The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

The young man in white was full of fear. Whether it was Ye Chen's combat power or the power that Ye Chen combined, it was beyond his expectation. It was the strangest thing he had ever encountered in his life.

However, he thought well. Although he was defeated by Ye Chen, Ye Chen was not his opponent.

Ye Chen was breathing heavily, and golden light overflowed from his body, burning Qi and blood.

It's a pity that he can't last long in that state. The three-hundred-year seal and this battle have left him injured, with blood dripping from his body, staining his black robe red, like a demon fighting in blood. In, gradually farther and farther away.

He was defeated, but his spine did not bend even an inch.

He was defeated, but the blood in his heart burned even more vigorously. His will was tenacious and he would never give up. He would live on and one day, he would fight the false immortal again and regain the glory that belonged to him.

"Where to go." The young man in white screamed and chased him fiercely, bleeding all the way. With his disheveled hair, he looked ferocious and scary. In addition to the fierceness in his eyes, there was also a gloomy cold light. Now he is like a demon who has lost his mind. He only knows how to devour blood, but he hates Ye Chen, a quasi-sage, to the bone and gnashes his teeth.

"I said, you can't catch up with me." Ye Chen cursed loudly and shrank to an inch. Like a fairy light, it crossed the empty sky, leaving behind everyone's back, so sad and vicissitudes of life.

"Destroy me." The young man in white roared, and he frequently used the sect's secret method to forcefully open the field and lock Ye Chen. There was more than one field, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of feet. It was as heavy as a mountain, and Ye Chen staggered under the pressure, making it difficult to move. Even if he is at the peak of his combat power, it is difficult to break free.

The young man in white came over like a ghost, and pierced Ye Chen's soul with a finger of ghostly light.

ah.!

Ye Chen screamed in agony, and almost knelt down on the spot, but the more he did this, the more stubborn he became. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to hold on, enduring the pain of the divine sea tearing apart, and once again urged Zhou Tian to evolve, reaching the sky in one step, holding the The Red Sky Sword buzzed and trembled, and wisps of thunder entwined it, exerting its power of recovery.

The face of the young man in white suddenly changed and he hurriedly retreated. Ye Chen's so-called Zhou Tian's evolution made him afraid.

Unfortunately, he was still slow, and his left leg was pierced by the Scarlet Sky Sword, and his speed also dropped by one point.

Ye Chen ignored him, took one step forward, and killed him instantly, swinging his sword to kill him.

The young man in white turned sideways and avoided the fatal blow, but this time, he failed to avoid it perfectly. His right arm was completely removed, blood spurted out, and even his soul was shattered.

Ye Chen was unyielding and struck one sword after another.

puff! puff!

The young man in white was defeated, bleeding all the way, and his arm was chopped off again.

Ye Chen became more and more crazy as he fought, like a mad beast, attacking with all his strength, burning life regardless of the cost, each sword was more powerful than the other.

It's a pity that even so, his combat power is only one step behind that of the pseudo-immortal. It is not easy to kill the young man in white. This is because the young man in white is wretched enough. He only defends and does not attack. Once he gets the opportunity, he will kill him. Ye Chen was seriously injured and then escaped.

puff! puff!

Blood mist filled the air, and blood gouges protruded from Ye Chen's body. Every time he was struck by a sword, he had to pay a heavy price, and the injuries were deeper every time. Even with the protection of the ancient holy body, he could not withstand it. The power of pseudo-immortal weapons.

puff! puff!

His attacks became more powerful and cruel every time, but he still couldn't get closer to the young man in white. He was always pushed away by the fake immortal. He was indeed very strong, but after all, he was just a little god. , still does not have the strength to fight against the pseudo-immortal.

boom! boom!

The roar continued, and the great mountains and rivers collapsed because of the two people. The white jade steps exploded into flying ash, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the sky exploded; the mountains exploded, and the rivers collapsed; the cities collapsed, and the earth collapsed, with an area of ​​several thousand feet. Not a blade of grass is left.

The young man in white had disheveled hair and was in a state of embarrassment all the way. His figure was quite staggering and his mouth was bleeding. Whenever he saw Ye Chen coming to attack, he would turn around and run away. He would not collide with him head-on, but only sneak attacks in the dark.

Of course, he underestimated Ye Chen's resilience.

The holy body he saw was really like a tenacious rock. Even though it was covered with cuts and bruises, it still had a high fighting spirit. Its eyes were terrifyingly scarlet, and his blood was always boiling, dripping with semen. Yuan contains majestic vitality and burns regardless of the cost. In exchange, it is an unparalleled fighting power and an unending fighting will.

boom! boom!

The war started again, with mountains collapsing and rubble flying. The scene was chaotic and hazy. Dark holes in space intertwined into a web that covered the world. Wisps of halo of destruction wreaked havoc in the sky.

The injuries of the young man in white were shocking.

Ye Chen's injuries were worse than his, one arm had been blown into ashes.

Both of them have their own advantages and disadvantages, and neither can do anything about the other.

Ye Chen knew this in his heart. Although he was a Holy Body, the gap in cultivation was there. The young man in white was a real fake immortal. Even though he was weakened by the curse, he was still powerful enough to consume him to death.

puff! puff! puff!

Ye Chen bleeds again, one sword is better than the other, dazzling blood flowers bloom, every blood flower is stained with blood, his holy body is pierced in many places, and every scar is shining with black light , dissolving his essence, making his healing speed extremely slow. This is a curse in the dark. He is immortal. As long as the time limit is up, he will still die.

The situation of the young man in white is similar. For one life, he lost almost seven or eight lives. Ye Chen's sword has made his bones dripping with blood. The blood of the holy body, his blood and Ye Chen's blood are scattered together, splashing all over the world. , dyed full of misty nothingness.

The two of them seemed to have become two bloody men, with no trace of intact flesh to be found on their bodies.

It can be seen that with the drops of holy blood dripping, the momentum of the two people is rising, and the opportunity of the blood inheritance limit is lingering around the two of them. The blood inheritance limit and the gathering of strands merge into the two people in vivo.

And Ye Chen's holy body is also undergoing a subtle transformation. The holy body, blood and bones of the holy body are gradually recovering, and the wounds are healing one after another under the influence of the blood inheritance limit.

At least, the young man in white could not understand such miracles.

I don't know when, I heard a wail resounding through the sky, accompanied by a rain of blood, Ye Chen knelt on one knee, holding a blood-stained iron rod, and a silver gun pierced his chest, and the blood flowed and soaked it. The white clothes also penetrated his body. Although he was still standing, his golden eyes were dim and his figure was shaking and teetering.

The young man in white was not much better. His body was broken and he was forced to a desperate situation. He rolled all the way out and fell down a majestic mountain, crushing the majestic mountain into ruins. Then, he fell into another majestic mountain and turned the mountain into ruins. A human-shaped pit was smashed, and blood flowed.

"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.