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Chapter 1864 He is the dusty night

The world became quiet, just because Ye Chen glanced at the armadillo and was stunned, like a stone statue with dull eyes and no divine light.

On the other hand, the armadillo opposite, with slightly raised mouths, looking at Ye Chen with interest, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

He was very confident that Ye Chen's form was as expected, and as he could not escape his illusion.

"What's the situation?" Seeing Ye Chenzhu's motionless, the little monkey emperor in the audience couldn't help scratching his head, looking shocked.

"The prehistoric armadillo is good at illusion and has a great connection with the gods. The flowers bloom in one thought are very domineering. Ye Chen is probably caught in illusion, and his mind is dragged into the illusion." Emperor Nan pondered.

"The Armadillo smiled so happily, probably because he was sure to eat Ye Chen." The witch god son cursed inwardly, "I'm so angry when I look at it."

"You're too underestimating the Holy Body." The ancient goddess chuckled, "When the Yaochi grand event was held in the grand occasion, he also had a thought of the son of the gods, and the flowers bloomed, and they were differently broken."

"The situation is different." The goddess of the spirit clan frowned and said, "He was carrying fairy eyes back then, but now he has no fairy eyes to help him."

Everyone was worried about what she said. The strong wind and waves came, and the gutters capsized.

"Why didn't you move?" As the few people spoke, discussions from all directions also broke out, and their eyes were all looking at the battle platform.

"The mind was pulled into the illusion." Jiuxiao Zhenren said lightly, "A thought of flowers blooming, an illusion that cannot be defended."

"It's really hard to break the armadillo illusion without the immortal eyes." Chiyangzi looked worried and always felt something bad happened.

"I bet on the armadillo, and I died miserably." Jiuchen burped, maybe he was tired, so he sat at the foot of Yun Xiaozi, put his hands on him, and lay on Yun Xiaozi's lap again.

"Get out." Yun Xiaozi finally got angry and kicked this guy with one kick. What about the Great Qilin?

"Watch the show." Jiuchen coughed dryly, came back with a slouch again, helped up the small stool, and sat there again.

Yun Xiaozi was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he changed the ground with Chiyangzi, and looked at the battle platform, but Ye Chen still didn't move.

"In your opinion, can that little guy break the thought of flowers blooming?" Mo Yuan smiled, saying this to Jiang Taixu.

"It's just an illusion." Jiang Taixu smiled, his eyes were filled with ancient wells, and he was very confident in Ye Chen and did not doubt it.

"Break! Break quickly!" A group of juniors from all heavens, like ants on a hot pan, were anxious and restless.

"If you lose to the six tribes in a row, you will not fall into my armadillo tribe." The quasi-emperor of the armadillo smiled faintly, his bloody eyes were cruel and ferocious.

"Master, it seems that we don't need to kill us." Shangyang smiled grimly, his face being even more remarkable than the armadillo.

"It's best to die at the hands of the armadillo, but I can save myself from taking action." The ancestor Yan Tian said indifferently, and then closed his eyes.

"I want to take down the ancient holy body with just one illusion. Armadillo is probably thinking too much." Tian Shuo smiled leisurely, and when he saw the Armadillo quasi-emperor full of confidence, he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"There is a great mystery in his eyes." Chen Yi's words were quite meaningful, standing quietly, staring at Ye Chen's eyes.

"What a coincidence, I think so too." Xiao Jiuxian smiled playfully. He came again at some point, and the little girl was very conscious, standing next to Chen Yi and holding someone's arm.

On the stage, the armadillo had transformed into a killing sword, holding it in one hand, and walked towards Ye Chen step by step, both of which were both slow and slow to play with the tragedy.

The younger generations of the heavens were nervous when they saw that their bodies were tense. Every time the armadillo took a step, their hearts would be beat violently.

Even many older generations raised their hearts to their throats, and their hands were white and sweat soaked their clothes.

If Ye Chen cannot break through the illusion, he will inevitably be killed by the armadillo. After finally having a scene, he will be destroyed like this, which will be a huge loss for the heavens.

"This is the cultivation of the humans in the heavens, so weak that they are vulnerable." The ninth prince of the Armadillo resounded throughout the world.

"It's ridiculous." Ye Chen said in his heart, disagreed, and just stood there, without moving, without any reaction.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was really caught in the illusion of armadillo and had become a lamb to be slaughtered, allowing the armadillo to be slaughtered.

Unfortunately, people in the world still underestimated him too much, and they were full of reincarnation. A thought of blooming flowers was ineffective for him.

