Ye Chen was invisible to the sky, and he raised his hand to bring the nailed baby to his side and put it in the purple-haired woman's arms, so that she could hold the child and go all the way.

She is from her hometown. She fought bloody battles more than two hundred years ago and also protected the people behind her.

He died in the battle in Nantianmen in his previous life, but was buried in Nantian City in this life. Both of them were Nantian, but they were in a foreign land. He had not even lifted the memory ban, and he did not know his so-called hometown even if he died.

He turned around and looked around silently, with a calm expression without any emotional fluctuations.

He didn't have to ask, just a glance to know which race these people are. Their origin is hot, just like the sun, they are from the Jinwu clan, and there are also many of them from the Kunpeng clan.

"It's not good to go wherever you go, so I'm going to come to the ancient city of Nantian." One of the old men in silver robe smiled faintly, revealing two rows of white fangs. "Since I'm here, I don't have to leave today."

Ye Chen didn't say anything, and stepped down in one step, disappeared instantly, and appeared behind the old man in silver robe again.

The old man in silver robe suddenly changed his expression. His saint's eyesight had never found Ye Chen's trace, and the same was true for others. Ye Chen's body movements were too fast, so fast that they could not understand.

Without thinking too much, the old man in silver robe immediately retreated, but it was still too late. Ye Chen had already bullied him and had no weapons. He grabbed the old man in silver robe with one hand and tore him directly.

"He is not an ordinary saint, so he works together to kill." The leading Jinwu clan, a golden robe old man and a purple robe old man, both of whom have the same level of cultivation, are both sage kings, and shouted angrily.

Under the order, everyone present moved, and the weakest cultivation was also the peak of the imperial realm, including quasi-saints and old saints, either magical powers or secret techniques, which overwhelmed Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was so strong that the Chixiao Sword appeared in his hand, swept across the sword, and his power was extremely powerful. Except for the two quasi-saint kings, no one could stop him from a sword, and it was covered with blood.

"Go together." The Golden Crow Quasi Saint King shouted coldly and came from the sky. His divine light shone in his eyebrows, and a golden light seal rushed out. It was a holy king-level magic weapon. His divine power was revived and he was pressed into the air.

The Chaos Divine Cauldron rushed out of the sea of ​​divine deity, without the fairy light blooming, it was simple and natural, and directly hit the golden light seal, smashing it into pieces with one blow, and the fragments of the magic weapon were also swallowed by it.

The natal magic weapon shattered, the Golden Crow Quasi Saint King was injured, and he retreated, and blood spitted out, but his eyes were full of incredible expressions. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations.

"Kill." The Quasi-Saint King Kunpeng shouted and shocked the sky. The attack was also reached. The natal magic weapon hanging on his head was a bit strange. It was actually an iron barrel, which was very ancient. It was cast from special immortal iron. This sect magic weapon was also at the level of the Quasi-Saint King, which was much more powerful than the Golden Light Ancient Seal.

Ye Chen was swallowed into the iron barrel on the spot. The killing and sealing prohibitions were all revived. The power of nirvana was raging, trying to seal Ye Chen's body and kill his soul.

"No matter how strong you are, you are just a saint after all." Kunpeng's Quasi-Saint King said coldly, very confident in his natal magic weapon. Even if the Quasi-Saint King is swallowed, he will not escape.

"The Master Kunpeng Pavilion takes action and is ready to take action." The Jin Crow Quasi Saint King and everyone present laughed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "If it weren't for fellow Taoists here, they would have suffered heavy losses."

"It's just a matter of raising hands." Kunpeng's Quasi-Saint King stroked his beard, looking like a senior expert.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his natal iron bucket buzzed violently, and then a big hole was blasted by a golden fist. A golden dragon shape jumped out from inside. Ye Chen killed it. Although the iron bucket magic weapon was strong, it was still a bit difficult to block him.

The quasi-saint of Kunpeng changed his expression and suffered backfire. The corners of his mouth were bleeding. The others also changed their expressions. They knew the domineeringness of the iron bucket, and they could not seal the saint Ye Chen.

In a moment of shock, Ye Chen had opened up the chaotic world and sealed all directions. The people present were crushed into Xutian in groups, unable to withstand the pressure of the chaotic world, and turned into blood mist.

Then there was a vortex of heaven-swallowing vortex. Those who were crushed, blood, bloodline, and primordial spirit, were all swallowed by Ye Chen and directly refined into the nourishment of the holy body.

The Chaos Cauldron was not idle either. The mouth of the cauldron faced downwards, and the whirlpools appeared. The magic weapons that fell in all directions, whether they were holy soldiers or quasi-holy soldiers, were swallowed by them, and became the nourishment for the cauldron body.

After only three breaths, except for two quasi-saint kings, everyone else was killed without exception.

