Scarlet thunder swam, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The sound of rumbles was heard endlessly, and a torrential rain of blood fell down.
The scorching sun hanging high in the sky looked extremely scarlet and eerie.
The mottled sunlight also looked eerie, and the entire world turned into a blood-red world.
More than tens of thousands of the chosen tribesmen of the Martial God stood in the rain of blood, looking at the corpse on the ground with disbelief. Is that the aloof Emperor?
Zhao Zun has fallen? Peerless Qingcheng's beautiful face is full of incredible color, Wen Ran's bright eyes are wide open, and the bulging peaks on his chest are rising and falling. Obviously Wen Ran is not in a good mood at this moment.
Calm .
Holding the bleeding Qilin Sword, Ye Chen looked down at the cold corpse with an expressionless face.
The lofty emperor died under his own sword.
In the past, Ye Chen might have felt a little happy, but at this moment, Ye Chen's mood did not fluctuate at all.
So what if he was in a state of defeat? Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the thunder floating in the sky. Are there gods in this world?
In the eyes of Tiangang warriors, the saints are gods, but in the hands of Ye Chen, the saints are just warriors with relatively strong cultivation.
If there is a god, I will kill it with my own hands. If there is no god, I will be the master!
Turning around, Ye Chen faced the stunned crowd and said with a faint smile: "Zhao Zun has fallen, please take advantage of this moment and leave quickly!"
Saying this, Ye Chen slowly raised his left hand to hold the falling blood rain, which was biting and cold, "The news of Zhao Zun's death is not small, those people will come immediately!"
Hearing this, these warrior gods had a tacit understanding and did not ask who those people were.
The selected tribesmen of the Martial God bowed to Ye Chen one after another, and immediately formed a strict formation to exit the hell. But today's scene has been deeply imprinted in the depths of their minds. They will never forget this scene in their lives. A young man in white held a
The scene of the sword wiping out the emperor.
The white clothes, the flash of sword light, and the thunder flying in the sky deeply shocked their hearts.
Seeing the Martial God's Chosen Tribe retreating, Ye Chen walked towards Bodhi. The murderous intent in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by calmness and no ripples in the ancient well.
"You really killed him!" Wen Ran looked at Ye Chen who was coming with a sword. He looked at Ye Chen seriously and even forgot to call Ye Chen Ye Lang.
Pointing to the body on the pool of blood, Ye Chen asked: "Isn't he lying there?"
"It's hard to imagine that a sword style can be mastered by the martial arts realm. Its power is too terrifying!" Wen Ran said with lingering fear, "Even in the heyday of the slave family, I would have to pay a small price to take on this sword!"
"Cough!" Ye Chen coughed slightly, his face suddenly turned pale, he coughed out a little blood, and whispered: "I paid the price for killing him!"
The few punches that Zhao Zun threw in a temporary counterattack were enough to make the world collapse, and the strength within them could collapse mountains and rivers. When Ye Chen received those punches, even though his body was at its peak, it was still uncomfortable.
"A slight injury in exchange for the life of an emperor is worth the price!" Wen Ran chuckled and said: "Only you can do this in the martial arts realm, killing and seeking defeat!"
"Giggle, now I realize that what Erdai said was right!" Wen Ran's beautiful eyes turned slightly, and her sexy lips pursed into a nice curve.
"What are you talking about?" Ye Chen's mind moved slightly. The spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged like a flood and penetrated into his body. Only then did his pale face ease.
"Wudai is a man who creates miracles!" Wen Ran said seriously: "The martial arts realm of killing and seeking defeat is a miracle!"
Listening to the second generation's high praise, Ye Chen smiled lightly and walked towards the Bodhi tree. The Moon God mark on his eyebrows once again burst out with bright silver light, and a huge force surged out of his body, involving the power of cause and effect all around.
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"Now the slave family has discovered that Ye Lang, you are still a person who can withstand praise!" Wen Ran rolled his eyes at Ye Chen angrily and walked towards Ye Chen. Waves of alluring female body fragrance lingered on the tip of Ye Chen's nose.
