Walking along the sky, Ye Chen once again came to the Sea of ​​Negro.

Even though he has become a saint, the evil sea still puts great pressure on him.

Even the evil fate that even the Emperor of the Underworld could not be eliminated, and even the Ten Palaces of Hell dare not step on easily. It is conceivable how scary it is.

This is a very bad place. Few people come here to earn merit. Only he, a demon who dares to roam around.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine merits, one hundred quasi-saint-level evil dragons are enough; twenty saint-level evil dragons are enough."

Ye Chen had probably estimated that it was not as difficult as he imagined. With his combat power, the merit required by Ming General was easily earned.

He did it right away, and he took out the storage bag and stepped onto the beach.

Then, at the junction of the Sea of ​​Nei and the Beach, he flew and sprinkled dragons and scattered them in a whole sack.

If his actions are seen by others, his heart will be trembling.

You should know that the evil dragon in the sea of ​​evil is very fierce. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed up. People will be attracted to each other.

But he was fine, the whole sack was poured out, and the evil dragon that was drawn was not one, but a lot of them.

If you are not lucky, you may be summoned to summon the quasi-saint king evil dragon or even the saint king-level evil dragon, and the consequences will be less than good.

However, he was so urinating, and he was able to become a saint, and his combat power was enough to pick a group.

People are so willful and confident, but they can’t do anything about it, they are just like this.

Soon, the sea of ​​evil became uneasy and the clouds surging.

The tyrannical dragon roared out, and evil dragons roared out, as many as nine, all of which were quasi-saint-level evil dragons.

It is not small, and it is as big as a mountain. In their eyes, Ye Chen is just a small grasshopper.

"No matter whether you are a dragon or an insect, I will lie down."

Ye Chen shouted, crossed Xutian in one step, and rushed forward, slashing out an immortal river with one sword, cracking the world.

The evil dragon that charges in front is the most unlucky. As soon as a thunder and lightning is spit out, the dragon head is chopped off and a sword is the one who kills it.

The other eight evil dragons were not much better, and at the level of quasi-saint, they could not withstand Ye Chen's attack and were destroyed by Ye Chen's sword.

"Nine hundred merits are obtained." Ye Chen glanced at the merit book, and the nine hundred numbers were all in total, and there were nine lines of text.

If you continue at this speed, you can earn enough merits in less than half a day. This is the benefit of strong combat power.

Without any delay, Ye Chen took out another sack of dragon sprouts, flying and scattering, howling and waving.

The dragons scattered, and the fog raged again at the edge of the sea of ​​evil.

The nine-headed big guy roared out, and there was a saint dragon among them, which was much larger than the quasi-saint-level evil dragon.

It is also the loud howling, the huge dragon body collapsed, the sky was collapsed, the mouth was spitting flames, and the eyes were shot at thunder, which was very fierce.

Ye Chen couldn't stand this number, so he shrank into an inch in one step, killed the head of the saint evil dragon, held the sword in both hands and inserted it straight down.

The head of the saint's evil dragon was pierced, and the dark blood blew.

With the shrill wailing, it kneeled on the spot, and turned into a mist of evil fate, and its soul returned to heaven and earth, and it was so swollen that it was so loud that it was so loud that it was so loud that it was so loud.

The saint-level evil dragons were kneeling, and the other quasi-saint-like dragons could not make a big wave and were killed in groups.

Ye Chen didn't read the merit book anymore, and he carried the dragon to spread apart.

The evil dragon gave him a lot of face, so he sprinkled the dragon and ran out one after another. The dragon's eyes were huge, violent and bloodthirsty, with bloody mouths and spitting out lightning, extremely fierce.

They are fierce, Ye Chen is even more fierce, so they are not defensive.

The combat power is absolutely suppressed, and this is a unilateral massacre. The holy king-level evil dragon cannot be released, and the other evil dragons are all small shrimps.

Looking away, Ye Chen, who was as lawless as an ant, was so small that he could not raise his head.

In the distance, there were two ghost kings and an old general, and a team of people came here to earn merit.

When they saw Ye Chen, the three of them swallowed hard.

People all formed teams to beat a dragon, but this one was better. Each person picked a group and killed the dragon, just like cutting a watermelon.

"Then...is that Ye Chen?" The two ghost kings opened their mouths.

"Who else would be there if it's not him?" the old Ming general sighed.

"The only one who dares to fight the evil dragon in the entire underworld is the saint-level junior. He is the only one who dares to fight the evil dragon like this. The demon against the heavens is just a silence."

The three of them said one by one, and their hearts were stuttering as they spoke.

Seeing Ye Chen's guy, people remember half a month ago.

