Hearing the sound, all the people present looked back and looked behind.
In the eye, you can see a golden figure, stepping on the star river. Every time the sole of the foot falls, it makes the sky roar.
It was Ye Chen, who finally came. He was covered with ghosts and masks. His murderous spirit was as fierce as the God of death from hell.
"There are people who are not afraid to die." The nine princes of the Golden Dragon laughed and looked at the sky with interest.
"If a saint dares to make mistakes, I will suppress them." Behind the ninth prince, an old man hums coldly.
"Step back." The ninth Prince of the Golden Dragon waved his hand and licked his scarlet tongue
"Who is that man?" The monks at the bottom talked and looked at Ye Chen. However, they could not do enough. They could not see through the true face of Ye Chen. They only knew the murderous spirit of Ye Chen, which made people tremble.
"80% of them are old friends of xizun. They have come to the rescue this time."
"It''s just the saint''s realm, but it''s not enough for the golden dragon to stop his teeth. Don''t you want to die?" Worries have come and gone.
While speaking, ye Chen has arrived and goes straight to the stone platform. The four monks are very tacit and make way for him.
Even the jinni people, who were guarding the stone platform, also gave way to the road with a grim smile and let Ye Chen go straight up.
Ye Chen said nothing. He waved and broke the iron chain that hung Xi Zun and held it on a soft cloud.
"Go, go." Xi Zun''s eyes are dim. His voice was weak and hoarse. Blood gushed from his mouth. His long, disordered hair covered half of his face. He was invisible and the fire of life was annihilated.
"Don''t talk." Ye Chen said in a light way that the palm of his hand was pasted on the back of xizun to instill the rolling true force, to stabilize his heart pulse with the origin of holy body, and to stabilize his heart platform with Yuan Shen.
"Damn it." Kui Niu furiously scolds, the cow eye blood red.
Is this still xizun? The xuanhuang xizun in his memory is solemn and dazzling, like the incarnation of a God.
But now, more like a beggar, like a dog.
All this was given by the golden dragon, which destroyed all the Buddhas in the western desert, and made the land stained with blood.
"Have a good rest." Ye Chen brushed his hand and let xizun fall into a deep sleep, and then sent it into the copper furnace.
"If you dare to come here, you are by no means an unknown person. You should be named." The ninth Prince of the Golden Dragon smiles and looks down at Ye Chen.
"You don''t need to know." Ye Chen is calm and frightening.
"Looking for death." The Golden Dragon on the stone platform, holding the battle dagger, came up around. They all laughed grimly and looked terrible.
Ye Chen moved, step down, instant body disappeared.
The next scene, some strange, not see his figure, but see the golden dragon head rolling down one after another.
Hundreds of golden dragons were killed in three seconds.
The monk opened his mouth and looked at the stone platform. The headless golden dragon was still holding the pestle. His neck was smeared with blood, and the stone platform was bloody.
It''s shocking. You know, it''s a golden dragon.
How can the golden dragon exist? The first living creatures in heaven and earth are so domineering. There are hundreds of Jinyu people, many of whom are quasi saints, who are exterminated by a saint for three seconds.
The most depressing is those golden dragons who are killed by seconds.
Vaguely visible, that every head rolling off the stage, a pair of eyes, are highlighted incredible, people did not look at, they were killed, crisp.
With a trace of blood blowing, ye Chen shows his true shape again. His murderous spirit is fierce. His sword is still bleeding at the moment.
"Interesting." The ninth Prince of the Golden Dragon laughs, but he is calm and still lies on his back. He does not care for his family''s death. He does not even frown. He is not shocked by Ye Chen''s fighting power.
"And more interesting." Ye Chen goes straight to the tower.
"I can''t do more than I can." When a holy king is killed, the palm evolves the secret method, covering the sky with one hand.
"Go away." Ye Chen blows it into a blood mist.
Seeing this, all the friars in the four directions are pumping air. That''s the holy king! But it was smashed by a saint.
"I''ll catch him alive." Golden Dragon nine Prince sneers.
