Nine hundred and tenth chapter in charge of killing
.Chapter 910: Taking Charge of Killing
The wailing sound resounded, and this wailing sound made the scalp of the warrior below numb.
Standing outside Fengzong Island, Ye Chen looked coldly at the remnant soul in his palm, and its thunder was flowing on his fingertips.
Hiss! Thunder flashes, containing extremely violent power that is tumbling in this remnant soul, and the heartbreaking pain drowns the blood shadow.
Compared to the body, the pain of this direct thunder tearing the soul apart is more heartbreaking.
"Why insist on being an abandoned chess piece!" Ye Chen said calmly, his left hand shook again, and the reincarnation flames came out.
The pain of the two heavens of ice and fire made the fear in Xueying's eyes even thicker, and his remaining soul became darker and darker, as if it could dissipate at any time.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded throughout the world. Ye Chen was not in any hurry and slowly tortured the remaining soul in his hands.
Qing Jue and others stood behind them, looking at the remnant soul of the blood shadow with the same indifferent expressions, and sighed in their hearts, "Five generations never blinked when they killed people, and they also didn't blink when they tortured people!"
Night falls quietly, and the late dusk has left, but the wailing sound is still ringing.
The disciples from the unconventional sect below all looked at Ye Chen in horror. At first, they were in awe of Ye Chen's strength, but now, they are afraid of Ye Chen's cruel methods.
Under the starlight, the blood-shadowed remnant soul became darker and darker. It was only at this moment that he whispered: "A few hundred miles to the west of Fengzong Island, there is an island, and the woman was trapped there by the Holy Son!"
Having said this, Ye Chen's eyes changed slightly, and he clenched his left hand tightly to trap the remaining soul in his hand.
"Wait!" Ye Chen muttered to himself and took a step forward. In an instant, Ye Chen's figure turned into a stream of light and rushed toward the west.
"Let's go!" Qing Jue and others also took a few steps forward, following closely behind Ye Chen. After Ye Chen and others disappeared, gasps could be heard in vain on Fengzong Island, which had been silent for several moments.
Voice.
"It's so depressing. The Sword God Sect leader is standing there, and I feel an invisible pressure!" Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect on Fengzong Island, whispered.
In the dark night sky, several sword lights streaked across the sky like shooting stars, breaking the dead silence of the night.
Suppression! Ye Chen has been suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, but at this moment, he can no longer suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
The night was still cold, and Ye Chen's eyes were colder. Along the way, the murderous intention in Ye Chen's body continued to rise. After a few moments, Ye Chen's body stopped, and his eyes glanced coldly, and finally fell on the field in front of him.
A place of emptiness.
"Broken!" Where Ye Chen's gaze stopped, a cluster of silver flames appeared in vain.
Bang bang! In just an instant, the silver flame rolled up the fire of heaven and earth, and the boundless flame enveloped the area within hundreds of miles.
A roar suddenly sounded, and in the endless flames, an island silhouette slowly emerged.
But at this moment, six bloody figures emerged from the sea of fire in vain, their endless blood energy condensed into rain, and the blood rain dripped down.
The rolling sea of fire dissipated in vain under the rain of blood. Six bloody figures stood in the void, with a hazy island shadow below them.
The terrifying coercion is permeating the six figures. Compared with a few days ago, these six bloody figures are more terrifying.
"You are faster than I thought!" The Holy Son's chuckle resounded, filling the air with blood, and finally formed a seat. On the seat, the Holy Son sat on it, still playing with it in his hands.
Crystal clear wine glass.
Wisps of black mist filled the air. The Holy Son raised his head, met Ye Chen's gaze, and said lightly: "Just relying on these people is not enough!"
"Where is she!" Ye Chen's words were still so plain, but against the backdrop of the murderous intent that filled the sky, the voice blew through the sky like a gust of evil wind.
"Human?" The Holy Son looked down slightly, raised his left hand gently, and gently grabbed the void below. Black mist surged, and a snow-like figure slowly emerged above the island shadow below.
The cold moonlight shines through the clouds and mist and falls on the white dress. The white dress rustles. Her eyes are closed tightly, and the moonlight falls on the slender eyelashes.
The cold moonlight could not conceal that peerless face. Like a sleeping beauty, this beautiful figure in white floated peacefully.
Looking at this figure and the familiar aura, Ye Chen's heart suddenly shook, "Qianchuan Snow!"
He raised his left hand and grabbed it forward. The beautiful figure slowly floated towards his figure. Looking at this beautiful face, there was a little heat in the eyes of the Holy Son and he chuckled: "In some way
To a certain extent, you have a good vision!"
Holding the Qilin Sword tightly, Ye Chen's eyes became colder and colder. Standing next to Ye Chen, Qing Jue and others felt a chill coming from the depths of their souls.
"Now the fun is just about to begin!" The moonlight fell on the wine glass, reflecting a faint light.
"Wouldn't it be interesting if your woman appeared naked?" The Holy Son gently stretched his left hand forward and grabbed the skirt strap.
