Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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kill!

war!

Da Chu was confused, shouting and killing, the smoke was mixed, and the blood-stained cloud curtain covered the starry sky of Haoyu, the struggle of the common people, tragic and inhuman, the Xiongguan of Nanchu was filled with corpses and bones, stained with Blood and tears dot the beautiful mountains and rivers.

"Come out, get me out."

Accompanying the tumultuous rumbling, Ye Chen's roar was also hysterical, the war in the north, the calm in the south, in stark contrast, and the same thing, all melted with blood.

Hum! Hum!

Tongming's sarcophagus buzzed, rising one inch above the ground, and one inch of his sacred body blew up an inch. The bright bones were exposed, and it was difficult to stop Tongming's back biting. Before the sarcophagus had risen half, his physical body was extremely Collapsed, leaving only the skull and primordial body supporting.

"I look at him too high, or underestimate you too much." The Emperor is helpless. Although he knows that the Emperor's famine is extremely difficult, I don't know how difficult it is. , Lian Yuanshen's true body also began to fall apart.

The Emperor was silent, and Meiyu was also locked. He had conquered his coercion to the invisible, and even the blood and origin of the Eucharist were hidden to reduce Ye Chentong's difficulty in meditation him.

Who would have thought that, even though he did this, it was still difficult to help Ye Chentongming, even he did not know that his great sanctified body was so heavy that the emperor's holy body could not be moved.

"Come out, get me out."

Ye Chen roared again, the only remaining physical head, bloody, scarlet eyes, blood flowing, the vision was blurred, and every time the sarcophagus was cleared, his skull burst an inch, and the sea of ​​God buzzed. Rumble, there is always the possibility of collapse.

"It can't be done, it can't be done far." The feather king on the side of his body frowned.

Except for the two Supremes, he is the only witness to this emperor's Taoism.

As the peak quasi-perfect emperor, his vision was spiteful. According to Ye Chen's horrific speed, he would die and die completely after he died in the imperial wasteland.

More than the Emperor Ming underestimated Emperor Huang, he underestimated the great sanctified body.

The imperial wasteland is too strong, so strong that even a quasi-empire-level Eucharist can hardly shake him.

Ye Chen ’s Tongming of Emperor Dao also only possesses the qualifications of Tongming, but it is far from reaching. The strength of the Emperor ’s Desolation is not that Ye Chen is too weak, but his Emperor ’s waste is too strong. Juyue, it ’s not just any ants that can move, even if the emperor ’s holy body is not allowed, this is suppressed by the innate rules, and it is difficult to reverse.

Thinking of this, the immortal king said aloud, "Mo Zai forced, quickly withdraw from the underworld."

"Come out, get me out."

Ye Chenzhi, if he hadn't heard it, yelled from his soul, and possessed only the stubbornness of the Eucharist. The hope of life was also his obsession, and he had to fight for death.

"You still have a chance, don't make a fool of yourself." The immortal king said coldly, ready to interrupt the Tongming, but did not want the inheritance of the Eucharist, and was buried because of this Tongming.

As for the opportunity in his mouth, it is not comfort but fact.

You know, Ye Chen only crossed the gate of Zhundi Emperor and did not cross over. In a certain sense, he is not a complete Jundi, but if he crosses Jundi, it will be different.

The ancient ancient Eucharist stands shoulder to shoulder with the emperor and has its own privileges.

This lineage is different from other bloodlines. It has the gates of the quasi-empire and the quasi-temple of the emperor.

The number of robberies is also good, but Nirvana is transformed.

Whether Ye Chen crosses the calamity or not, there are different levels before and after. Therefore, this is the opportunity for Ye Chen. After crossing the quasi-empire, he can hope to pass the Emperor Desolation instead of fearless death at this moment, as long as he lives. It is the greatest hope that the heavens have the opportunity to come back.

How could Ye Chen not understand him?

Of course, this opportunity was costly, and he also knew it well. The whole life of the heavens would not be able to sustain it at that time, and it would be overwhelmed by the floods and the entire army. He can't wait, the heavens can't wait.

"My dear, I miss dad."

"Linger is good, don't look back."

Suddenly, such words resounded in his ears.

It was Ye Ling and Chu Ling. His wife and daughter, stained with red blood, stayed at the walls of Nanchu City, one for father and one for husband, holding up the sky.

Ye Chen was trembling, and she could see Nan Chuxiongguan across thousands of miles.

His wives, at this moment did not look back, did not look back at their Ye Chen, left to her husband, only a **** back, for fear that that momentary look back, disturbed his mind, so for this reason, Just guarding that Nantianmen for him.

The scenes of history are always so strikingly similar.

