The discussion was in full swing, and the son of the gods and the princess and princesses were all fighting in full swing.

This world was completely in chaos and became a scene of a group fight.

The battle was fluctuating a lot, and bloody scenes were constantly coming, blood was as red as rain, dyeing the sky red and covered with hemoglobin yarn.

Many people looked towards Lingshan, and from a distance, they saw Sakyamuni, who was also one of the spectators.

With so many people, he should be the most embarrassing thing.

A good Lingshan lecture on the Dharma, and everyone from all directions came to listen to the Dharma, but before the lecture was started, a group of bastards outside the mountain started to fight, and it was not one or two, that was a group of people, fighting was a group fight, and fighting was a group fight.

The Sakya Master smiled. Although he was at the quasi-emperor level, he was still not angry. He watched the battle with peace of mind, and felt relieved and awe-inspiring.

"Venice, it's better to force it to stop it." A Buddha stepped forward, his meditation was not stable, and there was an angry look on his face.

"No, just watch quietly." Sakyamuni waved his hand and smiled.

"See, the holy body has been destroyed." As the two of them spoke, a group of old guys gathered together, each holding their hands, and their eyes were shining, and their sighs kept thumping.

The place they looked at was a blood mist. The domineering Ye Chen beat the son of God with one stick, and his soul was also silent.

At this point, the Son of God who was destroyed by him was no longer the next fight.

But the gods and the sons of the gods have perseverance, and those enemies of the holy bodies are also coming one after another.

At this moment, who still cared about the cry for help from the son of the demon clan, rushed towards the holy body, trying to take advantage of today to kill the enemy.

"My mother, what's the situation?" Perhaps it was too much that the Yanlong, who was in seclusion in the cauldron, was awakened and lay on the mouth of the cauldron and looked out with a shocked look.

"What else can I do? I'm going to be lively anywhere!" Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and gave Ba Jue another stick.

"Eh?" Yan Long let out a light eh and saw Xiao Chen showing his power not far away, "Is that... the son of the King of War?"

"As you said," Ye Chen said casually, "It was to protect him and kill the demon clan's son, and then he was involved in this melee."

"So that's the case." Yan Long smiled, "There is another person in my hometown, just like in the previous life, and he is not weak in the title of the King of War."

As he said that, he stared at the heavens in all directions with his eyes, and his tongue kept ringing, "It turned out that there were so many evil geniuses who came to form a group to fight, and it was rare to see it in a century."

"You can recognize so many monsters in the Southern Region."

"Don't underestimate me." Yan Long curled his lips, "I am the best at recognizing people. I can recognize all the people who are famous for Xuanhuang Pai."

"Oh?" Ye Chen was interested, "Then tell me, that was the one who fought against the Southern Emperor."

"Three eyes are bloody, and the bloody son is undoubtedly the son of the blood." Yan Long said immediately, "That is a cruel character. His ancestor was a blood demon. He refined blood and practiced Taoism. He liked special bloodlines the most. In the future, he had to be more careful of him. He was once a holy body, but was refined by the blood demon in his later years, and his fate was extremely miserable."

"There are also such secrets." Ye Chen couldn't help but frown. He dared to refine the blood of the Holy Body, which made him show a cold light to Xue Shangzi.

"That little girl is the Nine Immortals of the Emperor's Family, Xuanhuang and even the youngest saint in the entire heavens and ten thousand realms." Yanlong continued to say and glanced at Xiao Jiuxian, "The one who fought with him was probably Tiancan from the God Realm."

"Divine Realm?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, "What's the origin?"

"The bloodline of the prehistoric gods is even better than that of the gods." Yan Long said slowly, "This vein is very strange, and the innate fusion of Taoism."

"The innate fusion of Taoism is a bit scary." Ye Chen sighed, "Those who can fight against the Emperor Jiuxian are indeed a tough character, and they are so ruthless."

"Be careful, the one who is attacking is the son of the Zangtian clan." Yanlong reminded, "Don't be slashed by his sword."

Without reminding him, Ye Chen had already swung the spear.

The one who attacked him was the young man in purple robe who was indeed very strong. The sword in his hand was a terrifying magic weapon.

"The ancient holy body, the blood fruit is wonderful." The son of the God of Burial Heaven smiled faintly, licking the scarlet red, revealing his white teeth.

With one sword, he slashed out another brilliant fairy river.

Ye Chen disagreed and swung the immortal river with one stick, and combined the nine eight-desolate fists to repel the son of Burial Heaven.

He never underestimated this guy. His combat power was not different from the Immortal God Son, and he was at the same level as the Xue Shangzi and Tiancan.

The most important thing is that he had never heard of the name of burying the sky before. When he saw it this time, he had to sigh again that the mysterious and deserted tigers and hidden dragons were the holy land of monks, and that there were many talents.

While speaking, the Son of the Cangtian God raised his hand and pointed his divine light and destroyed it with a powerful force that could penetrate everything.

Ye Chen also raised his hand, and the nine Taixu fingers and the six meridian magical powers instantly merged, facing each other, crushing the Cangtian finger.

Then, he suddenly turned around and lifted the attacking son of the gods with one palm. The demons who were preparing to attack from the side could not escape the bad luck and was swung over by him with one stick.

The demon god son and the soul tribe god son came again, and worked together to activate an ancient bronze mirror to ban Ye Chen.

Although the bronze mirror is strong, it is difficult to stop Ye Chen from sticking and cracking on the spot.

