Chapter 1804: Anger and Qiongqi

Chapter 1804 Anger

The war was tragic, and Qiongqi did not die, but Renxiu was destroyed in pieces.

"Escape, run away." Ren Xiuyi, the white-haired old man, roared. Xu was the ancestor of this faction.

"Escape?" Qiong Qi sneered, and a thunder ray burst out from his mouth, piercing the white-haired old man, and the picture... was very dazzling.

"Kill." The white-haired old man roared, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, burning his lifespan, and the forbidden law was lifted. His old age became young, and he desperately attacked and killed under the extremely close sublimation.

"An ant." Qiong Qi snorted coldly, his huge body pounced on him, three heads besieged the white-haired old man, and he had to tear it apart.

One versus three, the white-haired old man fell to the ground, his bones collapsed, blood splattered in the starry sky, and he was unable to turn over after being beaten by three Qiongqi.

The younger generation of Renxiu was also miserable, either being destroyed or swallowed, and their souls were scattered under the poor and strange iron cavalry.

The blood has dyed the starry sky red, bloody, this starry sky has no complete stars, and even the quicksand is covered in blood.

Human life has become more humble than grass and mustard, and living people are buried in the galaxy, where they are turned into historical dust.

"Emperor! Open your eyes!" Ren Xiu burst into tears, and his cries shook the starry sky. It was a roar from his soul, calling for the great emperor of the human race to save the common people from water and fire.

"This desperate look is really wonderful." Qiong Qi licked his scarlet head, smiling recklessly, tyrannically and bloodthirsty.

"Have you left?" Qiong Qi on the other end, playful and playful, shot lightning in his eyes, knocking the white-haired old man out.

The white-haired old man was bleeding, and before he could stand up, Qiong Qi's iron hoof stepped on it in the air, crushing his old body.

"It's boring." The third head, Qiong Qi, came to kill him, revealing his divine light, which was a mysterious technique of Yuan Yuan, attacking the real body of the white-haired old man.

"Old Ancestor." The younger generation of Renxiu roared, all wanting to come to rescue, but it was a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and even himself could not be protected.

The white-haired old man smiled, his cloudy old eyes full of desolation.

He hates, hates this filthy world, hates this naked and naked survival law, the world of the strong, the weak deserve to be slaughtered.

On the verge of death,

He also felt guilty, ashamed of his ancestors.

A line of inheritance, ancient and long, to be cut off in his hands, even if you go to Huangquan, you will have no face to meet your ancestors.

His arms fell down, and he had given up resistance. The Qiongqi tribe was too strong, stronger than he imagined.

Unnecessarily struggling, full of despair, the road ahead is dark, and there is no hope or light in sight.

However, just before closing his eyes, a golden light suddenly appeared, and his old eyes opened again subconsciously, looking towards that direction.

It was a golden figure, which seemed to have come from a distant era, crossed the river of time, and in the deep starry sky, it was dazzling, illuminating the darkness and bringing light.

"Bull me in the heavens and no one?" The visitor is a holy body, swept up with a monstrous aura, shaking the world with a roar.

"There are those who are not afraid of death, it's interesting." With a poor smile, his white fangs were exposed, and he rushed towards Ye Chen like a mountain.

"Go away." Ye Chen scolded coldly, clenching the Nine Paths and Eight Wastes angrily, punching through the head of Qiongqi with an unparalleled punch.

Qiongqi's head exploded, his brains overflowed, blood collapsed all over the starry sky, and his real body was also smashed by Ye Chen with one punch.

"This..." The white-haired old man was stunned, and the younger generation of Ren Xiu was also stunned. His eyes were full of disbelief. That was a poor man!

"How is that possible." A crowd of Qiongqi's giant eyes suddenly appeared violently, staring at Ye Chen, and even Qiongqi stopped fighting in the battle. Ye Chen's strength is called the sky, which is really shocking.

"Unbearable." Ye Chen twisted his neck fiercely.

"Arrogant, join forces to kill." Qiong Qi, who took the lead, was furious, his bloody eyes spurted flames, sweeping the air of the prehistoric, galloping, huge iron hooves, and the starry sky rumbled.

Under the order, Qiong Qi all abandoned people to cultivate and slaughtered from all directions.

