Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the sky and the earth, and the cold murderous intent suddenly appeared. With Ye Chen as the center, the heaven and earth all formed ice inch by speed visible to the naked eye.

Kui Niu and others frowned. This naked murderous intent originated from the soul, which made people tremble in their hearts. Too many people's smoldering, and many people couldn't help but shiver.

Who is the man in a black robe and wearing a ghost mask? Why is he exposed such murderous intent?

Who was the bloody man who was thrown on the stage just now? Who threw him on the cloud platform?

Everyone from all over the world was confused, not knowing who Manshan was, not knowing who Ye Chen was, and not knowing what happened. In these moments, the atmosphere of the hot cage at the grand event became extremely depressing.

The ghost mask on Ye Chen's face collapsed and was crushed into a wisp of catastrophe by murder, revealing his true face. More than half of the people who saw it suddenly stood up, "Wild...Wild Ancient Holy Body?"

"It's Ye Chen, he is still alive?" Too many people were stunned, with disbelief. "It's rumored that the holy body has been buried in an ancient ruin. Why is it still alive? Is it because I misread it?"

"The ancient holy body is very strong. Outside the ancient city of Donghuang, dozens of great saints did not kill him. This time, he escaped from the golden cicada again and deceived the world." Someone sighed.

As he was talking, Ye Chen raised his eyes, his expression was so calm that he stared at a young man in silver robe. He saw it clearly, and the one who threw Manshan onto the stage was the young man in silver robe.

When Ye Chen looked at it, the young man in silver robe was lying on the seat, leisurely turning the ring on his thumb, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, smiling with a smile on his face, looking at Ye Chenyao in a playful and tragic manner, "Don't doubt it, this is my masterpiece. I am very kind and saved his life."

Ye Chen slowly stood up and handed the fainting Manshan to Qian Shangyue. There was a surging demonic aura in his body, pushing Kui Niu, Xiao Yuanhuang and others off the Yuntai.

Under his eyes, the young man in silver robe stood up and showed two rows of white teeth. "You like this great gift. This is the painful price of accusing Fengxianer's sister."

"Phoenix Fairy? The princess of the Phoenix Clan?" The young man in silver robe said, causing the discussion to suddenly begin.

"She is here too? It seems that the Phoenix Clan was not invited to the grand ceremony of the 1000s!" Someone murmured softly, subconsciously glanced at the four directions, but after a look, he did not see the Phoenix Clan Fengxian's Phoenix Clan.

"Since it's about Fengxian'er, then the explanation is clear." Someone touched his chin, "The young man in silver robe is the nine-headed bird clan and has a close relationship with the Fenghuang clan. He vented his anger for Fengxian'er, and then he attacked Ye Chen's old friend. This is the cause of the incident."

"Why use a ox knife to kill a chicken?" The prince of Jinwu smiled faintly, his lips slightly raised, and a trace of cunning flashed in his golden eyes. He also had a part in this matter and was also a participant.

It was him who told the nine-headed bird... Ye Chen was in the southern region, and he also captured Manshan. He seemed to have known about Ye Chen's relationship with Manshan, and he also expected that Ye Chen would come with Qian Shangyue to attend this grand event of the Ten Thousand Races. The matter was so far, just like what he expected.

"Come on, let me see if the so-called ancient holy body is really invincible at the same level." The nine-headed bird laughed, climbed to the sky in one step, spreading its phoenix wings, and it was really enraged.

He is at the quasi-saint level, but his mighty blood and domineering bloodline are stronger than the Phoenix God Son. He also thinks he is stronger than the Phoenix God Son, otherwise he would not have been so stupid as to fight with the ancient holy body.

"You also need to pay a heavy price for today's actions." Ye Chen stepped through the sky and went straight into the sky. His ethereal words were majestic and cold. He looked down on everything in the world with one word.

"Do you?" The nine-headed bird sneered, his palms and thunder raged, and Ling Tian slashed down with his palm.

Ye Chen's eyes shone coldly, and he shrank into an inch in one step, and he instantly avoided Ling Tian's palm.

The nine-headed bird changed its color and truly faced the holy body, and only then did it realize its strangeness. This body technique alone was a destiny of fate. With his eyesight and his Taoist practice, he could not capture Ye Chen's figure.

When he realized it, everything was too late. In a short moment, Ye Chen had already walked behind him, grabbed the nine-headed bird's phoenix wings with one hand, tore it apart, and blood immediately poured down.

"You should die." The Nine-Headed Bird roared, turned around suddenly, pinched his magical powers with his hands, and slapped it out with one palm.

Ye Chen's golden fist was facing the face, and the nine paths and eight desolates were instantly integrated. One punch was domineering, destroying the dead and the nine-headed bird's palms and fingers exploded, and its entire arm was broken, and its muscles, bones, blood and flesh were flying all over the sky.

