"Born." Ye Chen let out a leisurely voice, twisted his neck, and threw away the bloody arm of the slut.

Looking at the slaughter again, I was lying in a human-shaped pit. Not only did the internal organs move, but the whole person was twisted.

Ye Chen was not falling, and he finally had a chance to breathe, and finally he recovered from his awakening. His eyes were prominent, covered with bloodshot, and he was hideous and terrifying, staring at Ye Chen.

"Is it fun?" Ye Chen squatted down, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, and said with a smile that he really deserves a beating.

"No... impossible, this is impossible." The Nine Emperors of Wu opened their mouths, and every time they said a word, their mouths gushed blood. The veins were exposed. They wanted to get up, but they were weak, their body was broken, and even their souls were broken. It was a miracle that he was still alive this time.

He couldn't accept it, and he couldn't accept his defeat in this battle.

He was a prince, a prince of the Jade tribe, and his bloodline was so noble that he was defeated by the hands of a cultivator.

Moreover, from the start of the fight, I didn't turn over, but was thrown into a half-dead again and again.

His arrogance was worthless at this moment. This is a great shame and will never be erased for the rest of his life.

"Nothing is impossible." Ye Chen stood up, raised his foot, and stomped on the head of Prince Wu's Ninth Prince, waved his hand and pulled out his soul and held it in his hand.

"Beautiful." Kui Niu roared excitedly in the copper furnace.

Back then, he was killed by the ninth prince of the lord. Now, his brother Ye Chen has won a game for him and will continue his blood debts in the past and present lives.

"Beautiful job." Below, Xiao Yuanhuang, Long Jie and others also roared, extremely excited, and almost jumped onto the platform.

"Beautiful." The young monks howled louder and louder. Since the great clans of the prehistoric world were unsealed, the younger generation of the heavens had such a long face and defeated the prince of the prehistoric world for the first time. The anger that had been so depressed for two years finally came out.

"There are talents in the country and the world." Jiang Taixu and Mo Yuan both smiled gently, feeling relieved. As the two great geniuses in the prehistoric era, they were not as stunning as him back then.

"Kill." The quasi-emperor of the Jade tribe was furious and moved the imperial army.

However, in just one second, he was suppressed by the Holy Ape Emperor and the others, and almost bleeded in Xutian.

Go and see the quasi-emperors of other great clans in the prehistoric world. They should chat and drink, and they should be treated as if they hadn't seen it.

The same thing is true, I don’t feel sorry for not being from my family.

Below, Ye Chen did not destroy the soul of the ninth prince of the dynasty, but sealed it into a copper furnace and gave it to Kuiniu.

"Don't pull me." Kui Niu rolled up his sleeves and held this whip in his hand. It was surrounded by lightning and lightning. It was a magic weapon targeting the soul, obtained from the prehistoric clan.

Next, he showed his power, whip after whip, and threw it on the body of the Ninth Prince of Shin-Ku. Each whip could shake the body of the Ninth Prince of Shin-Ku.

The ninth prince of Shin-Jiu screamed, and the pain from his soul was so painful that he fainted, but Kui Niu was not willing to give up. What a fierce master, he was still waving his whip violently.

"Who else?" Ye Chen's words rang out in the outside world, and he looked at the other princes in the prehistoric world with interest, "Who will come next, or wait for me."

"Destroy you, I am enough." Hearing a loud shout, the ninth prince of Tengshe came up. Perhaps because his body was too heavy, the battle platform he stepped on collapsed when he fell.

This guy's aura was even more powerful than the Ninth Prince of Wu. His turbulent aura was surging, his eyes were like torches, his long purple hair, and his strands were dyed with brilliant divine light.

His bloodline is as majestic as a river and sea, with a vast qi and blood. The inheritance of the imperial Tao has innately integrated a supreme Tao.

"Little kid, just fight, I will block the soldiers when they come, and I will cover the water when they come." The barbarian quasi-emperor shouted, and the quasi-emperor level shouted to the heaven and earth, shaking the entire Tiantian Mountains, trembling loudly.

