The starry sky is vast, and the shrill wailing sounds are endless.

Looking away from the distance, there was a stone platform located in the starry sky, with a radius of 80,000 feet. Every meter on the stone platform was a copper pillar standing, and each copper pillar was locked with a man's cultivation. Each of them was disheveled, with a slim hair, and a bone-shaped bone-shaped bone-like, dripping like a prisoner, and a humble ants.

Looking around the stone platform, Qiongqi stood with his spears.

Those people were all captured by them. They were swallowed up their essence, their cultivation was destroyed, and their tendons and leg tendons were cut off. The purpose of the cruel torture was to forcing Chen Ye to appear.

The picture is bloody, nearly 100,000 people practiced, and the blood flowed, dyeing the stone platform 80,000 feet red, which is shocking.

"Kill a hundred people and you will survive." Qiongqi smiled with a faint fangs, and he stuffed a killing sword into the hands of a cultivator, and then pushed it onto the stone platform.

It was a young monk, dressed in rags, staggering, pale and bloodless, dragging his disabled body to a copper pillar, where an old monk was locked. He was already gray-haired, bloody and fuzzy, and there was no human form.

The old white-haired monk raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were turbid, but he only smiled kindly, "Come on, kid, kill me."

"Senior, I'm sorry, I want to survive." The young monk burst into tears, his voice hoarse, and he cried in silence. He held the sword in both hands, raised it tremblingly, and slashed it hard.

Blood splattered, and the head of the white-haired old monk rolled down. He was a useless man. The young monk directly sent him to the underworld with a sword. The ups and downs of life finally turned into dust.

"If you want to survive, continue to kill." Qiongqi showed his white teeth and licked his scarlet tongue, his eyes full of ferociousness and terrifyingness.

"Ah..." The young monk roared, as if he was mentally collapsed, and fell into madness. He held the killing sword and slashed left and right. Every time he swung the sword, one of them was killed. Among them were his master, fellow disciples, relatives and brothers, but in order to survive, he had to wave the butcher knife in his hand.

"The taste of blood is really wonderful." Qiongqi, laughing and sucking comfortably, enjoying it very much.

"Interesting." In a huge jade chariot, a young man with a python robe was lying in a python robe, with his mouth slightly raised, and he turned his finger leisurely. He looked at him with interest, with his purple eyes shining with a strange light, which made people dare not look directly at him.

He is the ninth prince of the Qiongqi clan, with an absolute royal bloodline, extremely noble status, but extremely cruel.

On the jade chariot, there were mostly naked nuns, who were ravaged to death by the ninth prince of Qiongqi. They lay down in a row. Even if they died, there was still a look of pain on their faces.

This is the world of the strong, the weak deserve to be bullied, the cruel laws, bloody, dark and lightless.

On the stone platform, the young monk had killed a hundred people, his hands were covered with blood from his fellow tribe, and he cried like a dog, crying loudly, hoping to leave alive.

"Come on, learn to bark." Qiongqi stepped on the back of the young monk, laughing unscrupulously, tyrannically and bloodthirsty.

The young monk was covered in tears of humiliation, but he still forced his smile. The barking of dogs resounded throughout the starry sky.

Qiongqi smiled again, unscrupulously, "Get out of the ants."

If a young monk is granted a general amnesty, he is really a dog. He will no longer stand like a human, but is crawling on the stone platform that leaves.

"Next." Qiongqi pointed again, and pointed an older monk, and said with a smile, "If you kill someone, you can survive."

The old monk was bleeding and tears, holding the killing sword, and trembling steps, walked up to the stone platform, waved the killing sword at his fellow tribe. Every time, it was covered in blood. Every footprint behind him was blood-colored.

The cultivator was wailing and Qiongqi was laughing. This scene of killing each other was really pleasing to the eyes in their eyes.

Hell, here is hell, dyed with blood from ants, and demons and hideous faces make people feel trembling.

"Born." The ninth prince of Qiongqi held his cheek with one hand. Listening to Ren Xiu's screams, he fell into a false sleep. The thick aura of the prehistoric world was intertwined and outlined.

"Crown Prince, will Chen Ye come?" Old Qiongqi on the side glanced at the starry sky and looked at the ninth prince of Qiongqi.

"It doesn't matter whether he comes or not. What's important is that my prehistoric clan can use this as a reason to start a war against the heavens again." The ninth prince of Qiongqi set off a dramatic arc.

"So that's it, let's wait... huh?" Lao Qiongqi stopped before he finished speaking, turned his head slightly and looked at one side.

The bang and roar sounded, trembling, slowly and rhythmically. After listening carefully, I realized that it was the sound of people walking, perhaps because their bodies were as heavy as mountains, so that every time the soles of their feet fell, they would rush into the starry sky.

Ye Chen appeared and came into the air. His whole body shone with golden light. His holy body was like gold melting, rolling up with a vast evil aura. From a distance, he looked like a dazzling sun.

His arrival made Qiongqi's eyes flash with brilliance, as if he had smelled Ye Chen's blood, extremely pure.

"You are not an unknown person with such momentum." The ninth prince of Qiongqi opened his eyes and was still lying tilted, looking very interested.

"My name: Chen Ye." Ye Chen's words were plain and simple.

"He is Chen Ye?" The cultivators raised their heads one after another.

