The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

I saw the man walking slowly, looking quite majestic from his face. His long hair, all white, seemed to have turned into sharp blades, which were sharp and stinging people's eyes.

There was still an icy cold light in his eyes, and his whole body was shrouded in evil aura, giving people an extremely depressing illusion. He was an extremely dangerous person, more terrifying than the devil.

The man didn't answer and went straight to Ye Chen.

Although his speed is slow, the coercion contained in it is extremely terrifying. It crushes the void and explodes every inch. It is like a mountain and is extremely heavy. With one step, the sky rumbles and shakes.

"Who are you?" Ye Chen yelled, quickly pulled out his sword, and struck at the man in white. Since he didn't respond, he started to fight. No matter how hard he fought, he couldn't let him get close.

However, the man in white only glanced sideways and pushed out with his palm, blocking Ye Chen's sword with contempt and amusement.

boom!

Ye Chen was knocked back, kicked on his hind legs, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Ye Chen's face turned pale.

A pseudo-immortal, that is a pseudo-immortal with real value. It is not comparable to ordinary gods, let alone a peak pseudo-immortal. This level gap is not only a gap between heaven and earth, but also an insurmountable towering mountain. He and It was far from a fight, let alone a battle. With just one collision, he suffered a backlash. A destructive power invaded his body, raging in his body and making him feel numb.

"Ants, you are all despicable ants." The young man in white smiled faintly, with blood on the corners of his mouth. He smiled arrogantly, looking at Ye Chen with a condescending attitude, "When we finish conquering the territory, we will definitely slaughter all the people. Heaven, please sacrifice all of you."

After that, the man in white put away Ye Chen's sword with a flick of his hand and continued to climb the steps. Every step he took made the altar roar. His target was Jiuxiao Longyuan.

"Stop." Ye Chen caught up with him, holding a blood-stained sword and crossing over, staring at the man in white, "Who are you?"

"You all deserve to die." The man in white was indifferent, his words were cold and cold, like a ruthless puppet who only obeyed his master's orders. As for other things, he had no emotions.

Ye Chen frowned, looking at the man in white, he seemed to know the Dragon Clan.

There are no dragons here.

Perhaps it was because he was ignorant, not because he had low vision, but because this world had been isolated from the ancient world for too long. There were many ancient tribes in the world that he had never heard of.

"I asked you who you are." Ye Chen scolded him again and came to attack him with a blood-stained sword.

"Dead people don't need to know too much." The young man in white said indifferently, not bothering to reply with a word, and raised his hand to point out.

Immediately, he saw a silver gun transform, piercing the void, carrying the power of destruction, and shot towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, used teleportation to dodge, and then waved his sword to cut off the silver spear. At the same moment, he wiped out the silver spear with one sword, and went all the way up against the sky, slashing at the young man in white. This sword was a domineering one. With one sword, the sky collapsed.

However, the young man in white was well prepared, moved forward, and dodged the sharp blow.

Zheng!

Ye Chen followed closely, one after the other, flying towards Miaomiao.

The fight between the two of them immediately caused a strange phenomenon. The already dark night sky became even darker due to the fight between the two.

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, bright haloes spread one after another. Each halo spreads destructive power. Anyone who touches it will be affected. Blood flowers bloom one after another, and a god-level monk explodes on the spot. It was destroyed, and blood mist poured into the sky.

This scene is very bloody.

However, everyone couldn't care about this guy and just ran away.

"Little God's Tribulation, where are you going?" The man in white smiled ferociously, like a ghost, he rushed over in an instant, and covered the whole world with a slap of his palm.

Ye Chen scolded coldly, jumped back and avoided the palm, but even so, he was injured, and his shoulder bones were shattered by the shock.

The young man in white stepped into the sky with one step, holding a silver spear in his hand, like a divine light shooting towards him, intending to pierce Ye Chen with a spear. Even though he was a small god, he was just an ant, trying to compete with him for supremacy.

Zheng!

Ye Chen activated the Foreign Minister's Overlord Body and Forbidden Technique, the Combination of Chaos Cauldron and Copper Furnace, and resisted the silver spear. He also used part of the Samsara Eye Power to avoid backlash.

The man in white's attack continued unabated, like a startling light, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. One spear pierced Ye Chen's chest, and another spear nailed Ye Chen to the rock wall.

puff!

Ye Chen vomited blood, was scarred, and fell all the way.

He was defeated, but his expression was frighteningly calm. Even if he died, he would not give in. He climbed up all the way, dragging his broken body, and rushed to the sky again. He did not believe in evil. How could a majestic holy body be used by a fake person? Immortal suppression, he wants to fight back, he wants to take back his own treasure, it is what Long Wu gave him, it is his last trump card, and he will never allow it to be taken away.

The young man in white also came to kill him, armed with a silver spear, Ling Tian stabbed him.

Ye Chen raised his hand suddenly and split the silver spear with a sword. Then he flipped his hand and slashed the young man in white to the ground.

His attacks were devastating.

Although he is weak, he is not afraid of anyone. Even though he knows he is outmatched, he still has a strong will to fight. He would rather die than be suppressed. That is a shame. He, Ye Chen, will never be a slave to the subjugation of the country. Even if he dies, he will still stand. die. Bayi Chinese website

kill!

With a sonorous roar, he held a blood-stained iron sword and charged into the sky again, like a mad dog. He didn't care about his appearance, pounced on the man in white wherever he was weak or ran away, and stabbed wherever it hurt.

puff! puff! puff!

As blood gorges appeared frequently, bloody blood spurted out.

Seeing this scene, the monks onlookers felt their scalps numb and did not dare to look directly.

That is a fake immortal! Ye Chen, a junior, dared to act wildly against him.

Here, Ye Chen's fighting power is still rising, with blood pooling every step of the way. The young man in white who was beaten all the way cannot lift his head. Although he is weak, he is also proud and will not kneel even if he dies.

ah....!

The shrill screams suddenly resounded through the sky, and the young man in white was kicked down to the sky, smashing huge rocks along the way, and fled in a rolling and crawling manner.

"How is it possible? How can someone in the Divine Tribulation Realm have such power?"

The young man in white was full of fear. Whether it was Ye Chen's combat power or the power that Ye Chen combined, it was beyond his expectation. It was the strangest thing he had ever encountered in his life.

However, he thought well. Although he was defeated by Ye Chen, Ye Chen was not his opponent.

Ye Chen was breathing heavily, and golden light overflowed from his body, burning Qi and blood.

It's a pity that he can't last long in that state. The three-hundred-year seal and this battle have left him injured, with blood dripping from his body, staining his black robe red, like a demon fighting in blood. In, gradually farther and farther away.

He was defeated, but his spine did not bend even an inch.

He was defeated, but the blood in his heart burned even more vigorously. His will was tenacious and he would never give up. He would live on and one day, he would fight the false immortal again and regain the glory that belonged to him.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.