The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 1604: Dead Mountain and Blood Sea
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Chapter 1604 Dead Mountain and Blood Sea
The branch hall master seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of Ye Chen, suddenly his expression changed, and he cried out like crazy:
"Shuangye Zhenxian, didn't you ask where Sayuri Qingchuan is? She has been dedicated to the ancestor by me. The body of Xuan Yin is rare in the world. At this time, she may have been drained by the ancestor , Swallow clean, and use his own life to help the ancestors practice divine law!"
"What?"
Ye Chen's pupils shrank, and an overwhelming murderous intent swept the entire surrounding fort like a flood in an instant. Whether it is the seven true immortals, or the many high-level Yin repairers, they all feel like falling into an ice cellar.
There was even a sea of corpses and blood, piles of bones, and a **** of Shura. There is a terrible scene of gods and demons falling, gods like pillars being beheaded, stars crumbled, and thousands of races weeping.
After Ye Chenxiu reached the Ascension Realm, his divine mind was so strong that he could interfere with reality. These scenes are the real scenes of his past life spanning the starry sky and slaughtering thousands of people.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! What are you going to do?"
The head of the branch hall took the brunt and suffered a direct nervous breakdown. He is an old-fashioned harmony, how can he bear the anger of Xianzun. Suddenly fell to the ground, like an old man without the power to bind a chicken, back and forth repeatedly and yelled.
"Boom——!"
Ye Chen expressionlessly, stepped out.
He directly stepped on this true **** of Hedao, the head of the Tianyin Sect branch hall, and the magic weapon on his body to become muddy.
Then Ye Chen's technique was displayed, and the soul of the branch hall master was restrained in his palm. A golden flame was ejected directly from the hand, extinguishing the soul of the branch hall master from the burning ashes.
"If something happens to Sayuri in Qingchuan, I will step on the Xuanyin Galaxy, and kill every disciple, descendant, and sect of yours. Even your soul will be burned to ashes, and you will be completely removed from the world. , Erase all Yin Xiu from this universe!"
Ye Chen said indifferently while burning.
Everyone trembled, their eyes looked at Ye Chen's hands in horror, the one who was burned by the golden flames, wailed and wailed, and finally turned into a blue smoke.
As Yin Xiu, they have only used these methods to annihilate others' spirits and force them to confide in truth. Today it is their turn, but they are even more embarrassed.
"Shuangye Zhenxian, you really dare to do it, are you afraid of my father's revenge?"
The Young Sect Master trembled, sternly.
The answer to him was a dazzling, **** sword light hanging down from the sky.
"Whhhhhhhh!"
Qingchuan Ying's face was cold, and with a wave of the long sword in her hand, it turned into a earth-shaking blood-colored rainbow, suddenly circled in the air, and cut off the head of Sect Master Huoyin next to her with a single sword. The remaining power was not exhausted, and he directly slashed towards the Sect Master of the Blood Yin Sect.
"Blood burst escape method!"
The Sect Master of the Blood Yin Sect screamed.
In an instant, his face turned red, and a mist of blood erupted from him like a smoky spirit. Immediately after the blood sect master's aura rose, his figure retreated violently, and his speed almost surpassed the peak of the Hedao realm.
But this time, Qingchuanying has already sacrificed the quasi-god Treasure Weeping Blood Excalibur. How powerful is this group of Yin Xiu can imagine?
A **** stream flicked across, without stopping. Sect Master Blood retreated ten steps away, only to realize that he had been cut in two by a flying sword from his waist.
Flying sword did not stop, and then flew to the next target.
On the high platform, the seven people, except for the young master, the other five true immortals, did their best. There is full of blood and blood, horizontal training like steel. Some abandon the physical body, turn their body into a soul flying away, and some sacrificed magical weapons, trying to resist.
Unfortunately, under the power of the Quasi-God Treasure, these Yin Xiu true immortals, Yin Xiu leaders of various veins. He didn't even have the qualification to let the Weeping Blood Divine Sword stop for a moment, so he was chopped off his head by a sword.
In an instant, Qingchuanying struck out with a sword, and even cut five true immortals without even a single finger at this time.
She looked at Ye Chen, who also felt the anger in the girl's heart, and nodded.
"Swish——!"
The Scarlet Changhong turned around in an instant and pointed straight at the last target, Young Sect Master.
"Shuangye is a real fairy!"
Young Sect Master let out a terrifying howl.
He was eager to split his canthus, and he tried his best, and the body protectors appeared endlessly. It's a pity that Feijian can't stop for a moment at all. This sword of the Nine Profound Ancestors millions of years ago was infected with the blood of the Heavenly Demon Emperor and was promoted to a quasi-divine treasure. Even the Immortal Venerable could be killed, not to mention a mere Hedao.
"Boom boom boom!"
The seven-layer protective magic weapon on Young Sect Master’s body was swept across by a **** flying sword, like a knife cutting butter, and cut through all of them, just when he was about to cut his head.
A sudden black gas shot out from the dominoes in his chest. When this black gas burst out, it shot straight into the sky like wolf smoke, and an old man who was three feet tall appeared from it. The old man was shrouded in black robe, his appearance was unclear, and he could only vaguely see a pair of eyes that shone like a hungry wolf, shining green light.
"Father God?"
The Young Master still has time to surprise in the future.
Ye Chen has already let out a soft cry: "Cut!"
With a scream, the radiance of the Weeping Blood Divine Sword injected by Ye Chen Zhenyuan was radiant, and it directly struck Young Sect Master's neck. Before the head of Young Sect Master fell, there was an incredible expression in his eyes. As if unable to believe it, Ye Chen dared to kill him in front of his father God.
"No!"
The old man in black robe fluctuated violently, and there was a stern wailing in his soul. ,
It's a pity that a blood-colored Changhong has been cut from bottom to top, breaking him into two pieces, and then stirring it in the air, completely shattering this clone.
After that, Feijian volleyed into the air, making a graceful arc, turning into a sky-shattering rainbow, and violently shooting down the stage.
"Don't!"
"Shuangye is really immortal, I am waiting to come down!"
"We are willing to lead the way and find the Tianyin Sect for you..."
These high-level Yinxiu sects in the audience are all heartbroken.
One sword killed seven true immortals, and even the soul of the ancestor Tianyin appeared, and he was also smashed to pieces. How dare everyone resist? But at this time, whether it was Ye Chen or Qingchuan Ying, their hearts were as cold as ice, and the killing intent was determined, so how could they keep their hands.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The Weeping Blood God Sword brings up a long blood-colored rainbow that is as long as five feet long, and the sword is strong, like a sickle of the **** of death, flying in the sky. With every sword cut, dozens of blood springs were brought up.
No matter what spells, magical powers, moves, or body protection magic weapons are, they can't stop the benefits of the quasi-sacred treasures.
One flick is seventy moments, and one moment is nine hundred births and deaths.
With a flick of his finger, Ye Chen killed hundreds of people, killing one person in an instant, and the blood flowed in the whole venue at the end, and corpses were everywhere.
After waiting for the last person, he was also split into two parts with a sword.
The Weeping Blood God Sword ignored its owner, and shot straight back in front of Ye Chen, making a buzzing vibration. The mirror-like sword body was not stained with a trace of blood, as if it hadn't killed enough.
"Recognize your own master."
Ye Chen carried his hands on his back, and a sea of corpses and blood appeared in his eyes. The terrifying killing intent and power was actually suppressed by the cry of the Weeping Blood Sword, and he slipped back to Qingchuan Ying like a kicked puppy. By your side!