The sky was full of figures, Ye Chen ignored it, raised his hand and brought the crucified baby to his side and put it in the arms of the purple-haired woman, so that she could hold the child and go all the way.

She is a native of her hometown, and she also fought bloody battles more than 200 years ago, and she also protected the people behind her.

In the previous life, he died in Nantianmen, but in this life he was buried in Nantiancheng, which is also Nantian, but it is a foreign country, and he has not unlocked the memory ban until he died, and he did not know the so-called hometown when he died.

He turned around and looked around silently, his expression calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He didn't need to ask, just glanced at it, and he knew which race these people were, their origin was hot, like the sun, they belonged to the Jinwu tribe, and there was no lack of Kunpeng tribe.

"It's not good where to go, I want to come to Nantian Ancient City. One of the silver-robed old men smiled faintly, revealing two rows of white fangs, "Since you are here, you don't have to leave today." ”

Ye Chen didn't say a word, stepped down, disappeared in an instant, and reappeared behind the silver-robed old man.

The silver-robed old man's color changed suddenly, his eyesight, a saint, had never found any trace of Ye Chen, and the same was true for others, Ye Chen's body was too fast, so fast that they couldn't fathom it.

Without thinking too much, the silver-robed old man stepped back, but it was still too late, Ye Chen had already stepped forward, without any weapons, and grabbed the silver-robed old man's Yuan Shen with one hand, and tore it directly.

"He's not just any saint, he's working together to kill. "The leading golden-robed old man of the Jinwu clan and the purple-robed old man of the Kunpeng clan, both of whom are of the same level, are quasi-holy kings, and they shouted angrily.

Under the order, everyone present moved, and the weakest cultivation was also the peak of the imperial realm, among which there were many quasi-saints and old saints, or supernatural powers, or secret methods, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen regretted his body, the Chixiao Sword appeared in his hand, a sword swept, the power was incomparable, except for the two quasi-saint kings, no one could stop him with a sword, pouring all over the sky, all blood rained.

"Let's go together. "The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King screamed coldly, stepped into the sky, his eyebrows and heart were full of light, and he rushed out of a golden light treasure seal, which was a holy king-level magic weapon, and his divine power was revived, and he was pressed in the air.

The Chaos Divine Ding rushed out of the Divine Sea, without the blooming of immortal light, simple and natural, directly collided with the Golden Light Treasure Seal, smashed it to pieces with one blow, and the fragments of the magic weapon were also engulfed by it.

The natal magic weapon shattered, the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King was injured, he kicked back, and the blood vomited wildly, but his eyes were full of disbelief, Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations.

"Kill. "The Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King shouted and shook the sky, and the attack had also arrived, and the natal magic weapon hanging on his head was a little strange, it was actually an iron bucket, very ancient, it was cast by special immortal iron, and this sect weapon was also a quasi-saint king level, much more powerful than the golden light ancient seal.

Ye Chen was swallowed into the iron bucket on the spot, and the killing prohibition and sealing prohibition of the brand in it were all revived, and the power of silence was raging, wanting to seal Ye Chen's body and kill his primordial spirit.

"No matter how strong you are, you are just a saint after all. The Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King snorted coldly, he was very confident in his natal weapon, and Rao is Quasi-Saint King was swallowed, and it was impossible to escape.

"The old Kunpeng Pavilion made a move, and he was able to catch it. The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King and everyone present all laughed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "If it weren't for the Daoist friends here, they would definitely suffer heavy losses." ”

"It's a gesture. The Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King stroked his beard, looking like a senior master.

However, as soon as his words fell, his natal iron bucket buzzed violently, and then a golden fist blasted out of a big hole, and a golden dragon leaped out from within, Ye Chen killed it, although the iron bucket magic weapon was strong, it was still a little bit bad to block him.

The Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King changed color, suffered a backlash, the corners of his mouth spilled blood, and the others also changed color, the domineering of the iron bucket, they knew, and they failed to seal Ye Chen, the saint.

In a moment of shock, Ye Chen had already opened the chaotic world and sealed the Quartet, and the people present were crushed into the void sky in pieces, unable to withstand the pressure of the chaos realm, and turned into blood mist.

Then there was a sky-swallowing whirlpool, and those who were crushed, their blood, blood, primordial spirit, and origin were all engulfed by Ye Chen, and they were directly refined and turned into holy body nourishment.

The Chaos Ding was not idle, the mouth of the Ding was facing down, the whirlpool was presented, and the magic weapons sprinkled in all directions, whether they were holy soldiers or quasi-holy soldiers, were swallowed by it and became the nourishment of the Ding body.

