Chapter 825: : Waste Son

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Ye Wuque stood up long, with flowing black hair, bright eyes, deep and hot.

Looking at the disciples of the millions of heavenly saints in front of him, Ye Wuque sounded in every direction as he watched them with firm and hot eyes.

"Everyone, I don’t know if you remember, a few days ago, I said that since the tribes of Qingming Three Sects dared to grin and stretch out their minions at us, then we would tear up these tribes’ mouths and collapse them. Their teeth were cut off their dog paws! At that time, I asked everyone if you would like to fight with me, Ye Wuque. Do you remember the answer at that time?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes..."

All the disciples of the heavenly saints immediately broke out with earth-shaking shouts, and their faces flushed with excitement!

"Then I ask again, do you have the confidence to defeat the tribe of Qingming Three Sects?"

Ye Wuque smiled proudly and asked loudly again!

"Yes! Yes! Yes..."

"Haha! Okay, then I'm still the same sentence, or those four words, I will wait for the holy way of the heavens to work together up and down to **** the **** Qing Ming Sanzong!"

"Fuck it! Fuck it..."

The roar of laughter that resounded through the world broke out, just like the day when Ye Wuque arrived strongly a few days ago, there were still shouts and cheers that resounded through the sky!

At this moment, Ye Wuque no longer suppressed the agitation in his chest, the boiling blood, with a long roar, his fighting spirit rushed into the sky!

"The disciples of the heavens listen to the orders! Release all your strength, boil all the blood in your body, go with me, and **** the **** Qing Ming three sects!"

As soon as these words fell, Ye Wuque’s figure disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the forefront of the disciples of the Sacred Path of the Millions of Heavens. But the strange thing was that there was still no fluctuation in his body. Just like a mortal.

Behind Ye Wuque, Ximenzun and Nie Haozong stood side by side.

After that, there are millions of disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens. The first few columns are the masters of the list of the hundred people of the Holy Way of the Heavens. Qiu Haiyue, Fang He, Tie Youxia and others are listed impressively. I saw Dou Tian, ​​Mo Honglian, Na Lanyan and others.

"kill!"

As Ye Wuque uttered the word, his expression became cold, and the killing intent that had been hidden for a long time in his bright eyes broke out completely, as if the Nine Heavens Dragon opened his eyes and stepped out in one step, like a **** of war!

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

Behind them, the banners fluttered, Ximenzun and Nie Haozong closely followed Ye Wuque, roaring out loud, and after that, the disciples of the sacred roads of millions of heavens slammed into the sky, pouring out like a flood, and the fluctuation of cultivation level pervades the world !

Heavenly Break Grand Canyon!

As the Tianduan Grand Canyon with mysterious legends, today it is weird as if no abnormality has occurred. In other words, there is only one abnormality in the entire Grand Canyon, and that is the formation of the golden wasteland.

In the entire Tianduan Grand Canyon, all the special areas disappeared. The east and west sides, facing each other far away, completely appeared a golden plain connecting the two sides, and all the fog world, the red lotus valley, etc., disappeared.

The appearance of the golden plain also represented the formation of a natural unshielded battlefield in the Tianduan Grand Canyon, without the slightest obstacle.

Rumble!

At this moment, on one side of the golden plain, there were constant roars, as if the earth was trembling, and the momentum was shocking!

Looking from a distance, the banners are fluttering, and nearly two million Qingming three sect disciples are coming slowly at this moment!

The disciples of the Qingming Three Schools are like demon gods, no one speaks, every disciple’s face is full of indifference and ruthlessness, only bloodthirsty and cruelty are used in his eyes, as if they are the monsters and ghosts who have been waiting for a long time to kill, longing for life and blood .

In front of the nearly two million disciples of the Three Sects of Qingming, three elder-level figures who exuded a powerful aura stood.

These three are very young, the oldest is only less than 40 years old, and the youngest is only about 30 years old.

These three are the youngest three elders of the Qingming Three Sects, and their combat power is also unmatched. They appear at the forefront of the queue as pioneers.

One of them is named Chu Yunxiang, wearing a martial arts robe embroidered with auspicious clouds in the Qingming Temple, and a strong cultivator, he has reached the stage of integrating three souls!

Chu Yunxiang was tall, with thick black hair and indifferent eyes. He looked like a murderous puppet. The evil spirit overflowing all over his body was extremely strong. At first glance, he was stained with countless blood and extremely murderous.

On the left and right are an elder from the Qingming Temple and an elder from the Heartscar Nightmare Sect. The fluctuations in the cultivation base of the two are several times stronger than that of Chu Yunxiang, and they have reached the point of fusion of six souls!

