Chapter 230 Please turn around baby!

King Longyao died?

Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, their backs were cold, and they were horrified.

That is a real holy king. He couldn’t even block a single move, so his head was beheaded, his soul was shattered, and not even a trace of true spirit could escape!

They are all wondering, what level of treasure is the gourd in Lu Ya’s hand?

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, the power of this Immortal Slaying Gourd finally did not disappoint him.

He didn’t know how the Immortal Slaying Gourd in the Great Desolation was refined. Anyway, his gourd was picked from the chaotic gourd vine. That’s it. It takes energy to activate the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, which can hold the enemy. The divine soul, capable of slaying immortals and destroying gods.

With Ye Chen’s energy at this time, killing the Holy King would only consume about 10% of his energy, and his Hongmeng Taoist body could instantly make up for the consumption, which was equivalent to not having any effect on him.

Even if it is against the Great Sage, Ye Chen has a certain degree of confidence that he can kill him!

King Pengcheng’s heart was beating wildly, he raised his hand to tear open the void, the figure submerged in it, turned into a vast space fluctuation and quickly went away, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of miles away.

When the purple and yellow gourd beheaded the holy king Longyao, he also felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. If the gourd locked him, he felt that he might end up like the holy king Longyao.

In the face of such a peerless murderer he had never encountered before, Saint King Pengcheng couldn’t even take back his divine weapon.

The unparalleled giant of the Sacred King Peak of the Primordial Peng Clan actually escaped?

The many powerhouses hidden in the void were a little stunned, but thinking of the scene of the death of the Holy King Longyao just now, they all expressed a deep understanding of the Holy King Pengcheng.

When encountering such an unparalleled murderer as Kunlun Lu Ya, King Pengcheng is just like a little chicken, doesn’t he escape and wait to die?

Not only Saint King Pengcheng, but all the other powerhouses hidden in the starry sky are all terrified, some are using secret techniques to escape, and some are hiding in the depths of the void to block their breath with secret techniques, all trying their best to protect themselves.

At this time, the vast majority of the strong are full of remorse. They covet the dao fruit of the congenital dao fetus. What kind of ruthless person is this provoked?

Ye Chen glanced at Saint King Pengcheng who had fled 30 million miles away, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Since he dares to take action, he must be prepared to be beheaded. Does this guy still want to escape?

Ye Chen just played against them, he was just trying out new magical treasures, otherwise where would they be allowed to jump around for so long?

Ye Chen’s figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared 30 million miles away in the next moment, holding the Immortal Slashing Gourd in his palm, bowing slightly: “Please turn around, baby!”

Saint King Pengcheng was on his way at full speed in the depths of the void, and suddenly heard this familiar voice coming from the front, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that a feather emitting a red golden light instantly appeared between his eyebrows, exuding a vastness. The rhyme of Shengwei Dao, wrapping his soul in it.

This is a plume that a senior of the ancient Peng clan sacrificed for thousands of years. It has a miraculous effect in protecting the soul. The moment the King of Pengcheng heard Ye Chen’s voice, he sacrificed this plume.

However, just after all this was done, the divine soul of Saint King Pengcheng was frozen by the Sword of Immortal Slaying, and his consciousness fell into a coma.

“brush!”

The Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying appeared out of thin air on the top of King Pengcheng’s head, and circled around his head three times. A bird’s head the size of ten thousand feet fell out of the depths of the void, and the headless body of King Pengcheng lay on the ground. In the dead starry sky, the holy blood flows like a river.

The 10,000-year-old feather in the eyebrows of King Pengcheng was intact, but it did not play any role.

It’s just that the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying seems to be in a different time and space from this ten thousand year feather, ignoring the divine soul defense of the ten thousand year feather, and forcibly beheading Saint King Pengcheng!

Yu Ling’s heart surged when he saw it, killing the holy king was like slaughtering a dog. Master is so powerful!

Ye Chen held the Immortal Slaying Gourd in his palm, stepped on the void, and instantly appeared in another void tens of millions of miles away.

“Om!”

A red-haired and red-browed old man suddenly appeared in the void, exuding the vast coercion unique to the Holy King, and his aura was no weaker than the dead Holy King Longyao.