Ignoring the oppression coming from Bodhi, Wen Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Ye Chen's angular face, and whispered: "Zhao Zun's death is destined to be hidden from the immortals of Yan Zun!"
"Yes!" Ye Chen closed his eyes, sniffing the fragrance coming from Wen Ran's body, and nodded slightly: "I have noticed three terrifying waves of oppression coming towards this place!"
"In more than a hundred breaths, you will be able to completely incorporate the power of cause and effect into your body!" After saying this, the tearing force on Ye Sheng's body became more and more terrifying, until finally, it formed a storm and swept out in all directions.
Even Wen Ran had to take a few steps back.
Wen Ran knew that Ye Chen wanted to incorporate these powers of cause and effect into his body before the arrival of the gods.
Without disturbing Ye Chen, Wen Ran rarely calmed down. There was a glint of expectation in his beautiful eyes. If Ye Lang broke through his own shackles and entered the realm of defeat, could he defeat one against three?
Boom! Booms echoed over the broken hell.
Outside the hell, a blood sun hung high, scarlet thunder was swimming around the blood sun, setting off waves of deafening roars, and torrents of blood raining down.
This was originally a poetic forest sea, but at this moment, it turned into a sea of blood.
The tens of thousands of Martial God Chosen Clan are like a mighty tide, retreating towards the end of the horizon.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the world. At this moment, everyone from Tiangang to the powerful Sangong and Jiuqing of the dynasty, down to the beggars wandering on the streets, all stared blankly at the scarlet sky with blood in their eyes.
There was a look of shock: "The Emperor has fallen!"
The fishy wind, mixed with a little cold rain, fell on these Tiangang warriors, each of them felt as if they were in an ice cellar, and their hair stood on end.
Who is it? Is there still power in this world that can make the gods fall? At this moment, in their hearts, the images of the gods as high as gods collapsed. It turns out that the gods will also fall.
Qin State, Xianyang!
Outside the Xianyang Palace, the prince, Meng Tian and many other courtiers quietly watched the torrential rain of blood.
"It's the aura of Zhao Zun, he has fallen!" Meng Tian said, the voice of this imperial general who commanded hundreds of millions of soldiers while talking and laughing was slightly trembling at this moment.
"Who is it? Is it Father, Gui Guzi and others?" Hu Hai turned his head, looked at the prince, and asked in a low voice.
The demonic and handsome face looked particularly evil against the blood light. The corners of the prince's mouth slightly raised: "Are the only human swords in this world that can kill all the kings are Father and Guiguzi?"
After saying that, the prince turned around, ignored the rain of blood outside the palace, and walked towards Xianyang Palace. When he was about to enter the palace, the prince sighed silently, with some helplessness on his brows, what should come will still come!
Looking at the shining dragon chair on the high platform of the palace, the prince fell into silence.
Outside the hall, Hu Hai's expression changed one after another, and he said with some hesitation: "Except for the father, Gui Guzi, and Wen Ran, who has the strength to kill the Lords!"
"Maybe it's the fifth generation!" Meng Tianruo looked at the prince's leaving back thoughtfully and whispered.
"Fifth generation? How is this possible?" Hu Hai frowned slightly, and the power of the dragon spread out, with an inexplicable majesty: "He has not entered the realm of seeking defeat, even if he faced Wei Zun who was seriously injured in the past,
We can only injure it severely but cannot kill it, let alone the stronger Zhao Zun!" Hu Hai's tone was undeniably domineering after having been in a high position for a long time.
Hearing this, Meng Tian stopped talking, then shook his head and remained silent. Instead, he looked at the scarlet sky, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Could it be him?"
Hua Hua! In the stern Xianyang Palace, a group of courtiers were all thinking, and the whole world was dead silent except for the sound of the rain.
Boom! Under the blood-red sky, three dazzling sword rainbows swept straight towards the Zhao Kingdom Hell, carrying with them shocking oppression and murderous intent... (To be continued...)