Amid the discussion, Taoist Zhiyang escaped into a mountain.

Ye Chen raised the blood sword, then rushed in, swung the sword and slashed it.

Then, the mountains collapsed one after another and were razed to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure of the quasi-imperial weapons and the great holy bones.

Zhiyang burned the power of the soul and sacrificed his life span again.

He was only concerned about escaping his life, and there was no majesty at all in the Great Sage.

Ye Chen kept chasing and kept swinging his sword. Zhiyang's body was shattered again and again, healed again and again, and was shattered again and again. The whole person with one blood made people feel trembling.

One chase and one kill is like a divine light and an immortal light.

The mountains you encounter all collapse; the vast sea you pass by are all dry; the Cangyuan you cross also collapses instantly.

Who would have thought that this pursuit lasted for three days and three nights, and it spanned thousands of miles, but it had no results.

With the help of the Holy Bone, Ye Chen's speed was indeed as fast as a divine light.

However, although his combat power is far stronger than Zhiyang, if Zhiyang is trying hard to escape, he cannot easily catch up with him.

It is true that he is fusing the holy bones, but it is difficult to control such domineering power. This disadvantage is difficult to ignore.

It's another vast ocean, endless and magnificent.

Taoist Zhiyang fled in for a desperate attempt, and then roared, "Friends of Daohai, save me, and fellow Taoists of Daohai, save me."

He seemed to have known that there were powerful monks in this sea, so he came to ask for help, trying to avoid Ye Chen's pursuit.

Not to mention, there are really people in this sea, and their cultivation is not low.

That was an old man in white who slowly walked out from the bottom of the sea. His realm was a great saint, and he was still a little different from Taoist Zhiyang.

He was in seclusion here, but he did not expect to be disturbed.

However, when he saw the blood-bone Taoist Zhiyang, he was stunned, "Fellow Taoist Zhiyang, how could this be done?"

"Save me and save me." Taoist Zhiyang rushed over crazy.

The old man in white was even more stunned and subconsciously looked at the opposite side.

When he saw Ye Chen, he saw him holding a bloody sword, with a violent evil spirit and a huge murderous aura, like a demon.

"Quarantine?" The old man in white was surprised, but soon shook his head, "No, it was with the help of some kind of power."

Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward, first bowed, then smiled slightly, "I don't know who can do anything to sell me a thin face and forgive me if I have to."

Ye Chen said nothing, waved his sword directly and cut off the old man in white with one sword. The scene was bloody.

He did not hold back, but killed the old man in white, not only killed the head, but also destroyed his soul.

The head rolled down, and the eyes of the old man in white were highlighted.

He was depressed and should be frustrated. He was killed by someone in one meeting and caught off guard.

At the last moment of his mind being destroyed, he realized what it means to regret. He regretted not to show off, nor should he have done this kind of peace, which caused a disaster.

After killing the old man with white hair, Ye Chen stepped on the sky and continued to chase him.

Taoist Zhiyang stumbled all the way, and the old man in white blocked the gun for him, but he escaped very quickly and did not dare to look back.

The spectator followed up, and when he saw the old man in white with his body and head, he couldn't help but sigh, "Just practice well and go into seclusion well, and he insisted on running out."

"Now, I haven't pretended to be fine, I'll be slashing!"

"Zhu, this is Zhu." Some old guys shook their heads secretly, "I don't know what hatred Ye Chen has with Taoist Zhiyang, so I ran out to meddle in other people's business, and deserved to be destroyed."

"If you want to say Ye Chen, it's cruel enough." The sighs and slap sounds one after another, "It's really willful to say that you can destroy it."

"This time is considered a truth. Don't mess with the holy body if you provoke anyone, the consequences are very serious." Too many people shook their heads and smiled.

No one refuted this, and it is really a truth.

If you count it carefully, when Ye Chen came to Xuanhuang, whoever had a good ending with Ye Chen was involved in a good relationship?

No, almost none, from the gods of Taiqing Palace and the others to the Zhiyang today, they are all bloody examples.

One chase and one kill, and there were people watching the opera, which was so powerful.

More people were attracted. Seeing that Taoist Zhiyang was being hunted down, I was shocked to my eyes when I heard about today.

The people who gathered were like the ranks of the audience. There were many great saints among them, but none of them dared to speak out.

However, there are some people who don’t believe in evil and always want to come out and pretend to be like this.