"It's you, it's all because of you." Many Xiu roared, his eyes were red, his forehead was exposed, and he looked at Ye Chen with hatred, and he roared wildly, "If it weren't for your wanton killing, how could I, Xiu, end up like this?"

"Go to him. Damn it." The Kui Niu in the copper furnace jumped three feet high, and his temper rose and almost rushed out.

"It's really heartbreaking." Li Changsheng couldn't help but curse. Ye Chen was seeking justice for others, and he never thought that he would be so furious that he really made him angry and aggrieved for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was silent, without saying a word, his eyes were calm and unpredictable.

Since the day he embarked on the Taoist practice, he has been ready to bear the infamy. This bloody journey will be more cruel than imagined, and it is so cruel that his heart is colder than ice.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault." Ren Xiu was still cursing, and his roars were connected into a circle, and his voice shook the starry sky.

"Chen Ye, you all the people in the heavens don't seem to like you very much!" The ninth prince of Qiongqi smiled faintly and kept ticking his tongue, "It's really sad. I feel sorry for you."

"I'm here and let someone go to practice." Ye Chen said lightly.

"In the Saint Realm, I am carrying three quasi-emperor soldiers. No wonder I have the capital to slaughter the Great Sage." The ninth prince of Qiongqi stood up and sighed. The royal bloodline of Qiongqi clan was so high that he could see through Ye Chen's secret at just one glance.

"Let me go." Ye Chen spoke slowly, still the same sentence.

"A group of wastes will die if they die. I like blood flowers very much." The ninth prince of Qiongqi smiled grimly, and as he said, he raised his hand casually, bounced a ray of divine light, and hit a man Xiu. The man Xiu exploded on the spot and turned into a gorgeous blood flowers.

"What are we afraid of death?" The people who were locked cultivators were not all insulting Ye Chen. They laughed in a vain and indulgent way. The moment they were caught, they knew the outcome, and they had already seen it openly and were not afraid of death.

"I won't blame you, my worlds and heavens are not alone."

"Go, go as far as you want, and return to your cultivation level again and destroy the nine clans of Qiongqi." An old monk roared, using his last bit of strength, howling happily.

"Noisy." The ninth prince of Qiongqi twisted his neck comfortably and waved his hand casually again, "Let them stop."

Under the order, Qiongqi, who were guarding the stone platform, showed his white teeth, raised his blood-colored butcher knife, and slashed at the cultivator. His heads rolled down, each of them dazzlingly.

Ye Chen said nothing, holding a war sword in his hand, heading straight to the ninth prince of Qiongqi. This was a blood debt, and he needed the Qiongqi clan to repay it.

"Catch the living for me." The ninth prince of Qiongqi smiled and sat back on the jade chariot, lay down on the couch, very leisurely.

After the words came, the starry sky roared. Qiongqi activated the chariot, turned into his body, and came overwhelmingly, like a dark ocean, the rolling prehistoric aura engulfed the starry sky.

Their eyes were all bloody, full of greed, and their aura was tyrannical and bloodthirsty, like terrible demons.

Nearly ten thousand Qiongqi collectively attacked and killed, and the scene was so spectacular. The prehistoric aura alone crushed the starry sky and the powerful bloodline subverted the laws that should have.

"Those who block me will die." Ye Chen shouted, and the spear was used as a stick, swept across the sword, Qiongqi, who was rushing forward, was destroyed in pieces, even screaming, and his body and spirit were destroyed in an instant.

"Suppress me." A great saint Qiongqi ascended to heaven and killed him, with his left hand in the Qiankun Seal and the Yin-Yang Formation on the right, the Qiankun is united and transformed into Wuji, Yin-Yang merges into Taiji, Taiji Wuji creates chaos, pressed from heaven, and Ye Chen is to kill Ye Chen with one blow.

"Get out." Ye Chen scolded coldly, and nine eight-deserted fists attacked against the sky, knocking him out with one punch, knocking him out with one stick, and knocking him out of the head of the Great Saint Qiongqi, and destroying his soul.

"Punish." The second great saint arrived, with a divine light, attacking Ye Chen's eyebrows directly, targeting his true body of the soul.

Ye Chen shrank into an inch in one step, avoided the finger light, and instantly rushed to the great saint Qiongqi, returned his nine divine lights, severely damaged his soul, and repaired his spear.

The great sage Qiongqi was fragile and was nailed to death by a spear in the starry sky. His divine body exploded and his blood was as rain.

The third great saint Qiongqi is the most miserable. Before he even sacrificed his natal magic weapon, he was beaten back. The sea of ​​god collapsed, affecting the true body of the soul, and his soul was scattered in an instant.

After only ten rounds, Ye Chen killed three great saints in a row. Not to mention the people who were locked up, even Qiongqi and others were shocked.

"Sacrifice the great formation and ban him." The fourth great saint Qiongqi was smart and did not dare to step forward to Yingfeng and ordered the formation to be opened. Just block Ye Chen, and the rest would be easy.

Many great formations were revived, led by the Holy King, forbidden the universe and sealed the laws, and this vast starry sky was suddenly bound.

However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is extremely nonsense. Although the sealing formation comes out, it is like a decoration in front of Ye Chen.

Taixu Divine Action is so magical that it has been evolved to the peak by Ye Chen, and it is bound by Qiongqi. It is directly ignored and scattered on the formation pattern, as if it has entered a state of no one.
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