Ye Chen was so evil that he stared at the quasi-saint King of Jin Crow and the quasi-saint King of Kunpeng. His expression was still calm and he was even more emotionally fluctuating. The more he showed this expression, the more terrifying it became.

"Holy...Holy Body, he is the Holy Body." Both quasi-saint kings stepped back with one step, their eyes highlighting their pupils, as if they had recognized his identity from Ye Chen's Chaos Realm.

They couldn't believe it, nor did they believe that the ancient holy body that had been killed in the prehistoric Forest three days ago was still alive. He was still alive, and he once again deceived the world.

"Go away quickly." The two of them worked together to create a teleportation array platform, and stepped on it one after another, crazily activate the array platform, and wanted to escape in this way without any intention of fighting.

They have long seen the strength of the holy body. Although they are at the level of a saint, they are hard to match the holy king.

Before Ye Chen chased, he moved the secret method of moving the sky and changing the earth, and changed positions with the Golden Crow Quasi Saint King. In other words, on the teleportation array platform, he became Ye Chen and Kunpeng Quasi Saint Kings.

Ye Chen suddenly appeared on the formation platform, and the Quasi-Saint King Kunpeng was shocked. He forgot Ye Chen knew the secret method of changing positions with others. He was not careful and actually let Ye Chen take advantage of the loophole.

The formation platform was shattered and was shattered by Ye Chen, and the Quasi-Saint King Kunpeng was lifted away by his palm.

The formation platform used for escape was cut off, and the two quasi-saints were instantly combined, and turned around and fled.

Ye Chen shrank into an inch and killed him in one step. His golden hand was like a divine sword. Ling Tian made a blow to the blood and bones that the Quasi-Saint King of Kunpeng chopped. Half of his divine body turned into flesh and blood, and his form was extremely terrifying.

The Jin Crow Quasi Saint King dared not rescue him. He fled for his life, burned his essence and his speed increased sharply.

Ye Chen did not chase him, but crushed the body of Kunpeng's Quasi-Saint King with one palm, forcing his soul to leave his body. The quasi-Saint King's Literature lost his advantage and could not escape his death.

After killing this quasi-saint king, he carried the blood-stained sword and stepped into the sky to chase the Golden Crow quasi-saint king.

Seeing Ye Chen chasing him, the quasi-saint of Golden Crow did not dare to stop at all. After the essence, he burned the power of the soul and escaped, and climbed to the peak of the Taoist practice, like a divine light.

But Ye Chen was faster, and he shrank three or five times and chased him into an inch, raised the Chixiao, and slashed the sky.

The quasi-saint of Golden Crow was injured and a bloody valley was cut out from the back of his spine. Through the wound, he could still see his brilliant spine. Fortunately, he had a deep foundation, otherwise he would have been slashed on the spot.

"I'm fighting with you." The quasi-saint king of Jinwu shouted violently, with a crazy look on his face, and his blood sacrificed his soul. His combat power was approaching the level of the Saint King. His body was filled with fairy light and rushed out one by one. Each was covered with a magic weapon, with as many as hundreds, and he urged him to slash at Ye Chen.

The Chaos Cauldron rushed forward and became like a mountain. It could be said that the tripod stood on the sky and the earth, the body of the tripod was trembling, the chaotic energy surged, and the Chaos Dao surrounded it, crushing hundreds of magic weapons into ashes.

The quasi-saint of Golden Crow was backfired, his body collapsed, and half of his head turned into plasma on the spot.

Ye Chen came, stood at Xutian, with the killing sword in his hand still dripping blood, Ling Tian looked down at him.

"Give me aside, this... these are all the orders of the prince. He is searching for your old friends everywhere. It would rather kill a thousand, not bad one." The quasi-saint king of Jin Crow was scared and his face was full of fear. The powerful quasi-saint king actually crawled on the ground, begging for life like a dog.

It is better to kill a thousand, it's a good one. Fortunately, Prince Jinwu won the prize in this way. There are indeed Ye Chen's old friend, or relative, and close relatives from his hometown in Nantian City.

Ye Chen was silent and raised his hand slightly. Ling Tian pressed his head on the head of the Golden Crow Quasi Saint King, and moved the mysterious search method, strongly searched the soul, ignoring the Golden Crow Quasi Saint King's God Sea ban, and depriving him of his memory.

The quasi-saint of Golden Crow roared in pain, the sea of ​​gods buzzed, the head exploded, and the body also turned into blood mist.

The screams were annihilated at some time, and another quasi-saint king died, and the power of the soul was swallowed up.

Ye Chen left, and the direction was not the western desert, but the hinterland of the southern region, and the world was frozen. "Xuan'er, Ling'er, wait for me for a while, I will always seek justice for them."
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