Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom! boom! boom!

The great disaster of the ancient Eucharist, accompanied by the blast of the sky, every sound is like a death knell, knocking for the female Eucharist, shaking the minds of the quasi-perfect emperor.

Suddenly, he heard the Phoenix hissing.

The **** red face of the sacred body was reborn in the fire, and became a Taoist figure, that is, the golden phoenix, the wings of the phoenix spreading out, the brilliant golden radiance falling, and the dyeing of the heavenly golden cane.

After that, there was the sound of dragons, one hundred and thirty holy bodies, whose shape seemed to change because of her, and the golden divine dragons were uniformly formed. Each scale reflected the dazzling light.

A phoenix and one hundred and three dragons are all golden and dazzling. They compete in the heavens, and they can see the blood of the sky, the golden blood pouring like rain, mostly red blood.

"Yanxian Sword?" Someone murmured suddenly.

The quasi-perfect emperors also felt that nothing was happening on the surface, and no action was taken.

"Just see?" Ren Wang shook his hand.

The quasi-perfect emperor didn't say a word, glanced at the king and Ye Chen, and looked at the two people's faces. It should have been known that the king Wang Tian's calculations, his vision was extremely high, and it was not surprising to find out.

As for Ye Dashao, he has deep grievances with Xun Xianjian. He has his own connection in the meditation, and he can easily perceive it without going to see it. The prospective emperors are not surprised.

Even they could perceive that there is no reason why Emperor Huang could not.

The Dacheng Sacred Body hasn't started yet, most of them are waiting for the time, but because the Xianxian sword is too weird, or it will kill in one hit, and then wait for the second move, most of the Xianxian sword has fled.

"It's a great skill." Di Lao sighed, and was resurrected when he was destroyed by the Great Sacred Body. In his memory, there has never been any kind of magic weapon, such as Wei Xianjian.

He didn't know, Ye Chen was clear, and once heard the words of the Emperor, the most exquisite Jianxian sword can be the second emperor. Although it fell to the rank, it still has magical powers.

From this we can see the existence of the master of Wu Xianjian.

Suddenly, the imperial wasteland standing quietly moved, without warning, and punched to nothingness, able to lock the 诛仙 剑 through the endless 缥缈, but to kill it.

In your opinion?

In nothingness, the word of silence is passed down, from the sword of Xun Xian.

boom!

The nothingness collapsed, and the one who was blown by the Emperor's fist saw the blood pouring, but the Xianxian sword was not seen, and the blood belonged to the woman in white. At that moment, the Xianxian sword broke away from her flesh, broke the void and fled. It is regrettable that the woman in white, under the attack of the Dacheng Eucharist, died in ash, but unfortunately let the **** Xianxian flee.

Hey!

The quasi-perfect emperors sighed, and they fell asleep and fell asleep in the future. The non-imperial famine was not strong enough. It was that the Xianxian sword was too weird, and when it was strong, it was weak, but it was a godsend.

boom! boom! boom!

The battle of the heavens was fierce to the extreme, turning the phoenix's beauty and returning to the human form. The same is true of the one hundred and thirty holy bodies. No matter what form they are, they are more than attacking.

On this day, the battle of Hong Yan was extremely difficult. The sacred body didn't know how many times it broke, and how many times, it was almost buried in heaven, and it really shocked it.

Fortunately, she finally came over and reached the time limit.

When the roar extinguished, one hundred and thirty quasi-perfect emperors, no more attacks, such as rounds of the sun, filled with the heavens, and the faint Jinhui faded away bit by bit.

It can be seen that each of the holy bodies is smiling, and the body gradually dissipates. Before leaving, they all smiled at Hong Yan, and the rule of Emperor Huang was no exception.

"Congratulations to our ancestors."

Ye Chen stepped forward, bowed his hands, and paid respectfully to the one hundred and thirty Eucharists. As a younger generation, he should also have such a etiquette. This is the first time since the practice that he saw the Eucharist gathered together. Each of them has created an immortal myth.

Under the watchful eye of the quasi-perfect emperors, the one hundred and thirty Eucharist eventually disappeared.

The avenue is too high in the sky, and only Hongyan is left, covered with blood, and the whole body of Jinmang is dim to the extreme, shivering, shaking, and standing still.

