Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The sky and the ten thousand realms were roaring, and the war started in the vast sky, and the heavens resisted. The fire of war burned the vast starry sky. Every star field and every star had a great battle, covering the ten thousand realms, and the stars exploded, and the figures turned into blood mist, cracked swords, spears, swords and halberds, broken limbs and broken arms, and the fire-burning battle flags floated all over the starry sky of the ten thousand realms.

The heavens were defeated all the way, and it was hard to defeat the attack of the prehistoric world. The starry sky was full of the heavens who were hunted down. It was not that they were not strong enough, but because the prehistoric world had too big battles and were suppressed by absolute combat power.

Compared to the outside world, the dead star where Ye Chen is located is quite quiet.

It was late at night that he walked out of the dusty space, his injuries had recovered, and his gold and blood were magnificent.

Under the moon, he covered a black robe, covered the opportunity with the sky, sneaked out the ancient stars, and could see the surging blood mist floating from the depths of the starry sky, covering the dazzling starlight, shouting, howling, roaring, and screaming endlessly, trembling in his heart. It was not a death knives, but it was intertwined into a burial song to see off the heroic souls of the heavens.

Zheng!

Ye Chen took a quasi-emperor sword, blessed the Taoist sword, and headed straight to the nearest star field. There was a big battle there, and there was a great fluctuation, with a halo of nirvana spreading all directions.

When the killing arrives, I see a miserable scene: the star field is full of corpses, there are people from the prehistoric world, as well as heavenly beings, among the heavenly beings, there are mysterious people, some in the Great Chu, and some in the underworld. The starry sky is stained with blood, and it is bloody, like a Shura field.

As for the war, it was still going on. There were thousands of powerful people in the prehistoric world who were sieging and killing a cultivator of the heavens. In other words, he was the only one left in the wave of people who were sieged and killed. He was still struggling to break through several times, but he was blocked back by the powerful people in the prehistoric world.

"Zixiao Zhenren." From a distance, Ye Chen saw who was surrounded and killed. Isn't it the grandfather of Emperor Jiuxian? The youngest quasi-emperor in the world, well, to be precise, the youngest quasi-emperor in name, because his legend has long been broken by the world. The alien in the world, after reincarnation, became the quasi-emperor at the age of only two hundred.

At this moment, the real person of Jiuxiao was really miserable. He was wearing armor and was covered in blood, covered with countless scars, and many blood and bones were exposed. He seemed to have become a bloody man. He was trying his best to fight. The opponent's lineup was too large and he was almost killed many times.

kill!

Ye Chen roared lowly, sweeping through the evil spirit from his soul, and attacking the prehistoric crowd.

"You...Ye Chen..." A great saint suddenly changed his expression.

puff!

Ye Chen raised his sword and fell, slashed his head with one sword, and even his soul was killed.

"Seeking for help." Seeing that it was Ye Chen, a quasi-emperor of the prehistoric emperor shouted and rushed to Ye Chen to kill him. His request for help fell into people's ears. It was quite ironic. There were three quasi-emperor realms in thousands of powerful people in the prehistoric emperor realms, and in addition to hundreds of sages of the prehistoric king realms, there were also many holy king realms. In such a big formation, facing a small sage, he even asked for help.

However, if you think about it carefully, Ye Chen is an ancient holy body. His cultivation is the greatest saint, and he is still the highest saint. His combat power is extremely powerful. Even the peak quasi-emperor may not be able to take it. He was able to move more than 400 clan emperors and six extreme Taoist emperors before, which shows his terror.

"Blood debt and blood repayment." Ye Chen snorted coldly, instead of retreating, he advanced directly, attacked the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world, slashed out a dazzling fairy river with one sword, and cut open the starry sky, slashing the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world, flying.

"Suppress." The eight quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world arrived, each forming seals, and imposing a seal formation.

roar!

The powerful dragon roars sounded, and eight dragons suddenly appeared, and eight divine dragons swung their tails and dominated them.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The eight great saints surrounding the world were thrown out without exception, their bodies were blown away, and their souls were destroyed, and they were destroyed in seconds, saving their screams.

So fierce, all the powerful men in the prehistoric world were shocked to retreat.

The Great Sage of the Prehistoric World and the Quasi-Emperor were all good, but the Holy King and the Saint had their faces pale, and even the hands holding the sword were trembling. Although their eyes were red, they were full of fear.

That is the trembling from the soul.

It seems that in their eyes, Ye Chen is not a person, but a god, a cold killing god.

