"I really want the heavens to defeat my prehistoric world?" The quasi-emperor Taotie's eyes were scarlet and his face was ferocious. His fury sounded like a bell, which shocked half of the sky collapsed, and his evil aura was raging, and all the strands were as heavy as a mountain.

"Isn't this scene what you want to see now?" The quasi-emperor of Shin-chan smiled grimly, still stuck in the side.

"Where are you when we ask for help?" The suppressed Tengshe Quasi Emperor also laughed wildly, fiercely.

"Retribution, this is retribution." Qiongqi's quasi-emperor said the most unconcealed. Seeing that the Taotie tribe was defeated and asked for help, no one came forward to help the battle, he felt extremely happy.

"Bastard." The quasi-emperor Taotie was already angry, but was rebuked again this time. He was so angry that he almost blew his blood, and he almost fell into Xu Tian.

"Don't waste your time, no one will help you." The quasi-emperor of Tengshe, the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the sneer of the sne-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne-emperor of the sne

As he said that, these three people no longer resisted, or more precisely, four people, and the Taotie Quasi-Emperor, three Quasi-Emperors and three imperial soldiers jointly suppressed them, and there was no use to resist.

The four of them were honest, standing in the sky, looking at other tribes in the prehistoric world, waiting for their prince to be fucked.

At that time, those great tribes in the wilderness will definitely ask for help. What the four of them want to see is the picture, which is called "Daily Day" and "Daily Earth" and "Daily Earth is not effective, and they are so angry that they are about to go crazy.

If we ask for help, don’t care. If you ask for help, don’t expect us to help. Since we ignore the overall situation, we will be in turmoil.

The other prehistoric tribes sneered at their cold gaze.

They were calm, ignored them directly, sat firmly on Diaoyutai, gloating, and believed that their prince was strong and would not be defeated by others, and said confidently.

"You think, will the prehistoric tribes start to do it themselves?" The little monkey emperor raised his head and muttered.

"Don't say, this is really possible." Long Jie took a sip of wine and Runsang, "The civil war between the eight tribes in the Western Desert is very lively."

"Come on, plug your ears." The son of the witch clan handed over a ball of cotton, which was very understanding and distributed one by one.

Everyone had a tacit understanding and took it one after another, stuffing their ears.

It’s not their fault, but because the Ninth Prince Taotie who was fighting with Ye Chen fell to Xutian. Before he could land, Ye Chen grabbed one leg and swung it all up.

Seeing this scene, the older generation also stuffed their ears.

The next moment, there was a rumbling sound. The ninth prince Taotie, covered in blood, had a strong body in close contact with the battlefield. The human-shaped pit was smashed out and the gravel collapsed all over the sky.

"You deserve to die." The ninth prince of Taotie roared madly, disheveled his hair, gritted his teeth and opened his teeth, as ferocious as a demon,

"Come again." Ye Chen let out a wolf howl, his waist and horse merged, and then swung the Ninth Prince of Taotie and smashed towards the battle platform.

The rumbling again, and the roaring ninth prince Taotie sprayed blood on the spot, his internal organs moved, his body burst, blood gushed, and his soul was almost broken, trying to break free, but Ye Chen didn't give him any chance.

The battle stage was lively, with constant bangs, and one more sound, making people feel trembling and the one who listened to wanted to pee.

"Awesome!" Xiao Jiuxian laughed and said, she even took Chen Yi's arm, just like a young wife.

Chen Yi was a little confused, and the wine pot that was about to be settled.

Tian Shuo and Xiaolu on one side also raised their eyebrows and looked at Xiao Jiuxian up and down. This girl was very self-conscious!

The fairy mother of Yaochi also coughed dryly, and she was really caught off guard. She could tell the intentions of the Nine Immortals, but the difference in this generation was too far.

Helplessly, she had to look at the Jiuxiao Zhenren. His precious granddaughter was really weird and shocking.

Without her going to see, Jiuxiao Zhenren has already come over. He first smiled awkwardly at Chen Yi, then pulled Emperor Jiuxian and left, "You playful girl, no big or small."

"You said that love has no boundaries." Xiao Jiuxian struggled, dragged it by her grandfather, and wanted to run back again.

"That's an ancestor. Do you want grandpa to lose his life?" Jiuxiao Zhenren glared at her face.

"I don't care, I'm interested in him anyway." Xiao Jiuxian bulged her mouth and was pulled far away. She didn't forget to look back, smiled at Chen Yi and blinked her big eyes.

Chen Yi had a strange expression. The little girl was really interesting. Even though his mood was so frustrated.

"Come on, let's pack it up." Tianshuo and Xiaolu stuffed Chen Yi a storage bag, all of which were meaningful.

"What." Chen Yi was puzzled, not knowing what the two of them were doing.

"Share money." The two of them said, choking Chen Yi very much. The immortal mother of Yaochi on one side was also amused. The two supreme sons were also the most lively treasures.

"Save me, ancestor." When the few people were amused, a wail came from the battle platform. The ninth prince of Taotie was called for help, and the cry for help was shrill.

Looking away, it was a bloody scene. The domineering Taotie's body was thrown into pieces and disappeared. Blood splattered all over the bones and flew away. Just looking at it, it was shocking.

"No one can save you." Ye Chen snorted coldly, holding one of Taotie's legs, and threw it to the death. His anger towards the prehistoric world made his strength even more fierce.

"Save me, my ancestor saves me." The Ninth Prince of Taotie was like a humble ant, full of horror and screamed for help. How could he have the previous high posture this time?

The Taotie Quasi-Emperor's face was cold and he wanted to move his feet.

