Emperor of Death

Chapter 1718 The Victor

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the light gradually became clearer.

Everyone saw that Yechen reappeared in the sky, still holding a silver gun, standing proudly in the void, with long hair dancing wildly, looking down at the world.

Except for the remnant soul in Di Chuan's body, no one knew what happened.

As for the mysterious scales that block attacks, Ye Chen had already put them away. In this world where even the gods possessed them, Ye Chen knew that if the scales were discovered by others, they would definitely bring death.

"Teacher, help my people!" Di Chuan pleaded.

But the next moment, the remnant soul poured out the remaining soul power and wrapped Di Chuan.

The next moment, Di Chuan turned into a stream of light, which suddenly shot into the sky behind.

"What a fast speed!" Countless people exclaimed, even Ye Chen, who has cultivated the power of thunder, is far from being able to compare.

"Block him!" Ye Chen yelled, this is the remnant soul of a god, he knows so many secrets, and now that he is injured, he must not let it go.

The little skull and the death knight stood in front of them, and they slammed the spears in their hands at Dichuan fiercely, and the rest of them also shot one after another, blocking Dichuan's advance.

The spear hit Di Chuan's body, and the next moment, the two spears were sent flying, and Di Chuan turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance instantly.

Yechen and his dead creatures, who had just exerted their strength in the rear, stared blankly at the distant figure...

In the distance, Di Chuan turned his head and said angrily to Ye Chen with his original voice: "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor. The corpse clan devil, I will definitely return in ten years and cut you under the sword. "

This seems to be an oath, lingering in everyone's ears.

"What a pity!" Ye Chen said viciously, if he caught the remnant soul of a god, how many would there be.

But that erupted with speed and strength, and Ye Chen couldn't match it, it was too powerful.

For Dichuan?Yechen ignored it.

"Fortunately, it's just a remnant soul!" Ye Chen felt lingering fear, and was glad that the opponent could only use one attack. If he found that Ye Chen had this mysterious scale and used another attack, Ye Chen might also be killed.

By coincidence, Yechen finally won.

"Run!" The patriarch of the Wild Lion Clan lying on the ground let out a shrill roar...

But at this moment, there is no chance.

"Kill!" Yechen issued the order to kill, and the dead creatures shot with all their strength, and the death knight's hellfire instantly turned into a waterfall of flames and rushed down, burning the ground crazily.

Countless sharp thorns pierced the ground, covering the entire territory of the Wild Lion Clan.

"Run!"

"The devil, he is the devil of the underworld!"

Countless people were howling and screaming. Under this peerless power, everyone could only watch their relatives die.

"Mom! Where are you!" The Wild Lion Clan child was crying, and then he was pierced by the ground thorns and hung on the ground thorns.

"I'll fight with you." The 20-year-old boy rushed to the skeleton, and was thrown to the ground by a nearby skeleton, who inserted his fingers into his skull and crushed his head.

"Brother, follow me, let's run out together." An elder brother whose parents died early took his only younger brother and rushed towards the edge frantically, and then a stab appeared between the two of them, blocking the elder brother's sight.

"Brother!" The elder brother roared, and slashed the ground thorn frantically with the sword in his hand, so that the younger brother could come over. Then he saw that there was a higher ground thorn pointing towards the sky. The kendi pierced his brother's body, and blood dripped from the sky, staining his mane red.

The entire Wild Lion Clan turned into hell.

This scene came and went quickly.

The Celestial Realm master made a move, and in just ten breaths, the Wild Lion Clan was left with corpses all over the ground.

The servants came back and returned to Yechen's side.

Now, it was finally Yechen's turn to make a move.

Yechen slowly stretched out his right hand, and the silver light swelled in the palm of his hand, and then he grabbed the void fiercely, and the powerful force surged out, causing countless people's faces to change slightly.

Yechen's strength still shocked and frightened everyone. No one dared to provoke such a powerful enemy.

Not long after, a milky white dragon-shaped air mass flew out from the depths of the ground, exuding a strong and pure aura.

It is the dragon spirit.

After being held in Ye Chen's hand, the Dragon Qi began to shrink continuously, and then was held in Ye Chen's hand.

This is also the rule of the higher world, the winner owns everything, and the loser loses everything, including territory, wealth, slaves, and dragon veins.

Holding the dragon vein in his hand, Yechen was extremely excited.

Although this dragon vein is not as good as one-tenth of what was harvested last time, it has a good start after all.

Don't you see, there are so many tribes around, with countless large and small dragon veins.

This world can be said to be full of dragon veins, and the superiority of the higher world far exceeds that of the cosmic world where Ye Chen is.

Then, Little Skull and others jumped down from the sky, frantically collecting the corpses of the Wild Lions. These corpses are also wealth and can be used as rations for the dragon blood warriors.And they all have more or less treasures on them, these are wealth.

Countless people silently watched the victor Yechen receive his spoils.

Yechen's silver gun pointed at the valley at the foot of the mountain, where millions of people lived.

Yechen looked around, pointed his spear at the masters of the distant tribes, and said murderously: "They will become my slaves. Whoever dares to touch them will become my enemy. Did you hear that?" The voice went straight into the sky, like thunder Like rolling into the distance.

"Don't dare!" Many strong men surrendered, not daring to look at Ye Chen, let alone resist Ye Chen's intentions.

"Greetings, Master!" After hearing Ye Chen's voice, the people below knelt down and prostrated themselves at Ye Chen's feet.

Yechen withdrew his spear and sighed slightly in his heart.Right now, that's all I can do.

It's not that I don't want to save them, but that I really can't save them, and it's impossible for me to take millions of people on the road, and these people... I'm afraid they are all desperate, even if there are strange ones, there are very few of them.

"Baihui..." Yechen said softly.

"Yes!" Chang Baihui responded.

Ye Chen said: "Secretly send someone to give a set of exercises to the tribes of the human race below...you should do it yourself."

"Yes!" Chang Baihui responded, and then a shadow flew towards the valley under Yechen's feet.

"Master! I found this magic robe from a Martial Emperor of the Wild Lion Clan!" Little Skull stepped forward, handed Yechen a shirt, and then shook it off in front of Yechen.

This is a blood-red cloak magic weapon, it is actually a defensive robe that has surpassed the emperor level and has reached the realm of heaven. The whole cloak is as if it is dyed with blood, and the red ground is alluring.

"That's right!" Yechen nodded in satisfaction, and then the little skull split the cloak on his body, and then the cloak spread in the wind, fluttering behind Yechen, making a sound...

"Go!" Yechen waved his cloak, then turned and left.

In the tribe of the crowd below, on some inconspicuous buildings, there is suddenly a formula.

The cold-faced and kind-hearted Chang Baihui not only left behind a set of low-level to high-level exercises, but also a full set of martial arts...

(End of this chapter)