Compared to the powerful man in the prehistoric world, Jiuxiao Zhenren smiled tiredly and was chased all the way. His old comrades were buried in the starry sky, with no bones left, and how tragic he died. If Ye Chen had not been killed, he would not have escaped the end of being destroyed.

puff!

When the Jiuxiao Real People were surprised and when the people in the prehistoric world were afraid, blood suddenly splattered.

When both sides shook their minds, they were shocked to see a starry sky with a head rolling down. One of the quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world was slashed by Ye Chen with a sword, and Ye Chen had a reincarnation mark on his body. This time, his head was cut by a sword. Ye Chen was naturally using the flying thunder god.

"Save me." The quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world screamed, and his soul escaped from his body.

"Where to go?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, caught up with him, blessed the nine gods on the immortal sword, and wiped out the soul of the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world and destroyed it.

"Retreat." Another quasi-emperor of the prehistoric emperor shouted and immediately ordered his retreat. Ye Chen was a monster. If he wanted to fight him, he would at least have the eighth level of quasi-emperor of the Heaven. Obviously, he was not qualified. No one present was qualified. So what about thousands of strong people? It was not enough for him to kill. For example, Ye Chen and others, unless the peak quasi-emperor, anyone would die.

"Senior, go back to the Great Chu." Ye Chen left a word, chasing the escaped people of the prehistoric world.

The real person of Jiuxiao wanted to help the battle, but he couldn't stand firmly when he stepped out, his qi and blood were depressed, and his magic power was exhausted. Although he had the power to fight, he was actually at the end of his strength.

Why!

With a sigh, he brushed his hand and sacrificed the Domain Sect. It would be a burden to chase after him. What he had to do was to return to the Great Chu to heal his wounds as soon as possible to deal with the more violent attacks in the prehistoric world. The underworld has been broken, and next is the Great Chu Heavenly Sect.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

On the other side of the starry sky, blood was like rain. The people who escaped from the prehistoric world, Duna and Ye Chen, were usually caught up, and they would die. Who can stop them under the quasi-emperor?

"Seeking for help, asking for help." The quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world was screaming all the way, so he ran fast, his cultivation was not good, and his combat power was not good, so he dared not turn around and fight with Ye Chen.

Even he is like this, let alone other people in the prehistoric world, who only care about escaping and not fighting at all.

Ye Chen kept chasing, his eyes shone coldly. The killing sword in his hand had been replaced by the Immortal Fire God Bow and the Thunder Divine Arrow. He chased and shot all the way, and his accurate head was quite good. Every arrow shot out, a powerful man in the prehistoric world exploded. The legendary name one by one, and he was mentioned.

Compared to the entire battle, he, the most pleasing monk of the heavens who were wandering outside, was not being chased, but he was different, one chased thousands of people.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The starry sky was buzzing and trembling. When the powerful people nearby heard the request for help, they gathered together. When they heard Ye Chen, they were even more excited. Even the starry sky farther away was affected. A large number of people surrounded him, and there were many peak quasi-emperor realm. Before they could see the figure, they saw the aura of the prehistoric world, like a sea rolling, and a wisp of heavy as a mountain, crushing the starry sky.

Ye Chen was unheard of this, holding a divine bow and arrow, he harvested the lives of the prehistoric people. If he catches up, he will never openly remarks. If he sweeps his palm, no one can escape the extinction.

Thousands of powerful men in the prehistoric world were not ordinary miserable. Less than a hundred of them had been killed. The holy king and the saint were all destroyed, leaving only the great saint and the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world, and fled for despair.

"You can't leave." Ye Chen said withered and silent, and he stepped across the vast and empty domain. He passed the powerful man in the prehistoric world and blocked the starry sky ahead. His murderous aura was cold and his anger was overwhelming.

"Together, kill him." The quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world shouted loudly, his scarlet eyes were full of madness, and he sacrificed his natal magic weapon, a divine mirror, blooming with thousands of immortal lights.

At the same time, dozens of great saints of the prehistoric world also took action one after another, and their natal magic weapons were all out, either killing swords, divine swords, copper furnaces, or pagodas, shining with various colors of light, like stars, dotted with the starry sky, urging as much as possible, pressing towards Ye Chen.

Buzz!

Whenever in this situation, Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron is quite conscious and rushes out of the divine sea on its own. The body of the cauldron is thick and becomes like a mountain. The chaotic air flows overflows, the character Dunjia Tian is also circulated, and the immortal light is surrounded by the Taoist principles, and the sound of the Dao is intertwined.

Pound! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Chaos Cauldron is as domineering as ever, and there is no secret technique. He bumped all the way. The quasi-emperor-level divine mirror exploded. Dozens of great holy soldiers, one after another, and the fragments of the collapsed magic weapon were swallowed by the Chaos Cauldron to be used as nourishment for the cauldron body.

