Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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In the sky, Ye Chen turned a blind eye, raised his hand to take the crucified baby to his side, and placed it in the arms of the woman with purple hair, so that she could hold the child along the way.

She is from her hometown, and she fought **** battles more than 200 years ago, and she also guarded the lives behind her.

He died in the battle of Nantianmen in the previous life, but was buried in Nantiancheng in this life. He is also a foreigner in a different country. The deaths have not been unlocked by memory, and the so-called hometown is not known.

He turned around and looked around silently, looking calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

He didn't need to ask, just a glance, he knew which race these people were, and their roots were hot, like the sun, but of the Jinwu ethnic group.

"Where isn't it good? I want to come to Nantian Ancient City." One of the old silver robes smiled, showing two rows of white fangs. "If it is here, you don't have to go today."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, stepped down, disappeared in an instant, and appeared again behind the silver robe old man.

The old man in the silver robe suddenly changed color. The eyesight of his saint had never found Ye Chen's traces. The same was true of other people. Ye Chen's body was too fast to make them elusive.

Never thought about it, the old man in the silver robe retreated immediately, but it was too late. Ye Chen had deceived him, without any weapons, and grabbed the old man in the silver robe, and tore it directly.

"He is not a saint in general, killing them together." The leading Jinwu ethnic group, a Jinpao old man, and an Xunpeng tribe old man with a purple robe, were both at the same level.

Under the order, everyone present moved, and the weakest was also the peak of the imperial realm. Among them, there are some quasi-sages and old sages, either supernatural powers or secret methods, who are overwhelmingly pressing on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen regretted himself, Chi Xiaojian appeared in his hands, and a sword swept across, and his power was incomparable. Except for the two quasi-sacred kings, no one could stop him with a sword.

"Let's go together." Jin Wu Zhunsheng Wang came coldly, came to the sky, his heart was full of energy, and he rushed out of the golden seal of a party, which was a holy king-level magic weapon, and the power of the spirit was restored.

Chaos God Ding rushed out of the sea of ​​God, without fairy light blooming, simple and natural, directly thinking of the golden light seal, smashing it into pieces with a single blow, and the artifact fragments were also engulfed by it.

The life weapon was broken, King Jinwu Zhunsheng was wounded, kicked back, and blood spit with it, but his eyes were full of incredible colors. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectation.

"Fighting." King Peng Zhunsheng screamed, and the attack also arrived. The head-hanging ancestral weapon was a bit strange. It was actually an iron bucket, which was very ancient, but was cast by a special fairy iron. It is also a quasi-sacred king level, which is much more powerful than that of the golden light ancient seal.

Ye Chen was swallowed into an iron bucket on the spot, and the imprints of the forbidden killings and seals were revived, and the force of silence was raging. He wanted to seal Ye Chen's body and want to slay his Yuanshen.

"No matter how strong you are, after all, you are just a saint." Wang Peng Zhunsheng Wang gave a cold voice, and was very confident in his own destiny. Rao was the king who was swallowed and could not escape.

"Xun Pengge shot old, he could catch it." King Jin Zhunsheng and everyone present laughed and sighed with relief, "If the Taoist friends are not here, losses will be heavy."

"Raise your hand." Jun Peng Zhunsheng Wang froze his beard, a gesture of senior superiority.

Of course, his words fell into place, and his destiny iron barrel buzzed violently, and then was bombarded by a large hole with a golden fist, a golden dragon shape jumped out from the inside, Ye Chen killed, iron barrel method Although the device was strong, he was still a little bit short of killing him.

Xun Peng Zhunsheng ’s color changed, he was backswept, his mouth was bleeding, and everyone else was discolored. The domineering of the iron barrel, they knew it, but failed to kill Ye Chen, the saint.

In a moment of shock, Ye Chen has opened up the chaotic world, sealed the Quartet, and the people present were crushed by the sky into pieces, unable to withstand the pressure of the chaos world, and turned into pieces of blood mist.

Then there was a vortex of swallowing the sky. Those who were crushed, their blood, blood veins, Yuanshen, and the origin, were all engulfed by Ye Chen, and were directly refined into nourishment.

The chaotic tripod is not idle, the tripod is facing downwards, the vortex appears, and the magical instruments sprinkled on the four sides, whether it is a holy soldier or a quasi holy soldier, are swallowed up and become the nourishment of the tripod.

There were only three breaths before and after, except for the two quasi-sacred kings, everyone else was killed.

