Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1689: Three hundred years of cause and effect
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The end is gloomy, and the last ray of light is swept away into Egypt.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor Mang and Thunderbolt, rebirth together.
Ye Chen vomited blood, almost fell down, the holy light was almost annihilated, the blood was dripping, and the bright blood was flowing all over the holy body.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor also splashed the sky, even the Emperor's bones burst, and the dazzling Emperor Light was weathered by the years and wiped away by the scars.
The most striking blow of the Supreme Attack, there is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, the internal scars are indelible.
"Why, why are you still not dead." Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, emperor's eyes highlighted, covered with blood.
He overthrew the Eucharist again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again as if he could not kill him.
The supreme emperor was forced into a frenzy.
Shame, humiliation, the face of the emperor, nothing exists, so-called glory, so-called glory, are all decorated.
"Even if you die, you will also be taken to hell." Ye Chen's clanging words, unbreakable will, created a belief in victory.
"Kill." Heavenly Devil Emperor roared, holding the Emperor Sword in his hand.
"War." Ye Chen clasped the Xuanyuan tightly and did not retreat.
A supreme Heavenly Emperor, swaying from east to west.
A large eucharist, staggering from west to east.
Blood footprints one step at a time, all dragging **** stumps.
The two great supremes are the end of a strong crossbow, their blood is dry, Magic Power is exhausted, and even the body's fairy light ... is gone.
The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, the eucharist carries the arrogance of the eucharist, and the death is on the road of conquest, desperately charging.
The war, no more shocking, but primitive and rough.
The Demon Emperor wielded his sword and cut a gully in the holy body.
Ye Chen sword fell, cut a bloodstain on the emperor's body.
You cut me with a sword, and I will cut it back even if I die.
No one is defending, no one is avoiding, some are just attacking then attacking, waving the Emperor Sword madly, tirelessly.
The battle between Supreme and Supreme is bloody.
Who would have thought that a Heavenly Emperor and a great Eucharist had such a fierce battle that they would have to be killed by the other party.
The Holy Bone is intertwined with the Blood of the Emperor.
Xuanyuanjian was knocked out after another shock.
It seems to be more tired than Ye Chen. It disperses all the Emperor Light, and it is inserted diagonally into the starry sky.
"Dead!" The Devil Emperor smiled grimly, holding the sword in both hands, tyrannical bloodthirsty, a sword slashed on the shoulder of Ye Chen.
"Return you a punch." Ye Chen screamed, smashing the breast bone of the Heavenly Demon Emperor with a punch.
Emperor's sword and Holy Body's punch were all hit hard.
Ye Chen staggered, vomiting blood violently, and almost fell.
The Demon Emperor also stepped back, and the pole sword of the Emperor Dao in his hand also fell off, contaminated with the blood of the Emperor, and inserted in the starry sky.
Both eyes are dim, shaky, and the stations are not stable, and the tired and straight desire falls down, and will sleep for thousands of years.
"Kill." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, dragging the **** Emperor's body, rushing towards Ye Chen, and his hair was distributed, just like a demon.
"War." Ye Chen snarled, limped, a strong sacred body, tough and unyielding, and waved a **** fist.
The last conquest of the two Supreme Masters reflects the light of the end.
Heavenly Emperor staggered with one punch, Heavenly Emperor staggered with one punch, each punch seemed to use all its strength.
After all, Heavenly Emperor fell down, no longer standing up.
Ye Chen came swaying and took a **** path.
After a lapse of three hundred years, he once again rides on the Demon Emperor, swings his **** fist and smashes it down.
"This boxing is for heaven, and it has been three hundred years of lameness."
"This punch, for Grand Chu, pays homage to the dying soul."
"This punch, for the heavens, returns me great rivers and mountains."
Ye Chen punches one punch after another. The fist sees the blood, the head of the Heavenly Demon Emperor cracks, and the blood of the Emperor's body hits.
Every punch fell, there was a roar, mournful and desolate, endless vicissitudes, and endless pain.
It was the invasion of Heavenly Devil that broke his beautiful dream.
It was the invasion of Heavenly Devil, which made him remember only blood and tears.
Too many people are burying their lives, too many people are burying their bones in their hometowns, and the vast mountains and rivers are devastated by them.
This is hatred, hatred, hatred is to be reported, anger is to be dispelled, the **** robbery is created, and the world will be justified.
"Ah ..." Emperor Demon roared, a pair of emperor eyes were bloodshot, and every time he tried to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.
Emperor's eyes, what kind of expression is it, grim, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fearful.
He was defeated, and the supreme emperor was destined to lose again.
In those days, he was defeated and slaughtered by a Eucharist.
At the moment, he has suffered even worse, and the same person killed him.
Three hundred years of cause and effect, he is still unable to escape his destiny. The destination of Heavenly Emperor is still Huangquan on the other side of the galaxy.
At this moment, the so-called Heavenly Emperor, the so-called Wanyu Supreme, has become the world ... a joke.
"Ah ..." A Heavenly Emperor's soul broke down.
"This punch, for the sake of life, blood debt needs to be paid with blood."
Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, instilled endless wounds and pains with one punch, and blasted the Devil Emperor.
