"Oh!"

As the Indian Holy One waved the golden branch in his hand, the golden branch suddenly soared.

Under everyone's attention, the golden branches grew out of seven small branches, all blood-red, with an extremely terrifying breath emanating from it.

"The strong blood-blooded air is indeed the spiritual treasure of Lord Gerald the Beast Emperor!"

"It is said that in order to refine this treasure, Lord Gerrard has hundreds of thousands of refugees, and this golden **** tree has absorbed hundreds of thousands of blood ..."

At that moment, some Western powerhouses changed their color.

However, many of the great powers of Huaguo stared at the Emperor's Tree of Divine Realm desperately, looking dignified to the extreme.

Beast Emperor's Spirit Treasure!

Can Ye Nankang resist?

"Hmm ..."

Immediately afterwards, I saw seven small branches above the imperial **** tree moving in the wind, and then they all flew out together, like the tongues of an ancient beast.

And as the golden **** tree skyrocketed, the body of the Indian saint, Harris, dried up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Apparently the whole body was sacrificed.

"Ye Nankang, you die!"

"Hahaha!"

Harris, who was as dry as a mummy, laughed wildly.

With his words fall.

The seven branches, like giant tongues, wrapped up the monstrous spirit and went straight to Ye Chen. The momentum was so loud that it almost covered the whole world.

"Is this capable? You also want to kill me? !!!"

Ye Chen fell behind with one hand and protruded from his chest with one hand, his actions seemed extraordinary.

However, in the eyes of everyone, it was like a green dragon giant claw that swept the area, stiffly across the sky.

"Boom ..."

The blue dragon giant claws directly wrapped the golden **** tree from the sky, and the storm of vitality visible to the naked eye wanted to sweep around, and it was accompanied by a lot of blood.

Powerful!

The Holy Saint of India vomited blood, regressed, and his face was filled with extreme horror: "How is this possible? How is this possible !!!"

That is his master, the only spiritual treasure given by the beast emperor in India. Even the beast emperor in the west or the saint in the east cannot destroy it?

However, Ye Chen burst out?

Thinking of this, his expression changed abruptly, then he suddenly looked at Ye Chen: "You ... you are a saint ..."

"dead!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen stepped on, and the endless power of God bloomed under his feet.

"boom!"

Ye Chen's eyes were endlessly killing, his eyes were horrifying, and black hair was flying. Under one foot, the former body was crushed directly, and his soul became gray.

Suddenly, there was silence in heaven and underground!

At this moment, both the eastern and western powerhouses are changing colors, feeling terrified from the heart.

Especially the western powerhouses are almost desperate!

Although the Holy Saint of India is only a quasi-holy warrior, his strength is enough to squeeze into the top 20 in the world. He also has the help of the Beastmaster's weapon. I am afraid that it was the Beast Emperor's own shot and he could not be killed so quickly!

But now he was killed by Ye Chen!

"saint!!!"

"He is a saint !!!"

The surviving part of the mysterious Xeon was roaring again and again, and his face was filled with unbelievable thick.

In a word!

The audience is silent!

saint!

This combat power represents the existence of the Beast Emperor in the West. Looking at the whole world, it is only a first-hand index!

Someone doesn't want to believe!

But the fact is right here!

From the beginning of the war in the East and the West to now, but half an hour, but there are too many powerful people who died in Ye Chen's hands!

Harris, Indian Holy One!

Dongying Yinyang Master Tianyin Evil Master!

Second Prince of the Blood Race of England!

Totem City High Priest Christian!

...

Together, it is more than twenty, and it is the most powerful of the great secrets and holy places!

"dead!"

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Huang Quan's ancestors killed a beastmaster at Mount Olympus with one sword!

Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya and others have beheaded and killed many people one after another, leading to the balance of this battle finally tilted towards the Chinese side.

The **** of Olympus had already fought against the Qing Dynasty saint, Kun Qing, for nine days. Both sides were wounded, and they were desperate.

"I am in the West. What should I do now? Or run?"

"No, if the country flees directly, the Hua Guoqiang will inevitably pursue and win, we will die faster!"

"How could Ye Nankang be so powerful? If I had known it before, I would not have participated in the Dongzheng Army even if I was killed ..."

For a while, there was a sound of controversy among the Western army, and many people were terrified and even regretted it.

After all, Ye Chen has no enmity with some of their secret places and holy places.

The reason they participated was purely because so many secret places and sacred places in the West joined forces. Ye Nankang was undoubtedly defeated, so they also joined in. It was nothing more than trying to find fish in the muddy water and sharing a cup.

However, who ever thought that after the war really started, it would be such an unacceptable ending.

"Now it's only up to the holy mountain-whether the **** of Mount Olympus has helped Hermes to restore the situation!"

"God has dragged the Lord to the saints of the East. I'm afraid we can't care about us unless we have a hidden second hand on our side!"

Countless western powers are secretly frightened.

It seems to verify his guess.

And at this moment, a young man in a suit stepped out and looked at Ye Chen with a sneer: "Ye Nankang, don't be too proud of yourself. Before we come, my blood family already has a backhand!"

"I also have a second hand in the Holy See!" The only archbishop remaining in the Vatican camp also sneered.

After waiting for everyone to react, I saw the young man in a suit suddenly bit his tongue and quickly drew a weird rune in the air.

"Dear Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child, Gaia, is offering blood as a sacrifice, waiting for you!"

The young man in a suit fell down on his knees, and was extremely religious.

With his voice falling, there was an extremely loud noise in the originally turbulent Western camp.

Prince Nicholas!

The first prince of the British blood family, no one knows how many years he has lived, and no one has seen his face!

The only thing I know is that everyone who has seen him is dead, and it is said that today's blood feast party is its descendants!

This person is the father of the bloodline!

"He should summon the first Prince Nicholas. In this way, Ye Nankang will surely die!"

Many western powerhouses were overjoyed, staring at the space next to them, faintly preparing for the meeting.

However, with the passage of time, there was no movement between heaven and earth.

In the end, even the blood young man's complexion changed, he once again gimmicked: "Respected Lord Nicholas First Prince, your most loyal child, Gaia, sacrifices blood, waiting for your coming!" .

"But the waste you are calling?"

But at this moment, a sound of disdain came from the western sky.