Ye Chen was not afraid, and transformed into a pitch-black spear in his hand, shrinking into an inch in one step, and killing him in front of the head of Qiongqi.

The screams suddenly started, Qiong Qi, who took the lead, was smashed to pieces, and the primordial spirit was severely injured, affecting the flesh and cracking.

They are big and have a lot of blood. If they are spilled, they will gather into rivers.

Ye Chen took a quick step to keep up, and gave him another spear.

The poor leader, Qiong Qi, did not pretend to be well, so he split his head on the spot, his head was pierced, and his original body was as silent as his real body.

"Die!" A poor man walked up to the sky, his anger was violent, and he stepped on it with iron hooves, trying to trample Ye Chen into meat sauce.

Ye Chen sneered, fled away in an instant, and showed his body again, which was already on the top of Qiongqi's head, holding the spear in both hands and inserting it straight.

Qiongqi's blood gushed out like a spring, and the sea of ​​​​shen was destroyed, and the primordial spirit was also destroyed by a spear on the spot.

"Swallow." The third head, Qiong Qi, rushed towards him, opened his bloody mouth, and there was a dark vortex in his mouth.

Ye Chen was also swallowed on the spot, but he was swallowed voluntarily.

If you can swallow Lao Tzu, it is not a skill, but if you can digest Lao Tzu, you are considered a genius, not everyone can swallow it.

Facts have proved that Ye Chen was really noisy, and when he got into Qiongqi's stomach, he started to make a mess, and Qiongqi screamed.

Within three seconds, Ye Chen came out, attacked from the inside, and blasted a blood hole.

It has only been a few rounds, and the four Qiongqi have been destroyed in a row, and the remaining Qiongqi are angry with thunder, and their big eyes are radiating bloodthirsty light.

Ye Chen won't be afraid anymore, Qiongqi is hanging? Lao Tzu or the Eucharist? Ever counseled, scare Lao Tzu, it's not easy to use.

This fellow has shown great power, manipulating the battle, and traversing the sky.

He is like a god of war. Everywhere he goes, there is a poor and strange death. His huge body explodes in the starry sky. He is too big and has too much blood, washing the starry sky with blood.

This scene, bloody and brutal, can be called lawless.

The old man in white and the younger generation of Renxiu had long been hiding far away, their mouths were slightly open, their eyes were straight, and the whole thing was petrified.

Who is this! If you want to be so fierce, that is poor! The first batch of creatures in the world, how domineering their blood is.

But it was such a group of wild beasts, who were repaired by one person, unable to lift their heads, and were killed one by one.

Ren Xiu watched with excitement, his blood boiled, and he forgot to escape for a while, but instead became a spectator, witnessing all this.

Such a big movement attracted more cultivators, who gathered around, gulping saliva, "Then... that person, who is that!"

"I've seen something so fierce, I've never seen something so fierce, God defying!"

"It's been a long time, it's the first time I've seen someone with a hard steel."

"It's really the face of the patriarch." An older cultivator hissed, "My heavens are not alone, and the human race also has gods of war."

The words of this senior monk were aroused. Thousands of waves.

The weak monks couldn't participate in the battle, so they each took out their robes, tied them to the war keg and waved them, shouting and cheering for Ye Chen, the sound was like a sea tide, sweeping the starry sky, and Haoyu was also turbulent.

"Who, who are you?" Qiong Qi's anger was like thunder.

The dignified prehistoric clan, the first batch of creatures in the world, looked down on the world, how arrogant, but the people who were killed were suspicious of life, roaring, roaring, shaking the stars.

"My name: Chen Ye." Ye Chen shouted loudly.

His roar shook people's hearts, but everyone who heard Xiu looked at each other, sure they had never heard of this name.

The heavens are crouching tigers and hidden dragons, talented people are coming out in large numbers, and they are caught alive.

Even they have never heard of it, let alone Qiongqi.

Ye Chen easily revealed his identity, what he wanted was a sense of mystery, and he wanted to anger the great clan under the name of Chen Ye.

Identity is to be revealed, but it is not this starry sky.

Xuanhuang was his main battlefield, killing him all the way.

He will appear in the most powerful manner, and he will use endless wars to announce to the heavens of the world that he... Ye Chen, the desolate holy body... is back.