The eight emperors of the prehistoric world all moved, attacking from all directions to the center, their bodies were as heavy as mountains, shaking the sky, and the laws of the emperor's Tao were flying, and strands were all above the Tao.

The quasi-emperor of the armadillo is the fastest, and it seems like a step to cross the long river of time. The imperial Taoist seal covers the sky and covers the vast earth.

The emperor's palm was a destruction of the world. Before it could really fall, the sky collapsed and exploded inch by inch.

"Fight." Ye Chen shouted, his qi and blood rose, and he went up against the sky, holding the universe in his hand, creating the yin and yang of nature, and his punch was unparalleled, and his power broke through the Armadillo imperial seal.

With one blow, the Armadillo Emperor was knocked back, and his golden fist was also fuzzy and poisoned by the laws of the Emperor's Tao.

In just a moment, Emperor Baiwu arrived. The Emperor’s Dao pointed at Ye Chen the next day, blending the emperor’s laws and divine power, spreading across the ages, and time also flowed backwards.

Ye Chen was not afraid, but instead advanced, shrank into an inch, avoiding his finger, his palm was like a divine sword, and Ling Tian slashed towards Emperor Bai.

However, before he could fall his palm, the Scorpio Emperor who was killed was slashed with a sword and he turned over.

Before this could stop, the Ghost King Emperor and the Golden King Emperor arrived, and each palm and punched him, almost exploding the body of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen climbed into the sky and fled, but ran into Emperor Qiongqi head-on.

Emperor Qiongqi shot lightning and attacked his soul's true body directly, and even ignored Ye Chen's soul's guardian magical powers.

Ye Chen's soul was damaged, the sea of ​​gods buzzed, and his head was about to break.

The eighth Taotie Emperor came to fight, and his palm was ordinary.

However, this seemingly ordinary palm has the power to destroy the world. The magical powers of the Emperor's Immortal Techniques have evolved to return to nature, subverting the universe and confusing the yin and yang.

Ye Chen's blood trembled, his hands held the sky, and he held the palm of Emperor Yi, but his legs were bent.

He felt that what he was holding was not a palm, but a giant mountain, and the holy body that was pressing was broken.

But when the roof was raining all night, he didn't even have time to breathe, and Emperor Jinzhang arrived again. He destroyed his finger with one finger and poked a bloody hole in his chest.

The holy blood splattered, and the strands were dazzling. Although the Eight Emperors of the Great Wilderness were the body of the law, they were very close to perfection.

This is the tacit understanding between the emperor and the emperor, the laws of the emperor dance together, outlining ancient visions, and it is a vast land of prehistoric land.

Ye Chen looked solemn. Only after a brief confrontation did he realize the domineeringness of the emperor. Even the quasi-saint-level emperor has the qualifications to look down on the times, otherwise he would not have been the emperor against the will of heaven.

He dare not underestimate the person who can be the emperor, who is a general person, and the emperor's surprise is as good as the great way.

Even if the Emperor stands tall on the Great Dao, he is also the peak of the Dao and an invincible existence.

"Eight Great Emperors, how can you fight?" Kui Niu cursed in the bronze furnace, "This is a damn death."

"Damn God, it's time to erase the holy body." Li Changsheng's face was also ugly and he cursed.

"I firmly believe that he is undefeated." Compared to them, Xizun was much calmer, holding the wine pot and drinking slowly, "Is it impossible for the eight rulers to kill two emperors in one lifetime to erase the bodies of the law of the eight rulers."

"That's true, I... eh?" Kui Niu said in a word, and stopped before he finished speaking, and stuck it in the mouth of the tripod.

His cow eyes shone brightly, looking into the distance, through the misty, he saw the little monkey emperor and the Nandi.

At this moment, those living treasures were holding memory crystals and rubbing the picture of Doudi, all of whom were watching it.

"Monkey, I'm back." Kui Niu didn't dare to yell, for fear of disturbing Ye Chen, so he only used his spiritual sense to transmit the voice.

However, the little monkey emperor seemed to have not heard of his call, or he had no reaction at all.

"Your grandma's, are you deaf?" Kui Niu cursed, almost crawling out of the copper stove, running over and kicking the guy.

"It's useless." Xi Zun smiled and shook his head, "This world has been imprisoned by the laws of the Emperor's Dao, and the spiritual consciousness cannot be transmitted."

"I had known that Ye Chen would let us three out first." Kui Niu shook his big head. He could clearly see his old friends and brothers, but he couldn't speak. He missed them so much.

"I said, the boss's situation is not very good!" Li Changsheng swallowed hard as the two of them spoke.

