"The land of the little fictitious gods ... also dares to be presumptuous in front of the ancestors..." Completely crazy candle nine shades, the sound coming out is so low and terrifying... A big hand is like a dark cloud in the sky, blocking the moon from the moon.

Such a vast power, let Ye Chen instantly know what is the gap in the realm of the world.

The forehead is brunch . . . “Fuck your grandmother’s grandson . . .”

Life is rich in heaven!Look at everything...do it unconvinced...

The right foot kicked violently to the blade... jumped up... Ziling Knife Spirit knew that this time the opponent was far more than any opponent before... The light released from purple and red eventually turned red...

This is also a show of doing your best...

On the side of the fictitious mountain old man saw, his heart was tight... roaring... "Little boy, you don't want to die..." Although this said, the body did not stop at all...The sword in the hand came to the sky like a rocket through the clouds...

The sharpness of the sword is facing up... hands clasping the hilt of the sword... "Little ghost, help me ..." In the face of such a vast force, the old man is not sure that he can resist...

The grass!

Where are the people who sit down in the morning?

Seeing the old man so desperate to protect himself, his heart warmed up... suddenly the blood rolled over... "Old man... you insist...I cut him especially!!"

Looking back at the leopard of the candle nine yin... Ye Chen more and more ignited the anger in his heart...

“The Lord!Spirit!“Fuck off!”

Countless knives like strong winds generally form a tornado-like scene around.

In the morning, in the middle of this wind...

“Break it for me!”

Blow up!!

His arms waved his arms against the palm of his hand and went away... With all his strength, the bristles of his arms were like buns, making people look terrible!!

Hmmm! 🙂

The tip of the knife collided with the palm of the palm... came a low and harsh sound... great pressure, so that Ye Chen could not resist for a while... The blood flowed out through the corners of his mouth...

But he didn’t give up on that...

Instead of biting him... holding his breath! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

“Writing it...give me a break!”

Ye Chen had exhausted all his strength, and the thorny eyes had become the same color as the body of the candle nine shades, red... angry at him, in spite of the blood spewing out of his mouth.

The surging blood is infected with the sword in the purple mausoleum knife.

A force from heaven and earth is absorbed by the knife body... the speed, even if it is a moving knife, it also begins to tremble...

Ye Chen, holding the handle of the knife, eyes squinted... dark, can't the purple mausoleum knife withstand this power?

However ...

“Ah!” the purple knife cried out in anger!

The purple knife suddenly began to transform... A red with a golden radiant light, like a giant python wrapped in a fast-climbing along the end of the handle...

The light illuminates the black sky... like the hot sun, burning the black breath around...

Until the light reaches the tip of the knife...

A force that makes the gods tremble for them appears...

In the face of this power, all cultivators will submit to this... even looking at the right eye becomes a luxury...

Blow up!!

The knife is long! directly pierced the palm of the candle nine shades!!

“The trough...”

Before, I still thought about how to protect Ye Chen's old man to see such a huge scene...The heart can not help but send out two words of emotion...

The man in front of him did not seem to be the little boy who was beaten by himself on the false mountain.

The realm and endless killing he shows now are more like an angel... Any fascination standing in front of the angels will become the dead soul of his knife!!

Anger Candle Nine Shao could not believe what was happening in front of him... Once upon a time, he was a godly world...the cultivator who died in his hands, not a million and hundreds of thousands...

Those cultivators can’t even see his Buddha-figures already dead...

Now a leaf morning with only the realm of fictitious gods...even if it has the most exquisite bloodline inheritance in Pangu, even if the Sanqing Heaven helps him in the dark... it will not be so pierce his own palms...

You know, the most proud of the witch is their own body.

The knife that pierced the palm of his hand, the light emitted became more and more intense.

It is like a decoration worker standing in front of a reinforced concrete wall... If you want to break this wall, you must first open a mouth... once you break a mouth...

The fate of this wall is known.

"The old man has already told you... don't pick your skin today...Swear not to be a human being..." Ye Chen gripped the knife body... even if the body has reached the critical point, still showing the evil charm smile...

Speaking of the golden cicadas...

Now the owner has become so powerful... even the purple mausoleum has been transformed... can the golden cicadas not be excited?

The black little body, like a bouncing ball... a head is stuck in the body of a candle nine shades...

In the nature of candles, everyone comes from the witch...the breath and blood are the same...lethal it is still born of heaven and earth when it is opened to the earth...

Oh my gosh!!

The mouth of the blood pot, in the body of the candle nine shade began to frantic erosion!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Here's the golden cicadas so... there's a sumid and little black side by side...

Hard body, like a bulldozer... violently hitting his body...

Each impact can cause serious damage to his body.

For a while, the candlestick nine was afraid...

Once the sky was not afraid, known as the ancient god of the twelve ancestors, he lost to a later inheritor.

This kind of thing, if it were passed on to the remaining ancestral ears, would not be believed by anyone.

As the saying goes, the defeat is like a mountain...let alone, after the heart is retired, there is no love war... full of thought is to escape!

But what...

Not everything can be done, like now.

Candle Nine Yin wants to go. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Will Black and Sung agree?Will the now-full-bodied Ye Chen agree?And how could the old man, who was ready to go, watch a powerful opponent leave?

The answer is definitely uniform... no!

Don't say that the gentleman's name is decent...Leave the enemy a way to live, that is, cruel to himself...

A different breath appeared over the world...

Every time those breaths move, there will be a terrible scream...

Who says murder is a crime?

Who is saying that old age is a kind of confusion?

Who is saying that cultivation is not peaceful?

The blood mist in the sky is scattered, not the dawn, but a rainstorm.

It is raining...

No matter how fierce the duel has happened here before it rains, those cruel, bloodthirsty, will be washed away by the rain.

The trolling...

Ye Chen opened his mouth and sat in the rain with the air... the red red of his eyes had disappeared... What fell before him was a mutilated corpse... The chest of the corpse was hidden in the blue light...

“You killed him...” The old man of the false mountain no longer knows what kind of state to face Ye Chen...

“Oh yeah!”Ye Chen nodded his head in the morning and said...

He killed the candle nine yin, but the heart can not feel the pleasure, on the contrary, there are some lost emotions around the chest...

“He was an ancient cultivator...” The old man said in Ye Chen’s ear.

Ye Chen just shook his head slightly, "Killing is killed... what can be..." said, dragging the empty body to stand up... However, it may be because before the force is too strong ... or Long Lidan's drug effect reaction...

A staggered man did not stand up...

Lying in the mud, eyes closed... sleeping...

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The distance...

The northern emperor's hands clutched the white poem and fly, a pair of old cheeks, after seeing the sky was killed by the candle nine, became more old.

He was always stubborn, and he was in tears at this moment... "Vengeance...revenge..."

Pounce on ...

Kneeling on the ground...My hands are open...Let the rainstorm hit on your own... "Madam...daughter... innocent people of the ancestors of the ancestors...I Bai Zhixiong finally witnessed the death of the enemy today!!!

As the voice falls...

What remained on his face did not know whether it was rain or tears... The whole person was in a very emotional state...

White poetry knelt on the ground... hands on the chest... silent prayer, Ye Chen must not have anything...

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“The candle nine?Deadly?”

On the other side . . . at the end of the sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He decided to find Ye Chen in person.