The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 509: He is merciful?
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Chapter 509 Are you merciful?
But seeing Ye Chen's figure swayed, like a chariot of gods, stepping on the void, rushing into the army of 100,000 Mithril. Yin Lingzi roared wildly, summoning his subordinates to protect the ancestors. Many Mythril Warriors looked at their deaths even more, rushing to Ye Chen like moths to the fire, dozens of Mythril Clan Condensed Pills, also gave up their lives and forgot to die.
They can die, but the Mithril ancestors must not fall into Ye Chen's hands, otherwise, the entire Mithril clan must be destroyed.
"Dead!"
Ye Chen's body is full of golden flames, like a big day and the sky is unparalleled. Wherever he went, all the Mythril soldiers within a radius of one hundred meters were killed in an instant, even the strong pill condensate, and they couldn't make a move at all.
Almost at his fingertips, Ye Chen pulled out a long blood path in the army of 100,000 Mythril tribes, and tens of thousands of Mythril tribe soldiers were burned to ashes by Youyuan Demon Flame.
Yin Lingzi rushed up with a roar, and was taken care of by Ye Chen. He slapped him to death. He hadn't forgotten this guy, he actually dared to call Yin An Lian bastard.
In the end, Ye Chen grabbed the spirit of the Mithril ancestor in his hand. Ignoring the wailing of mythril ancestors, the glittering palm of light, blooming infinite divine brilliance, it is necessary to use supreme divine power to shatter the opponent's golden core out of thin air.
Suddenly there was a loud shout: "Friends, please stop!"
Accompanied by the sound, there is a light of Beiming divine light like Tianhe Waterfall.
Shenguang swishes towards Ye Chen's palm, trying to **** the golden core of Mithril ancestor from his palm. But Ye Chen smashed that North Ming light to pieces with a flick of his finger.
"Who?"
Everyone was shocked, and suddenly looked up.
In the distance, a white changhong flew over. In the changhong, an old man with white clothes and white hair, white head and white beard appeared. The old man has blood, even his eyebrows are dyed white, his long sleeves are volley, and he is immortal. The aura on his body is ethereal, no weaker than the Mithril ancestor, and he is also a true monarch.
"Bei Ming Xian Weng?" Hua Qianling exclaimed.
Many spiritual temple elders were also dumbfounded.
They naturally recognized that this white-haired old man was the Chinese people's long-reliance, the ancestor of the out-of-aperture realm of the Shangzong Beimingzong. Only at this time, Immortal Weng Beiming was looking at Ye Chen with a smile on his face.
"Friends of Dao, please stop, peace is the most important thing. Mythril ancestor is wrong, but the crime is not dying. Please also look at the old face, open the net, and spare the Mithril ancestor once. The old man promised fellow daoists that if the Mithril tribe meets the Chinese in the future, they will retreat for three thousand miles, and can offer spiritual stones and elixir to make up for the loss of the Chinese."
Bei Mingxian Weng smiled and spoke.
"Yes, not bad, my family would like to compensate."
The spirit of the ancestor of Mithril also begs for mercy, it is now shrunk in the golden core, although it thinks that the golden core is hard, it cannot be easily killed. But this feeling of being in control of life and death is too uncomfortable. And even if Ye Chen couldn't kill it, just find a place to write a letter, suppress it for thousands of years, it feels more uncomfortable than death.
"Compensation?"
Ye Chen sneered, and looked at Beiming Immortal Weng contemptuously:
"When the Mithril tribe killed my Chinese, where were you? When the Mithril army invaded my South China City, where were you? When the Mithril ancestor wanted to take Yao'er away, where were you? I The Chinese have enshrined the Supreme Sect of the North Ming for thousands of years. I couldn't see it at the critical moment, but at this moment they came out to stop me and want to make peace. Do you think I'm a fool?"
This Beiming Immortal Weng, Ye Chen sensed his existence from the very beginning.
It's just that when the Mithril ancestor was arrogant and domineering, he showed no signs of appearing. After the Mithril ancestor was defeated and died, he jumped out to complete the battle. How could Ye Chen listen to this kind of person.
"Crack, click, click."
Ye Chen slowly clenched his fists. The dazzling dark golden light brewed in his palm, and the entire palm was crystal clear, like gold casting, with terrifying blood boiling. There seemed to be a small sun blooming in his palm. In contrast, the gold core of the ancestor of Mithril seemed to be unsupported in the golden light, making a creaking sound, and small cracks appeared out of thin air. Mythril ancestor soul wailed even more.
"Friends, do you want to go your own way?" Beiming Immortal Weng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Whoever blocks me, I will kill whoever." Ye Chen made a firm decision without stopping.
"Good, good, toast the guy who doesn't eat the fine wine!"
Beiming Immortal Weng smiled in anger. With a wave of his long sleeves, Tianhe appeared from behind and hovered over Nanhua City.
Look carefully, it is not Tianhe at all, but the brightest aurora. The colorful aurora is composed of the pure power of the North Ming. It is the Beiming God's light collected from the North Sea 100,000 feet high above the North Sea. Once it hits, it can damage the flesh and soul of a person.
"Do you want to do it with me?"
Ye Chen seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his face was full of disdain. Although the North Ming Immortal Weng was strong, but he was also between the ancestors and uncles of Mithril, facing them, he only condensed the true monarch of the low-grade gold core, Ye Chen lifted The palm can be killed.
"On my own, I naturally cannot persuade fellow Taoists. Fortunately, there are not many fellow Taoists who have the same compassion as the old."
Bei Ming Xian Weng smiled freely.
"Boom--!"
The void exploded, and several rainbows shot from all directions. In the rainbow light, there appeared a powerful man with fierce flames. They are either red flames burning through the sky, blood waves surging to the sky, or cold faces, and their auras are no weaker than Beiming Immortal Weng, there are as many as five or six.
"The evil sword ghost of the monster race."
"Master Zhengyuan of the Zhengqi School."
"Qinghai Sword Sect Master, Fairy Qingshuang."
"The Demon King of the North Sea..."
Hua Qianling looked up, and said with difficulty the names of those peerless powerhouses. These people are all powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the North Peninsula. Almost the true monarchs of the entire northern peninsula gathered here.
Especially when she saw the last one, the majestic old man with red brows and blue flames flying all over, Hua Qianling's whole body was trembling.
"The Lord of the Northern Peninsula...Blue Star!"
The red-haired old man is a blue star that hurriedly rushed from the northern peninsula state capital.
When these strong men appeared, the entire South China City was suffocated. Everyone was silent in the sky and underground, and no one dared to speak. It is the many elders of the spiritual temple, their faces are ashen.
"What do they mean? The Northern Mingzong and the Northern Peninsula state capital, aren't they my Chinese allies? The Northern Mingzong is even the upper sect, why do you want to block your brother."
Yao'er clenched her fist and said puzzledly.
"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. The embankment is higher than the bank, and the flow will be turbulent... My Chinese is now this early bird." Hua Qianling smiled sadly.
The other elders kept silent, and they all knew in their hearts that this time the Mithril ancestors threatened the Chinese people, it was the acquiescence of the major forces in the North Peninsula, in order to weaken the Chinese people's strength. But Ye Chen turned out to be unexpectedly.
At this time, seeing that the Mithril ancestor was about to die, these black hands behind the scenes could no longer sit still, and jumped out to block them.
"Are you going to stop me too?"
Ye Chen raised his head, his eyes were as calm as water, he probably had guessed the intention of this group of people.