Even without the samsara eye, he still has many ways to break the deadlock, but it is more direct to break the deadlock with his pupils.

"It will cost you to provoke the prehistoric world." Half a stroll away, the Armadillo prince stopped, soaked in a strange smile, and raised his sword of killing, but not slashing at Ye Chen, but raising Ye Chen's mask. He also wanted to see how honorable it was to defeat the human cultivators of the six tribes in a row.

However, before the tip of his sword touched Ye Chen's mask, Ye Chen's dull eyes burst into bright divine light.

This change made the Armadillo's color change suddenly, and his eyes looked, proving that Ye Chen's mind had returned and the illusion had been broken.

"I still want to kill me?" Ye Chen sneered and slapped. The Ninth Prince of Armadillo, who was still shocked, was caught off guard by a palm and almost beaten.

"How is that possible?" The face of the Armadillo quasi-emperor also changed suddenly. He knew that the horror of a thought of the flower blooming was broken.

"It was so easy that it broke the illusion of the armadillo." Other prehistoric tribes were also quite surprised. They ignored the thought of the flowers blooming. Few people in the same level could do it easily.

"Beautiful." The little monkey emperor couldn't help but howl, "I'll just say it! Lao Qi is very capable?"

"Idiots, armadillos are stupid." Long Jie and others were not idle either. The howling was so shocking that people's ears were buzzing.

"Impossible, this is impossible." The roar of the ninth prince of the Armadillo, even more so that the little monkey emperor and the others, the eyes of the guy were red, the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and his face was so ferocious that he was distorted. He couldn't accept the illusion that he was proud of. He thought that a thought of blooming flowers could easily solve Ye Chen, but who would have thought that it would be useless to him.

"There are many impossible things." Ye Chen's words were silent and cold, and his body was like a ghost, bullying himself in front of the armadillo.

The psychological quality of the Armadillo Prince was indeed not very good. After being hit a little, he even forgot his defense. With just one encounter, his head was beheaded.

The neck with a bowl-small mouth, blood gushed like a spring, and the bloody head rolled down on the battlefield.

Only then did he realize that his soul escaped from his body and headed straight for the Armadillo Quasi Emperor, roaring in horror, "Save me, ancestor."

"Since you are here, don't leave." Ye Chen crossed the sky and chased him, and the nine gods merged into one, focusing on the secret technique of the soul.

"Shenshen." The quasi-emperor of the Armadillo clan narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Although he was gritting his teeth, he did not move for a moment, just because there were three imperial soldiers in secret that he had locked him up.

Accompanied by shrill screams, the Ninth Prince of Armadillo fell into the sky and was penetrated by Ye Chen's nine-way unity of the gods.

"Get in!" Ye Chen put it away with a palm.

After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at the quasi-emperor of the Armadillo clan, smiling happily, "Are you happy?"

"Who are you?" The Armadillo Quasi Emperor said coldly, and his old eyes were scarlet.

"He is Chen Ye." Before Ye Chen could turn on the fooling mode, a misty sound sounded, cold and silent.

"Chen Ye?" said the words of "Chen Ye?", the sitting upright clan made the upright clan get up collectively, staring at Ye Chen with his eyes.

"Chen Ye?" The monks from all over the heavens also stood up collectively, staring at Ye Chen like a prehistoric clan.

Ye Chen said nothing, just looked slightly and looked at the crowd. In the crowd, he accurately found the disguised ancestor Yantian, and the person who spoke was him.

It was obvious that Yan Tiankan had broken his identity, so he spoke out and wanted to use the hands of the prehistoric clan to kill him.

The ancestor Yantian smiled in dismay, revealing two rows of white teeth, and his eyes flashed with a faint light, like a demon, gloomy and terrifying.

"You really have it." Ye Chen also smiled, and his murderous intent towards the ancestor Yantian had risen to an uncontrollable level.

The same thing is true. He didn't fall into the hands of the prehistoric world, but he fell into the hands of the cultivators of the heavens. It's really hateful.

"Chen Ye has been buried in the Emperor's Dao's ultimate kill, are you sure you haven't read it wrong?" The quasi-emperor of the Emperor of the Prefecture glanced at the Ancestor Yan Tian.

Not only them, but also the monks from all over the heavens, also looked over, hoping to get a definite answer.

"It's like a fake one." Yan Tian said, smiling faintly, his old eyes were so gloomy, like a snake and a scorpion.

Now, everyone's eyes were gathered at Ye Chen again, and they also wanted to get an answer from him.

"As he said." Ye Chen smiled and shrugged, not hiding it, nor could he hide it, and admitted it neatly.
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