There were only three breaths before and after, except for the two quasi-saint kings, everyone else was killed without exception.

Ye Chen was furious, staring at the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King and the Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King, his expression was still calm, and there was no emotional fluctuation, the more he showed this expression, the more terrifying it became.

"St. ... Holy Communion, He is Holy Communion. The two quasi-saint king-level both stepped back, their eyes highlighting their pupils constricted, as if they had recognized his identity from Ye Chen's Chaos Realm.

They couldn't believe it, and they couldn't believe that the Ancient Holy Body that had been destroyed in the Forest of the Desolation three days ago was still alive in the world, and he was still alive, and he had deceived the world again.

"Let's go. The two of them worked together to create a teleportation array, stepped on it in no particular order, and frantically urged the array, wanting to escape in this way, without the slightest intention of fighting.

The strength of the Holy Body, they have already seen it, although it is a saint-level, it is comparable to the hard steel of the Saint King.

Ye Chen didn't chase after him, but he moved the secret method of moving the heavens and changing the earth, and switched places with the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King, that is to say, on the teleportation array platform, it became Ye Chen and Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King.

Ye Chen suddenly appeared on the formation platform, and the Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King was shocked, but he forgot that Ye Chen knew the secret method of swapping positions with others, and he didn't pay attention, but he actually let Ye Chen take advantage of the loophole.

The array was shattered, and it was crushed by Ye Chen's foot, and the Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King was swept away by his palm.

The array used to escape was cut off, and the two quasi-saint kings instantly merged into one place, turned around and fled.

Ye Chen shrank into inches in one step, his golden hand was like a divine sword, and with a single blow from Ling Tian, the blood and bones of the Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King were dripping, and half of the divine body turned into flesh and blood, and the form was extremely terrifying.

How dare the quasi-holy king of the Golden Crow come to the rescue, he fled for his life, burned the essence element, and his speed skyrocketed.

Ye Chen did not chase him, but crushed the Kunpeng Quasi-Saint King's body with one palm, forcing him to go out of the body, and when a quasi-Saint King was out of the body, he lost his advantage and could not escape his annihilation.

After beheading this quasi-saint king, he carried the blood-stained killing sword and stepped into the sky to chase the quasi-saint king of the golden crow.

Seeing Ye Chen chasing after him, the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King did not dare to stay at all, and after Jing Yuan, he burned the power of the Yuan Shen, escaped at a speed, and climbed to the peak of the cultivation path, like a divine light.

But Ye Chen was faster, three or five shrunk into inches to chase after him, raised the red sky, and Ling Tian cut down.

The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King was injured, and a blood gully was cut out of his back, and through the wound, he could still see the bright backbone, thanks to his deep heritage, otherwise he would have been split on the spot.

"The old man fought with you. "The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King drank violently, his face was crazy, the blood sacrificed to the Yuan God, the combat power was close to the Saint King level, the immortal light in his body was overflowing, and he rushed out one by one, each of which was rolled with a magic weapon, there were hundreds of them, and he urged them to slash towards Ye Chen.

Chaos Ding rushed forward and became like a huge mountain, which can be described as a towering heaven and earth, and the body trembled, the chaotic qi was surging, and the chaotic path was surrounded, crushing hundreds of magic weapons into flying ashes.

The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King was counterattacked, his flesh was shattered, and half of his head turned into plasma on the spot.

Ye Chen came, standing in the void sky, the killing sword in his hand was still dripping blood, Ling Tian looked down on him.

"Spare me, this... This is all the order of the prince, he is looking for your old friend everywhere, and he would rather kill a thousand, not a good one. "The quasi-holy king of the golden crow was afraid, his face was full of fear, and the strong man of the quasi-holy king was actually prostrate on the ground, like a dog, begging for his life.

Rather kill a thousand, not bad one, very lucky, Prince Jinwu won the lottery this time, there is indeed Ye Chen's old friend in this Nantian City, or relatives, relatives of his hometown.

Ye Chen was silent, only raised his hand slightly, Ling Tian pressed on the top of the head of the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King, and moved the Mystery Search Method, searching for the soul strongly, ignoring the Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King's prohibition on the Divine Sea, depriving him of his memory.

The Golden Crow Quasi-Saint King roared in pain, the Divine Sea hummed, his head exploded, and his body turned into a blood mist.

The screams were annihilated at some point, and another quasi-saint king was destroyed, and the power of the primordial gods was devoured.

Ye Chen left, the direction was not the Western Desert, but the hinterland of the Southern Regions, the heavens and the earth were frozen, "Xuan'er, Ling'er, wait for me for a while, I will always seek justice for them." ”