There is a poor hope, named Ye Chen. Regardless of past and present life, there are always countless ancestors and countless descendants, who stand in front of him without hesitation, willing to protect him, willing to crush his bones, and know the moths are fighting the fire. , Still follow.

Countless backs, just to tell him a word: people are in the city wall.

"The weather is lucky, and it will last forever."

Cang Sheng roared and moved Qian Qiankang.

On the wall of Nanchu, which is full of scars, a blood flower bloomed, more delicate than the other shore flower. It was the self-detonation of the heavens, pulling the piece of Honghuang people to bury their bodies. In this way, at the border of Nanchu, For the tenth emperor of Dachu, a scarlet Great Wall was cast.

what.....!

Ye Chen cried, roaring, mingling with blood and tears, shaking the Three Realms.

His shape changed, his head was about to burst, and he instantly recovered. The golden eyes that were supposed to be engraved were like black holes, the dark hair was like a waterfall, and the strands of blood were turned into red blood, and the sacred ancient sacred body was blown up. One inch, one inch, shaped four limbs, five internal organs, six sacrifice, and eight strange veins, accompanied by magic spirit, a drop of holy blood, turned black.

"Blood following the limit?" Yuhua Xianwang shocked.

That's right, it's the blood following limit.

The scene of history is indeed surprisingly similar. The Lord of Heaven and the King of Da Chu are not alone. He is carrying the blood debts of the heavens and shouldering the hope of life. How can he lack the state of immortality and help? He completed the battle against the sky.

"Okay." Seeing this scene, the Emperor was excited.

Emperor wasteland is also a **** of glory. Ye Chen used blood to extend the boundary to fill up half of the ancient holy body. In this life, he will also be in an undead state, making up for the fighting power of the unleashed heavens, the ancestors of the holy body, It will create an immortal myth like that of Emperor Tu.

"Come out, get me out."

Ye Chen's growl, blessed immortality.

Hum! Hum!

Tongming's sarcophagus, buzzing and shaking, rose from the ground inch by inch, the speed was far from comparable, the whole earth was shaking, which really shook the mountain of Dihuang.

puff! puff!

The price of Tongming is still so tragic. For every inch of the sarcophagus, Ye Chensheng's body will be blown up once. If it is severely damaged by the Emperor Taoxian method, he will be destroyed.

But Ye Chen's obsession did not allow him to let go. The eyes of the black hole were flashing with immortal immortal light. He couldn't lose this battle. If he lost the battle, he would lose Wanwan Cangsheng.

"Is the vein of the Eucharist so stiff?" Murmured the King of Huahua, looking hazy, looking at Ye Chen today, just like looking at the imperial wasteland of that year, his death was blocked in front of the female Emperor Donghua. For his moonlight, the five emperors of the Heavenly Demon Realm battled in blood.

After all, his raised hand slowly dropped.

I wanted to interrupt Ye Chen Tongming. At this time, it seems that there is no need for that. The Eucharist Junior shocked him too much. He was not sure if Ye Chen would be able to get out of the imperial wasteland, but he was willing to give Ye Chen this opportunity, this is a big bet with the heavens as chips.

"Come out, get me out."

In the roar, Ye Chen went mad, at no cost.

puff! puff!

His sacred body, accompanied by the sarcophagus, slowly rises, blows up again and again, and reshapes again and again, and even the undead and bloodless boundaries of the blood can't support Tongming's back bite.

But his madness lit the dawn of that hope.

Bacheng's huge sarcophagus has risen to the ground, revealing the vicissitudes of ancient vicissitudes, and has a powerful breath overflowing. The breath, which belongs to the Dacheng Holy Body Emperor, has not yet been completely cleared, but his A hint of coercion has traversed the two worlds.

puff!

The blood flower blooms again, Ye Chen's sacred body explodes again, and only one illusive primitive **** remains. This time, his sacred body has not been reshaped. To be precise, it is no longer the blood succession limit, and it is no longer dead or injured Because of the backwash of Emperor Dao Tongming, his state is too strong and too strong, so strong that it reverses the rules of the Hades, and is so strong that it shortens the time limit of the blood succession limit.

Looking at the Tongming sarcophagus, more than 90% have risen above the ground.

It paid a terrible price, and this time the Emperor Dao had only one final step.

At this moment, the King of Feathers held his breath.

On the top of the world, the Emperor Ming also held his breath, stared at it, and made all kinds of plans. It was only the last step. If he could save the heavens, would he be able to survive it.

Emperor wasteland stood silently, and from beginning to end, there was no speech.

His sacred body has been illusive to transparent, with a weird state, or the fairy light between Tongming and Tongming has separated him.

