The first thousand five hundred and ninety-four chapters

The number of symbols is generally a strong king, the most direct and the most commonly used method to judge the realm of strength.

Each brand is also upgraded to a level. Like the fat old devil, he now has eight bonfires, and is a traditional eight-day powerhouse.

The horrible phantom of the head, like the fate of the devil, is really called the scalp tingling, the body is cold, and the goose bumps.

"It should be impossible. His strength is probably about the fourth day.

The fat old devil is also a person who has seen the big scene. After the shock, he calmed down and carefully perceive the realm of Ye Chu.

"Kid, today you are dead!"

After learning that Ye Chu had only Tian 4 and Tian Wu, the fat old man was full of confidence and his face showed a cruel smile: "Go with your chick!"

"go with……"

Ye Chu did not talk to him nonsense, the ice throne and the blood furnace at the same time suppressed, with a horrible supreme chill, and a large number of ghosts and signs, directly pounced on the fat old devil.

"Good and strong..."

The fat old devil just got a lot of glory, but when these two things came to the top of the head, they were still shocked.

Especially the throne of the ice, the release of the cold is almost equal to the spirit, the bones are constantly tremble, the black doctrine is not particularly strong, but the number is too large, there are more than 100,000.

"A woman who dares to move me to Chu Chu, today's today is like your sacrifice day!"

Ye Chu's voice turned into red dust, and the body shape was also unreasonably magnified between the heavens and the earth. It was like an ancient war god, and the whole person turned into a horrible golden light fist, which was pressed down in a rushing way.

"Saint Wei!"

The fat old devil is finally moving, and this piece of golden light fist of Ye Chu contains the sage of the saint, the true holy prestige.

"flash!"

He no longer hesitated, his right hand waved, and a seven-piece wind bonfire armor was condensed on the top of his head, blocking Ye Chu's ice throne and blood furnace, and he took the opportunity to slip away.

"escape?"

"Do you think you can escape?"

Ye Chu’s voice is like a ghost, and he laughs at the fat old devil’s ear. At the same time, Ye Chuyang’s hand has made a silver light, and he has covered the direction of the fat old devil.

"Into the dream of love!"

Ye Chu once again displayed the supreme ambition of the Red Dust Lady, the fat old devil who was escaping quickly, feeling that the body had shaken, and then I felt a more horrible holy prestige.

A golden saint with eighteen arms, sitting cross-legged in front of him, with a height of more than ten thousand feet, the horrible pressure that smashed all his confidence.

"The woman who dares to move this holy, have to say, you are very courageous..."

The sound is still Ye Chu, but it is 100,000 points colder than before, reaching the depths of the fat old demon, defeating his confidence.

"St., the saint, is there to have no eyes under the eyes, but also ask the adults to ignore the villain, let go of a small horse..." The fat old devil really thought that Ye Chu was the young man.

The fat old demon thinks that he is very strong, but in the face of such a powerful terrorist saint, he has no confidence in fighting.

The saint in front of you, I am afraid that among the saints, it is also the existence of the top. This horrible golden light, the body of more than ten thousand feet, is full of rhythm.

"This may be a strong person, or else how could there be a wife like a feathered fairy..." Thinking of this, the fat old demon felt that the back was cold.

"I don't think anyone remembers me, Meng De! You are dead today!"

Ye Chu’s voice filled the fat old devil’s ear. When he touched his hand, his ears shook the blood and flowed down his cheeks to his neck.

"Meng, Meng De!"

The fat old devil is shocked, then, that is a real strong man, 5,000 years ago, killing the eleventh field invincible, how, he, he still not dead?

"This two goods, let you talk to Mengde here..."

In the void, Ye Chu’s deity has come to the side of the **** silkworm cocoon, and sees the wonderful man Tan Miaozhen who thinks about it day and night, and opens her arms to her and says, “Miao, I will take you away...”

"Yep……"

Tan Miaozhen’s voice was weak, but she was blushing and shy into the arms of Ye Chu. Ye Chu gave her a few bottles of holy liquid and gave a bottle of small silkworm.

"Is that old demon killed by you?" Tan Miaoqi looked back and looked at the fat old devil who was fainting in the north. The state of the guy was a bit strange, and there was some strangeness in the face.

Ye Chu grinned and smiled: "Don't worry about him, I just created a wonderful dream for him. When he wakes up, he will naturally leave..."

When he spoke, Ye Chu suddenly spit a blood, his face became a bit pale, and Tan Miaoyu exclaimed: "What happened to you?"

"Nothing, just a little weak now, let's get out of here..."

Ye Chu feels that something is not good, and the dream of building a fat old demon may soon wake up, and he must leave with Tan Miaozhen immediately.

"go……"

Ye Chumei's heart smashed out a green lotus, surrounded by a trace of chaotic gas, converging the breath of two people and a silkworm. The blood furnace and the ice throne have already entered the world of Qiankun, and the Supreme sword has entered the world of Qiankun. He was powerless to drive, leaving Tan Miao and the silkworm immediately.

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"Meng, Meng predecessors, are small and have no eyes, you must not have a general knowledge with me, I just make a joke with your wife..." Meng De's name, in the eleventh domain, such as thunder, fat old devil A pair of fat legs are shaking, I did not expect to encounter such a person.

Such a character, once born, nine days and eleven fields, will be swept by him.

In the age of no supreme, no supreme, and no strong, any one who is strong will be the first person in the world, and the most terrifying force exists.

The body shape of the emptiness of the air slowly dissipated, but there was no response. The fat old man felt a little weird. Why did it seem that this Mengde’s breath was weakened?

"Meng, Meng predecessors, how about you put a small horse? Small guarantees will not be made again in the future..." The fat old devil turned his eyes and turned around, but there was a lot of confusion in his heart.

The golden Saint-Wei is far weaker, and there is no Ye Chu’s figure in the void. The fat old man’s face is a glimpse, and it seems to understand something.

His face immediately gloomy, his hand raised a black suffocation, a loud bang in the void, a big hole in front, and then the golden world collapsed.

"This……"

"It’s just a illusion!"

The fat old devil's face, the gloomy can drop black water, his eyes are like a knife, glance at this void, where there are shadows of Ye Chu and Tan Miaozhen, they have actually illusion!

"Damn! Damn!"

"You **** it!"

The fat old man's straight squatting feet, the void under his body were all smashed, and a string of horrible brilliance was issued. He immediately calmed down and felt the position of Ye Chu and Tan Miaozhen.

"You can't escape!"