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Chapter 1770 As far as the eye can see! The eternal fire of faith

Ye Mei was only halfway through using her special move, and her eyes towards Chu Yue were as cold as a demon.

Ye Chuyue has been playing with her!

"Ye Chuyue! How dare you!"

Ye Mei let out a low roar, and then waved the red light blade of Xue Fan.

Abundant holy-level profound energy, filled with the violent energy of a madman, stimulates this sure-kill move!

She wants to kill these Lingtian losers!

Chu Yue looked up at Ye Mei, smiled, and whispered: "Zhao Wushuang."

"Palace Master?"

"Bu Hairou is here."

Zhao Wushuang didn't understand Chu Yue's words.

"Just now, because you are worried about the crow, I will give you another 20 million reduction. You don't owe me anything anymore. You can leave at any time. The sky is high and the sky is high, it is your path."

Zhao Wushuang still didn't understand Chu Yue's words.

But Chu Yue did not answer her doubts, but rushed out to take down Ye Mei's special killing move.

She was the closest to the palace master, and she could feel that the palace master was exhausted.

Ordinary people would have exploded and died long ago.

And Ye Chuyue is still persisting!

He even has to fight for the last skill.

Zhao Wushuang looked at Chu Yue worriedly, his heart trembling along with that figure.

Ye Chuyue couldn't catch the great martial saint's special move!

You can't win by speculating, you can only fight hard!

Those hundred thousand crows know how to escape, why doesn't the palace master know...

because……

The palace master has escaped, and they are the ones who will be in danger!!

Zhao Wushuang's throat rolled, and a layer of mist filled his eyes.

Her hands were trembling, and she stared at the figure high in the sky, fearing that something would happen to him.

Chu Yue laughed loudly, her dark hair dancing wildly in the wind, her red skirt rustling, and her whole body was gradually covered with a layer of cold light golden armor.

"Eighteen hells! Death!"

Ye Mei shouted low and looked at Chu Yue like a god of death: "You want to resist my Eighteen Hells with one person, Ye Chuyue, you are too naive and too stupid."

Chu Yue smiled, her face suddenly turned ruthless, her eyes revealed a violent look, and her slightly hoarse voice had a hint of charm: "Who told you that I am only one person?"

Ye Mei was puzzled.

At this time, the eighteen-blade beast rushed towards Chu Yue.

The beast roars and the blade is invincible!

The bloody Xiaoyin sounded like a war song.

It seems to be telling the world that the door to hell has been opened!

Chu Yue faced the blade beast and the bloody Xiao Yin, a pair of Suzaku wings spread out, the thunder of her right arm flashed, and she held the country-protecting magic sword in her palm.

At this moment, figures rushed out one after another without hesitation.

The Demon-Breaking Sword came out, and the king's aura swept in all directions. Xiao Li and Chu Yue stood back to back.

The tomahawk split violently, and a wisp of green skirt fluttered in the wind.

The blood-killing knives shot out of the air, and Tu Weiwei's cat eyes looked at the blades excitedly.



One figure after another, one after another, one after another.

Qin Jinnian, Qin Tieniu, and Ziyuan's disciples all surrounded Chu Yue.

They united as one, each showed their magical powers, and responded with a firm will to face death without hesitation, and faced the great martial arts saint's ultimate move.

Finally, Zhao Wushuang, who had been stunned for a long time after looking at this scene, his eyes red, rushed over like a ghost, burst out his own power, and shouted: "Palace Master! Wushuang helps you!"

But I saw eighteen bladed beasts, smashed into pieces by that united force.

The blades formed by the broken beasts scattered like flowers scattered by a goddess, and due to inertia, they became a storm of blades.

These blades left more or less wounds on Chu Yue and the others.

Some are shocking.

In some cases the bones are deep enough to be seen.

Some are extremely ferocious.

But at this moment, there is no tragedy or sorrow on every young face, only the joy after the battle, and the eternal fire of faith in the eyes.

Boom! Bang!

The Eighteen Hells did not kill them, but the aftermath came back to bite Ye Mei.

"Pfft——"

Ye Mei spat out a mouthful of blood.

The backlash almost damaged her spirit.

She fell from a high altitude.

The Blood Moon Fan in his hand transformed into Fang Tian's painted halberd, which he used to jump out on the ground and then landed smoothly. Only then did he not fall embarrassingly.

She looked at Chu Yue and his group, hundreds of people in total, who had fallen on the ground, and she was extremely angry.

She is an absolute genius.

In terms of martial arts attainments, footwork, weapons, and fighting with mercenaries, she will always be Ye Chuyue's predecessor as a great martial arts saint!

Ye Chuyue could only look up to her!

But now, she was frustrated.

The mercenaries under her did not come to help at the critical moment.

That's the difference!

Ye Mei clenched her hands tightly and wanted to continue fighting.

In the Forest of Hundred Ghosts, a mysterious underworld sound rang out.

Every night before midnight, the Forest of Hundred Ghosts will resound with twelve dark sounds.

The passage to the Forest of Hundred Demons was about to open, and she could no longer waste time here.

"Is this Mr. Ye? We'll see you in the Forest of One Hundred Demons! Once you enter the Forest of One Hundred Demons, you Lingtian people will never have a chance to survive. I wish you good luck today!"

Ye Meisha waved her sleeves and led the lone wolf mercenary group to leave.

"Soldier...soldier commander..."

Luo Gang's left arm hugged Ye Mei's leg.

"I am a lone wolf and I don't leave any useless waste."

Ye Mei kicked Luo Gang in the face.

Sweeping the Blood Moon Fan in the air, Luo Gang's eyes were wide open and his eyes were about to burst. A blood line appeared on his neck, and then blood gushed out.

Ye Mei glanced at Chu Yue with a cold look, and walked out with swift strides.

The onlookers were shocked and focused on the Forest of One Hundred Demons.

If you miss the perfect opportunity to enter the Forest of Hyakki, you will have to wait a long time.

After a while, almost all the people in this place left. Only Chu Yue and his group were still there.

They looked safe and sound.

But after the outsiders left, most people vomited out the blood they had been holding for a long time.

There were also many disciples sitting on the ground gasping for air. Qin Tieniu held his wound and rolled on the ground in pain, screaming.

If they had exposed their weaknesses just now, they would be looked down upon!

Therefore, they stood up in tacit agreement!

After Chu Yue vomited a mouthful of blood, she looked at Xiao Li, Tu Weiwei, and Ziyuan disciples.

Immediately, everyone laughed brightly.

Zhao Wushuang was also stabbed twice on the leg, but for some reason, her heart was happy, full of joy, and she couldn't help but laugh with the group of people.

Although they were tied with Ye Mei, they felt that they were worthy winners.

Zhao Wushuang suddenly turned red.

She seemed to understand why this group of people followed Chu Yue wholeheartedly.

They are not masters and servants, they are comrades who will never leave.

Even at the moment before they die, they will absolutely trust each other and leave the weakest and most dangerous situations to each other to watch over them!

Only in this way can they create miracles again and again!

Chu Yue distributed the elixirs, and when they were sent to Zhao Wushuang, she said: "Zhao Wushuang, miracles are not for one person, but for a group of people."

Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed and he took the healing elixir sent by Chu Yue.

After everyone took the elixir to heal their injuries, they all followed Chu Yue's orders and headed to the entrance of the passage surrounded by the aura of demonic barriers in the Forest of One Hundred Demons.

There, warriors from the five continents and even various races gathered.

It's hell and it's heaven.

It is despair, but also a carnival!!

The grand journey to the Forest of Hundred Demons begins here!


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