Scarlet thunder swam, lightning and thunder.

The rumbling body was endless, and a torrential rain of blood fell.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky was scarlet and eerie.

The dappled sunlight also looks eerie, and the whole world seems to turn into a blood-red world.

More than 10,000 Martial God Electors stood in the rain of blood, looking at the corpse on the ground with an unbelievable expression, was that the high Emperor?

Zhao Zun has fallen? The peerless alluring flower is full of incredible colors, Wen Ran's bright eyes are very large, and the raised twin peaks on his chest are constantly undulating, obviously Wen Ran's mood is not calm at this moment.

Holding the bleeding Qilin Sword, Ye Chen looked down at the cold corpse with an expressionless face.

The emperor who was high above died under his own sword.

If it was in the past, Ye Chen might have felt a little happy, but at this moment, Ye Chen's mood did not fluctuate at all.

What about seeking defeat? Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the thunder swimming in the sky, is there a god in this world?

In the eyes of Tiangang martial artists, the Zhuzun is a god, but in Ye Chen's hands, the Zhuzun is only a relatively strong martial artist.

If there is a god, I will punish it with my own hands, if there is no god, I am the master!

Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the stunned crowd and said with a faint smile: "Zhao Zun has fallen, you guys should leave quickly at this moment!"

Saying this, Ye Chen's left hand slowly raised to support the falling blood rain, a little biting cold, "The movement of Zhao Zun's fall is not small, those people will come immediately!"

Hearing this, these Martial God Electors had a very tacit understanding and did not ask who those people were?

The Martial God Electors bowed to Ye Chen one after another, and immediately formed a rigorous formation and withdrew from hell, but today's scene has been deeply imprinted in the depths of their minds, and they will never forget this scene in this life, the picture of a young man in white holding a sword to obliterate the emperor.

The one in white. That sword light, the thunder swimming in the sky, deeply shocked their hearts.

Seeing that the Martial God Xuan clan retreated, Ye Chen walked towards Bodhi, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by calm, and the ancient well was silent.

"You really killed him!" Wen Ran looked at Ye Chen, who came with a sword, and looked at Ye Chen seriously, even forgetting to call Ye Chen Ye Lang.

Pointing to the corpse in the pool of blood, Ye Chen asked rhetorically, "Isn't he lying there?"

"It's hard to imagine that a sword style can be mastered by the Martial Dao Realm. Its power is terrifying!" Wen Ran said with palpitations, "Even in the heyday of the slave family, I am afraid that I will have to pay a small price to take over this sword!"

"Ahem!" Ye Chen coughed slightly, his face suddenly turned pale, coughed up a little blood, and whispered: "I also paid the price for killing him!"

The few punches that Zhao Zun temporarily counterattacked were enough to make the heavens and the earth collapse, and the strength within them could collapse mountains and rivers. Ye Chen took those punches, even if his physical body was at the extreme, it was not comfortable.

"A little injury in exchange for the life of an emperor, this price. It's worth it!" Wen Ran chuckled: "The Martial Dao Realm bombards and kills the Defeat Realm, and only you can do it!"

"Giggles, at this time, the slave family found that what the second generation said at the beginning was very right!" Wen Ran's beautiful eyes rolled slightly. Sexy lips purse out a nice arc.

"What words?" Ye Chen's heart moved slightly, and the aura between heaven and earth surged like a flood into his body. The pale face was only slightly relieved.

"The fifth generation is a person who creates miracles!" Wen Ran said seriously: "The Martial Dao Realm is a miracle!"

Listening to such a high evaluation of the second generation, Ye Chen smiled indifferently and walked towards the Bodhi tree, the moon god mark on his eyebrows burst out with brilliant silver light again, and a huge force surged out in his body, involving the power of cause and effect around him.

"Now the slave family has also discovered that Ye Lang, you are still a person who can withstand praise!" Wen Ran glanced at Ye Chen angrily, and walked towards Ye Chen, a burst of seductive female body fragrance lingered on the tip of Ye Chen's nose.

