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Walking all the way to the sky, Ye Chen came to Niehai again.
Although sanctified, Nie Hai still puts great pressure on him.
The evil fate that even the Emperor could not exhaust, even the ten temple Yan Luo dare not set foot easily, it is conceivable how scary.
This is a terrible place. Few people come here to earn merits, and only he is such an evil demon who dares to wave on the edge.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine merit, a quasi-sacred dragon, one hundred feet; a saint-level dragon, twenty.
Ye Chen estimated that it was not as difficult as he imagined. With his fighting power, it is easy to earn the merits required by Ming.
Just do it, he pulled out his storage bag and set foot on the beach.
Then, at the junction of Niehai and the beach, he sprayed a dragon sack while flying, a whole sack.
Such a behavior, if seen by others, will tremble.
You know, the evil sea dragon is very fierce, and if it is not careful, it will be swallowed up. People are attracted one by one.
But he did well, the whole sack was poured, and the dragon that was drawn out was not one, it would be many.
If you are unlucky, it is very likely that you will summon a quasi-sacred king dragon, or even a holy king-level dragon.
However, he is so pissing, advanced saints, and able to open a domineering body, so capable, enough to pick a group.
There is no way for a person to be self-willed.
Soon, the sea of sin was not calm, and the mist was raging.
The tyrannical dragon groan sounded, and one evil dragon roared out, with as many as nine heads, all of which were quasi-holy dragons.
They are not small, they are entrenched, as big as a mountain, and in their eyes, Ye Chen is a little grasshopper.
"Whether you are a dragon or a worm, I lie on my stomach."
Ye Chen hissed and leaped, stepping across the virtual sky, and heading past it, a sword cut out a fairy river, splitting the heavens and the earth.
The dragon that was charging ahead was the most unlucky one. Just after a thunderbolt was spit out, the dragon's faucet was chopped and the sword was killed.
The other eight-headed dragons were not much better. They were of the quasi-sacred level. They couldn't hold Ye Chen to attack and were destroyed by Ye Chen with one sword.
"Nine hundred merit is in hand." Ye Chen glanced at the merit book, the nine hundred digital board was neat, and there were nine lines of text.
At this speed, it takes less than half a day to earn enough merits, which is the advantage of arrogance.
Without any delay, Ye Chen scooped up a sack to move the dragon, flying all the way, spreading all the way, all the way to the waves.
Zhaolong scattered, the edge of the sea of sin, the fog was raging.
Nine heads roared out, among them there was a saint dragon, more than a quasi-sacred dragon.
It is also its screaming loudness, the huge dragon body crushing the virtual sky collapsing, the mouth spitting flames, his eyes shooting thunder, very fierce.
Ye Chen couldn't get used to this number, and stepped down into an inch, killing the top of the sage's evil dragon head, holding the sword in both hands and plunging straight.
The sage dragon's head was pierced and darkened with blood.
With sorrow and sorrow, it knelt on the spot, and turned into a mist of evil margins, the soul returned to heaven and earth, and it was a forceful pretense.
The saint-level dragons were on their knees. The other quasi-saint dragons could not turn over the waves, and the group was annihilated.
Ye Chen didn't look at the merit book either, and spread Zhaozao while holding Zhaolong.
The dragon was very face-saving, Zhaolong scattered, and one after the other ran out. The dragon eyes were huge, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, with a large mouth opening, spitting lightning, and fierce abnormal.
They are fierce, Ye Chen is more fierce, and they do not have defense.
The combat power is absolutely suppressed. This is a unilateral massacre. The holy king-level dragons cannot be found. Other dragons are small shrimps.
Looking away, the images are lawless. Ye Chen, who is as small as a gnat, can't lift his head because he is a beating dragon.
In the distance, a shadow fell, two ghost kings and one old mediocre general, a team, also come here to earn merits.
Seeing Ye Chen, all three swallowed hard.
Everyone is in a team to beat a dragon. This one is good. Picking a gang and killing the dragon is like cutting a watermelon.
"So ... is that Ye Chen?" The two ghost kings opened their mouths.
"Not who else will he have." The old Ming sighed.
"The whole underworld, a saint-level junior, it is only him who dares to fight evil dragons in this way, and the evil devil is hanged."
The three of you said a word to me, and my heart was agitated.
When I saw Ye Chen's nagging, I didn't feel it reminded me of half a month ago.
Under the seat of Yan Luo of the Ninth Hall, a total of 72 mediocre soldiers were killed by the ghosts crying by Ye Chen, and nearly fifty were killed tragically.
As for those who escaped by chance, they were still crooked at the bed, and they heard that they had been removed from the temple by Yan Luo.
That battle was really lawless, and the Eucharist made a huge name. His name became a nightmare for a generation.
If such a ruthless person, how can the evil sea monster dragon be his opponent and earn merits here, for him, it is a piece of cake.
"Bacheng kills too much meditation, and his merit is depleted."
"But if he is so strong, earning merit is like drinking water, and it is a matter of time to seal the seat." One ghost king booed.
All saints, how many hundred years older than Ye Chen?