Puff! Puff!

The magic weapon was broken, and the powerful people in the prehistoric world were all backfired, and they all blew their blood and retreated.

Wan Jian Chaozong!

Ye Chen shouted coldly, his fingers were cold, and he pointed to that place from afar.

Immediately, thousands of swords roared, and each sword light blessed with immortal fire and thunder, and was also portrayed by the gods. It was a group attacking technique, and it was also a single attacking method, which pierced the starry sky with holes.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The powerful men in the prehistoric world suffered great disasters. Apart from the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world, the remaining saints of the prehistoric world were all penetrated on the spot. Ten thousand swords of the sect destroyed the body, the immortal fire and the sky thunder destroyed the origin, the gods killed the soul, and the magical powers of group attacks were suddenly used to kill the result.

Now, the starry sky is much quieter.

The quasi-emperor of the prehistoric emperor fell and couldn't stop retreating. The quasi-emperor was full of fear. Only when he really fought with Ye Chen did he realize that he was terrible. Even the open-air emperor's son was destroyed. His young emperor level had refreshed his shocked bottom line.

As he retreated, he actually ran away and fled in a panic.

Buzz!

The Chaos Cauldron was humming, and the Lingtian was pressing down. It was as heavy as a mountain. A quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world was destroyed by it, leaving only the soul, which could not be distorted.

"Born for me." The quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world roared, burning the power of his soul, and raising the Chaos Cauldron.

Unfortunately, although he broke through the pressure of the Chaos Cauldron, he was unable to avoid Ye Chen's extermination. The Feng Shen's sword had arrived and pierced through his soul's head, which was really a killer.

After destroying the quasi-emperor of the Great Destiny, Ye Chen hid in nothingness and fled straight to one side. Wherever he went, the fragments of magic weapons and storage bags scattered by the dead Great Destiny people were all taken away by him.

It’s a war! Those who win will have to collect spoils. They didn’t have time to collect them before, so they can’t pull them down this time. It doesn’t matter if they have magic weapons and illegal weapons. What he wants is elixirs and the elixirs he consumes are ready to fight guerrillas with the prehistoric world. Since they fight guerrillas, they have to keep up with their equipment.

"Those who capture Ye Chen will be appointed as the king."

"Those who destroy Ye Chen will appreciate the Nine-patterned Pill."

Such cold shouts spread throughout the vast starry sky, carrying supreme majesty, like the verdict of the king, and should not be disobeyed, like the eternal thunder, the trembling immortal dome of the universe.

Accompanied by the shouts, the powerful people who were surrounded and killed from all directions were approaching the starry sky infinitely.

Looking down at nothingness, the formation was not ordinary, like four dark oceans, swallowing up an inch of the starry sky, shattering the stars, crushing the star field, and crushing the star field, with countless of them, among which, there are countless quasi-emperor realm, driving ancient chariots, holding cold warriors, and showing their ferocious faces.

"Catch me?" Ye Chen sneered and escaped into the dusty space. The starry sky is so big, and you can search inch by inch to find out my name and take your surname.

Indeed, the starry sky is vast and boundless. Even the huge stars are as small as gravel, not to mention the gravel in the sand, so small that unless you have the magical powers that go against the sky, who can find it? Ye Da Shao’s escape method is unparalleled in the world.

Soon, the army of prehistoric times arrived and surrounded the starry sky that had fought earlier.

"Where is the human?" A quasi-emperor of the Kuiba tribe shouted violently.

"The previous request for help came from this starry sky." A quasi-emperor of the Qiongqi clan pondered, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced around, but no one was seen.

"The whole army was wiped out?"

"It must be still in this starry sky, search for me." A quasi-emperor of the Taotie clan roared, "Search inch by inch, those who catch Ye Chen will be crowned kings, those who destroy Ye Chen will be rewarded with the Nine-patterned Pills."

Under the order, millions of powerful people in the prehistoric world are lined up in a row, from east, west, south, north and west, and in a siege. It is really an inch by searching. Those with the power of heavenly eyes are the most dedicated.

In the dusty space, Ye Chen's eyes were wide open, and he stuffed pills into his mouth frantically. He used the secret technique of Zhoutian to cover up his own opportunities without missing any breath, and was always ready to fight out. So what if millions of people? The search lined up is a good breakthrough.

But he underestimated the IQ of the prehistoric world. If millions of people were not enough, he mobilized more people. The strong men from the starry sky farther away were already on the way.
To be continued...