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Outside the ghost town, the crowd was so crowded that the figures were next to each other.
In the ghost town, there are few people, and they also ran out to see the theater.
A mediocre soldier was brutally beaten. This was a new thing to listen to, and when I ran to see it, I felt chilly.
Ye Chen clutched the storage bag and returned to Xiaoyuan all the way.
The mood is indeed good. After the fight, there is a baby collection. If anyone finds him, he doesn't mind going to play a few more games.
Even though Yan Luo was in trouble, he was not afraid.
If there is a battle between juniors, if the older generation has to step in, then he will go to talk with Emperor Huang, there is a backstage, we are not afraid.
"It's undeniable that you can still force it."
When he entered the small garden, he heard the yak's deep meaning, although he closed his eyes and thoughtfully, he could see clearly.
Really answered the words of Xuanhuang, the old seventh of his family, no matter where he went, how the **** was the world, and he didn't even bother.
"Low-key." Ye Chen's face was grave, and he tore open the storage bag of Fei Ling Ming General, shaking his eyes to Venus.
The baby of Feilong Mingjiang is still very eye-catching. There are a lot of ghost stones, as well as secret scrolls, artifacts, and elixir.
There is more storage for this product than Guiquan Ming.
Ye Chen is very sensible, adding the elixir of soul power, crushing it one by one, the yak needs the soul power at this moment.
If it weren't for Zhao Yun, he would pull out the Yuanshen who is the dragon dragon meditation, and refine the power of the Yuanshen for the yak.
"Lao Qi, Emperor Huang is really in the underworld?" Yak asked.
"That's still false." Ye Chen smiled, waving his soul power, "It's amazing how big this world is."
"Anytime I have time, take me to see the Emperor Wilderness!" The yak grinned.
"Condensate the Yuanshen first." Ye Chen received the magical power. "In the future, in the heavens and the world, some will have time to meet."
"This relationship is good." The yak laughed even more joyfully, and had foreseen a picture: Emperor Huang hanged the Honghuang people one by one.
The heavens are not unmanned. If you do n’t come, you just have to come here. You ca n’t afford it.
Thinking about it, the yak forcibly suppressed the excitement, and fell into sleep again, and the most important thing at the moment was the concentration.
Ye Chen sacrifice out of the enchantment, covering the whole small garden.
Then, he sat under the old tree and meditated to realize God's possession. The talents and supernatural powers of the ancient Eucharist must be overbearing.
Emperor Huang's God hides and captures heaven and earth, a kind of artistic conception, which outlines a vast picture, mysterious and mysterious.
Divine possession is like a mountain and a sea, and he is like gravel beneath the mountain, like a drop of the sea.
What he can see is also only the tip of the iceberg. To open all the gods, it takes endless years of understanding.
Xiaoyuan, fell into tranquility, only the real wind blows.
Outside, the fainting Feilongming brought the man back.
Those who went out of the city to watch the theater also returned in groups of three or five.
"Identified the goods, but I can no longer let him enter the gambling arena." A group of gambling arena hosts gathered a mutter.
"I don't think so, even Feilongming will be defeated. If he breaks through, how can we stop this group?"
"That's true, too." The Taiwanese hosts scowled their beards.
Today's battle was considered to be the power of Ye Chen. The gambling arena could not be opened again, and it was bankrupted again.
"It's an accident." On the side of the ghost street, Meng Po walked with a cane. She would be the most shocked person.
How long has it been since that day, not only did the former soul condense the Yuanshen, but it also grew to such a terrible level that the dragon dragon will be defeated.
"There are many evils in the underworld." Meng Po shook her head in a hush, and no longer cares about Ye Chen's loss of her throne.
As she was walking, she couldn't help but stop and looked at a wall quietly, with a portrait of a woman posted on the wall, Nai Chuling's.
She is the last Nai He Bridge God, and Chu Ling is this Nai He Bridge God. Looking at it this way can not help but feel a little emotional.
Sometimes I think about it, it ’s also good outside. I do n’t need to stand at the bridge, and I do n’t need to feed people to drink that sorrowful soup.
She lived a long time and watched too much. She was already tired of it. She was tired of the reborn people, and she cried when she drank Meng Po Tang.
The sorrowful soup is made with the tears, and each drop precipitates memories, one after another, back and forth.
In this moment, her state of mind was sublimated, and she advanced on the walk.
