"Kill him." The army of four clans arrived and shouted in unison. The magical powers and secret techniques and magical instruments and formations were falling from the sky.

"Kill." Ye Chen swung his halberd, and one halberd was domineering.

The four tribes who had just rushed away fell down in large numbers, their bodies collapsed, their souls shattered, and their frontals were forcibly killed.

"Zhu Zi, I'm not punished yet." A saint king of the gods came to drive a chariot, holding a war spear in his hand, and stabbed Ye Chen.

"Get out." Ye Chen used a halberd as a stick, and a halberd smashed the ancient chariot. The holy king of the gods flew across the spot. Before he could stop, Ye Chen stepped down with his foot. Sadly, he was stepped into blood mud by his foot.

At the same time, a saint king of the demon clan had already arrived in the sky, activated a dark magic seal, and Ling Tian pressed it down.

It was a terrifying saint soldier, exuding wilderness, carved with ancient runes, as heavy as a mountain and a giant mountain.

Ye Chen shouted violently, neither dodging nor defending, and resisted with the holy body, and still smashed the magic seal with a halberd.

The demonic saint king was backfired, his body exploded, and he stepped back. Every time he took a step back, he would collapse.

Ye Chen rushed around and Ling Tian slashed directly.

The two holy kings of the Demon Clan and the Phoenix Clan came together and worked together to activate a divine mirror to sweep out the divine light of nirvana.

Ye Chen's energy covered the eight wildernesses, and the golden sea of ​​divine devils swept over with chaos visions, drowning the divine light and swallowing the two saints.

In just one or two moments, four saints of the four clans were killed one after another, which shocked the spectators and were so domineering.

"Phoenix Fairy, come with your life." Ye Chen roared all the way, dancing the battle halberd wildly, opening and closing, looking down on his face.

"Sacrifice and Killing Formation, destroy him." Fengxian looked ferocious and retreated while waving his sword to point at Ye Chen.

She was afraid again, fearing Ye Chen, the madman. This incident was too difficult to kill and could do too many impossible things.

The Xutian Killing Formation buzzed, reviving the divine power one after another, aiming at Ye Chen, and sweeping out divine lights of nirvana.

The vast sky became fragile, pierced and devastated, the killing formation was too strong, and its power was destroyed.

Ye Chen was not afraid, and he stepped on Taixu, lying across the sky, with his combat power and his speed even more domineering, like a golden light, and many Xutian killing formations could not keep up with his speed.

Blood splattered, the four tribes were attacked and killed by their own killing formations, and the scene was bloodied.

The great saints of the four clans snorted coldly, each leading their troops, crossing the sky, driving the chariots, sweeping through the clouds and mists, and their momentum was shocking the sky, with no less than a hundred people, and their formations were extremely large.

"Those who block me will die." Ye Chen roared angrily, and took a step forward, smashed the halberd, and a great saint was killed by a halberd.

"Is the quasi-emperor's combat power?" The monks from all sides were shocked.

"A great saint! He was killed in one encounter." The old monk was also shocked, and his old body couldn't help but tremble.

"The power of the Holy Body Line is still so arrogant." In the sky, Tian Zhu Di Mie also sighed and said.

"Let us out." The 50 million monks in the Heavenly Court were still roaring, their voices were like thunder, shaking the sky with turbulence.

The Emperor of Chu was charging alone, but they could only watch and everyone turned into madmen.

Heaven and earth were unmoved, and only gently brushed his hand.

The invisible barrier trembled slightly, but the person did not go out, but the immortal light flew out. It was the Chaos Cauldron and Ye Chen's natal magic weapon.

The divine tripod buzzed, knocking open the bloody path, hanging above Ye Chen's head.

When the master fought for the last battle, his natal magic weapon went crazy.

It is simple and natural, manifests the murderous intent, the character Dunjia Tian manifests itself, arranges itself, and intertwines the sound of the Dao Tianyin, and many ancient strange phenomena transform, protecting Ye Chen's holy body.

The chaotic energy also poured out of the cauldron, and the threads were as heavy as mountains, blending with the golden sea of ​​gods, crushing the sky and the earth.

"Those who block me will die." Ye Chen once again supported the chaotic world, spreading to the heavens, and was crushed into blood mist.