Hearing this, Kui Niu closed his eyes and hurriedly went to see Cangkong.

When I saw Ye Chen fell to Xu Tian, ​​he saw that he was so miserable. He was covered with scars and there were less than ten blood holes. The most scary thing was that his back and his spine were broken, exposed, stained with blood, which was shocking.

The three of them frowned, and even the calm Xizun was no longer at ease, and their eyes were filled with worry.

"Continue." Ye Chen landed on the ground and rushed into the sky with a roar.

There are eight emperors in the sky, all of which are like the sun, dazzling, and when he rushed forward, it was even more dazzling, and another sun was another one.

A young man's ancient holy body, eight young emperors, nine dazzling sunshine, shining brightly in the western desert.

The battle was even more tragic. Ye Chen picked eight masters by himself, but he was still strong, with extraordinary magical powers, constantly bathed in the blood of the Emperor's Dao and killed him to the point of madness.

In other words, he was just a lunatic, absolutely suppressed, but was still attacking, and the Eight Emperors retreated for a while.

For this, he also paid a heavy price. The holy body was blown up again and again, reshaped again and again, repeating itself.

This was an extremely unequal conquest. From the beginning, he was at a disadvantage and struggled to support the war.

While speaking, the eight emperors of the prehistoric world arrived together and all showed their magical powers.

The stars are silent and the scorching sun is collapsed, and the strange phenomena appear one after another, as if they represent the will of God and destroy Ye Chen.

Ye Chen ascended the sky and walked across the sky, using secret techniques to fight against each other, and learned everything he learned throughout his life, and he severely damaged the Eight Emperors more than once.

He found the state of mind to fight against the Demon Emperor, but there was not one emperor on the other side, but eight of them, all of which were shocking the past and present, and they never lost in his lifetime.

The battle escalated, the world swayed, and the eight emperors of the prehistoric world were like immortal kings, and each attack was integrated into the laws of the emperor's Tao.

They stood tall and said that this peak was even farther than that myth.

Ye Chen is like a god of blood fighting. He is madly fighting, the holy blood boils, the essence burns, and the Chaos Taoism is evolved to the extreme. For a few moments, he is also above the Tao.

The battle is bloody, the universe is upside down, the Eight Emperors of the Great Desolation are too strong, absolutely suppressing Ye Chen and exploding the holy body again and again.

"The Emperor's Divine Punishment, I really have to kill the Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric Eight Emperors to be over?" The Sifang Renxiu looked pale and swallowed his saliva.

"A person who defies the heavens needs to be defied by the heavens." The older monk took a deep breath, "can provoke the bodies of the eight emperors' laws, and this catastrophe has been defiant from the beginning."

"There are talents in the world and generations, and the younger generation called Chen Ye has surpassed Ye Chen." Jiuxiao Zhenren said leisurely.

No one refuted this. If it is about the record, Chen Ye is indeed not comparable to Ye Chen, but if it is about talent, Chen Ye is indeed above Ye Chen, there is no doubt.

I don’t know what the expression of Ye Chen’s true appearance would be, and he was sure that he was confused.

"Die! Die!" Compared to the cultivators in the heavens, the faces of the eight tribes of the prehistoric times were particularly ferocious and gloomy.

Whenever he saw Ye Chen bleed, he would be so excited that he wanted to go crazy, hoping that Ye Chen would turn into ashes under the Eight Emperors' heavenly tribulation.

Amid the discussion, Ye Chen was injured again, and was removed by the Armadillo Emperor and fled away instantly, but he could not escape the sword of Emperor Jin's beating heart, and his finger was pierced through.

Before he could breathe, the six emperors had arrived. The emperor's magical powers dominated ancient and modern times, and the powerful holy body was destroyed, and the blood bones that were dismantled flew everywhere.

Ye Chen staggered and couldn't stand steadily. Every blood valley on his body was stained with the laws of the Emperor's Way, erasing his holy body and imprisoning his chaotic laws.

He is much better than overcoming the Saint's Tribulation, but the problem is that overcoming the Saint's Tribulation, the four emperors are fighting against.

Now, the Eight Emperors directly attacked him, and they were the emperors of the prehistoric period. They all crushed him regardless of their bloodline, origin, or number of fighters.

He felt powerless, and even with many secret techniques, he could not withstand the siege of the Eight Emperors and almost died.

However, his eyes were firm from beginning to end.

This is his disaster, and he has no choice but to retreat. If he wants to survive, he can only fight. Perhaps he can still kill a world in the disaster of death.

They are not real emperors, they are just law bodies under the calamity. They must not be afraid, otherwise they will be defeated.
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