On the golden plain, as Chu Yunxiang stretched out his hand slightly, the nearly two million Qingming three sect disciples all stopped, their movements were neat and uniform, like a cold and ruthless elite army, making people look scalp numb.

"Has the trash of the Holy Path of the Heavens yet to appear? I can't wait any longer. I need their heads to build the temple!"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of Chu Yunxiang's mouth, making his whole person look even more terrifying, like a demon.

The so-called "Beijing View" is a kind of thrilling mound formed by taking the enemy's heads to show off their strength and brutality, which is extremely terrifying and infiltrating.

In Chu Yunxiang's eyes, the disciples of the Holy Path of the Heavens had long been regarded as materials of Jingguan.

"Hmph, I am very curious about the so-called ‘Holy Son’ of the Holy Way of the Heavens. I really want to see what this person is!"

Immediately after speaking, another elder of the Qingming Temple, Zhang Tai, a master of fusion of six souls!

"All the heavens are **** except for Duan Tianya and Chu Linglong. What is ridiculous is that they actually think that they can put a **** "Holy Son" out of thin air to be comparable to the Son of God? Really ridiculous ignorance!"

The third person who spoke was the elder of the Heartscar Nightmare Sect, who was also a master of fusion of six souls, named Kong Xingfeng.

"But the holy ways of the heavens will really find someone, and find the surviving Ye Wuque who was lucky enough to survive, haha, the first person in the young generation of Beitianyu? Just rubbish."

Chu Yunxiang stretched out his right hand, holding it slightly in the void, extremely pale, his expression was full of deep disdain.

"Huh? The waste of the Holy Path of the Heavens is here."

Zhang Tai's eyes flickered, his eyes lifted slightly, and he looked at the other end of the golden plain.

At the end of his line of sight, there was a shocking momentum, killing intent rushing, and the dark shadows came slowly.

In the distance, Ye Wuque's bright eyes flashed, and he saw the men and horses of the Three Sects of Qingming and the three headed by them.

But Ye Wuque's gaze only swept the three of them, and then ignored them. Instead, he swept across all directions, looking for something.

Because he suddenly discovered that Jun Shanlie is no longer here!

This made Ye Wuque's eyes gleam slightly.

At this moment, high and far above the sky of the Tianduan Grand Canyon, a huge collision wave suddenly broke out!

"Duantianya, the last time you and I were nothing but a small fight, today, you should give the lead and send you on the road!"

The sound that resembled the howling of a demon **** resounded in all directions, and it was the voice of the **** master of the earth.

"You have said this many times, the **** person is you, and I will take off your head myself!"

The Lord of the End of the World sang for nine days, still carrying magnetism, but there was a kind of majestic and sonorous!

Rumble!

Hundreds of cultivation base fluctuations that belonged to the middle stage of the soul realm exploded above the sky. It was the real masters of the three sects of Qingming and the holy ways of the heavens fighting each other to kill the enemy!

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals!

At this moment, the millions of heavenly saint disciples led by Ye Wuque and the elders and patrons below the early stage of Fate Soul Realm are undoubtedly soldiers.

Just when Ye Wuque retracted his gaze to look for Jun Shanlie, a voice with a thick scornful smile came from a distance!

"Hahahaha... Is this the saint son of the holy way of the heavens? It is actually a waste of no cultivation! It's really laughable, sorry, I just said you are rubbish, now it seems that you even **** How about it!"

When Chu Yunxiang stepped out, he jumped thousands of feet away, standing alone, looking at Ye Wuque in the distance, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and even more ridiculous, staring at Ye Wuque, very proud.

Zhang Tai and Kong Xingfeng also flickered, appearing here, looking at Ye Wuqian.

"I'm so disappointed! This kind of mundane trash, waste son, doesn't even have the qualification to die in my hands!"

"The first person in the young generation? Humph! Even if he is intact, it is nothing more than a grasshopper. What's more, now that the holy way of the heavens is no longer there, it should be destroyed!"

The three clamored one after another, and immediately caused countless disciples of the holy way of the heavens to evaporate anger, especially Nie Haozong, the cold light shone, staring at Chu Yunxiang.

But the nearly two million disciples of the Qingming Three Sects laughed endlessly, looking at the heavens as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although the disciples of the holy ways of the heavens were extremely angry, no one exceeded the rules, because the holy son had not yet spoken.

In the distance, Ye Wuque stood tall, his expression still stern after hearing the words of the three of Chu Yunxiang.

But in the next moment, Ye Wuque took a step forward and walked towards the three of Chu Yunxiang unhurriedly.

While walking, the cold voice slowly resounded!

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