Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The outside world is lively, but the black hole in the space is dull and icy, and the black paint is scary.

Ye Chen, like a fairy, added a splendid scene to the black hole. Since he entered the black hole, he did not stop, saying that he was fleeing when he was white. The Peng people had imperial soldiers, and they could penetrate through the black hole.

I didn't know how long he ran, and he stopped to see that there was no difference in the black hole, and then he stopped slowly.

The jug was out of the pot, and this was a blast, and I was afraid of it. It was as if I had walked away at the gate of the ghost. Many accidents caught him by surprise and made him almost buried.

But fortunately, there was no danger. A six immortal round eyes put a quasi-perfect class together. It was the intention of the ancestor of Xun Peng that gave him a chance to survive, otherwise it would have been seconds.

With a pot of wine, he shot Da Ding and released the awakened Prince Peng Peng.

"Who the **** are you?" When Prince Peng Peng was released, he snarled wildly. He was a pair of golden eyes, but at the moment he was all blood red, and the only thing he could see was 狰狞.

Everything in the Dongfu came too abruptly. A big tripod attracted his attention. He turned his face and was hit with a mallet. He woke up again, only to know how he could tolerate.

Ye Chen sneered, Yuan Shen came out of the flesh and showed his true content, showing his white teeth to Prince Kun Peng, "Prince Kun Peng, I haven't seen you for many days, I wonder if I miss you."

"You ... Ye ... Ye Chen." Prince Kun Peng's eyes were highlighted, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, his eyes were incredible, and his expression was exactly like the old Jinwu.

"It's me." Ye Chen, with his eyes full of coldness, raised his palm, pressed it against the Peng Tianling Cap, and moved the magic of swallowing the sky and the soul-searching technique. "You know, blood debt, you need to pay for it with blood."

"Impossible, this is impossible, you are clearly dead." Prince Kun Peng's roar hysterically, mixed with pain and sorrow, his voice is stern, like the evil spirit of Jiuyou.

Until this moment, he didn't know who counted Jinwu, and he knew who counted the Xunpeng tribe. That person was not someone else, it was the ancient holy body, and he came to claim it.

As an enemy, he was also shocked. Shocked Ye Chen was still alive. Shocked that Ye Chen had such great courage that he dared to go to the Xunpeng tribe to catch him and change him. It was absolutely impossible.

Within three breaths, his **** body collapsed, his blood was swallowed up, and the source could not escape death. The overbearing Yuan Shen was also distorted, and the pure Yuan Shen power was also being swallowed.

When life and death lingered, he was scared. He growled and roared, and really understood what it was to regret. He should not provoke Ye Chen. He should regret not moving his old friend, so that he died in death. This also affected the people. To shame the Kunpeng people, they are sinners through the ages.

The painful roar was soon annihilated. Prince Deng Peng was killed in terror and roar. His noble identity and domineering blood were turned into dust in the years.

"In the next life, you shouldn't mess with anyone." Looking at the flying ash, Ye Chen looked indifferent, but the form was a bit old, and his revenge was revenge. The energy he raised was also stunned. Quite a few wrinkles were added to the corners of the eyes, which made people feel distressed.

"Come, let it go to my brother, and do an altar with you." Yan Long said the words of Yan Long.

"Drink the wool." Ye Chen cursed, returning to normal, stuffing a bag of elixir into Dading, followed by half of the blood and origin of Kunpeng Jinwu.

"This is good." Yan Long grinned, and swallowed the bloodline and the origin directly without mentioning drinking. This is an anti-natural thing, and the bloodline is ordinary, and his combat power will increase dramatically.

Ye Chen ignored the goods, and straight out of the black hole in space, appeared in the mountains.

Ok? Only when he came out, he noticed that the world was not right, and felt a kind of power to suppress it. It was mysterious and powerful, the space was stable a lot, and it was hard to break.

Subconsciously, he looked up at Xu Tian, ​​and immediately saw the Wanted Wanted of the Ten Thousand Clan. It was raging in thunder, with the emperor's prestige manifesting, pressing the everlasting blue sky, making people depressed, extremely powerful. The big characters are very eye-catching: the Eucharist is immortal, and the peoples are endless.

Looking at it, he covered his left eye violently, with blood flowing between his fingers.

His painful roar, the sea of ​​humming, his head cracked, and he was backswept by the Wanted Stele of the Ten Thousand Clan, more precisely the backseat of Emperor Wei, targeting the six fairy eyes.

Suddenly, an ancient divine pattern was added to the pupil of his left eye. It was not the self-styled fairy eye, but the fairy eye was sealed, but an ancient curse, a curse of nine emperors.

"Ye Chen." Ding Zhong Yan Long climbed up, then retreat, and was awakened by Ye Chen's roar.

"Wanted Wanted, I really deserve me." Ye Chen yelled, holding his head in anguish, and even a little embarrassed. The sudden curse caught him off guard.

He seems to recognize that the wanted monuments of the tens of thousands of people are in Jin Wuxunpeng's memory.

It was a terrible wanted, absolutely immortal, and has rarely been used since ancient times. Everyone who can provoke Wanted Orders is not simple.

The breeze blew, Ye Chen almost fell to the ground, and the curse of the nine emperor soldiers left Xianyan no room for resistance. Such bans are unimaginable and overbearing.

It is not difficult for him to think that most of the ancient cities in the Southern Region at this moment have been guarded by strong men of various ethnic groups, and another wave of people searching around and trapped him in this Southern Region. Respecting the emperor soldiers, cursed Xianyan, and denied him the opportunity to use heaven.

Miscalculation, he also miscalculated, failing to account for the accident in the Kunpeng tribe, failing to account for the wanting order of the Wan tribe, and even counting the opponent's powerful curse against his fairy eyes.

Without much thought, he immediately plunged into the ground, cut a cave, and sat there with his knees crossed.

"The southern region is very large. They can't close any exits, and they can go out without the ancient city teleportation array." Yan Long lay at Dingkou and looked at Ye Chen with anxiety.

"You also said that the southern region is vast and boundless. I ca n’t fly out of this southern region without the help of the teleportation array." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, which was very painful.

"That's what to do," Yan Long scratched his head. "Your fairy eyes are blocked. If you catch them, you will be beaten by a group. Most of them will be beaten by a group of quasi-empires, and you will never die."

"I knew this, so I shouldn't go for a ransom, but directly capture Prince Wu Peng's family." Ye Chen rubbed his brows fiercely. "It was an accident that caused so many changes."

"I think the most reliable thing is to go to the peacock family or the sacred ape family for help." Yan Long expressed his thoughts. "It is not difficult to find the emperor to unblock the fairy eyes for you."

"We can think of it, the other person can think of it." Ye Chen shook his head. "Don't have to look at it. The peacock family and the holy ape family are already full of people. It will be difficult for me to find the emperor, even if I can find the emperor Unlocking the fairy eye seal, the curse of the imperial soldiers is too overbearing. "