"I have a habit of coming in."

"I have a culture."

In the dark night, the world in the abyss, the curses continue.

Ye Chen and the Dharma Body did not enter, and the prince of the prehistoric world did not come out, so he tried his best to curse each other.

Time passes minute by minute.

I don’t know when the space was twisted, and a figure was seen, oh no, it was two figures walking out together.

When Ye Chen saw it, his eyes suddenly became bright. Needless to say, one of them was Ming Jue.

As for the other one, he is also an acquaintance: Xiao Chen, the son of the King of War.

"It's really a nest of big fish!" Ming Jue came and looked into the abyss. His eyes were hot. More than a hundred princes of the prehistoric world were destroyed. If all of them were destroyed, the prehistoric world could vomit blood.

"Tsk tsk, the inheritance of the God of War is extremely domineering." On this side, Ye Chen looked at Xiao Chen with amazement.

The son of the King of War is as majestic as before, wearing purple gold armor, eyes like stars, black hair like waterfall, rolling qi and blood, like rivers and seas, mixed with thick dragon roars, the way is the most domineering, the word "war" can interpret everything about Xiao Chen.

Ye Chen had never seen the real Xing Tian, ​​but he could see some figure of the God of War from Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen's Tao was too strong and inherited the mantle of the God of War. At this moment, he was a real emperor's son.

"It was the opportunity given by Brother Ye." Xiao Chen smiled. This was true. If Ye Chen had not told him, God knew that Wang Xuanxing had a head of a war god, and God knew that in the year he could have reached this level.

"Remember, I owe me a favor." Ye Chen turned around Xiao Chen, and was very curious about the war god's robe. Especially when he saw the Shenzang hidden in Xiao Chen's body, he sighed. His strange phenomena all destroyed the world. If the Shenzang was fully opened, he could make him cry.

"I will never forget it." Xiao Chen smiled again. Ye Chen was curious about him. He was afraid of Ye Chen. Even though he got the mantle of the God of War and his combat power soared, he now has no confidence in defeating Ye Chen. The God of War Xing Tian is a legend, and the Holy Body lineage is also an immortal myth.

"Do you really want to fight me?" Ye Chen smiled.

"Natural." Xiao Chen was not artificial, his deep eyes were full of bright stars, and his fighting spirit was very strong.

"I said, why did you two run together?" As they spoke, the Dharma body poked Mingjue.

"I met you as I walked." Ming Jue said casually, still looking at the abyss. Those princes were all money. If you could be free for many years, you would have to give your master a long face.

"I have a genital come in." The abyss angrily shouted again, and the princes were still scolding.

"Just go in." The Dharma body shouted violently, took the lead, and was the first to kill him.

"So quickly and quickly." Ye Chen did not distinguish between order, and Ming Jue and Xiao Chen also swept over the evil spirit.

The four people were like four divine lights, penetrated into the abyss.

Seeing this, the Prince of the Honghuang was immediately panicked. We cursed a few times, and it was really fucking.

The four emperor sons, the lineup is so huge that everyone's faces are so pale. They know better than anyone else how strong the emperor son is. The four people join forces, and a hundred princes are far from enough to see.

"Let's go, retreat quickly." A prince of the prehistoric world roared and fled to the sky. The other princes did not pull him back. The opponent's reinforcements arrived first. What else can you fight? You have to fight.

"Let's go? Still want to leave?" The Dharma Body snorted coldly, holding the killing sword in his hand, and slashed the prince with one sword. Before the prince could settle down, the Ten Thousand Swords Wind God arrived and killed the prince's soul with one sword.

"All things come together." Ye Chen was even more straightforward. He merged thousands of secret techniques into one finger and poked a bloody hole into the prince's head, attacking the soul directly, and piercing through the other party's true body.

"The burial of the underworld." Ming Jue said cold and majestic, his palm was as heavy as a mountain, collapsing the sky and breaking the earth, and a prince who escaped did not even scream, and was crushed into ashes by his palm.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but his actions mean everything. He held the King of War and slashed the prince with one halberd. The prince's body was destroyed, and his soul could not escape the vastness, and his true soul was scattered.

After a meeting, the four princes were instantly caught. The other princes had no intention of fighting. They were all desperate to escape into the abyss. They were cold all over, their expressions were terrified, and even their hands holding the sword were trembling.

"Where to go?" Ye Chen scolded coldly, as fast as a strange fantasy, crossed all the princes, blocked the exit of the abyss, opened the Chaos Realm, summoned the Chaos Dipper. All things in the Chaos Realm evolved, the Chaos Dipper became bigger like a mountain, and the Cauldron stood on the earth. The two blessed each other and were domineering.

Because of his vision and the cauldron, the princes who rushed to the entrance were crushed back again. The one with a deep foundation was fine, but the one with a slightly weak Taoist practice was crushed into a lump of meat, leaving only the soul to escape.

"Ten Thousand Swords Coming to the Sect." Ye Chen, who was heading to Jiuxiao, waved his arms and pointed at the distance below. Ten thousand swords were roaring, and the brilliance was also cold, piercing through the air, and every sword light was destroyed and destroyed.

At the same time, the lower Dharma body also waved the killing sword, which moved the deity's group attack move. The golden sword shadow made people's scalp numb.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood flowers bloomed again, extremely gorgeous. The bodies of the princes in the prehistoric world were poked out blood holes, but they were not destroyed. Ye Chen and the Dharma Body did not think of using this method to kill each other. Everything was just to help Ming Jue and Xiao Chen.

They were not idle, and Ming Jue and Xiao Chen were not idle either. They were like the ghosts of the night, and they were elusive. Everywhere they went, a prince was beheaded, and his heads were rolled into the sky.

