The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly emitted a divine light, he looked ahead and roared: "How dare you disturb my Taoist heart even if you are a mere fake immortal?"

His eyes became clearer and clearer. In his dark eyes, there were chaotic thunder and lightning torn apart. They were blessed by the power of the underworld and danced with the power of reincarnation. Wisps of dark energy poured out from his limbs and bones.

In an instant, he regained his peak combat power.

At this moment, his fighting spirit was overwhelming and he wanted to split the sky.

His momentum is rising to the top, with wisps of golden fairy light entwining each other. Each strand is as heavy as a mountain, like diamond and iron stone. It is unparalleled in toughness. No matter how hard you are, you can't stop my sharp edge. He is a sword that reaches the sky. He penetrated the pseudo-immortal puppet of the Spirit Clan and cut out a sword mark between his eyebrows.

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The roar of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan was filled with anger. He was a pseudo-immortal, but he was injured by a divine calamity, even more so by the ancient holy body. His majesty had never been disobeyed before, and his anger swept through Tianxiao.

Without saying a word, Ye Chen shrank down to an inch, climbed to the sky in one step, and was almost face to face with the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan. Another sword pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the rock.

"Wait, you deserve to die." The pseudo-immortal was ferocious, with disheveled hair, and his eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to be going crazy. At the peak of the pseudo-immortal, he was severely injured by a divine calamity. This kind of humiliation was unbearable for him, and the look in his eyes , burning with flames, intending to use the most ferocious divine punishment to destroy the ancient holy body.

It's a pity that he underestimated Ye Chen's trump card. It was a forbidden technique and a killing array. Once used, it would definitely destroy the world. Even if he was at the pinnacle of pseudo-immortal level, he would still be wiped out.

Boom boom boom

The howls of the pseudo-immortals of the spirit race were shrill in the night.

"Fake Immortal, suffer death!" Ye Xuan shouted, swung the sledgehammer, and attacked the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race again and again. His speed was more than twice as fast as Ye Chen, and the secret techniques he used were very targeted and specialized. It is an emperor-level war halberd that can restrain the pseudo-immortals of the spiritual race.

"Ant, you are seeking death." The pseudo-immortal of the spiritual tribe roared, swung the sky-holding giant ax, and split a star field with one strike, knocking Ye Xuan out.

Then, he waved his hand and used a sword, slashed across Ye Chen's neck, and cut off Ye Chen's head.

Although Ye Chen's head fell, the blood splattered on it. A pseudo-immortal-level puppet was able to cut off the god-level head, which really amazed the world.

"Kill, kill me." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan shouted angrily and pressed his palm against Ye Chen's body.

However, Ye Chen's soul had already escaped into reincarnation and avoided this fatal palm. Then, he stepped on the misty sky and reached the front of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan.

His speed was faster and more treacherous. His sword was devastating and penetrated the spine of the pseudo-immortal of the spirit race.

The pseudo-immortal of the Wow Spirit Tribe spurted blood, staggered, and fell into the clouds. Before he could regain his footing, he saw Ye Chen rushing toward him. He raised the cauldron again, and the cauldron collapsed the empty space.

boom

The big cauldron fell and buried the pseudo-immortal of the spirit tribe inside. He was a monk at the level of divine calamity, but in terms of combat power, he was comparable to the pseudo-immortal.

This big collision caused the entire Spirit Clan Holy Land to sway a few times.

When the smoke dissipated, what was revealed was a mess. Even the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan was smashed into the ground. His origin collapsed. The holy body was stained with blood and dripping with blood. The broken holy body was already It is devastated.

"You will definitely be defeated." The pseudo-immortal of the spirit clan snorted coldly and rushed out from the ground. Holding the sky-holding magic ax in his hand, he slashed out a ravine with one strike.

Zheng

Ye Chen formed a seal with one hand, used Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, and moved hundreds of feet away, narrowly escaping the fatal blow.

