"Ye Clan Clan Pattern? Are you from the Leaf Clan?"
The Sun-Eating Saint looked at Ye Chen with a look of deep surprise, and his movements paused as a result. The huge black energy palm maintained its original posture and did not press against Ye Chen.
But Ye Chen seemed to have never heard the words of the Sun-Eating Saint, and he didn't even know that the word "Ye" written in the oldest "Starry Sky Script" appeared on the center of his eyebrows.
Now, he only regards the Sun-Eating Saint as an object that must be killed. His cultivation of the divine grade transformed into a god has completely exploded. The power of the True Martial Thousand Thunder Sword has been released at this moment. The endless thunder sea is heading towards the Sun-Eating Saint.
Falling with a crash.
"Swipe!"
The violent force of thunder rushed tens of thousands of meters, turning everything in its path into scorched earth, and even the sky was dyed blue-purple as it pushed forward.
"You kid..."
The face of the Sun-Eating Saint was changing. When the sea of thunder descended around him, he finally sighed helplessly and pressed down his palms.
But his palm did not press against Ye Chen, but dispersed the huge black energy in his palm, turning it into thick black energy, protecting him around him, forming an indestructible barrier,
Blocked by the thunder falling from the sky.
The Sun-Eating Saint did not choose to attack at this moment, but turned his attack into defense.
"Jab Lala!"
The thunder was raging, each one seemed to represent Ye Chen's belief in killing, and it hit the black barrier crazily, exploding ripples one after another on the surface of the black barrier, and cracks continued to appear.
"This little bastard is really ruthless in his attacks!" The Sun-Eating Saint cursed in his heart.
"This strike alone is enough to easily kill more than a dozen divine-level gods. Even if a saint below the third-level comes, I'm afraid he will suffer hatred."
He was secretly frightened, but at the same time he did not dare to relax at all, and mobilized his strength to continue resisting Ye Chen's attack.
It seemed that the black barrier was riddled with holes by the continuous falling thunder, but no matter how damaged it was, it did not break into pieces after all. It still stood there tenaciously and withstood the violent thunderstorms.
About ten minutes later, the violent thunder brought by Ye Chen's sword gradually became sluggish, and the endless sea of thunder slowly dissipated.
"Blocked?"
Ye Chen was covered in blood. He looked forward and found that the Sun-Eating Saint was still protected by a black barrier, and his eyes suddenly froze.
The next moment, he let out a cold snort and locked onto the black barrier that was riddled with holes and seemed to be crumbling.
"If you can block the first sword, let me see if you can block the second sword!"
At the time of the third-grade golden elixir, Ye Chen could only use the True Martial Thousand Thunder Sword once in a short period of time. In the extreme state, he might be able to barely swing the second sword, but with the power of Ye Chen's divine grade at this moment, it was
Enough to swing it seven or eight times.
Moreover, the power of the two is even more incomparable.
"rub!"
In the astonished expression of the Sun-Eating Saint, Ye Chen waved his arm lightly, once again condensing the hundreds of feet of huge thunder lightsaber into shape, and then swung it out again.
The second sword!
"Swipe!"
There was another round of indiscriminate bombing, and the entire Eye of Star Marks was shaking violently at this moment. The energy ripples caused by the collision with the black barrier even affected several satellites closer to the Eye of Star Marks, making them appear to be crumbling.
The already dilapidated black barrier, after enduring this round of indiscriminate attacks, has become riddled with holes. Several bolts of thunder have even flowed into the gaps and landed on the Sun-Eating Saint.
It was just melted away by his protective power.
Ye Chen was a little strange as to why the Sun-Eating Saint did not choose to fight back while defending, but he had no time to delve into it at the moment. He just wanted to crush the Sun-Eating Saint's defense as soon as possible while this power could still be exerted.
The third sword is about to be wielded!
"You little bastard, you really want to kill me!"
When the Sun-Eating Saint saw Ye Chen's actions, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
He was not afraid of Ye Chen's Zhenwu Thousand Thunder Sword, but he was surprised by Ye Chen's pure murderous intention towards him at this moment. This kind of ruthlessness and tenacity that would never give up until the goal was achieved reminded him of the person in his memory.
, as if returning to the time when I met that person hundreds of thousands of years ago.
But Ye Chen suddenly changed at this moment.
Just as he was about to swing his sword, his expression suddenly changed, and a sharp pain went straight to his organs and then to his heart.
His whole body trembled violently, and the thunder sword above his head turned into countless thunderbolts and scattered. The intense pain and the rapid loss of blood all over his body caused huge fluctuations in his strength. He could no longer hold it accurately.
Zhenwu Thousand Thunder Sword.
"One more sword, one more sword is needed!"
His vision began to become blurry, but Ye Chen still used his strong personal will to support himself and prevent himself from losing consciousness.
Although he could no longer clearly see the situation in front of him, he still gritted his teeth and tried to condense the True Martial Thousand Thunder Sword again. However, his persistence was rewarded with another round of violent impact on his body.
"Pooh!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with some broken internal organs. Ye Chen's breath fell at an extremely crazy speed at this moment. The meridians all over his body were broken and blood vessels burst open one after another.
Finally, the price of activating the power of the earth's nuclear crystals was fully charged on him at this moment. His body had already exceeded the limit it could bear.
The whole world began to topple in Ye Chen's mind. His vision went dark, he completely lost consciousness, and fell straight down from the sky.
Just when he was about to fall on the icy snow, a big black hand came across and caught him lightly. It was the Sun-Eating Saint.
The Sun-Eating Saint stepped on the snow, feeling Ye Chen's body that was on the verge of disintegration, and his aura that was so weak that it was almost negligible, and frowned tightly.
He turned to look at the seal with the last word left, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed softly, grabbed Ye Chen and flew into the void, disappearing...
For these immortal cultivators across the galaxy, time is fleeting. More than twenty days have passed since the Sun-Eating Saint disappeared with Ye Chen.
Li Xing, Xuanyuan Hall, under the huge Holy Soul Tree, two figures are standing side by side.
One of them, wearing a purple gold crown and a black gold satin robe, was exactly the same as the soul body that Ye Chen asked Mei Ruoleng to bring out!
It's Duer!
At this moment, Due actually left the soul body state and had a real physical body.
And the other person, wearing a Confucian shirt, with angry eyes and a short beard, is none other than Feng Hou, the deputy head of the Xuanyuan Palace!
"The Holy Soul Tree is indeed a divine object. It can completely repair your soul in just over twenty days!"
Fenghou looked at Du'e and said with emotion: "If it weren't for this, the body that the four elders and I worked together to refine for you wouldn't be able to be used now!"
Du'e nodded and said with firm eyes: "Although this body is not as good as my original body and can only exert 90% of my strength, it is enough!"
"After a thousand years, it's time for us old guys to set an example for the younger generations of Xuanyuan Palace!"
"This time, even if I die, I will recruit more people from the five great sects to support me!"
Not far in front of the two of them, the four elders of Xuanyuan Hall, leading more than a dozen elders of the Golden Core stage and above, were waiting for orders.
"The deputy hall master, Elder Due, and Shengnan have led a group of disciples and the remaining elders back to the independent space!"
After Feng Hou and Du E heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief, and their last worries were swept away.
"Everyone, now that the little ones have settled down, let us have a good time and make a big fuss!"
Fenghou raised his arms and shouted, his voice cold.
"This battle is not just for Xuanyuan Palace!"
"Also for Ye Shenzi!"
"Let's go!"
The decisive battle between Xuanyuan Palace and the five great sects has finally arrived!