Wherever he went, a person was swung away and his body exploded.

Wherever I go, there are people bleeding, and the picture is very bloody.

This is a lawless picture, too scary.

The spectators all opened their mouths and didn't say anything for a long time.

Those are seventy-two underworld generals! Eight quasi-saint kings and sixty-four saints were fucked by one person.

Ye Chen's strength is seriously out of the ordinary, and it makes people feel that he is not a quasi-saint, but a saint king.

"Let's go." The first general under the coroner throne was first to drag his bloody body, retreated from the battle circle, and escaped from the distance.

"Let's go?" Ye Chen sneered, and chased after him three or five times.

"You really want to die?" The first Ming general under the throne of the coroner shouted loudly, his eyes flushed red, and his forehead was exposed.

"Save it for you to stew the soup?" Ye Chen cursed and sent it to the sky with a stick. Before it fell, his body had already melted into blood mist.

Only one soul was left, and was sealed into the copper furnace by Ye Chen.

The generals of each palace had no intention of fighting and fleeing.

They wanted to leave, but Ye Chen refused to do it, and his eyes were red. The emperors of the various palaces fled in front, so he chased after him.

Once you catch up, if you don’t say anything, let’s talk about it first.

After opening the domineering body, his combat power and speed were completely above the generals of the various palaces, and this was an absolute suppression.
Chapter completed!