Imagine how difficult it was for them to earn merits. It took them 800 years to seal the post.
The human sacrament is good, one sword at a time, the merit is not one by one, but hundreds of hundreds of rose, can irritate an individual.
The two ghost kings also coughed, their expressions were tangled, and they were all mixed in the underworld.
When the three of them talked, Ye Chen chopped down another evil dragon, holding the jug, and drinking the grunts, saying very beastly.
Look at his merits again. This is a bit more work. It has already passed 4,000. He has earned less than half of the merits.
"Come again." Ye Chen threw the jug, took out Zhao Longsan, and ran to the edge of Nie Hai, looking forward and full of energy.
Of course, he had just arrived here, and he still had time to scatter the dragon, and Nie Hai became restless and rolled the rough sea.
Ye Chen was inattentive and was engulfed by the waves. Well, to be more precise, he bumped into it.
"Oh my God, the Eucharist actually entered the Underworld." The two ghost kings not far away exclaimed.
"It's so reckless." Lao Ming frowned.
He lived longer than Ye Chen, and knew Ye Hai better than Ye Chen. The waves on the side were fine, and he could not step into the Ye Hai.
The evil dragons on the seaside are so fierce, not to mention the bones that a saint will swallow in the seaside.
There are many evil fate in the sea of evil, which will erode the Yuanshen. There are many evil dragons in it, and their levels are far beyond imagination.
Now Ye Chen stepped in, and the consequences can be imagined.
In the sea of sin, Ye Chen stabilized his body and looked around.
But all he saw was a cloud of mist.
Under his feet, the waves were rough, and the sea of darkness was dark, and when he looked carefully, he could see that all the ghosts were struggling.
The screams of sorrow and sorrow continued, with a deceptive magic. Rao was his concentration, and his heart was almost lost.
In the underworld, there is still a power that erodes his primordial god, and that power is the wicked edge, invisible and mysterious.
It is also the cause of the evil that has caused the chaos in the space of the evil sea.
He was apparently drawn in from the edge of the Undersea, but now he is far from the beach and swallowed into the depths of the Undersea.
In addition, his consciousness was blocked by the Underworld. I don't know where to go to get out, and he has no sense of direction.
"It's not fun." He frowned, and his face was extremely ugly.
"Can it be possible, is it that I have killed too many evil dragons this time? I was caught by Yin Hai Yin Yuan, which swallowed me in?"
"It's nonsense. Make some merit, so many birds."
Ye Chen cursed secretly, and when he thought about it, he sacrificed a pair of armors, covering his body, and many protections were opened at the same time.
This is a sea of evil, with many crises. He is a saint, and he can be killed at all times, which is no better than outside.
Sure enough, an evil spirit crawled out of the inferior sea, his face was stretched out, and his claws were stretched out to drag him into the infernal sea.
Ye Chen snorted, a sword swept across, and a bunch of evil spirits were cut off.
Li Gui wailed, causing the Quartet to yell, the mist rolled, and evil dragons rushed in. There were many, and the level was not low.
Ye Chen waved his sword, constantly pointing at the Quartet. It was Wanjian Chaozong who moved. This is a group attack. It is most suitable for this moment.
The head of the dragon was attacked, the dragon's body was bloody, but it was still culled, opened its mouth with blood, opened with lightning and flames.
Ye Chen looked cold, turned away from the mist, and took the initiative to attack and kill.
Fortunately, the dragon that rushed to the highest level is only the Holy King level, there is no Holy King level or even higher, otherwise it will be tricky.
One evil dragon was chopped, and the dark dragon's blood poured into the dark sea of sin, and was swallowed by the evil spirits in the sea of sin.
Because of his killing, more and more evil dragons roared.
Ye Chen became fierce, opened his domineering body, attacked and killed all the way.
His merit, rising rapidly, has been approaching the gods.
I do n’t know when the word “Jing Jiang” appears on his head, which means that his merits have met the requirements.
However, at this moment, he didn't care about them.
The most important thing at the moment is to get out of the sea of sin, otherwise it is very likely to be buried here.
What makes him sore is that the space of Niehai is chaotic and the sense of God is blocked. There is no way out, such as a headless fly.
If it goes on like this, Mo is said to be a domineering body, and the vertical blood will continue to be bound, and it will also be consumed. There are too many evil dragons.
"Predecessor Dihuang, have you ever seen it?" Ye Chen hissed, expecting Dihuang to take his hand and get him out.
His call did not get a response, but instead attracted more evil dragons, no shortage of quasi-sacred kings, all big.
The vast sea of darkness, mist and fog, waves are raging, one evil dragon and one manifestation, carrying the evil edge.
"Fighting for luck." Ye Chen gritted his teeth, pinpointed one side, and rushed to fight, hoping that it was the direction of the sea of evil.
He wanted it all, but the evil dragon didn't do it, and when it came, he would have to let him be buried in Niehai, and his successors would follow.
"Get out." Ye Chen roared and waved the killing sword frantically, the chaos vision opened, and the mysterious magical powers were set one by one.
Although there are many evil dragons, he is even more fierce, and he will simply die. This is not a good place, and he will be buried here if he fails.
