asshole!

The saints of Senluo Palace were furious, and the other strong men of Senluo Palace were even more embarrassed. Those who were not killed escaped thousands of feet away, but they did not want to be swept to the indiscriminate Wanjian to the sect again.

Attack, continue attacking!

The saint of Senluo Palace shouted angrily and personally took over the attacking magic circle.

When I don't have it?

Ye Chen snorted coldly, on the top of the mountain at the center of Jiulong Gongtian, there was another huge Xutian killing formation on it.

This formation is the most domineering attack array in the Heavenly Court. It is based on the power of the Nine Dragons archway. With the transformation of Long Yi and the formation pattern of the Taixu Ancient Dragon rank, its power is not ordinary domineering.

Ye Chen had great courage and sacrificed 10 million source stones to activate this ultimate killing formation. The ultimate killing formation was instantly revived, and the power of silence was raging. Ye Chen personally took charge of it, aiming at a blood-haired saint in Senluo Palace, and swept out a divine light surrounded by nine-colored light, which was powerful enough to be destroyed.

The blood-haired saint changed his expression and hurriedly sacrificed his natal holy soldiers to block it, and it was a bronze shield.

pound!

The Nine Colorful Divine Light hit the bronze shield without any bias, and sparkled a sharp fire.

The bronze shield is not weak, blocking the Nine Colorful Divine Light.

However, the saint of Senluo Palace suffered a backlash and flew out with his shield. He flew over more than a dozen times in Xutian. After stopping, he sprayed blood out.

this....!

Seeing this scene, not only the strong men in Senluo Palace were shocked, but also the other saints in Senluo Palace were shocked.

kill!

The blood-haired saint roared and his hair was scattered.

However, before he could get close to the fairy mountain, he was blown out by the nine-color divine light swept out from the Xutian Jue Killing Formation. This time he flew further away and collapsed a mountain not far away.

kill!

Kill me!

The saint of Senluo Palace was furious and swung his sword to point to the fairy mountain of Heavenly Court.

The powerful men in the Senluo Palace were overwhelming. This time they learned to be smart and protected their entire body with their natal magic weapons.

Name one by one!

Ye Chen showed his power and piled up tens of millions of source stones. The rolling holy body essence also poured into it. He aimed at a quasi-saint. The second nine-color divine light swept out, which was also destroyed.

Even the saint was injured. How could a quasi-saint withstand it? The other one could not dodge and was destroyed on the spot.

Retreat, retreat quickly!

The saint of Senluo Palace shouted, but the next moment he was taken care of by the Jiucai Divine Light and flew out.

The powerful men in Senluo Palace reacted like a tide, but they did not attack, but retreated.

Where to go!

Ye Chen activated the Xutian Killing Formation to sweep out the divine light. A quasi-saint in Senluo Palace, even the body with the soul will be destroyed under the nine-color divine light. Many of the powerful people in Senluo Palace around him were affected.

Long Yi and the others were not idle either, in groups of three or five, to jointly activate the attack array. It was not a large-scale attack, but a name was called one by one like Ye Chen.

It is worth mentioning that the reincarnation of Da Chu is still accurate. It is said that experts in sniping are basically shot without any flaws. Every time a magic array light is swept out, someone will be stained with blood.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The army of Senluo Palace was subjected to seedlings, and blood flowers bloomed after blood flowers, which were very gorgeous in the void.

The folk customs here are really tough!

The two black and white saints who were pitted by Ye Chen before made a smacking tongue.

Whose people are this!

Old Dao Yan also sighed. He was really looking at it. The 100,000 cultivators in Senluo Palace were killed by a group of 30,000 cultivators who didn't even have quasi-saints.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood flowers are still blooming, and the picture is still gorgeous.

Looking at the strong men who were killed one by one, the saints of Senluo Palace had the urge to spit out old blood.

It’s just that there is no way to attack here, but the attacks inside can be fought unscrupulously. They have never fought such a frustrated battle for more than two thousand years of practice.

Walk!

The saint of Senluo Palace roared and flew out of the Great Chu Star in a panic.

Looking at the remaining defeated generals in Senluo Palace, there were only less than 30,000 left in the previous 100,000, and there were no casualties at the saint level, but there were only four left in the dozen quasi-saints. Other powerful people at the peak of the imperial realm were wiped out by the magic circle inside, and the losses were extremely heavy.

Come again if you have the habit!

In the fairy mountain of Heavenly Court, Ye Chen's majestic cold shout came from Ye Chen.