"You can try!" Ye Chen said coldly. At this moment, the overwhelming murderous intention burst out from Ye Chen's body without any suppression.
Under this endless murderous intent, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the twinkling stars in the starry sky lost their light. Ye Chen's side was filled with endless murderous intent, which transformed into an endless sea of blood.
Ye Chen seemed to have walked out from the endless sea of blood, the hell with howls everywhere, and endless killing. He took a step forward with his sword. This step was dozens of feet long.
"Stop him!" The Holy Son raised his head and looked at the figure in white clothes Shengxue with a smile.
Bang bang! Six bloody figures turned into a stream of light and surged forward. Its six terrifying auras tightly locked Ye Chen. The aura was extremely cold.
Seeing this, Qing Jue and others came out with swords in hand, and were about to take a step forward, but a terrifying martial arts will filled the air in vain.
"This is a game between me and the fifth generation, you can't interfere!" The Holy Son's voice exploded in the ears of Qing Jue and others like the sound of heaven and earth, and this terrifying martial arts will transformed into a sea of blood several feet long.
.
The sea of blood spread out, and this sea of blood that was several feet long seemed to separate the area within hundreds of miles.
Bang bang! The sea of blood is surging, and terrifying blood shadows are flying in the sky. These blood shadows are filled with terrifying aura.
Bang bang! Qing Jue and the others took a few steps back, and these flying blood shadows enveloped the figures of Qing Jue and the others.
"I can also use the magical power of blood!" The Holy Son chuckled, his eyes filled with blood mist, and the aura on the Holy Son's body became colder and colder.
The Holy Son held the silk skirt straps and gently pulled up the silk skirt straps. The skirt was flying, and the snow-like skin disappeared and appeared in the wind and snow.
"Kill!" Ye Chen squeezed his left hand, and the remnant soul of the blood shadow immediately turned into nothingness. At the same time, Ye Chen raised his left hand in vain, and the sword pointed down, thousands of thunders roared, thousands of flames surged, and thunder and fire intertwined.
The endless sea of blood spread out beside the six figures, and the six figures swept out like a rainbow, turning into six bloody dragon shadows reaching the sky.
Crossing the sky and the earth, streaks of strange blood filled the air, and six bloody dragon shadows arrived in an instant.
He raised his left hand, thunder and flames flowing at the fingertips at the same time. He reached out with one hand and directly grabbed the six bloody dragon shadows.
"Break!" The power of thunder destroys everything, and the power of fire burns everything. Just this grasp contains terrifying power.
"Fudai, you underestimated my body!" The Holy Son played with the wine glass in his hand while looking at the peerless face, "The power of two rules is far from enough!"
Roar! The blood-colored dragon shadow roared crazily, and its respective magical powers appeared in the void. Each body contained a certain magical power.
The six magical powers exploded, six phantoms emerged from the blood dragon, and six roars resounded from within.
The sea of blood rolled, and six blood dragons flew across the sky and earth, immediately shattering the thunderous thunder.
"Kill!" Ye Chen's clear eyes turned blood red in vain, and his pupils were filled with endless killing intent.
"Kill!" Ye Chen shouted again, the aura of killing filled his hands. The blood dragons were approaching in an instant. He waved his left hand casually, and suddenly countless sword shadows with the aura of killing appeared.
There was endless thunder in these sword shadows. The rumbles were filled with endless killings. Ye Chen was like a god of death. His left hand fell and the sword shadows shot out.
The sword shadow sank into those blood dragons, and their roars resounded loudly.
Looking at the endless sea of blood, Ye Chen also heard bursts of ghosts crying and wolves howling, killing!
"Two rules are not enough, then add a third rule, the killing rule!" Ye Chen's voice set off a torrential flame of blood, and phantoms appeared in vain around Ye Chen.
"Killing everything in the world will only lead to reincarnation! The world needs rules, and once the rules are set, they need to be implemented. This is the origin of killing."
"Since I started practicing, I have killed more than 10,000 people, and I think these people are all people who should be killed!"
"Today I take charge of killing, condense the origin of killing, control the rules of killing, and in the name of the Moon God, take charge of killing in the world!" With his long hair floating in the wind, Ye Chen's body became more and more murderous, and finally he suddenly transformed into a series of cruel
film.
These afterimages were all of the people Ye Chen had killed in the past, and there were more and more afterimages. In the end, there were endless afterimages within a radius of several miles, and endless death energy condensed in the sky.
As soon as he pointed out, countless afterimages let out screams like ghosts and wolves, and they converged on Ye Chen's fingertips, forming a strange mark.
And this mark is suspended, endless blood condenses, and the figure of a throne emerges from the blood. A will that makes the Holy Son feel palpitated is integrated into the mark, and the throne also
Dissipate again.
This mark sank into Ye Chen's eyebrows at the same time. Ye Chen swung out his sword, causing endless killings and directly tore a roaring blood dragon into pieces.
In an instant, the smile on the Holy Son's face froze in vain...