Everyone in the road met his eyes and looked very wrong. He could walk to the next level. Are we lucky?
Meng Po smiled kindly and understood the cause and effect.
The encounter with Ye Chen was both a cause and a fortune. She should thank Ye Chen for hundreds of years and finally took that step.
In the small garden, Ye Chen remained motionless, like an old monk meditating.
It wasn't until the tenth day that he saw his sacred body tremble, his face changed slightly, his eyebrows tightened and stretched from time to time.
He didn't know when he got up. Although he closed his eyes, he stepped out of the ghost city and stood on the sky.
A gust of wind blew, and there was a stripe on his brows, which slowly drew out, forming a godlike pattern.
Then, strands of mysterious power overflowed from his body, quickly sketching out an illusory figure.
The illusory figure was not small, a hundred feet tall.
Its brows are also engraved with the same **** pattern as Ye Chen's brows.
Looking from a distance, the huge illusory figure stands like a mountain with a height of one hundred feet, standing between heaven and earth.
Ye Chen stood on the chest of the illusory figure.
The illusory figure, like a pair of armors, enveloped Ye Chen.
Strangely, the outline, appearance, and even hairstyle of that illusive figure are just like Ye Chen.
In other words, it is Ye Chen after zooming in.
The difference is that Ye Chen has flesh and blood, but it is illusory.
Ye Chen opened his eyes, so did the huge figure.
Ye Chen raised his palm, and the huge figure also raised his palm.
Ye Chen took a step, and the huge figure also took a step.
To put it plainly, the action of the huge figure and Ye Chen is synchronized. Ye Chen does what he does,
Even when Ye Chen laughed, he laughed, Ye Chen's hair floated slightly, and her illusive hair floated slightly.
This is one of the ancient holy body deities hidden, its name: Ba body.
This divine possession can be called absolute defense. If he wants to hurt him, he must first break through the figure of the headdress surrounding him.
This divine possession is also called absolute attack. Ye Chen attacked. He also attacked, and the power was magnified.
"It's really good." Ye Chen smiled, twisted his neck fiercely, and the figure of the tyrant laughed, and also twisted his neck.
"Standing high means looking far." Ye Chen stepped, walking in the sky, looking around in all directions.
The figure of the tyrant was also walking, and like Ye Chen, he looked around in all directions, with huge soles. Every time he fell down, the ground trembled with a bang.
Passing by a towering ancient tree, Ye Chen probed directly.
Although the ancient tree was large, it was like a grass in front of the figure of the tyrannical body. Two fingers were clipped and it was uprooted.
While walking, Ye Chen turned out a sword.
At the same time, the figure of the tyrannical body also transformed a sword in his hand, which was just illusory, but he was much larger than that in Ye Chen's hands, at least 20-30 feet.
Ye Chen began to stir up, looking for a sword and dancing broadly.
The domineering figure is really synchronized with his movements.
When you look away, you see an illusive giant, resting the dancing sword, without paying attention, and leveling the surrounding mountains.
"I ... my mother, then ... that is what."
The little ghosts passing by looked at the side with a grim expression.
Unreal, is that a ghost? But it's too big.
In the middle of the night, holding a huge and imaginary sword, waved and waved, jumping up and down, the movement was strange.
More and more people gathered, still more ghost towns.
Too many people raised their heads and stared aggressively at that side.
"Which one is so big is still unreal."
"Is it a ghost? I have never seen such a big ghost."
"Have you ever found that man ... a little familiar."
"Of course they are familiar, exactly the same as those of the Eucharist Ye Chen, but what is this supernatural power?
"What are you talking about!" Ye Chen sighed when she saw many people.
His voice was so big, like an eternal thunder, that the swaying space was distorted and shattered mountain after mountain.
Having said that, what he did was just what the domineering figure did, and he blew his throat, that is, the domineering figure blew his throat.
If you are so big, you do n’t have a loud voice!
This is the blessing of combat power. He doesn't have a big voice, but he has a big voice! That's a big figure.
The picture is a bit embarrassing, the big ghost and the little ghost ghost king fall down, and there are still many generals, and the seeds of the head are buzzing.
"It really surprised me, and it took only nine days to open the domineering body." On the top of the world, the Emperor smiled. "Emperor, you have a vein of ancient holy bodies, and it's still talented."
"He will be one of the most amazing wild ancient Eucharist, no one." Emperor Huang smiled, the ancestor of the Eucharist, full of relief.