In a word, the powerful man from Senluo Palace who was almost blocked was bleeding. Five saints, more than a dozen quasi-saints and hundreds of thousands of cultivators were beaten by the small heavenly court and fled in a panic. There was nothing more embarrassing than this.

Huh?

The monks from all directions who were still watching outside the Great Chu Star were stunned when they saw the powerful men in the Senluo Palace escape.

What's the situation!

Everyone scratched their heads, and there was a mist on their end.

Only 30,000 people were left to be fucked?

Heaven is so strong?

No wonder I dare to drive away the Hualong Sect. I am so confident!

Amid the discussion, the powerful men of Senluo Palace went north in a hurry, but everyone knew that Senluo Palace would not give up.

Not only do they know, but Ye Chen and the others also know, but they are not afraid, they can run away if they can't beat them.

Clean the battlefield!

Ye Chen waved his hand with a smile.

OK!

The reincarnated people of Da Chu grinned and flew out of the fairy mountain in pieces.

The earth outside the mountain was blood-colored, all dyed red by the powerful people in the Senluo Palace. A total of 70,000 people were destroyed, including many quasi-saints. There were many storage bags and many broken magic weapons.

The monks of Da Chu are still very good at cleaning the battlefield.

In my previous life, under the wise leadership of Ye Chen, the Holy Lord, he basically went wherever he fought.

At this moment, Ye Chen had already brought Yan Laodao and Long Yi to an underground palace.

When it comes to Old Dao Yan, he is still quite interested in Long Yi's shiny forehead. As he looks at it, he has the urge to rush up and touch it for a few times, and the touch should be very good.

Besides, Long Yi here was also looking at Old Dao Yan up and down. Especially after seeing Old Dao Yan's bearded man, this guy would inexplicably have the urge to go up and grab a few hands.

As they looked, one of them touched their bald heads and the other stroked their beards. There was a deep meaning in their eyes when they looked at each other. Both had a very high vision, and it seemed that they both saw the extraordinaryness of each other.

"Does it feel like mutual appreciation?" Ye Chen looked at the two guys with interest.

"It seems familiar." Long Yi said meaningfully.

"I wish I had met too late." Old Yan said earnestly.

"I really like you two like this." Ye Chen said, bringing Lin Shihua, who was banned, and unblocking her with her hand. She was as crazy as ever, and was afraid of everything. Her delicate body shivered and kept moving towards Ye Chen until she grabbed Ye Chen's arm.

"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen patted Lin Shihua's jade hand. Whenever he saw her like this, he would feel inexplicably sad.

"If you said, you lack one soul and three spirits." Old Master Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You can do it! You can see through it just by just one look." Long Yi was surprised.

"You are the trace of the soul of the Dragon Emperor Taixu. You should be able to see my old family." Old Dao Yan said slowly, "If you don't even have this little Taoist practice, the old Dao will not have to mess with it."

"I forgot this." Long Yi touched his chin again.

"You two can work together, you can do it." Ye Chen looked at Long Yi and Old Taoist Yan eagerly.

"I need your help." What surprised Ye Chen was that Long Yi and Old Dao Yan actually spoke in unison.

“How to do it.”

"The remnant soul of the Dragon Emperor of Taixu should be well-versed in the spiritual summoning array." Old Dao Yan spoke first, "Although the spiritual summoning array is mysterious, it is difficult to accurately find her soul in the underworld. In this way, we need to cooperate with the spiritual summoning array of our old family and cooperate with the spiritual summoning array of the Taixu lineage."

"Tell me the point." Ye Chen said immediately.

"To put it bluntly, it is to send your soul into the underworld to find the soul of poetry and painting." Long Yi said slowly, "But this method is very dangerous. After all, the underworld is not a good place."

"Don't let the ink marks, just open it."

"What an impatient." Old Dao Yan curled his lips and had already started to take things out of the Qiankun bag, mostly Taoist talismans, and nine ancient magic lamps, which were engraved with runes.

Long Yi was not idle either and kept taking out strange things.

Soon, the two got together, muttered for a while before they started to form an array to carve ancient formation patterns.

Seeing this, Ye Chen pulled Lin Shihua back aside, found a comfortable place, took out the wine pot, and then did not forget to stuff a spiritual fruit to Lin Shihua. Lin Shihua did not refuse, but still pulled Ye Chen's arm. He was afraid of everyone, but not Ye Chen.
To be continued...