Emperor of Death

Chapter 1558 Fierce War God Envoy ([-])
"No, it's impossible!" The envoy stared at this scene with wide eyes like copper bells.

The previous Roar of Nine Dragons made Ye Chen extremely embarrassed, but he did not expect that the Roar of Nine Dragons after the promotion this time would be cut to pieces by Yechen's sword.

Only now did the envoy realize that Ye Chen hadn't used all his strength, and he had been playing with him all the time. Maybe his series of behaviors were childish and ridiculous in the eyes of the other party.

Thinking of this, the envoy's lungs were about to explode.

Except for the envoy, everyone was still immersed in Yechen's sword just now and couldn't extricate themselves. After a long time, everyone who reacted stared at Yechen with disbelief.

At this moment, Yechen was still as calm as a wave, looking ahead indifferently, his long hair was still excited with vigor, and there was a strange charm in his calm.

"Ye Changtian, how is this possible!" The Golden Lion King exclaimed, as if they didn't believe what they saw in front of them at all, and the martial arts performed by the powerful envoys were actually broken, everyone's heart, A bad feeling crept up quietly.

"Long live Your Majesty!" Below, the morale was high, and countless people looked at the sky excitedly, with blue veins on their foreheads, and shouted like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Every human warrior seemed to feel that there was a hot blood in his body that wanted to relax, wanted to spurt out, and could only put all his strength on shouting, venting the excitement in his heart.

There are also countless warriors, beating the stone slab with their right fists to vent their excitement. Even though the blood on the fists was blurred, they still raised their heads and blushed and let out hysterical roars.

The human race was so excited, they seemed to have come to heaven from hell, and the soldiers of the human race, who had long been prepared to die in battle, finally realized at this moment that they did not need to die.

The black figure standing in the sky, his legendary career did not end because of the alliance of foreign races, nor did he die prematurely because of the arrival of the angel, his legendary road continued, he still stood in the sky blooming with the His brilliance.

He is still the god of the human race and the patron saint of the human race.

"Death Monarch!" The roar continued for a long time between heaven and earth, and the soldiers vented their excitement for a long time without venting their hearts.

The envoy lowered his head slowly, with his wings drooping, looking very decadent. After a long time, amidst the tsunami-like shouts of the human race, he suddenly laughed slowly: "Hehehe, hahahahaha!"

The voice went from low to high, and soon overwhelmed the laughter of the soldiers of the human race, and the soldiers of the human race stopped, looking in amazement at the envoy who was laughing wildly in the sky.

After laughing for a long time, the envoy slowly raised his head, staring at Ye Chen with blood-red eyes, and then the corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing sharp white fangs.

The envoy grinned grimly and said, "Yechen. This seat did not expect that you, a low-level human race, would have such fighting power. It seems that you are really going to kill you at all costs."

"Oh!" Yechen responded lightly, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face, but the envoy was angrily found that Yechen's calm expression seemed to be ridiculed at him.

It is because of ignorance that it is calm.

"You still don't believe me?" the envoy said ferociously, "Then, let me see where your limit is. This was originally a means given to me by the gods to save my life, but now I don't feel bad anymore, kill me For a genius like you, the gods will reward you even more generously."

Of course, the secrets of Yechen are also the objects that the envoy covets.

"Oh, then let me have a look." Yechen replied calmly.

"Then, try the most terrifying method I brought this time." The envoy flipped his hands, palms up, and a golden droplet the size of a ping-pong ball was suspended above the envoy's palm. The droplet exudes an aura that is countless times more terrifying than that of the envoy, as if the entire sky is trembling under this aura, and the entire plane seems to be torn apart by this terrifying force.

"Divine power?" Yechen murmured softly.He was already very familiar with this power, but it was the first time Yechen had seen so much divine power gathered together.

That horrible breath, even Yechen, seemed to smell the feeling of death.

So powerful, unbelievably powerful.

The power of the envoy poured into the divine power crazily, and the divine power was driven by the power. The golden light shone so hard that everyone could not open their eyes, and then slowly melted away, pouring into the long black knife in the hand of the envoy.

The long knife, which was originally pitch black, now glowed with a dazzling golden light.

The envoy held the knife in both hands and slowly raised the long knife. At this moment, he looked extremely solemn, and murmured in a deep voice: "Great god, your servant Kunwu will use your power to sweep away those who defy your will. Enemy, let him perish forever under God's punishment."

Then, the envoy looked at Yechen and roared: "You humble human race, blaspheme the existence of the gods, accept the final punishment of the gods, the roar of the nine dragons!"

The golden power turned into nine golden dragons roaring towards Ye Chen. In front of this force, Ye Chen instinctively felt how small he was, and his soul trembled accordingly.

Such a majestic power seems to be beyond the reach of manpower.

Looking at the galloping and roaring golden dragon, the envoy's expression calmed down, and he whispered softly: "Everything is over."

The power of the gods is unstoppable, and the treasures of the lower planes are as fragile as paper in front of the power of the gods. Ye Chen's figure has been locked by the roar of the nine dragons, and he can't think of any possibility of Ye Chen surviving.

This is divine power, and it is the divine power of a very powerful god. Unless Ye Chen also possesses the power of a god, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving.

For Yechen, such power is really unstoppable.

"Fortunately!" Ye Chen sighed softly, if it wasn't for that inexplicable chance, he would really have been buried under the power of the gods again and again.

It was also fortunate that the former aliens used their divine power to kill Ye Chen repeatedly, so that Ye Chen remained calm when encountering such a majestic force.

"Boom!" Yechen was hit by nine golden dragons, and the light exploded, flooding the void and the earth...

"It's over!" the envoy whispered softly.

"Long live the Lord of Death!"

"Long live Your Majesty!" The roar from below was still unceasing. For the current soldiers of the human race, no matter how terrifying the power was, they believed that Yechen could handle it.

The only thing they can do now is to cheer for Yechen.

"Hehe! A group of stupid humans! Wait, prepare to be slaughtered. I want this fortress to flow into rivers of blood, and all the people here will die in wailing!" The burly figure of the envoy looked down, The voice was cold and murderous...

(End of this chapter)