A great saint level rushed over and performed a secret technique, using a great killing technique, trying to destroy Ye Chen and kill him.

The Chaos Cauldron protects the master and smashes the divine light with one blow.

Ye Chen's body arrived instantly, and his golden hand grabbed it horizontally. The head of the great saint was removed on the spot, and his soul could not escape the silence.

"I underestimate him." The ancestor of the gods said coldly, trying to use the imperial weapon to kill him, but was stopped by the other three.

"I want to see how much skill he has." The ancestor of the demon clan snorted coldly, with a hideous and evil face.

"What I borrow is only the power of the holy body, there is no need to move the imperial weapon." The ancestor of the Phoenix Clan smiled, "It's good to look at it."

"Kill!" When the four of them spoke, Ye Chen tore up another great saint and headed straight for Fengxian to kill, hanging his head and stepping on the Chaos Sea, his power was arrogant.

"Stop him, stop him." Feng Xian'er hissed.

Although the distance is still far away and there are four imperial weapons to protect it, I am still afraid of retreating again and again, and my heart is trembling.

The strong people of the four tribes are like tides and seas, causing stormy waves.

Ye Chen rushed all the way, bathed in holy light and blood.

He was in a craziest battle, every drop of holy blood was burning, and every inch of holy body was spewing out the essence.

This was his last charge and his last battle. Even if he died, he could not insult his predecessors.

Looking down at the vast sky, the darkness of the ocean, he was wearing golden armor, and was very dazzling.

The crowds flooded him again and again, but were rushed out again and again, and figures pounced on him, but were killed one by one.

There were more than 10 million monks of the four major races, but none of them could block his way. They were killed by him and were defeated.

Blood dyed the world red, with broken limbs and broken arms, fragments of magic weapons falling all over the sky, turning into dust of history.

Behind him was a sea of ​​corpses and blood, the great saints were bloody and the saints rushed to the underworld.

"How strong is the Holy Body? More than 10 million monks cannot stop him from going alone." The shock continued.

"The bloodline that is as shoulder to shoulder as the Emperor is a myth."

"The reputation of the ancient holy body is all produced." The old guys inhale hard, and their blood was boiling.

The rumbling sound of the tide of discussion was annihilated.

The monks of the four clans stopped attacking and gathered into a large area.

Their eyes were filled with fear, and they looked at Ye Chen in fear, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

In the world, there is only a bang sound.

If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is the sound of people walking.

Perhaps the man's body was too heavy, as heavy as a mountain, and every time his feet fell, he roared the earth.

That was Ye Chen, the holy lord of the heavenly court, and the emperor of the Great Chu.

As the yellow sand flew and the bloody wind whistled, he carried the blood-stained halberd and walked step by step, with his bloody hair floating, and the Great Chu Battle Flag wearing it was also raising the sky and waving fiercely.

His evil spirit is vast, like a war god who conquers all realms, and also like a demon god who swallows the sky and destroys the earth.

On the bloody earth filled with broken swords and warriors, his existence seemed like a dazzling sun.

Looking at the four clans, more than 10 million monks were all retreating.

Ye Chen took a step further, and they all took a step back, and they were all afraid of being killed. No one dared to step forward again.

What kind of picture is this, and what kind of power is it?

More than 10 million monks were frightened by one person and retreated collectively.

All directions were shocked. This scene would be rubbing and praised by the world. It would be an immortal legend.

The eyes of the monks in the heavenly court were wet, and the hazy back was so majestic and so bleak.

"Kill, kill me." Wan Qian Ningji was finally interrupted by Fengxian's scolding and ordered the four tribes to attack.

However, her orders were not effective and no one followed them.

"Kill me, kill me." The ancestor of the four clans spoke, his voice was like thunder, majestic and cold, trembling in the sky.

However, their supreme orders were not good either.

More than 10 million monks, from the Great Sage to the Imperial Realm, were already frightened by the war god, and were killed out of the shadows and the mind collapsed.

"Bastard." The ancestor of the demon clan was furious and came to the sky.

"Kill." The ancestor of the demon clan, the ancestor of the god clan and the ancestor of the Phoenix clan also set out, crossing Xutian and attacking and killing together.

"Rat." Ye Chen swung his battle halberd and killed him against the will of heaven.
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