The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

At this time, Ye Chen and a dragon king were fighting together. One was like a demon god, with golden light all over his body, and the other was like a demon king, with overwhelming evil aura. Every punch of the two of them was as heavy as a mountain, and every blow they exchanged, They all shook the starry sky.

puff! puff!

On the other side, the Dragon Clan army was slaughtered piece by piece, group after group of people, wave after wave, unable to stand at all.

"Quickly leave." The Dragon Clan people fled in a hurry.

"Where to go." Ye Chen said coldly, turned over a dragon king with one palm, crossed the sky with one step, caught up with the fleeing people, blasted the head with one punch, and jumped to an ancient city with his legs It bent, bounced up suddenly, and when it fell, it had crushed the city wall. Then, a palm swept across, and the dragon clan members were smashed into pieces by it.

puff! puff! puff!

As the blood flowers bloomed, Ye Chen was like a divine light. Wherever he went, corpses and bones were piled up. The blood mist was raging, pushing past him all the way. Everyone who was touched by him turned into blood mist, without exception.

"You evil beast, you must die." In the Dragon Clan army, a Dragon King came to kill him. He was a middle-aged figure in purple robes, holding a silver spear in his hand. He was extremely powerful. There was a dragon pattern carved between his eyebrows. He was a genuine divine calamity level.

"Get out." Ye Chen raised his hand and a spell flew out.

Well!

The Silver Spear Dragon King groaned and stepped back, with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Chen, "Who...are you?"

"Human Ye Chen." Ye Chen's words were vague. He stepped down, shrunk to an inch, and killed him in an instant. He struck with a Bahuang Fist, sending the Silver Spear Dragon King flying and almost breaking the holy body. It was him. His fighting power couldn't help but stagger.

"Kill me." The Silver Spear Dragon King shouted angrily, took a step to steady his body, and struck with a sword that reached the sky. The sword was powerful, the sword was dazzling, and the sword was a thousand feet long.

Ye Chen turned sideways and avoided the killing sword. It was not that he was vulnerable, but that the Silver Spear Dragon King was too weird.

puff! puff!

Soon, the two of them intertwined again. Ye Chen suppressed the Silver Spear Dragon King all the way and approached the Silver Spear Dragon King's true body again and again. Every attack would bring out a torrent of blood.

boom! boom! boom!

The battle was evenly matched with the Dragon Clan's army. The Dragon Clan's army was defeated and suffered heavy casualties. The dragon's blood stained the stars and the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

The star field is turbulent, and the roaring sound is imperceptible.

Ye Chen is like a generation of war gods, bathed in blood, invincible in every attack, attacking the enemy again and again, and slaying the Dragon Clan gods again and again. He is like an unparalleled war god, looking down at the world, standing proudly in the sky, overlooking vast.

"Kill, kill for me." A group of dragon kings roared, cutting through thorns and thorns, charging all the way to besiege Ye Chen.

However, Ye Chen didn't give him a chance, he was able to do it with ease and without any fear.

boom! boom! boom!

This night was destined to be restless, with rumbles resounding across the starry sky. There were Ye Chen and dragon warriors fighting in this chaotic starry sky, and the starry sky was filled with blood.

ah……!

The shrill wails filled the sky and the earth, and the dragon clan's divine calamity turned into blood and fell into the depths of the starry sky. They were either killed, suppressed, or captured.

The leader of the dragon tribe had a ferocious look on his face, and his roar resounded across the starry sky. He personally led the army, which should have been invincible, but was torn apart by Ye Chen alone.

puff!

Another stream of blood poured out, and he was also punched by Ye Chen. His chest exploded, revealing his white bones, and he was almost chopped alive.

"How is that possible?" the leader of the dragon clan yelled angrily, staring at Ye Chen with gritted teeth. Ye Chen was stronger than expected. His physical body, soul, and Taoism were all suppressed, and his combat power plummeted. He was actually suppressed by one person. The eyes were protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes. Never had the dignified peak divine calamity been so aggrieved, and the dignified leader of the dragon clan had never been so embarrassed.

As if he didn't hear his angry shouts, Ye Chen held up the iron bar, flew him away with a sword, and pressed down with a palm that reached the sky.

Immediately, the dragon leader vomited blood and fell to the sky. The bones in his body crackled. The power of the Holy Body was overbearing and removed half of his shoulders, making him grin in pain.

boom! boom! boom!

Ye Chen's movement skills are quite mysterious, and he embodies various secret and fairy magic. He frequently performs attacks with deadly moves. Even a peak divine calamity may not be able to stop him, just because he is too fast, and his attacks cannot be stopped. And fierce, one set followed the other.

puff! puff! puff!

The leader of the Dragon Clan was bleeding and had numerous scars. Every time he tried to counterattack, he was slapped by Ye Chen and fell from the sky again and again.

puff!

Finally, he knelt down and was pushed to the ground by Ye Chen. He was trampled under his feet. His whole body was injured and blood spurted out.

The people of the Dragon Clan looked ferocious, angry and shocked. The leader of the Dragon Clan was actually pressed down and beaten by a holy body. If word spread, it would make many Dragon Clan of the same rank laugh.

puff! puff!

His resentment was meaningless to Ye Chen. His attack still did not stop. When he raised the sword and dropped it, blood splashed across the stars. Every sword strike left a gorge of blood.

"Save me..."

puff!

The dragon leader's last call was drowned in the screams, and he was chopped alive. Even the sacred bones were shattered by Ye Chen, leaving only a wisp of residual soul, which fled into nothingness.

"Run, I'm asking you to run today." Ye Chen scolded coldly, holding a bloody sword and following closely.

ah.....!

The screams suddenly resounded through the starry sky. Ye Chen was so cruel. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the remains of the dragon leader. Instead, he picked out the broken holy bodies and smashed them to pieces with his long sword. Erased together with the remaining souls, leaving no one alive.

One leader fell, and the entire dragon army fell into a terrifying situation.

Their morale has hit an unprecedented low. The soldiers are retreating, the Dragon King is fleeing, and the Dragon Clan's formation has been smashed to pieces by Ye Chen's sword after sword. Such a scene is like a one-sided situation. In the war, the dragon clan's soldiers were wiped out every inch of land.

At this time, the morale of Qing Rong's dragon army suddenly rose sharply, and they all moved towards the front.

ah.....!

The screams kept ringing out, accompanied by the blood-soaked figures one after another. The Dragon Clan's army collapsed along the way. One by one, the Dragon Clan's God Tribulation was killed. The blood rain falling all over the sky was like a plum blossom in full bloom. Brilliant and dazzling.

"Damn it." The Dragon Clan Emperor was furious, but could not stop him.

"I wait, I don't believe in evil." The Dragon King of the Dragon Clan hissed, and they came together to kill, like huge ocean waves, one layer after another, trying to crush Ye Chen into ashes. Their masters were all the royal family of the Dragon Clan, how could they ever I have been bullied before, but I have never been beaten so embarrassingly by a quasi-sage. This humiliation needs to be washed away with blood to be worthy of the dignity of the Dragon Clan.

Buzz!

Ye Chen crushed the sea of ​​stars in one step, golden light shot out, and he swept across the world with a sword. The three dragon kings of the dragon clan were blown up on the spot, leaving only a wisp of residual souls. Ye Chen grabbed it out with one hand and held it on his fingertips with the other hand. The dragon soul struggled, but to no avail. Ye Chen's palm was like gold, imprisoning the dragon soul.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.