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan reappeared behind Ye Chen. The iron rod raised from the sky and wiped out Ye Chen's protective body. Its pressure crushed the sky.

Ye Chen scolded coldly, and slashed out a sea of ​​thunder with one sword, drowning the pseudo-immortals of the Spirit Clan.

The pseudo-immortal of the spirit race snorted coldly and resisted the thunder sea, but was paralyzed by the thunder and lightning.

At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly turned around. The Chixiao in his hand was melted with Taixu Longteng and turned into a killing weapon. He stabbed the chest of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan with one finger, piercing through his chest and almost splitting him alive. .

puff

Blood spurted out, Ye Chen bleeded, stepped back, and almost fell down.

On the other hand, the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan didn't feel so good either. After receiving a finger from Ye Chen, his body was broken and his radiant muscles and bones were exposed.

"Your Taoism is so strong that it can actually break through my shield." The pseudo-immortal of the spirit tribe snorted coldly, his eyes were blood red, and he slapped a palm, carrying the extinguishing fairy light.

puff

Puff puff

The two of them chased each other and fled like ghosts. Every time they intertwined, they would leave blood behind. Ye Chen bled frequently and was so pressed that he couldn't breathe. Even with the protection of Fuxi's Jiujiu hexagram, he couldn't withstand that kind of attack. pressure.

As for his physical body, it is gradually cracking. Even if it is supported by the eternal golden body, it cannot withstand the attack of the pseudo-immortal.

At some point, I saw the two of them stop.

Looking from a distance, a majestic and majestic palace has collapsed, and in the billowing dust, Ye Chen stands, vomiting blood all the way, with many blood holes all over his body, which is terrifying. ??

On the contrary, the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race stood on the other side of the sky, advancing towards Ye Chen step by step, with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth, a ferocious and twisted look, and terrifying scarlet eyes.

It's not entirely clear whether he lost this battle.

He is the pinnacle of the pseudo-immortal of the Spiritual Clan, and Ye Chen is only a small one in the Divine Tribulation Realm. Although they are at the same level, the difference in real combat power far exceeds the realm of cultivation. It can be said that Ye Chen's record is enough to be proud of the heavens. The divine calamity defied heaven and slaughtered the peak pseudo-immortal.

If it were a duel at the same level, Ye Chen would definitely die.

It's a pity that he met a fake immortal. This level gap cannot be bridged.

"Die!" As the pseudo-immortal of the spiritual tribe shouted loudly, he pointed his divine light and shot it towards Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, cast the Dunjia Tianzi, protected his soul with his body, and disappeared in an instant.

puff

The finger of the pseudo-immortal of the spiritual tribe pierced his holy body, but failed to kill him.

Immediately, a blood-stained killing sword appeared and cut off his head from top to bottom.

Well

The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit clan groaned and climbed to the sky with a magic ax in his hand, trying to cut off the severed head. However, he was injured so badly that his movement was a little slow. In just half a second, his head and the upper and lower parts of his head were separated. .

puff

The spirit of the pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Clan was also destroyed and split in half with a sword.

"No, no." The pseudo-immortal of the spirit tribe howled angrily, his eyes full of fear.

This is true despair, because the soul has been split into two parts, he has lost his physical body, and only the soul is left. This is a certain death situation.

"I curse you, and you will not end well." The pseudo-immortal of the spiritual tribe roared crazily, trying to reshape the physical body, but there was no way it was enough. Both the physical body and the soul were severely damaged, and they could not be reunited in a short period of time.

Ye Chen said nothing, took one step across a thousand feet, and covered it with one palm.

"You." The pseudo-immortal of the Spirit Race roared, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped down with a slap, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a piece of his holy body exploded.

puff

Ye Chen poked with one finger and penetrated the center of the eyebrow of the pseudo-immortal of the spirit race, chopping him alive, and his soul flew away. The pseudo-immortal of the generation at the peak died tragically on the spot.

"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.

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