Ye Chen was so arrogant that he stared at King Jinwu Zhunsheng and Xunpeng Zhunsheng. His expression was still calm and there was no emotional fluctuation. The more he showed this expression, the more terrible he was.

"Holy ... holy body, he is holy body." The two quasi-holy kings stepped back, both eyes highlighted the contraction of the pupils, it seemed that he had recognized his identity from Ye Chen's chaos world.

They were unbelievable and couldn't believe it. The derelict holy body that had been annihilated in the floodland three days ago still survived the world, he was still alive, and he deceived the world again.

"Hurry up." The two teamed up to create a teleportation platform, regardless of which one stepped on, madly urged the platform, to escape in this way, there is no war at all.

The strength of the Eucharist, they have already seen it, although it is a saint, it is worthy of the hardship of the King.

Ye Chen did not chase, but moved the heavens to change the secret method, and changed the position with King Jin Zhunsheng, that is, on the teleportation platform, became Ye Chen and Kun Peng Zhunsheng.

Ye Chen suddenly appeared on the battle platform, and Xu Peng Zhunsheng Wang was shocked, but he forgot Ye Chen's knowing of the secret method that can be exchanged with other people. Without paying attention, he let Ye Chen get out of the hole.

The battlefield shattered and was broken by Ye Chen's foot. King Peng Zhunsheng was lifted by his palm.

The platform used for the escape was cut off, and the two quasi-sacred kings merged in an instant, then turned and fled.

Ye Chen shrank in one step to reach an inch, and his golden hand was like a magic knife, a note of Ling Tian, ​​dripping the blood and bones of Kun Peng Zhunsheng Wang, half of the **** body was turned into flesh, and the form was extremely sultry.

Jin Wu Zhunsheng Wang dare to rescue, fleeing, burning sperm, speeding up.

Ye Chen did not chase him, but smashed the physical body of Xun Peng Zhunsheng King with one palm, forcing him to get rid of the Yuanshen. A quasi-sacred King Yuanshen got out of the way, he lost his advantage and could not escape him.

After beheading this quasi-holy king, he killed the sword with blood stained, and went to chase Jinwu quasi-holy king.

Seeing Ye Chen chasing after him, Jinwu Zhunsheng Wang did not dare to stay. After Jingyuan, he burned the power of Yuanshen, fled the speed, and climbed to the highest point of the monasticism, like a god.

But Ye Chen was quicker, three or five narrowed down to catch up, raised the sky, and Ling Tian cut off.

King Jinwu Zhunsheng was wounded, his back was chopped up with a blood puppet, and through the wound, he could see Canchan's spine, thanks to his profound heritage, or he would be split on the spot.

"Old man fights with you." King Jinwu Zhunsheng drank violently, his face was crazy, blood sacrifice to the gods, the combat power was directly at the level of the Holy King, the body was full of fairy lights, one by one rushed out, each one was wrapped with a magic weapon There were hundreds of them, and he was urged together to chop Ye Chen.

Chaos Ding rushed forward and became as huge as a mountain, with a trembling body, chaotic air raging, and chaotic roads surrounding, crushing hundreds of magical instruments into flying ash.

King Jinwu Zhunsheng was backswept, his flesh cracked, and half of his skull turned into plasma on the spot.

Ye Chen came, standing up to the sky, and the sword in his hand was still bleeding, Ling Tian overlooked him.

"Give me this ... this is the order of the prince. He searched for your old friend everywhere, and would rather kill a thousand, not bad one." King Jinwu Zhunsheng was afraid, and his face was full of fear. Or he was walking on the ground like a dog, begging for his life.

It would be better to kill a thousand, a lucky one. Fortunately, Prince Jinwu won the prize this time. There are indeed Ye Chen's old friends, or relatives, close relatives in his hometown.

Ye Chen silently, only raising his hand slightly, Ling Tian pressed against the head of King Jinwu Zhunsheng, moved the mystery search, searched the soul with a strong force, ignored Jinwu Zhunsheng King Shenhai's restraint, and deprived him of his memory.

King Jinwu Zhunsheng roared painfully, the sea of ​​God buzzed, his head burst, and his body turned into blood mist.

When the screams disappeared, another quasi-sacred king died, and the power of the Yuanshen was swallowed up.

Ye Chen left, and the direction was not the West Desert, but the hinterland of the southern region. The world was frozen. "Xuan Er, Ling Er, wait for some time, I will always be fair to them."