Causal reincarnation, a fateful battle that lasted more than three hundred years, the Eucharist won again, heavens defying slaughtered the emperor, and paid back the blood debt.
Blood and tears spread across his eyes, confusing his eyes, sad and angry.
Emperor's blood, splashing the starry sky, as in the past, splashing Grand Chu, commemorating the dead soul, and comforting the dead in the spirit of heaven.
Heavenly Demon Emperor dies, and he bears the mark of the Demon Spell and disappears.
The celestial warriors who are still fighting, whether it is Grand Chu, Xuanhuang, or Xinghai, Wanyu, are turned into flying ash, and they are turned into pieces of history.
They were all roaring to death, with unwillingness and anger, the emperor died, and after three hundred years of reincarnation, they lost again.
"Won, we won." Grand Chu cultivator's tears were excited, and they all cried silently, and came from the roar of Soul.
"Won, we won." Xuanhuang cultivator screamed, all raised the remnant soldiers, shouted and shook the world.
"Won, we won." Zhutian cultivator roared, no matter how old the juniors were, they were all trembling and tears were in their eyes.
"He slaughtered the emperor again, continuing the immortal myth."
"The continuation of the Eucharist has not disappointed Wan Yu's life."
"We ... are old." Grand Chu Nine Emperor, Nine Great Admirals, Donghua Seven Sons, Sword God, Mo Yuan all smiled.
This is no longer their time, but even worse, their future generations will lead a new legend.
I killed two emperors, his heavens defying record, no ancients before, and no one who will come after, he is a true myth.
The heavens tremble, exclaim for him, and are also happy for victory.
But in this fairy demon war, too many heroes died.
The starry sky is full of weeping sounds, too many people are looking for relatives.
A starry sky, the iron rod of the holy ape Old Ancestor, stained with blood.
He died in battle, fighting alone, and when the battle broke down, the body died, and he went to Huangquan with the devil that day.
A starry sky, a broken battle axe, bloody.
It was Kui Niu Old Ancestor. He pulled up the Demon King and went to hell. The inheritance of Emperor's Taoism did not insult the prestige of the first emperor.
A piece of starry sky, five pieces of blood coat, fluttering with the sand of the star river.
That was the Old Ancestor, the five royal families of the Southern Territories. When it was time to die, each demolished a demon king, and the soul of the war was branded in the sky.
A starry sky, five of the broken Magical Artifact, annihilated the Divine Light,
That is the ancient ancestry of Old Ancestor, which became ashes under the star wind, beheaded countless demons, and fought for the future.
Too many people died, too many sect races overthrew.
Various fields in the heavens, full of holes, corpses piled up into mountains, blood flowing into rivers, swords and halberds, filled the battlefield.
They fought a big victory, but they were so tragic that people wanted to cry, the war was cruel, and the universe was flooded and washed with blood.
This battle, destined to be remembered by future generations, has swept through Wanyu, and one by one alive life has become a heroic soul.
Under the doomsday, Ye Chen took a heavy step and moved forward.
His back, lonely and bleak, covered with years of dust.
His path is paved with blood and bones, and his journey is step by step, heavens defying step by step, and his body and the road are carved into eternity.
"Three years, I still have three years." His voice is hoarse, the vicissitudes of laughter, full of longing for three years.
In three years, he will marry a wife, have a child, and be in the world of Hongchen games, no matter how disturbing this world is.
Front, colorful fairy lights appear, a colorful sword is born, and if you look closely, it is the Zhuxian sword.
The legendary sword of God, at this moment, in the silence of Zheng, cuts out a fairy river and splits towards the weak Ye Chen.
"Zhu Xianjian." Ye Chen's eyes were cold, but he stepped forward, but he staggered, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.
Everything is in an instant, and the Eucharist cannot respond.
He fought on the spot and flew out, blood splashed, blood bones flew across, in the dark starry sky, even dazzling.
In the upside down, his holy body trembling, Hongchen separated from the six paths, one left and one right, attacking the Zhuxian sword.
Zhu Xianjian smiles, cold and unscrupulous, like a fairy awn, tearing the void of the star dome, and instantaneously escapes into it.
Six Dao Hongchen cross the river of time, still one left and one right, in no particular order, all chase and kill at the same time.
Zhu Xianjian came fast and went fast, just to cut Ye Chen, just like he used to attack the Eucharist before the eternal war.
Starry sky, as the three have left one after another, they fell into silence.
Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, swaying like flowers.
At this moment, it is no longer the pinnacle of Quasi Emperor, nor is it a great eucharist that dominates the world, just a low-level Heaven Realms.
His eyes were dim to dull, his hair, a ray of snow, and the fire of his life, annihilated in the near future.
He became old again, so tired that he would die.
Zhu Xianjian made a sneak attack, which directly cut off his life. His so-called three years is just a beautiful luxury.
In the haze, he seemed to see another peerless woman, dressed in a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back at him and smiling.
This time, he sees clearly, and sees that face.
This time, he saw clearly where the so-called three-year life came from: she wore a wedding dress, walked up to the altar, and lay beside him, tenderness like water, tears in her eyes.
"Nan Ming ... Yu Shu." He cried, full of eyes murky tears.