Under the command, the old man behind him killed him step by step. He was a great saint, and the sky was humming with awe.
However, the next moment, he will come back, by Ye Chen a fist blow back, a forced to pretend is a rare crash.
What''s more, before he stopped his body, a spear arrived and nailed him to death on the tower.
His eyes, highlighted, full of depression, want to ask, you a saint, why so strong.
Unfortunately, he did not have a chance. Many secret arts were not performed, so he was killed and the yuan God was also killed.
The friars below were petrified. Their eyes were staring straight. The saints destroyed the great saints and subverted the outlook on life.
The ninth Prince of Jinjiu is not calm. He has stood up and defeated the sage with one move. Is he a quasi emperor?
"That''s interesting." Ye Chen with blood to kill the sword, step by step to the tower, his smile, let people fear.
"Kill him, take him down for the king." The ninth Prince of the Golden Dragon retreated and roared with ferocious colors.As the words fell, thousands of people were slaughtered, including great saint level and holy King level, or magic tools, or supernatural powers, or killing array, which were overwhelming to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen''s body is like a ghost. He shrinks to an inch to escape. He goes into the enemy''s array and sweeps with a sword and blood.
"Suppress it for me." A golden dragon sage drank a lot and urged the mirror of this life tool to come to Ye Chen Gai in the air.
"Your sister." The sword in Ye Chen''s hand roared and moved, blooming the quasi emperor''s power. He cut out a bright immortal river like tofu, and cut the mirror into two parts.
This life tool was broken, the Golden Dragon sage vomited blood and turned out, his old eyes shrunk into the size of a needle tip, "quasi emperor soldiers."
"That''s right." Ye Chen came in a flash, and with a sword, he pierced his eyebrows and cut off his real body.
"Kill." The second great sage of jinni clan killed him. Thousands of secret methods were melted into one finger and came straight to Ye Chen''s eyebrows.
Ye Chen sneered and suddenly raised his hand. He grasped the finger of the Golden Dragon and broke it directly.
The next moment, the Golden Dragon sage knelt down and his head was cut off. The escaped yuan Shen could not escape Ye Chen''s death.
"Trap him." There was a big drink in all directions, but the four great saints joined forces to sacrifice the battle array and formed a cage. Ye Chen was locked into it, which had the power of annihilation.
This is the jinni clan''s blocking array. It''s ancient and mysterious. It''s enough to seal off the Dasheng level in an instant. It''s very domineering.
However, although the array is strong, it is not threatening to Ye Chen. The cage has just taken shape and is cut out by Ye Chen with a sword, just like a dragon rushing out.
"I make you sleepy." Ye Chen drank coldly. After he rushed out, he killed and killed a great sage instantly.
"Together, kill him." The three golden dragons hissed, and a group of holy Kings also came up to kill them, and made a big move.
"A group of rats." Ye Chen laughs, opens and closes, wantonly dances to kill the sword, the Golden Dragon falls in pieces.
He is like the God of war, invincible, in the thousands of golden dragons, like entering the realm of no man, until he killed to the madness.
The picture is bloody. The blood is like rain. The turbulent blood mist covers the stars and moonlight. Under the sky, it becomes a Shura. A god of killing reaps life.
"Dust night, he is dust night." Some of the monks exclaimed, as if they recognized who ye Chen was, and hissed to the sky.
"The great people of Honghuang guarded the coast, and he landed."
"No wonder, no wonder it''s so powerful." The old friars are also excited, and their blood is boiling. Compared with the battle of xuanhuang Xinghai, now this is just a little fuss.
"Happy, really happy, kill him into a mountain."
"No, it''s impossible." Looking at the tower, the ninth Prince''s face was as pale as paper. He fell back and was frightened to shiver.
Prince jinni, at this moment, there is no previous calm and self-contained manner, just like a lost dog.
How could he have thought that it was the night of dust that killed him? How could he not know that tens of thousands of warships of Honghuang''s six clans, a dozen of quasi emperors and millions of friars were killed and defeated in xuanhuang star sea. How could they be able to win such a cruel man.