Ignoring the oppression coming from Bodhi, Wen Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Ye Chen's angular face, and whispered: "Zhao Zun has fallen, and he is destined to be unable to hide Yan Zun's old immortals!"

"Hmm!" Ye Chen closed his eyes, sniffed the fragrance coming from Wen Ran's body, and nodded slightly: "I have already sensed three terrifying oppressions coming towards here!"

"In a hundred breaths, you will be able to completely incorporate these causal powers into your body!" Saying this, Ye Sheng's body was flooded with more and more terrifying tearing force, until finally, a storm was formed, sweeping out in all directions.

Even if it was a warm dye, he had to retreat a few steps backwards.

Wen Ran knew that Ye Chen wanted to incorporate these power of cause and effect into his body before the arrival of the Venerables.

didn't make a sound to disturb Ye Chen, Wen Ran rarely quieted down, and there was a touch of expectation in his beautiful eyes, if Ye Lang broke through his own shackles and stepped into the realm of seeking defeat, could he fight one against three?

Boom! Boom, the sky above the shattered hell reverberated with a rumbling sound.

Beyond hell, a bloody sun hung high, and scarlet thunder swam around it, setting off bursts of deafening roars and torrential blood rain.

This was originally a poetic sea of forests, but at this moment, it has become a sea of blood.

More than a thousand Martial God Elect clans were like a tide, mighty and mighty, retreating towards the end of the horizon.

The choking smell of blood permeated the heavens and the earth, and at this moment, Tiangang went up to the three princes and nine kings of the dynasty who leaned towards the court, and down to the beggars who wandered on the streets, all of them looked at the scarlet sky like blood, and their eyes were full of horror: "The emperor has fallen!"

The fishy wind was gentle, mixed with a little cold rain, and fell on these Tiangang warriors, each as if they were in an ice cellar, and they were terrifying.

Who is it? Is there still a power in this world that can make the deities fall? At this moment, in their hearts, the images of the deities that are as high as gods have collapsed, and it turns out that the deities will also fall.

Qin State, Xianyang!

Outside the Xianyang Palace, the crown prince led Meng Tian and many other courtiers to quietly watch this torrential blood rain.

"It's Zhao Zun's breath, he's fallen!" Meng Tian said, this imperial general who commanded hundreds of millions of soldiers while talking and laughing, his voice was actually trembling a little at this moment.

"Who is it?" Could it be my father and Guiguzi and the others?" Hu Hai turned his head, looked at the crown prince, and asked in a low voice.

The strange handsome face looked particularly evil against the backdrop of the blood light, and the corners of the prince's mouth raised slightly: "In this world, the only human swords that can kill all the emperors are the father and Guiguzi?"

After speaking, the prince turned around, no longer paying attention to the rain of blood falling outside the hall, and walked towards Xianyang Palace, when he was about to step into the palace, the prince sighed silently, and there was some helplessness between his eyebrows, he should still come!

Looking at the glittering dragon chair on the high platform of the palace, the prince fell silent.

Outside the hall, Hu Hai's face changed one after another, and he hesitated a little: "Except for the three of Father Emperor, Guiguzi, and Wen Ran, who still has the strength to kill all the Venerables!"

"Maybe it's the fifth generation!" Meng Tian looked at the back of the prince leaving with deep meaning, and whispered.

"Five generations, how is this possible?" Hu Hai's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Long Wei permeated out, with an inexplicable majesty: "He has not stepped into the realm of seeking defeat, even if he faced Wei Zun, who was seriously injured in the past, he could only hit him hard, but he could not kill him, let alone the stronger Zhao Zun!"

Hearing this, Meng Tian wanted to speak and stopped, then shook his head again, was silent, but looked at the scarlet sky, with a touch of expectation in his eyes: "Could it be him?"

In the strict Xianyang Palace, a group of courtiers had their own thoughts, and the whole world was dead and silent only the sound of the rushing rain.

Under the blood-red sky, three brilliant sword rainbows swept straight towards the hell of Zhao Kingdom, with earth-shattering oppression and killing intent...... (To be continued......)