There were still tears in his eyes, because his grandson, the Barbarian Son of God, died in the hands of the Ninth Prince of Tengshe.

For this reason, the younger generation of barbarians came to the stage to take revenge, but one by one was stronger than the other. Until today, there are very few of his barbarians, all thanks to the Tengshe.

It is obviously impossible to expect the younger generations of the barbarians to take revenge, so they can only rely on others. And that person is the young man in a mask below. Even if he fights to die, he will support Ye Chen....

"I will definitely not let my senior down." Ye Chen said with a loud voice, and he also knew that the barbarian god was dead at the hands of the Tengser tribe.

"I can't overestimate my ability." The Ninth Prince of Tengshe sneered and disappeared in an instant. There was no other figure on the battlefield. Even if he was at the quasi-emperor level, he would be amazed secretly.

Ye Chen was like a statue, standing quietly, still moving.

Although the body skills of the Ninth Prince of Tengshe are mysterious, they have nowhere to hide in the present moment of reincarnation, and he can clearly capture them.

The next moment, he moved, but he turned his head slightly.

But when he saw a red killing sword, he suddenly stabbed out from behind him and attacked the true body of the soul. It was a killing blow, and the killing sword was stabbed against Ye Chen's head.

"I underestimate you." Tengshe snorted coldly and disappeared in an instant.

"You are too weak." Ye Chen sneered and disappeared.

The picture was a bit weird. There was no one on the battle stage, but there was a rumbling sound, left and right, east and west, lightning tearing, and blood splashing, dyeing the battle stage.

The young monks scratched their heads, and they could not find traces of the two.

People like Long Jie were rubbing their eyes and dazzled their eyes.

For example, the older generation, their eyes swing up and down, and their eyes are extremely high and they can see clearly.

With a rumbling sound, the space exploded, and a bloody figure fell down, smashing a pit on the battle stage. After looking carefully, I realized that it was the Ninth Prince of Tengshe.

His form is no longer awkward, but miserable, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, countless scars, and blood holes, terrifying. Through the wound, you can see muscles and bones, and your eyes are very scarlet.

"Are you happy?" Ye Chen also appeared, smiling happily.

"I don't believe it." The ninth prince of Tengshe roared and rushed over, with a divine light reaching Ye Chen's eyebrows.

"Then I will make you believe it." Ye Chen suddenly stretched out his palm.

Impartially, the ninth prince of Tengshe pointed and was grabbed by him, then used force to break it directly. His kick was domineering and leaking his blood.

The Tengshe stepped back, and every time he took a step back, he had blood-colored footprints. Before he could stop his body, Ye Chen came in an instant, grabbed his wrist and swung it up.

Then, with a roar, the Ninth Prince of Tengshe also had close contact with the Zhantai. A human-shaped pit was squirting into a slight 3 meters high.

When the monks from all directions saw it, they tugged at the corner of their mouths, "What's wrong with this child? He likes to throw people so much, and he still hates him."

"Bastard." The quasi-emperor of the Tengser Clan was furious and could not bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up, his cold murderous intent covered the world.

"Get back." The ancient dragon emperor snorted coldly, carrying the dragon sword to climb up the sky, and the quasi-emperor of the spirit clan and the quasi-emperor of the ancient clan were blocked. They were all carrying the Dao Emperor's weapons, with three to one, absolutely suppressing them.

The Quasi Emperor Tengshe was very embarrassed. As soon as he came up, he was shocked and blew up blood and almost buried in Xutian.

"Honghuang, help me with the war." One person cannot defeat three families. The quasi-emperor of Tengshe also roared and summoned other clans to help. The bloody eyes were scarlet, gritted teeth, and were violent and bloodthirsty. The dignified Tengshe clan of Tengshe was so humiliated.

However, although his shout was loud, the quasi-emperors of other races were all sitting firmly on Mount Tai, doing whatever they should do, and there was no way to get up to help the quasi-emperor of Tengshe.
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