She was so badly wounded that she was besieged by one hundred and thirty holy bodies, bleed blood again and again, and the holy body burst out again and again.

After all, she fell too high.

Ye Chen stepped up to the sky, supported it, and advanced to Dacheng. The goddess of this girl was not ordinary and heavy, and she smashed him on the verge of inattention.

"It's your source, it's time to pay you back." The female Eucharist smiled tiredly.

After that, I saw a golden fairy sea flying out of her body.

"How sorry." Ye Chen grinned, though she said so, but she was not idle, she received the golden fairy sea, and after a few decades, she left half of the Eucharist, and she returned. In his body, the origins merged and reunited.

At this moment, his sacred body trembled, Jinmang shot, and it was dazzling.

The sky, because of its majestic blood, Weng humming, the source is complete, he was a strong one point, the second emperor of the emperor, as a result, jumped to the third emperor of the emperor, see The quasi-perfect emperors, with their mouths so straight, are so casual that they are so breakthrough.

"Yes, I can't beat him." Tian Lao coughed dryly.

"It's like you've played it before." Di Lao glanced, and his old eyes looked like a engraved sentence: "How many pounds are there in my heart, and there's no point in my heart."

I didn't do it, and gave me a look: you are not as good as me, have a face to say I?

The quasi-perfect emperor sighed, if in the future he would like to sacrifice Ye Chen, fearing that it would not be possible. The quasi-perfect emperor is the third, and although his combat power is still less than them, who can catch him!

"Long-lost feeling." Ye Chen took a deep breath, eyes full of comfort.

Hong Yan smiled, crooked in Ye Chenhuai.

As she progressed to Dacheng, she no longer had regrets in her body. Because of a big robbery, she filled the loopholes, and no longer needed Ye Chen's origin. This robbery was a fortune to her.

"Go home." Ye Chen smiled, carried the female holy body, and went straight to Dachu.

"Why don't you take a break, I'll carry it back?" Wang Bianer Bianer followed, and it was rare that the female holy body fainted. What had to be done, really does not change the insignificant nature.

"You want to memorize it, you come." Ye Chen was casual.

"It would be better to be respectful, then." Wang Lehe, rubbing his hands forward.

"Get out." Fainted red face exuded a word.

"Success." The King turned and walked away, exactly ... it was running, it was really crisp and clear. Obviously, this girl is pretending to sleep, and if you dare to step forward, you can call him with a slap, there is a kind of Human tofu is inedible, just like the female Eucharist.

"I'm awake, let's go alone!" Ye Chen said with a lip, blaming the body of Hongyan. He was so heavy. He was carrying an individual on the surface, but a mountain in fact.

Hongyan didn't say a word, clutching Ye Chen's hands on her neck, holding her tighter, for fear that Ye Chen would leave her, her pale cheeks, affixed to her back, extra warm.

At this moment, she looked like a great holiness, more like a little daughter-in-law.

"The old man's finger counted, a good cabbage, let the pig arch again."

"No, it's a flower that's stuck in someone."

"The parable of the two is really an image."

Ye Chen was walking in front of him, an old guy, holding back and walking behind him. You said something to me, the thief talking was happy, and he made this picture vividly.

Otherwise, it is the tenth emperor of Dachu! It ’s urine, and the newly-made Sanctuary has just been abducted, and I want to stab him in the future.

Nonsense, nonsense, joy.

In the heavens, there are two sacred bodies. The real two supreme bodies are quite imaginative. If the demon invades again, it will be extremely lively, and the emperor will be embarrassed.

There is also Ye Chen and Hong Yan. It is no accident that they will become a pair. The two ancient and holy bodies are combined. It is unprecedented. If a small doll is created, it will definitely be a fragrant dish.

By then, the body of condemnation may not be enough.

The crowd drifted away, starlight, and the back gradually blurred.

The emperor has not returned yet, stands in Cangyu, and looks away.

The most viewed Eucharist is Ye Chen and Hongyan, the two ancient Eucharists, a pair created in heaven, and if they are combined, it will definitely be an event of all ages.

When he closed his eyes, he turned silently, looking for the fairy sword. He would go away. He must remove this evil. With it, the heavens can only lay alive and blame, and who can be its opponent.