The four of them cooperated with each other and Ye Chen was blocked at the exit. Whenever the prince of the prehistoric world wanted to escape, they were blocked back. As a way to assist him, he disrupted the prince of the prehistoric world. The real killing was Xiao Chen and Ming Jue. The princes, who did not stand firmly, were destroyed in seconds.

This is a unilateral massacre, with bloody scenes. The princes of the prehistoric clan were like weak sheep in front of them, vulnerable, one after another.

"My clan will not let you go." A prince roared, his hair disheveled, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were full of madness. His divine body expanded rapidly. This posture was obviously about to explode.

"My Master is the emperor, it's not easy to scare me." Ming Jue snorted coldly, and rushed over and killed him with one step, pierced through the prince's soul with one finger. When he arrived, the prince could not even explode.

He did not self-destruct, but a large one came from the Dharma body and rushed into the crowd and exploded.

That's right, the Dharma body exploded, but because the time limit was up, more than a dozen princes were pulled to bury him before leaving.

"Are you sick?" Ye Chen cursed with a dark face. His Dharma body exploded, which also affected his deity. He squirted out an old blood crazily. Even his deity did not expect that his Dharma body would be so tidy.

Because he had already backfired, the Chaos Realm he supported was a little unstable, and the Chaos Cauldron was also shaking.

This flaw was caught by three or five princes, one by one, escaped from the abyss, rolled and crawled, and didn't dare to look back. There was no point in the prince's majesty.

"I'll be able to escape after you run away." Ye Chen said with a loud voice, and immediately pulled his bow and arrow, and all three or five arrows were the divine light of the Ninth Festival, shooting through Xutian.

Outside the sky, there were many blood flowers, which were very gorgeous. The prince who escaped, even before he could breathe, was shot down. When his bloody body fell, he turned into a wisp of ashes.

"Don't let me see your Dharma body again and kick him to death." Ming Jue, who was still attacking and killing, had a dark face. His Dharma body exploded, not only backfired Ye Chen, but also affected him and was blown away. He was extremely suspicious that the Dharma body was deliberately doing this.

"The Emperor's Son of the Great Desert is coming, and the battle is decided quickly." Xiao Chen sent a voice, and the halberd in his hand was called as a stick, and he didn't use the halberd to chop it. He changed it to smash it. After one halberd, the prince could stop it and was beaten one by one.

Needless to say, Ye Chen and Ming Jue were also fierce enough, being smeared by the Dharma body, and scattered all their anger on the prince of the prehistoric world. They did not hesitate to remove the forbidden law, but also had to resolve the war in the shortest time.

The sound of howling, roar, and roar filled the abyss, extremely shrill. This was not hell, but even hell. A prince of the prehistoric world was buried, dyeing the dark abyss bloody color.

"Bastard." The emperor son of the Emperor and the elders of the Emperor of the Emperor who were rushing to see the faces of the Emperor of the Emperor's soul plaque exploded one by one, and the thunder was even more furious.

This time, the Heavenly Lord's ruins and his group were in huge formations and sent countless powerful people. The purpose was to not only destroy the emperor's sons in the heavens, but also to slaughter the monks in the ruins.

But what's the truth? The cultivators in the heavens were destroyed by the prehistoric world, but he also suffered heavy losses in the prehistoric world. The prince, the prince, and the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world were frequently beheaded.

In addition, two emperor sons were destroyed.

Such casualties will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the prehistoric world.

"Kill, no one will be left." An old quasi-emperor in the prehistoric world roared, turned into his body, and rushed towards him.

Looking down from the sky, there are endless figures of people from the prehistoric tribe, either holding swords, flying clouds and fog, or driving chariots, like streams, gathering towards the abyss, everywhere, with the abyss as the center, and the world is surrounded by 100,000 miles, which is a huge encirclement.

This movement was too huge, and the prehistoric clan was too powerful. Wherever he passed, mountains collapsed one after another. The monks in the encirclement were also greatly affected. Whether it was the quasi-emperor, the great saint, or the holy king, they were all stepped into ashes under the iron hooves of the prehistoric world.

"What are you doing? Such a big battle." Chi Yangzi, who was hiding in the dark, showed up and looked at the place in amazement, "Can you find my emperor son in the heavens and prepare to siege and kill?"

"I didn't know when I saw it, but I was shocked. There were so many people hiding in the ruins." The old fishing old man said, "Is this here to find opportunities? This is here to fight! The army of monks!"

"Who is so generous to cause such a big disturbance?" On the top of a mountain, two figures stood side by side, carrying wine gourds, looking at the huge formations of the prehistoric clan, and sighing.

After a closer look, it was the son of the Sun and Moon, Zhiyan, and Song Yu, the King of Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. I don’t know what happened. The two of them got together, like a group, with strong evil spirits, and I don’t know how many people they killed.

"Which emperor son is you going to catch?" On the other side, Emperor Xuangu Tianshuo, carrying the blood-stained fairy sword, looked at it with a frown. Seeing such a scene in the prehistoric world, his face was not very good-looking.

"It's not Mingjue!" There was a woman standing beside Tian Shuo. She was the disciple of Emperor Wu, Bai Zhi. She really did not forget her original intention and came to help Tian Shuo and fought more than one battle with the Emperor's son of the Great Desolate.

The other parties, Xiaolu, Muyang, Li Fengqiu, Jiuliu, Feng Yu, Ziyu, Wu Qing, and other imperial sons also appeared one after another, but they were not in one place. The previous melee between the emperor's sons was all broken up and each was injured.

It is not that the emperor's sons of the heavens are not as good as the emperor's sons of the prehistoric world. It is just because the number is not equal. No one is killed this time, and it is a blessing that there is no humiliation or reputation of his ancestors.
Chapter completed!