O43novel Chapter 1688: Subdue Yingying? 4 Suzaku
Chapter 1688: Subdue Yingying? 4 Suzaku
The strange whimpering sound attracted the attention of all the celestial beings. They were all shocked to see that he had actually nailed the cultivator from the Golden Feather Clan to death.
"I know that guy. His name is Jin Ming. He is one of the four great Saint Emperors among the Golden Feather Clan cultivators who came down to the world this time. I never thought he would die here!"
"This native is no ordinary person. He was able to kill a Saint Emperor monk, and at such a fast speed!"
"This underworld is indeed very strange!"
All the celestial beings frowned and started discussing with each other.
"So, Jin'an may not have really joined forces with these Tu people!"
Ying Yao, the leader of the Shadow Wing Clan, raised her lips slightly, then looked at the leader, Yan Chen, and said jokingly, "Brother Yan Chen, you're going to have to waste some time talking now."
"There's nothing to say. It's all just an accident, isn't it?"
"Brother Jin'an was too weak to survive at the hands of these ants from the lower realms. To avenge him, the members of the Jinyu tribe disobeyed orders and ultimately all perished as a result.
And we ended up killing all the Nether natives to avenge them!
What do you think? "
Yan Chen grinned, his face calm, and turned to look at the leaders of the other six major families.
"Brother Yanchen, what are you looking at me for? I, Yingyao, have always admired strong men like you, Brother Yanchen! Whatever you say is what it is!"
Yingyao twisted her slender waist and smiled coquettishly.
"Miss Ying is right. Brother Yanchen has the highest cultivation among us, so naturally what he says is what counts!" The leader of the Rock Core Tribe immediately chuckled.
"It's better to die. With fewer people sharing the fortune, we can get more. This will be very useful for comprehending artistic conception and laws!"
The leader of the mechanical tribe also spoke calmly, with a heavy metal accent.
The other celestial leaders also nodded. After all, they all participated in the destruction of the Golden Feather Clan's cultivators this time.
Everyone also understood Yan Chen's approach. Although they didn't say anything verbally, they all supported it.
Of course, behind this support, all ethnic groups are also wary of each other.
After all, no one wants to become the second Golden Feather Clan.
"Very good, don't worry, I, Yan Chen, am not a murderer, you can rest assured.
Next, let’s take a look at what abilities these monks from the lower realm have who can kill Jin Yan!
But let me be frank: anyone who dares to stab my cultivators in the back during this period will be punished by me, Yan Chen, without mercy! "
Yan Chen spoke, his indifferent tone filled with warnings. He then looked at the Yingying Monster and grinned, "The lower realm actually hides a true dragon like you. Although you can kill Jin Yan, your initial Saint Emperor cultivation is still not enough for us!"
"Now, this God gives you two choices. One is to submit to me and offer a wisp of your divine soul. Then you can become my mount, and I will naturally spare your life.
Once I have dealt with matters in this realm, I will take you to the upper realm. You will then become a member of my Flame Demon Clan, and even in the upper realms filled with powerful beings, you will be able to survive safely!"
"how do you feel?"
As Yan Chen spoke, he looked at the Yingying monster, and at the same time, the power of fire on his body surged, forcing the celestial beings around him to retreat. Except for the cultivators of the Yanmo clan, the cultivators of other races did not dare to approach it at all.
"Haven't you mentioned your second choice yet?"
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
The Yingying monster shook the halberd in his hand, directly shattering the body of the Golden Feather Clan monk who was nailed to it, and let the other party fall into the sea of clouds.
Before the body of the Golden Feather Clan cultivator hit the ground, several powerful demons flew out and intercepted it from mid-air, and carried it directly back to Black Wind Mountain. Even the spilled blood was collected by some of the powerful demons using vessels.
This scene naturally made the celestial beings shudder, but they didn't say anything.
In their eyes, these natives of the netherworld are destined to die.
The words of the Yingying monster actually angered Yan Chen a little, causing the smile on his face to disappear instantly. His expression gradually turned gloomy and he said coldly: "You are able to rebuild your body and enter the realm of the Holy Emperor in this lower realm. You must not be an idiot. So I believe you don't want to hear the second choice."
"My patience is limited. Although true dragons are rare even in the upper realms, dead true dragons are still of great value!"
"Are you threatening this prince?!"
The Yingying monster snorted coldly, his face also becoming gloomy. Then he lowered his head to look at the hundreds of thousands of demon army rushing towards the sky below, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"You're right, it's a threat!"
Yan Chen sneered, then looked at the hundreds of thousands of troops flying down below, and then sneered: "You don't think they can save you, do you?"
"You are waiting for them, and I am also waiting for them!!"
"Only the weak use so-called tricks and numbers to appear capable of sweeping away everything, but in reality, they are nothing more than a group of ants in the eyes of the truly powerful!"
"If I were to capture these hundreds of thousands of cultivators one by one, it would take quite a while. Wouldn't it be better to let you fall into my trap?"
After saying that, Yan Chen raised his foot and stomped in the air!
hum-
In an instant, a flaming ripple sprouted from under his feet, and all the space where the ripple passed turned into fiery red.
In just a moment, the entire battlefield space turned into a fiery red world.
In this fiery red world, it seems that there is not a single flame, yet it seems that there is flame everywhere!
"Artistic field?"
The Yingying monster frowned slightly, and at the same time, a trace of thunder appeared on his body to resist the opponent's artistic conception power.
"You keep calling yourselves gods and comparing us cultivators from the lower realms to ants. But you know your coming to the lower realms was a trap we carefully planned.
A trap set for you!"
At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly resounded throughout the world, inspiring the hundreds of thousands of demon army.
The reason was simple: it was Mo Fan who gave the order.
"Who are you?!"
Yan Chen and other celestial beings all had shocked expressions, because they couldn't even lock onto the other party with their divine thoughts!
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you will all die here!"
"Who says that celestial beings can be so high and mighty?"
"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you!"
"Coming down here would be the dumbest decision you guys could ever make!"
"My good men of the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty, kill them!"
"Use the lives of these celestial beings to prove your power and glory!!"
As soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, the four legions shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
Each cry was louder than the last, and the killing intent was so intense that it seemed tangible. A large area of blood-red light appeared above the four legions.
This was a strange phenomenon manifested by the condensed murderous intent, which made all the celestial beings feel a little uneasy.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
"How can a group of low-level cultivators really stand up to us, the gods from the upper realm?!"
"Since you want to die, this God will grant your wish!!"
Yan Chen snorted coldly. He was not intimidated by the mighty momentum of the four legions. Instead, he stretched out his hand and said coldly: "The state of fire, the field is fully open, this god will burn everything!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the red sky instantly turned into a sea of fire, trapping the Yingying monster and its group along with the four major demon tribes.
"唳——!!"
At this moment, four loud and high-pitched cries suddenly pierced the sky. The four legions formed a battle formation and at the same time evolved into a divine bird, Suzaku, wrapped in black flames!
The four Vermilion Birds soared into the sky, not disturbed at all by the realm of fire, and rushed straight towards the group of celestial beings!
This made Yan Chen's face suddenly become somewhat ugly.
The moment before he was still saying he would burn everything, the next moment he was slapped in the face, how could he tolerate this?
"All monks, listen up!"
"Destroy these natives and slaughter all living things in this world!!"
Yan Chen roared, then flashed in front of one of the Suzakus and slapped it hard with his palm. The endless power of fire condensed and turned into another huge flaming hand, covering the entire Suzaku!