back, "Ye Chen, it won't take too long, I will bring him and reunite with you."

As she left, the monks from the outside followed her. This drama must not be missed.

When he returned, he was indeed the little monkey emperor, carrying a black gold iron rod, with golden eyes and divine lights. His hair was like a steel needle, and his domineering aura was pressing against the world.

After a hundred years of experience, he came back and advanced to the saint. With his domineering spirit, he also had a strong evil spirit.

"Bitch, come on your life." The little monkey emperor spewed out flames in his eyes, swung the black gold iron rod, and Ling Tian hit him.

"It should be good to refine you into a puppet." Fengxian smiled playfully, waved his jade arm casually, and used crystal jade to pick up the iron rod with bare hands.

One blow will bring regrets, the void will explode and the space will collapse.

The little monkey emperor vomited blood and stepped back. His arm was cracked. Through the wound, he could still see his muscles and bones.

Before he could stop his body, the Phoenix Immortal came like a ghost. Many immortal magic woven into his fingers and pierced through the chest of the little monkey emperor. The blood bones of the holy ape seemed vulnerable.

The little monkey emperor was bleeding and flew again, in a miserable state.

"It's really boring." Fengxian was full of jokes, and the lotus steps moved lightly, crossing a thousand feet. The jade hand covered the Xutian, and the power of a palm was astonishing, and the world was also lost.

"Kill." The little monkey emperor's eyes spewed out flames again, his body was raised, and the Nine Heavens turned into ape, and the world stood up to the sky.

The Phoenix Immortal Palm fell, and the little monkey emperor's legs were bent by a palm, and the domineering fighting holy body also collapsed.

"Send you to the Yellow Spring." Fengxian stepped across Xutian in one step, and was still a jade hand, crystal clear but cold, and a palm that transformed into a phoenix.

"From you?" Xiao Yuanhuang cursed, and he wanted to rush over when he moved the iron rod, but was grabbed by someone behind him.

The one who held the little monkey emperor was a woman with a peerless face, her eyes were clear and her whole body was dyed with divine clouds.

Isn’t she the Northern Saint? She is back too.

While speaking, the Northern Saint had already stepped forward, and his hand pinched the secret technique, evolved magical powers, and fought against Fengxian the next day.

The roar suddenly started, trembling with the trembling sky in all directions.

The Phoenix Fairy was still towering, standing like a queen standing in the sky.

On the other hand, Bei Sheng stepped back and stepped on Xu Tian, ​​and there was still blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"This..." The monks from all sides couldn't help but exclaim.

"The Northern Saint's blood was blown by one palm. How strong is the Phoenix Immortal?" Sifang was shocked and thought he had read it wrong.

"The Northern Saint is just like this." Fengxian stood in the sky, her laughter resounding throughout the sky, and she was so stubborn and playful.

"Phoenix Nirvana." Bei Sheng said softly, narrowing his eyes at Fengxian, as if he could see the clues.

"Today is really lively." A dark laughter sounded, and the second prince of Jinwu appeared, with a killing sword hanging on his head.

"I have heard that the Northern Saint is so beautiful that it is so beautiful when I see it today." The third prince of Kunpeng also came, with golden eyes and lustful and evil colors.

"I haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, but it's been a long time since I saw you." Prince Yaqi and Prince Shenpeng appeared together.

"Today is destined to be a great harvest." Prince Feng Diao and Prince Xueyan walked side by side, licking their scarlet tongues, coveting the bloodlines of the little monkey emperor and the Northern Saint.

The empty sky was trembling. Whether it was the Golden Crow Kunpeng or the Shenpeng Baqi, there were people following him. After counting it carefully, there were as many as thousands.

Those individuals have neither weak bloodline nor saints’ cultivation. Their great formation makes their moods sway.

"Let's go." Bei Sheng frowned and immediately fled to the sky and left.

Even the warlike little monkey emperor fled directly, followed the Beisheng closely, trying to fight out from the south.

The other side has a big battle, and they are all tough characters. If they fight hard, they will both have to kneel down.

"Are you leaving?" Fengxian's mouth slightly raised.

After saying that, the earth was buzzing, and light columns penetrated into the sky, forming a huge barrier.

"The barrier of heaven." Bei Sheng and Xiao Yuanhuang's faces suddenly turned ugly, as if they knew that the barrier was domineering.

"Catch the living." Feng Xian smiled and gave an order.

Immediately, Kunpeng and the others moved one after another, either magic weapons, killing swords, or palm prints and fist shadows, and they wanted to destroy the little monkey emperor and the Northern Saint with one blow.

Seeing this, both the Northern Saint and the Little Apricot Emperor had a strange phenomenon.

Under the attacks all over the sky, their visions were annihilated one after another, and the little monkey emperor vomited blood, and the Northern Saint was not much better.

"Kill." The crowd was like a sea of ​​people, and swarms rushed up.

"Join together, blast open the barrier." Before the melee could begin, a loud shout sounded outside the barrier.

A group of five people outside the barrier had appeared, each of them was in a state of dust, and it seemed that they were running all the way.

The person in charge was extremely arduous and bloody, and it was Emperor Nan.

Behind him were Prince Xuanwu, Prince Qinglong, Prince Baihu and Princess Zhuque, who also returned from training.

Who would have thought that after the separation that day, there would have been so many things and many blood disasters. It was not until a hundred years later that they heard it in the depths of the starry sky.

After them, the Dragon Clan Prince Long Jie also came with the Domine Dragon Sword. Then there was the Son of the Witch Clan with a spear in his hand, the Symbol Clan Goddess, the Symbol Goddess, the Son of the Barbarians, the Aura of the Son of the Son of the Barbarians.

"Kill." The void space exploded again, but it was kicked away by someone, and the murderous aura surged out.

This time, there are another bunch of kunniu, earthly martial bear, northern fish and pangolin.

"Open." Everyone worked together to move a powerful magic weapon and blasted open the barrier of the sky with one blow.

"Today, it's really lively." Fengxian's mouth was slightly raised, with a charming figure, and an evil smile squirmed at the corner of her mouth, making people feel dazed.

"Kill." Kui Niu roared with a violent and bloodthirsty breath. He swung his battle axe and walked straight to the Phoenix Immortal.

"Damn." The Earth Martial Bear, the Little Ape Emperor and the others also committed suicide, their eyes were red and their murderous aura was all the same. The brothers who worshipped the soldiers were pressed to the bottom of the Wuzhi Mountain and the other was nailed to the Wuzhi Mountain. They were all crazy.

"Fight." The Southern Emperor and Northern Saints jointly moved their peak combat power, swept across with one palm, and the adults turned into blood mist.
Chapter completed!