However, before he could speak, the three quasi-emperors of the heavens blocked the enemy. The three emperors' soldiers clamored and suppressed them strongly.

This guy gritted his teeth. Although he wanted to save him, he did not dare to act rashly. With his own strength, he would never be able to break through the ban.

To save people, he needed other prehistoric clans to help him fight, but what made him want to vomit blood was that those old guys were indifferent and were all sitting in the mountains watching the tiger fight, and no one came to help him fight.

The ninth prince of Taotie knelt down and was knocked to faint. His soul had been split and his true body was also injured by terrifying secret injuries.

"Beautiful." The little monkey emperor laughed and was domineering, his golden eyes bloomed with divine light, which was very dazzling.

"We're all embarrassed to say anything," he said.

"In terms of personality, it must be a holy body." Long Jie said earnestly, and then kicked the witch god son, "Learn to learn a little, it's loud, it's useless."

The witch god son had a very dark face. He wanted to come forward to clean up this guy, but he was kicked by the spirit god.

"Who else?" On the stage, Ye Chen stuffed the Nine Emperors of Taotie into the copper furnace with his hands and looked at the prehistoric clan with a smile, "Is there no one in the prehistoric clan who can fight?"

"It's so arrogant." He snorted coldly. Before he could finish his voice, he saw someone on stage, his long hair was like a silver waterfall, and his golden eyes were dazzling and extremely sharp.

This is a powerful prince, belonging to the Jinni clan, the eighth prince of Jinni, his ninth brother, and he is still locked in the copper furnace at this moment. Of course, he must not know about this.

If you want to say that the eighth son of the Jinqi family is indeed very extraordinary, with a strong original bloodline, like a magic sword unsheathed, with a powerful aura. His Taoist aggregate is above Taotie.

"Jin Qi is known for attacking, fellow Taoists must be careful." The kind-hearted young junior couldn't help but remind him.

"No matter how strong he is, he can be stronger than the previous emperor of another clan?" Ye Chen smiled in his heart, twisted his neck comfortably, as if nothing had happened. No one in the same level could do anything.

"You have the qualification to fight against me even if you lose to the four tribes of the prehistoric world." The eighth prince of Jin Qi said indifferently, his chin was raised very high, and he didn't even look at Ye Chen directly, and his eyes were also arrogant.

"The four of you said as erratic as you did." Ye Chen looked leisurely and patted the dust on his shoulder gently.

"The four wastes are also comparable to me?" The eighth prince of Jin Qi sneered, and his momentum reached the peak instantly. He pinched the big seal with his hands, evolved his magical powers, and attacked Ye Chen directly.

His body skills were as fast as thunder, and his attack was indeed domineering.

He is like a great sword, so unparalleled that it is destroyed and the space is like a piece of white paper in front of him.

"So proud, try the firepower." Ye Chen did not retreat but advanced, stepped forward, and the nine eight desolates were integrated in an instant.

As each punch and palm collided, there was a sound of thunder and a layer of halo spread out, and the space that was crushing along the way collapsed in an instant.

Looking at both sides, the golden horns exploded, but the blood immediately flowed backwards, the scars healed, and the recovery was extremely terrifying.

Ye Chen's fist was also cracked, stained with the blood of the golden elves and the holy body. His recovery power was not covered and he recovered instantly.

With one blow, the two of them are equal, and they are neither victorious nor defeated. The short-term confrontation is only a test, not full strength.

"There are two brushes." Ye Chen smiled. The person in front of him was much better than the four before, but compared to him, he was one level behind him, and beating him was like playing.

"Ant." Jin Qi's mouth was slightly raised, and she was so funny that she laughed. After a test, there was an ancient divine pattern on his eyebrows, and his combat power was at its peak.

After saying that, he disappeared, and no trace of him was found on the battlefield. Even many older generations narrowed their eyes slightly.

"Flying Thunder God Art." Ye Chen whispered lightly, a little surprised. At the moment of reincarnation, he could see the most clearly. The Eighth Prince of Jinniang used the Flying Thunder God Art of the Destruction God Art.

In the flash of lightning, he fled away in an instant, shaped like a ghost, floating in a vague way, and it was difficult for the older generation to find his traces.

As soon as he left, Jin Qi appeared at the place where he was standing. He made a piercing knife, like cutting tofu, splitting the space open, and it was even more neat. It was also a blessing that Ye Chen escaped early, otherwise he might have the head removed if he was not careful. Jin Qi had such strength.

"I underestimate you." Jin Qi smiled and disappeared again.

"The Nirvana Body is a branch of the Jinni Clan?" Ye Chen murmured, and fled again, and guessed the origin of the Nirvana Divine Clan, otherwise where did the Flying Thunder God Art come from.

As soon as he left again, the golden elves arrived. Only one ten thousandth of a moment ago, Ye Chen avoided it dangerously.

"You can escape the killing of nirvana." Jin Qi's face turned ugly and was regarded as a great humiliation when he missed two mistakes in the past and afterwards.

"Chasing! Why don't you chase after me?" Ye Chen showed his body a hundred feet away, holding a wine pot in his hand. Facing the death of the Death and Killing, he said calmly and leisurely.

"I will kill you." Jin Qi snorted coldly, and his body disappeared in an instant. He borrowed the dislocation of time and space, shuttled through half the time and space, killed in front of Ye Chen, and slashed at Ye Chen with a palm.

"There are a lot of big talk, can you do it?" Ye Chen curled his lips and avoided sideways. Although the Flying Thunder God Art is infinite, his Reincarnation Eye is not a cover. Even if it is a Reincarnation Eye, he will not be able to hit him with his Taoist practice of Jinniu.
Chapter completed!