Under the Nine Palaces of Yama, there were 72 total of the underworld generals, who were killed by Ye Chen and howled, and nearly fifty of them died tragically.

As for those who escaped by chance, they were still whining on the hospital bed, and they heard that they had been removed from their throne by the various palaces of Yama.

That battle was really lawless. The holy body made a great reputation, and his name became a nightmare for a generation.

For such a cruel person, the evil siege dragon would not be his opponent. It would be a piece of cake to earn merit here.

"Eighty percent of the Dark Generals killed too many, and their merits were deducted."

"But if he is so strong, earning merit is like drinking water. It is a matter of time for the title of Ming general." A ghost king sighed.

"Where is the person who is more than others to crush people!" Lao Ming rubbed his eyebrows.

They are all saints, and he is hundreds of years older than Ye Chen?

Thinking back to the time when they were earning merits, it took them eight hundred years to be granted the title of the underworld general.

The human saint body is better. One sword is one. The merits do not rise one by one, but hundreds of rises, which can anger individuals to death.

The two ghost kings also coughed dryly, with a tangled expression. They were both scrambling in the underworld, looking at others and then looking at themselves, embarrassing.

While the three of them were talking, Ye Chen killed another evil dragon, carried the wine pot, and drank it in a very beastly manner.

Looking at his merits, he had only a little more effort. He had already earned more than half of the merits needed by the Ming General.

"Come again." Ye Chen threw the wine pot, took out the dragon sank, and ran to the edge of the Sea of ​​Nei. He had hope and was full of energy.

However, before he had just arrived, he had time to scatter the dragon, and the sea of ​​evil became restless and rolled in the storm.

Ye Chen was not careful and was swallowed by Bo Tao. Well, to be more precise, he bumped into it.

"Oh my God! The holy body actually took the initiative to break into the sea of ​​evil." The two ghost kings not far away couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's so reckless." Lao Ming frowned.

He lived longer than Ye Chen and knew the Sea of ​​Neijing better than Ye Chen. He could just wave on the side, but he would never step into the Sea of ​​Neijing.

The evil dragons on the sea of ​​evil are so fierce, let alone the bones that a saint would be swallowed in the sea of ​​evil are gone.

There are many evil fates in the sea of ​​evil, which will erode the soul. There are countless evil dragons inside, and the level is far beyond imagination.

Now that Ye Chen has stepped in, the consequences can be imagined.

In the sea of ​​evil, Ye Chen stabilized his body and looked around.

However, what he saw was full of misty mist.

At the foot, the waves were surging, and the sea of ​​evil was pitch black. If you look closely, you could see evil ghosts struggling.

There were continuous shrill wails, with magic that confuses people's minds. Even with his concentration, his mind almost lost.

In the dark, there is also a force that erodes his soul, and that power is a bad fate, invisible and mysterious.

It is precisely because of the evil fate that the evil sea space is chaotic.

He was obviously involved from the edge of the Sea of ​​Nei, but now he is far away from the beach and swallowed into the depths of the Sea of ​​Nei.

Even his spiritual sense was blocked by evil fate, and he didn't know where to go out, and he had no sense of direction.

"This is not fun." He frowned and his face looked extremely ugly. This incident was really caught off guard.

"Is it possible that I killed too many evil dragons this time? I was targeted by the evil sea and evil fate, so I swallowed me in?"

"It's really nonsense. Earn some merits, so many birds' affairs."

Ye Chen cursed secretly, and with a thought, he sacrificed a pair of armor, wrapped around his body, and many protections were also turned on.

This is a sea of ​​evil, with many crises. He is a saint and may be killed at all times. This is no better than outside.

Sure enough, an evil ghost crawled out of the evil sea under his feet, his face was ferocious, and he stretched out his sharp claws to drag him into the evil sea.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, swept across his sword, and many evil ghosts were killed.

The evil ghost wailed, causing dragons to roar in all directions, and the fog rolled, and evil dragons rushed over. There were a lot of numbers and the level was not low.

Ye Chen waved his sword and kept pointing in all directions. The move was the ten thousand swords towards the sect. This was the ultimate attack move, which was the most suitable for this moment.

A group of evil dragons were hit, and the dragon's body was bleeding, but it was still culled, with bloody mouths open and squirting lightning and flames.

Ye Chen looked cold, and he pushed away the fog and took the initiative to attack and kill.

Fortunately, the rushing dragon is only at the highest level of the quasi-saint king, not at the level of the saint king or even higher, otherwise it would be very difficult.

The evil dragons were killed, and the dark dragon blood flowed into the dark sea of ​​evil and were swallowed by evil ghosts in the sea of ​​evil.

Because of his killing, more and more evil dragons roared.
To be continued...