This person saw Ye Chen appearing in front of him, knowing that his trace had been exposed, he looked at Ye Chen with a face full of fear, and said solemnly: “Fellow Daoist, the old Sacred King Chi Yuan, from the ancient Chi family! Watching the ceremony, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of fellow Daoists, and I have never taken action from the beginning to the end! If there is any offense, the old man is willing to offer a heavy treasure to apologize!”

“It’s a guy who knows the current affairs, but unfortunately, the hostility you just had towards the little apprentice was sensed by the poor road, and you just wanted to take advantage of the fisherman by hiding in the dark, so you can’t leave it.”

Ye Chen shook his head lightly, and bowed slightly towards the Zhanxian Gourd in his palm: “Please turn around, baby!”

Sage King Chi Yuan’s face changed greatly, a crimson pagoda with immeasurable holy power rushed out of his eyebrows and shrouded himself in it, and his figure instantly retreated millions of miles.

In the next quarter of an hour, the figure of the Sage King Chiyuan froze in place, and his soul fell into a coma.

“brush!”

The    Immortal Slaying Flying Knife appeared on top of the Sacred King Chiyuan, revolved around his head for three times, chopped off his head, and blood flowed.

The third holy king has fallen!

Ye Chen didn’t hold back, the figure of the puppet avatar flickered from time to time in the dead starry sky, and one after another light voices sounded all over the dead starry sky: “Please turn around, baby!” “Please turn around, baby!” “Please baby. Turn around!”…

As these voices sounded, the Immortal Slaying Knives continued to light up everywhere in the starry sky, like a **** of death taking the lives of saints or venerables.

Whether it is hiding in the depths of the void, or using secret techniques to escape to a distant place, or burning life force desperately, as long as there is any hostility to Yuling, all of them will not be able to escape the slaughter of the Sword of Immortal Slaying.

These are the ancestors of many forces in the world. To deal with these guys, a treasure can solve it, so try not to expose more trump cards.

To solve them, Zhanxian Flying Knife, enough!

In a few breaths, five saints and twelve Dao Slaying Realm Venerables have fallen under the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife one after another, and everyone who killed them was horrified.

Even though there are still many saints alive, they have no desire to work hard.

Even the Holy King was killed in seconds, what are they fighting for?

“Fellow Daoist forgive me!”

“I know I’m wrong! From now on, I will never dare to play the idea of congenital Taoism again, and I hope fellow Taoists will be merciful!”

“Do you really want to be enemies with many emperors from all walks of life?”

“Fellow Daoist Lu, this old man came here just to open his eyes, and he never dared to think of a congenital dao fetus. Please enlighten your fellow Daoists!”

…

For a while, some people were begging for mercy, and some people were intimidating. How could there be a half-point of majesty?

“Poor Daoists have their own judgments, all those who have ever had a coveted heart for the little apprentice will be punished!” Ye Chen’s indifferent voice sounded in everyone’s ears, and many people couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but there were more strong voices. The person’s face changed greatly and fled further away.

“Please turn around baby!”

“Please turn around baby!”

“Please turn around baby!”

…

Accompanied by the sound of a clear drink, the heads were laid out, and the entire starry sky was completely dyed red with blood, and the blood turned into a **** starry sky.

There were two saints who escaped to the nearby big world, but they still could not escape Ye Chen’s pursuit, and they also died tragically under the flying knife.

Soon, the war ended.

The surviving monks were all lucky, and there was a lingering look on their faces.

In this battle, three saint kings, nine saints, twenty-four sages of the Dao Slashing realm, and five dao masters who wanted to fish in troubled waters fell. Blood stained the starry sky and caused a sensation in all worlds!

A surviving saint asked fearfully, “Dare to ask your friend, what is the name of this treasure?”

“Zhanxian Flying Knife!”

Ye Chen called out his name lightly, and disappeared in place with Yu Ling.

“Immortal Slaying Flying Knife? Could it really be possible to kill an immortal?” The sage’s face was full of horror, and his voice sounded like a dream.

(end of this chapter)