The demon god son and the soul tribe god son were also backfired, and they were both sideways, retreating, their bodies were stained with blood, and they were all in a mess.

After killing the four people, Ye Chen's spear buzzed and became as thick as his arms. He was swept out with a stick like a beast, and the son of god who was killed flew out in pieces.

Although they are all monster-level geniuses, not everyone has the combat power of the Son of Burial Heaven. If the combat power is weak, they will naturally suffer.

Speaking of the Son of Burial Heaven, the guy brewed another big move.

Ye Chen sneered, swung his stick and attacked the domineering and unparalleled.

The two of them fought the most fiercely. The first time Ye Chen's holy body was injured was because of the gift of Burial Heaven, and he was almost slashed by a sword.

"Is that the Northern Saint?" Ye Chen and Zhan Tian were fighting in shock, but Yan Long was not worried at all. He stared at the Northern Saint and looked at it dazzled, "What are you doing when you run around in the sky?"

"The person who can make her like this is probably the divine body of nirvana." Yan Long pondered, "Well, it's him."

After closing his eyes, the guy glanced at Xutian again, grinning constantly. The ancient nine tribes are all there, and the princes and princesses of the five royal families in the Southern Region are also among them.

There are also the Northern Saint, the Phoenix God Son, the Nine Immortals of the Emperor's Family, the Soul Clan God Son, the Demon God Son, the Kui Niu, the Blood Son, the Burial God Son, the Tiancan, and the Phoenix Immortal, all of them are the most popular.

He is very good at recognizing people, as if it is a strange talent.

Those who participated in the war recognized all of them. Among them, the Xizun and the Zhonghuang who had not participated in the war, as well as the monsters who were not revealed but were all cruel characters, were all taken away by him.

Unfortunately, he did not see Dong Shen. If she was also present, it would be even more lively. The five monsters in Xuanhuang would be together.

It really corresponds to the saying of the world: The ancient holy body is so lively, and it has become a law.

Finally, he looked at Xiao Chen. This battle started because of him. It seemed that he would be the first to end the battle.

The demon tribe's son who has become flesh and blood is still calling for help.

However, no one paid attention to him. Xiao Chen crushed his body and only the soul left to escape from his death, and he did not dare to continue fighting.

"Where to go?" Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and he stepped forward. Ling Tian's palm was like a mountain, suppressing the demon god's son on the spot.

"The demon clan will not let you go." The demon clan's son roared.

"You must know that the so-called blood debt needs to be paid for with blood." Xiao Chen snorted coldly, and the power of silence in his palm quickly gathered.

"No...no...no..." The demon god's eyes were highlighted, and he was full of horror. He had already seen the gates of hell in hell.

He was unwilling to accept that he still had great wishes and had an unfinished imperial road. The prince of the demon clan could not die just like this.

However, his unwillingness was ultimately unstoppable to the power of silence.

When life and death are dead, he was arrogant and truly understood what he regretted, regretted not to slaughter the people of Lichuan, and even caused the battle body to be killed and was scattered.

Xiao Chen did not feel pity. He wiped his palm and crushed the soul of the prince of the demon clan and directly sent him to the road to the underworld.

The most difficult-to-kill son of the demon clan, at this moment, completely became the dust of history. His arrogance, his ambition, and his hatred were gone with death...

The onlookers sighed that the prince of a large clan was destroyed like this, which not only makes people sigh that the world is cruel.

The demon clan's son has been destroyed, and Xiao Chen brought the battle halberd to help Ye Chen. His divine eyes are like torches, and his evil spirits are spreading to the sky, like a god of war.

The Thunder Battle Body is extremely domineering. As soon as he joined the battle, he slashed the son of the clan, which was so shocked that he gasped in the air.

"Thank you." When he reached Ye Chen's side, Xiao Chen said sincerely. If Ye Chen had not helped him, he would not be able to kill the son of the demon clan. This is a great kindness.

"You and my brothers are here." Ye Chen swept over a son of god with a stick, his blood rising, and he twisted his neck fiercely, "Since you have to take revenge, I will no longer hold back."

After the words came, the spear in his hand turned into divine light and returned to his sleeve.

At the same time, a red killing sword appeared in his hand.

It was the Fenji Sword, a real quasi-emperor divine weapon, which was whirling with a stern sound, and the sword energy was everywhere, and every strand was silent.

"Quest Emperor's Divine Weapon." Xiao Chen was surprised and unbelievable.

"Come on." Ye Chen smiled and stepped out, turning defense into attack for the first time, and the holy power spread across the sky and earth.

The first one to suffer was the Demon God Son, who was slashed out by his sword, his body was cracked open, and the Demon God's blood blew.

Fortunately, he has a deep foundation, and Ye Chen cannot exert the peak power of the Quasi-Emperor Sword, otherwise he would have been slashed.

"The quasi-emperor soldier, he has the quasi-emperor soldier." The demon god son roared, and before he could say the second sentence, he blew blood.

"Fen Ji Sword?" Without the use of demonic god son, the son of god who rushed forward also recognized the sword in Ye Chen's hand. The ancestor of Fen Ji was famous for his reputation, how could he not recognize his sword?

"How could the sword of the ancestor Fen Ji be in his hands?"

"What do you think?" Ye Chen showed two rows of snow-white teeth, smiling a little scared, and slashed out with one sword and swept across Xutian.
Chapter completed!