The nine-headed bird retreated, and his expression changed again. The strength of the ancient holy body shocked him.

The people below were also shocked. The first time I saw the Holy Body take action, it was so fierce. The Nine-Headed Bird was carrying domineering bloodlines and had strong combat power. He was even the Phoenix Son, and he was defeated in one move.

Ye Chen punched again, more fierce than before, with the golden fist invincible, destroying half of the body of the Nine-Headed Bird. The gorgeous blood blew, falling from the sky, and every drop was dazzling.

"Prince Jinwu save me." The nine-headed bird roared, dragging his blood-colored body, fleeing in Xutian, and asking for help while escaping. He was afraid, and he could be beheaded at all times.

Prince Jinwu smiled faintly, but did not move, but a figure beside him seemed to be straight into the sky.

It was a purple-haired young man, whose body was the ancient phoenix eagle, which was the bloodline of the combination of the phoenix and the red flame bloodline. It blended the essence of the bloodline of the two clans. Although it was a quasi-saint, it was extremely powerful.

Hey, seeing the ancient Feng Diao killing, the little monkey emperor quit, swinged the black gold iron rod to kill Xu Tian, ​​the golden eyes spit out flames, and the domineering spirit surged to block the enemy for Ye Chen.

After the little monkey emperor, four figures entered the sky with Prince Jinwu, including a golden-winged roc, an ancient blood goose, a silver-eyed planthopper and an ancient red bird. The bloodlines are all ancient and powerful. They want to work together to siege Ye Chen and want to kill him.

Hey, Ye Chen took out his brothers, Martial Bear, Fairy King He, Pangolin and Beiming Fish, and rushed into the void without distinction, blocking the birds of four ancient races.

The battle suddenly began, and the six-on-six lineup was a battle to collapse, and the space collapsed.

But the crisis of the Nine-Headed Bird was not resolved. He dragged his blood body and fled to death. Ye Chen followed him like a shadow. Once he caught up, he would attack directly, and the Nine-Headed Bird almost died.

"Originale, it's your time to show your power." Prince Jinwu took a leisurely tea and glanced at a young man in blood robe. The man's pupils were gloomy and tyrannical and bloodthirsty, making people dare not look directly at him.

"It's easy to say." Yaqi Orochi smiled and slowly stood up. He ascended to the sky in one step. The saint's power was pressing against the sky, and the rolling qi and blood were rolling. Every strand was heavy like a mountain, and the sky was crushed to collapse in an instant.

"Little Changzeng, you are so powerful." Kuiniu suddenly moved and entered the misty sky. His voice was majestic, mixed with the power of thunder, naked. His arms were naked, his body was torn apart with thunder and lightning. His black-colored bull eyes flashed with domineering light, his saint-level aura, and even more of a young man in his blood robe.

"Kiuniu, you're not doing it, get out." Yaqi Orochi snorted coldly, and his eyebrows were instantly drawn with divine patterns. A huge phenomenon appeared behind him. It was an eight-headed snake with a huge body. Each pair of snake eyes also flashed with a gloomy bloodthirsty light. If you take a look, your mind may be lost.

"I dare to scold me, I'm very upset with old bull." Kui Niu shouted loudly, swung the battle axe to the sky, and rolled up the domineering thunder with one axe, trembling the world, and slashing the Yamata Orochi retreated.

"Now, it's seven to seven." Everyone below looked up, and always felt something was wrong. It was a great event for thousands of races, without any warning, and it just happened to be a group fight. Everyone was fierce and fierce. They could be named after any one of them.

"It seems that it is not seven to seven." Someone sighed and signaled others to see one side.

Someone rushed up again, all of whom were good friends with the Jinwu clan. There were as many as nine people, all of whom were quasi-saints, all with ancient bloodlines, and their names in the southern domain were well-known.

The nine people rushed to Ye Chen, and the nine-headed bird that was chased and killed half-dead, and ten powerful quasi-saints surrounded Ye Chen, without intending to let Ye Chen survive.

Prince Jinwu held the wine glass and admired the Xutian War with interest. During this period, he still glanced at Qian Shangyue, with his mouth slightly raised, his eyes were too long and very vicious.

Looking at Qian Shangyue again, her expression was indifferent and she did not go up. Instead, she was helping Manshan to continue the Taoist roots. This matter should not be delayed. If there is any mistake, Manshan will lose all his cultivation and endanger his life.

As for the Xutian War, she had absolute confidence in Ye Chen. In the past, he could fight against twenty-seven quasi-saints, and today he could fight against ten quasi-saints, even if those ten quasi-saints were very strong.

The ancient holy body is invincible at the same level. As long as people of the level of Prince Jinwu and Prince Kunpeng participate in the siege and kill, Ye Chen will have no worries about life, and his combat power is not enough.
Chapter completed!