Chapter 1727 (1/2)

All the way to the sky, ye Chen once again came to the sea of evil.

Even though he has become a saint, he is still under great pressure from the evil sea.

Even the Ming emperor can't do evil fate, even the ten palace Yama dare not easily step foot, can imagine, how frightening.

This is a place of great ferocity. Few people come here to earn merits and virtues. Only such evil spirits as him dare to wave on the edge.

”In 9999 merits and virtues, one hundred quasi Saint level dragons are enough; twenty Saint level dragons are enough.”

Ye Chen estimated that it was not as difficult as he imagined. With his fighting power, Ming would easily earn the required merits and virtues.

He took out his storage bag and set foot on the beach.

Then, at the junction of the evil sea and the beach, he sprinkled Zhaolong powder with a whole sack while flying.

His heart would tremble if he was seen by others.

You know, the evil sea dragon is very fierce. If you don't take care of it, you will be swallowed up. People are attracted by each other.

But he is good, the whole sack pouring, this led to the dragon, is not one, will be many.

If the luck is bad, it is very likely to call out the quasi King Dragon, even the king level dragon, and the consequences are not very good.

However, he is such a urine, advanced sage, and can open a bully body, such combat power, enough to pick a group.

People are self willed and have enough confidence. There is no way. This is the wave.

Soon, the evil sea is not calm, rolling cloudy fog turbulent.

The roar of a tyrannical dragon was heard. There were as many as nine dragons, all of them were quasi holy dragons.

They are not small. They are so big as mountains. In their eyes, ye Chen is a little grasshopper.

”No matter whether you are a dragon or a worm, lie down for me.”

Ye Chen hissed. He stepped across the empty sky and met the past. With a sword, he cut out an immortal River and split the heaven and earth.

The dragon in front of the charge is the most unfortunate. Just after a breath of thunder and lightning, the dragon head was chopped and killed with one sword.

The other eight dragons were no better. They could not bear Ye Chen's attack and were destroyed by Ye Chen's sword.

”Nine hundred merits have been achieved.” Ye Chen glanced at the merit book. There were nine lines of characters on the board.

If you earn half of your strength, you don't need to be strong enough.

Without any delay, ye Chen took out a sack of Zhaolong powder, flying all the way, scattering all the way, howling all the way.

Zhaolong scattered, evil sea edge, fog and rampant.

Nine big guys roared out, and one of them was a saint dragon, much bigger than a quasi Saint dragon.

It also belongs to its loud howl, the empty sky crushed by the giant dragon's body collapses, its mouth spits out flames and its eyes shoot thunder, which is very fierce.

Ye Chen was not used to this number. He shrunk to an inch and killed the saint dragon. He held the sword in both hands and inserted it straight.

The head of the saint dragon was pierced, and the blood was black.

With the shrill wail, it knelt down on the spot, and turned into evil fate fog. Its soul returned to heaven and earth, and it was forced to pretend to be in a hurry.

The saint level dragons all knelt down. The other quasi Saint dragons couldn't turn the big waves and were killed.

Ye Chen doesn't look at the merit book any more, carrying Zhaolong to scatter.

The dragon was very face saving. The dragon was scattered and ran out one after another. The dragon's eyes were huge, cruel and bloodthirsty. It opened its mouth and spat out thunder and lightning. It was extremely fierce.

They are fierce, and ye Chen is more fierce, so they have no defense.

The fighting power is absolutely suppressed. This is a unilateral massacre. The king level dragon can not be seen. Other dragons are shrimps.

Looking from afar, the pictures are lawless. Ye Chen, who is as small as a mole ant, is stunned and can't lift his head.

In the distance, there are people falling down. They are two ghost kings and an old Ming general. They are a team and come here to earn merit.

To see ye Chen, the three people all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

People are all in groups to fight a dragon. It's better for us to pick a group of people and kill the dragon, just like cutting watermelon.

”That... Is that ye Chen?” The two ghost kings opened their mouths.

”It's not him. Who else will there be?” The old Ming will sigh.

”The whole underworld, Saint level younger generation, dare to fight the dragon like this, only he, the evil spirit against heaven is hanging.”

Three people you a word I a word, the mouth said, heart cluttered.

See ye Chen that Si, unconsciously let a person recall half a month ago.

Under the seat of Yama in the nine halls, seventy-two ghost generals were killed by Ye Chen, and nearly fifty of them died miserably.

As for those who managed to escape, they were still chirping on their beds, and heard that they had been deposed by Yama of each temple.

In that war, there was really no law and order. The Holy Sacrament was famous and his name became a nightmare for a generation.

Such as such a cruel man, the evil sea demon dragon can not be his opponent. It is a piece of cake for him to earn merit here.

”80% of the dead will be killed too much, merit and virtue will be deducted.””However, if he is so strong, earning merit is like drinking water, and it is a matter of time before he is appointed.” A ghost King sighs.

”People are more crushing than others!” Lao Ming would rub his eyebrows.