"Let me open it." He roared, the golden blood rolling, and he actually suppressed the pressure of five quasi-emperor soldiers.

"Suppress." The great saints who surrounded and killed him also roared, blessed their own secret techniques, and madly activated the quasi-imperial soldiers.

Now, the five quasi-emperor soldiers who had just been pushed up rushed into the sky again, making Ye Chen unable to move.

The healing holy body cracked again, and the holy blood blew in the crack, and every thread was dazzling.

"It's over, now it's over. Five quasi-emperor soldiers work together to suppress it. Even if there is a great holy bone, they have to kneel down." The spectators were gasping for air conditioning, and they were worried.

"It's not that Ye Chen is too weak, it's that too many people surround him and are too strong." The older monks sighed.

"If you fight alone, no one can defeat him under the quasi-emperor."

"Die! Die!" Taoist Zhiyang and the others all smiled grimly, their eyes full of bloodthirsty, and had already activated five quasi-emperor soldiers, which made Ye Chen below kneel down.

"Strength, who will give me strength?" Ye Chen gritted his teeth and supported him tightly. His eyes were red, his forehead was exposed, and his heart was roaring wildly.

He needs strength, stronger power, to break through the suppression brought by the five quasi-imperial soldiers.

Suddenly, he rotated in his right eye fairy wheel.

Then, a mysterious and ancient power revived, not knowing where it came from, but only knowing that it was very strong.

"Very good." Ye Chen laughed, his bloody hair fluttering, as if he knew what the left eye fairy wheel had awakened. His life spanked and sacrificed, triggering the domineering forbidden technique.
Chapter completed!