That was a purple-haired old man, a real great saint.

He was not a local monk in Zhongzhou, but from the distant Eastern Wilderness. When he came to Zhongzhou, he happened to encounter this incident.

"Fellow Taoist helps me." Seeing the old man in purple robe coming forward, Taoist Zhiyang rushed over and was in a mess.

"Don't be afraid of fellow Taoist, I plead for you, the problem should be not." The old man in purple robe smiled, with a leisurely temperament.

As he said that, the guy looked at Ye Chen and raised his arm to bow.

However, before he could speak, Ye Chen had already slashed over with his sword. The Holy Bone cooperated with the power of the Quasi-Emperor's sword to destroy the dead.

The old man in purple robe changed his expression and wanted to hide, but it was too late.

Blood splattered, a head rolled down, only the soul escaped, and said in horror, "Don't care, I won't care."

Ye Chen did not respond, and waved his hand and Bajue's sword again.

On the spot, the old man in purple robe knelt down and his soul was also silent.

Like the old man in white, he was extremely regretful the moment before his death. He came to Zhongzhou from the Eastern Wilderness from thousands of miles away, and just walked around, and he was still noble.

Now it’s great. I worked hard for thousands of years, but I took the wrong step and went straight to the underworld and chose the grave myself.

The spectator walked by, sighing and could only observe silence.

Chasing and killing continue, rumbling all the way, and blood robbery all the way.

In front of him, the ancient city appeared, and it was magnificent. Taoist Zhiyang flew over and his roar shook the sky, "Save me."

The ancient city trembled greatly, with the great saint's power flowing, and then a cold snorted, "Go forgiving others if you want to."

Ye Chen didn't say anything and chased Taoist Zhiyang into the ancient city.

The first blood-haired old man was ready for battle, his qi and blood were overwhelming, and he had reached the bottleneck of the quasi-emperor, and his cultivation was as good as that of Zhiyang.

"Huayang City, you cannot tolerate a rash." The old man in the blood robe snorted coldly, hanging his head with a treasure pot, and a cold voice resounded throughout the nine days.

Ye Chen held the blood sword, his pace did not diminish and he swung the sword directly.

The old man with blood was furious and moved the treasure pot to fight against it.

The next moment, his treasure pot was cracked and shattered by Ye Chen's sword, and the falling fragments also turned into ashes.

He was also backfired, vomiting blood on the spot, retreating, and his face changed drastically.

"I won't care about this matter anymore." The old man with blood-haired turned around and fled, his expression was pale, his heart was trembling, and the air conditioning was rising.

He wanted to escape, but how could Ye Chen let him go?

The second sword had arrived and the blood-haired old man was killed.

Then there was the third sword, and the blood-haired old man's soul was destroyed.

"Okay, another great saint." The spectator sighed, "I didn't know anything and rushed out to make trouble and seek abuse."

"The Great Sage, who was destroyed by Taoist Zhiyang, is already the third one. It is estimated that Zhiyang is also a disaster star and has caused great harm to others."

"Save me and save me." In front, Taoist Zhiyang was still roaring, fleeing and roaring, calling for help.

However, the lessons of the past are the bloody examples, and have spread all over the world. Who would have run out to plead with him stupidly, unless the brain is kicked by a donkey?

Ye Chen is too strong, or in other words, the holy bones of the Great Saint Body are too domineering, and the remaining power is still there, who dares to fight under the quasi-emperor?

More and more people gathered to watch the show, and they caught a lot of great saints, but they only watched the show without looking for excitement.

Zhiyang Taoist's face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was cold.

He really understood the true feelings in times of distress.

He usually calls himself brother and brother, but he wants to lend his wife to sleep with his good relationship. In this difficult situation, he will stop talking.

"Sir, save me." As he spoke, the guy ran into a quiet forest, and then roared and roared.

"Senior?" The spectator raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the person who can be called a senior by Zhiyang is a quasi-emperor?

Thinking of this, everyone rushed over and chased after him.

Deep in the deserted forest is a lake, and there is an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a cloak, fishing leisurely.

"It's really a quasi-emperor." The spectator exclaimed in surprise.

"There's a good show now." Many people rubbed their hands and their eyes were bright, "He won't do even the Quasi-Emperor!"

"Waring against the quasi-emperor, I don't know which one of them is weak and which one is stronger."
Chapter completed!