As an ancestor of the Eucharist, he believed Ye Chen unconditionally, just as when he sent Ye Chen away, he believed that he could pass through the six reincarnations, something Ye Chen could not do.

"Come out, get me out."

Ye Chen roared, burned the true body as much as possible, sacrificed the Yuan Shen, and concentrated the power of the whole body and the power of the lifelong Tao to the last step, turning it into the fire of the Yuan Shen to offset the overbearing backwash In this way, complete the anti-sky pass.

The prince of Yuhua Xian shivered. This junior is taking his own life in Tongming!

Hum!

When the sarcophagus buzzed, it all came out of the ground. Although it was only three feet tall, it really stood like a giant giant foot of eight thousand feet, standing on the ground, suppressing the immortal vault.

puff!

Ye Chen Yuanshen exploded, leaving only a little grain of rice light, that is the innate fire of Yuanshen, which is annihilated to the extreme. Once this fire is extinguished, Ye Chen is really dead.

seal!

The Emperor of the Emperor Huan hummed and sealed Ye Chen's last elemental fire with great magical power. At the moment of being sealed, Ye Chenyuan's magical fire shot a ray of golden mang into the sarcophagus and gave it Great sanctified body, deserved spirituality.

boom!

The sarcophagus exploded, and a towering figure manifested the world.

At this moment, eternity is fixed, which is of historical significance.

The Great Emperor's Emperor's Desolation, after all ages, is finally returning to the heavens, covered with the dust of time, the hollow eyes are gradually restored to clearness, and the face of Mu Na has carved a touch of human emotion, Carrying an ancient past.

"The years are like a sword!" The vicissitudes of the Emperor Yuhua smiling, looking at the imperial wasteland that was recovering his consciousness, he could not help recalling the years, and the age-old moonlight, that ancient memory, in him In terms of it, it will be the eternal imprint.

"Finally, the merits are fulfilled." The Emperor Ming smiled and sighed with relief, gently brushed the palms, and filled the cracks in the two circles of the human soul again. The time came just right.

Beside him, there is no imperial wasteland, the real imperial wasteland is already in the heavens.

Not to mention, without a supreme-grade good friend, my heart is inexplicably empty, and if I want to find Dihuang amusement, I can only go to the heavens, it will be a long time.

"That king of fairy tales won't slap the emperor!" Yan Luo in the ten halls were all holding hands, one by one, the board was tidy and staring at the desert in the south of Chu.

"Don't say, it's really possible, they are love rivals."

"If I am the King of Feathered Immortals, I will kick my feet even if I do not shoot them out."

"Well, the emperor hasn't recovered anyway, and he didn't know he was captive."

The ten hall Yan Luo is quite sentimental, you say a word to me, the thief talking is happy.

Talking, ten people felt the soles of their feet, and suddenly left the ground, only to feel a glance in front of them, and they saw the mountains and rivers passing by in front of them.

Wow!

The big ghosts and little ghosts in the underworld collectively raised their heads, and their eyes swung left and right along with the direction in which Yan Luofei went out. He watched Yan Luofei go out. I do n’t know how far it went out, but after a long time, I heard it Earth-shattering boom.

The man who shot was the Emperor of the Underworld.

However, Yan Luo's words made him helplessly imaginative and touched his chin meaningfully. He was extremely determined that if he was the King of Feathered Immortals, he would surely kick the Emperor into the desert.

boom!

When he was thinking, a bang came from the wall of Nanchu.

Into the eyes, we saw the Nanchu Xiongguan crossing the east and west, collapsed.

puff! puff! puff!

Countless figures, accompanied by the crushed gravel, flew out. I don't know how many people burst into blood mist and stained each of the blue bricks and each tile.

"Kill, kill me, the chickens and dogs are not left, they are all slaughtered."

The emperors of various ethnic groups in Honghuang hissed, like a lunatic, roaring wildly, and embarrassed like a ghost. After so many days of fighting, they finally broke the wall and became mad and anxious.

kill!

Why do I need to order, such as Wang Yangyang's army of floods and famines, crossed the ruins of the Nanchu city wall, more excited than the emperors of various ethnic groups, scarlet eyes, cruel bloodthirsty, and the blood of the heavens and souls, also made them excited to go mad? Use their blood to put out the anger.

war!

The monks roared, dragged their blood on their bodies, held blood-stained swords, and rushed to the flood. Although the city walls of Nanchu were broken, they were still there, and they were there in the heavens.

boom!

Of course, before the two sides went to war, they heard a boom and shook it.

"No one deceives me."

This cold hum, like the judgment of God, carried Supreme Majesty, spreading from the edge of Nan Chu, spreading all over the world, such as the thunder of all ages, shaking the universe fairy sky.