Chapter two thousand and four death
Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam!
The sound was uninterrupted. Although it was crisp, many magical weapons exploded under Ye Chen's palm.
The old emperor's eyes were scarlet and moved the Immortal Art of Emperor Dao again, and he supported a statue of the human being standing tall. It was the magical figure outside him. This was his trump card and his last reliance.
boom!
Ye Chen fell down with a palm, and the heretic golem buzzed, but he did not slap it.
He couldn't do one palm, and he repaired it again, and the standing heretic golem was blown up on the spot.
puff!
The old emperor's son was completely defeated, and he could no longer stop Ye Chen's palm, his limbs, his internal organs, his extraordinary meridians and eight meridians, including the origin, the sea of gods, and the soul, all collapsed inch by inch.
ah……!
Before his death, he roared again, from his soul, carrying unwillingness, anger and sorrow.
The three emperors of a family were so glorious that they were all buried in one day. After death, what kind of face would they have? They went to meet the late emperor, and their reputation was insulted.
Ye Chen walked slowly by without any joy or worry in the roar.
It is another bloody killing path, paving into the depths of the starry sky.
The heavens were shocked, and the prehistoric world was also shocked. The two supreme emperors in the underworld were also touched by their state of mind.
They were still standing on Jieming Mountain, looking quietly at the heavens. The Supreme's eyes were a little dazed. They had also stepped on Ye Chen's way of killing, and they could become the Supreme. No one was killed by the dead bones and the sea of blood. Looking at Ye Chen was like looking at them back then.
Both supreme emperors do not deny that they are at the same level, but they are not as good as Ye Chen. In terms of their defiance of the heavens, no one can compare to Ye Chen. His existence is unprecedented and will crush later generations.
At some point, the starry sky fell into silence, and Ye Chen's killing ended.
In the blood mist, Ye Chen held the killing sword and stepped on the starry sky, staggering, his back was bleak.
At this moment, he was no longer in the blood limit state. His domineering holy body was covered with blood valleys, with many muscles and bones exposed, and his long dispersed hair was dyed with blood, drifting with the star wind.
He won, and he killed the emperor again and returned in a defeat.
But he also lost, won the prehistoric world, but lost his lover, and his love could never be found again.
Looking at his figure, all the monks in the heavens were silent and moved. He was surrounded by vicissitudes of life, like a war god of end of the world. He was obviously in his prime, but he was extremely old.
In a trance, people could still see a bloody road behind him. The road was covered with blood and bones. From the emperor to the prince, the real corpse mountain became a mountain and blood flowed into a river.
He is a brilliant journey, and every one is made, and he is a living myth.
The breeze blew, and Ye Chen was shaking and finally fell down in the starry sky.
Donghuang Taixin came to the sky, held him back, and then disappeared into the starry sky.
Xiao Chen, Ming Jue and Bai Zhi were taken away together, but they were all full of sadness.
After she left, the monks in the heavens stood for a long time, their expressions were hazy and their feelings were still unsatisfied. They watched Ye Chen kill all the way. He was the god of war, the god of demon, the god of killing, and an unreliable madman, but it was this madman who wrote a series of legends.
It is really uncomfortable to see the great clans in the prehistoric world again.
Since Ye Chen returned from rebirth, the losses have become more and more tragic. The prince-level and prince-level levels have almost been destroyed. In this battle, the emperor-level levels have been killed by more than 30 emperors, more than 80% of them have been killed by Ye Chen. Many other powerful people in the prehistoric world have died, not only heavy losses.
"He must die." The powerful man of the prehistoric world gritted his teeth, as ferocious as a ghost, just waiting for the Emperor of the Prehistoric world to reorganize his lineup, without blood limits to help with the battle, and fighting with Ye Chen may not necessarily lose.
In the early morning, Hengyue Sect was peaceful.
On the Jade Girl Peak, the children giggled in tenderness and crispness, and a group of little guys were playing, chasing and playing on the grass, walking with staggering steps, like little elves, innocent and brilliant.
All the girls were there, looking quietly, with motherly tenderness.
This ordinary thing is commendable and touching.
Soon, the little guys stopped playing, raised their little faces and looked at the void.
No one has landed, but Donghuang Taixin.
The girls stood up one after another and bowed.
Donghuang was too heartless, and only gently brushed her sleeves and released Ye Chen, Ming Jue, Bai Zhi and Xiao Chen. Ye Chen was fainting. Ming Jue and others were extremely colorful, covered in blood. Just now, one of them was stood firm and almost fell to the ground, and then they all spit out blood.
The girls hurried forward, their expressions pale, but they breathed a little relieved when they saw that Ye Chen was not seriously injured.
Why!
Donghuang Taixin sighed, and without saying a word, she turned around and left.
Where is Ji Ningshuang?
The girls stopped their eyes from Donghuang Taixin and looked at Mingjue and the other two.
Why!
The three of them also sighed, but did not speak, but only handed over a jade slip.
The girls frown with pretty eyebrows and suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Chu Xuan took his hand and crushed the jade slips. Pictures were presented to their divine sea: the battle in the ruins of the Heavenly Lord, the bloody world, Ji Ningshuang was cursed, and Ji Ningshuang was buried in the Chaos Sea.
"This..." The women covered their jade mouths with their hands, their delicate bodies couldn't help but tremble, and their eyes were filled with mist.
Ming Jue and the other two shook their heads helplessly, without disturbing them, and each left. The four of them left the Great Chu, but only three of them returned. Although they won a great victory in this battle, they lost to Ji Ningshuang and suffered extremely tragic defeat.
Soon, a deep feeling of sadness enveloped the Jade Girl Peak.
The people of Hengyue Sect also realized something was wrong. Even Situ Nan, Xie Yun and others who were funny on weekdays became much more honest. Only then did they know the truth, they couldn't help but curse to the sky.
Ye Chen was moved to the room, like a stone statue, motionless, covered with vicissitudes of dust. Although the scars on his body had healed, they were carved into pieces by time.
The girls felt distressed and their eyes were wailing. The accident happened too suddenly. I never expected Ji Ningshuang to die. She was Ye Chen's wife. You can imagine how much her death would have hit Ye Chen.
Xiao Yefan and Xiao Yeling were also there. Although they were small, they were very smart and felt that the atmosphere was not right.
Especially Xiao Yefan, he was always looking left and right, looking for his mother.
At this time, the girls couldn't help but wipe their tears. It was so young that they had no mother, which made people feel distressed.
Ye Chen slept for three days, and woke up again was the morning of the fourth day.
Daddy!
Before he could sit up, two tender calls came into his ears.
There were two little guys lying beside the bed, one for Xiao Ye Ling and the other for Xiao Ye Fan, looking at him with big eyes flashing. When he saw him wake up, he climbed onto the bed and threw himself into his arms. His little head was just rubbing. Ye Chen's time to leave this time was not short, and the little guy missed him very much.
Ye Chen smiled and hugged the two children, full of the warmth of a kind father.
But when he saw Xiao Yefan in his arms, he couldn't help but growl. He lost his mother.
Chapter completed!