Under the blood-red sky, the screams of Dao Dao rang out.

The crucified people all looked at all this numbly, without any emotion in their eyes.

Splatters of blood stained the crosses red, soldiers with hideous expressions laughed maniacally, and even some children were chained.

"General!" The two soldiers pulled Ye Chen, a little difficult to do: "General, this person has no breath, how to deal with it?"

The dark blood-colored long whip swung down and landed on Ye Chen's face, and a red and swollen scar immediately emerged.

"Those bastards, the dead are also pulled back and locked up!" the general said coldly, pointing to the cross in the distance.

"No!" The two soldiers dragged Ye Chen like dragging a dead dog, and the thick chains were entangled, extremely sharp, piercing Ye Chen's chest.

Blood dripped down the chains, and Ye Chen's eyes were slightly closed, still asleep.

Most of the crosses around it were empty, and on the far right was a young girl.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, slender in shape, and although her face was not stained with blood, she could not hide her pale face.

Extremely strange, the girl's ears are a little special, like rabbit ears.

Looking at the fierce soldiers around her, the girl's body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of horror, and her thick chains pierced her collarbone.

And on the cross on the far left side of Ye Chen, there was an old woman restraining her, the old woman was full of white hair, and the white hair had fallen on the blood-red ground, a little dark red. Yellowish wrinkles rise and fall on the face. The eyes are recessed, and there are no pupils.

On the cross in front of him, a big man with an upper body was bound by heavy chains, and dense sword marks covered the big man's body, even ruining the originally handsome face.

His body was locked to the cross, and although Ye Chen was asleep, he still held the sword weapon in his hand.

The two soldiers swept their eyes over the Qilin Sword, and when they saw that the Qilin Sword was full of cracks, they said gloomily: "Damn, it's a poor ghost again!"

Before leaving. The two soldiers kicked at Ye Chen several times in anger.

Bang bang! The dull sound echoed in Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen still didn't have any breath on his body.

On the surrounding crosses, only the girl's gaze moved to this side, looking at Ye Chen with some curiosity. His eyes, which were as black as ink, were full of curiosity.

The old woman on the left bowed slightly, like an old monk sitting in meditation.

The middle-aged man in front of him looked at the blood-red world with empty eyes, and his eyes never turned to Ye Chen.

Pushing the huge old cart, the mighty army disappeared again at the end of the horizon, and the wild laughter also dispersed.

Under the gloomy sky, the sound of blood falling to the ground was ticking, accompanied by moans of pain and crying.

There is no day, day and night, not even the sun, moon and stars. Only the eternal firmament, the scarlet can seep blood.

The painful groans around him gradually dissipated, and the newcomers all looked around in fear.

I don't know how long later, thousands of soldiers reappeared, they took thousands of prisoners with them, and when these prisoners came back again, there were only more than a hundred, all of them were covered in blood, and some of the young women were extremely messy and unclothed. Obviously they were humiliated, if the eyes of these people were frightened before, but now their eyes are fearful, and even dead.

Hundreds of thousands of prisoners were taken in turn, days later. There are only a few thousand survivors.

For some reason, the children who were locked up on the cross were not brought over.

Because there is no breath at all. Ye Chen instead became a forgotten existence, the man on the front side had also been walked by, and after he came back, countless sword marks were added to his body, which was shocking. ...,

Three days later, these survivors underwent strange changes, their skeletons and flesh and blood mutated, their bodies suddenly expanded, and some of them even grew fangs, their eyes were scattered, and they said something in their mouths: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Five days later, hundreds of thousands more new prisoners were brought in and locked in crosses.

This scene continued to be staged, more and more corpses were piled up on the high platform, and even some of the corpses' flesh and blood did not decompose, turning into pools of yellow corpse water, dripping out, and the choking smell filled all corners of this space.

"They're not people, they're devils!"

"Kill, kill! If I get out of trouble, I will slaughter all the people of Tiangang with the sword in my hand!"

"I am willing to become a demon, and I only wish to punish the people of Tiangang!"

Sounds filled with endless killing intent sounded all around, some people looked up to the sky and roared, and some people burst into tears.

But in the end, the voices of these roaring people became so hoarse that they could not even speak, and the weepers did not cry anymore, and the tears were gone.

Blood and qi surged across this barren land, gathering in the sky with a roar.

Brilliant sword light burst through the air, and one soldier stepped into the air, stepping on the blood mist, condescendingly, looking at the crosses below and the people locked in the crosses with a playful expression.

These soldiers had the mark of Xuan Ao in their hands, and the mark merged into the blood mist, and the blood mist immediately rolled up, and the blood qi turned into a torrential rain of blood, falling down.

The prisoners, who had been imprisoned for an unknown number of years, raised their heads one after another, opened their mouths wide, and greedily swallowed the rain of blood that was falling.

There is no food here, many people have not eaten for a long time, and every half month, these soldiers will use this blood mist to create a blood rain.

There was a commotion, and the blood rain fell one after another, and from a distance, a layer of hazy blood mist rose on the ground.

Even the middle-aged men, old women, and girls in front of Ye Chen raised their heads one after another to meet this blood rain, in order to survive, they could only swallow these blood rains.

Even though the blood mist was their own blood before, no one kept their mouths shut at the moment, not even the newcomers.

Looking at the prisoners below, the soldiers standing above laughed, they enjoyed the feeling of being on top of the sky, and they also liked to look at the ants below.

The blood rain fell on Ye Chen's body, a little biting, this rain was very heavy.

After laughing, the soldiers gradually felt bored, and left with their swords, strange marks surging in the blood mist, according to the experience of the past, this rain would fall for half a day.

The whole world was dead silent, except for the sound of rain falling to the ground.

Ye Chen's sword fingers moved slightly, and a touch of vitality burst out in his body, and his breath surged.

The sudden change immediately caused changes in the people around him, and the eyes of the middle-aged man and the old woman swept over Ye Chen, revealing a look of surprise.

The heart-rending feeling came from his chest, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, and he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the flying blood rain.

The blood rain fell on Ye Chen's face, and the piercing feeling shocked Ye Chen's spirit, "Where is this place?"

Ye Chen's voice was extremely hoarse and a little low, and was immediately muffled by the sound of rain.

"Lock the martial hell!" The middle-aged man's eyes raised slightly, glanced at Ye Chen with deep meaning, and said lightly.

This time, for the first time in dozens of days, the middle-aged man spoke, his voice was thick and powerful, but with inexplicable vicissitudes.

"Suowu Hell?" Ye Chen muttered to himself, looking around, undulating crosses and corpses appeared in sight, although he had fallen asleep before, his sanity was still there, and he also knew what had happened in the past dozens of days.

The chains oozing with cold light pierced Ye Chen's collarbone, Ye Chen moved slightly, and the heart-rending pain swept in, and its chains even restrained his hands and feet.

Looking at the chains around him, Ye Chen's heart sank suddenly, at this moment he found that there was no trace of true qi left in his body, and a terrifying oppression came from the chains, suppressing his soul and sealing it completely.

"This chain is weird!" Ye Chen muttered, he even sensed that the vitality in his body was being swallowed up by this chain.

"Hell is divided into Eight Cold Hells, Youzeng Hell, Eight Great Hells, and Lonely Hell, and it is not known as the Locked Martial Hell!" Ye Chen's eyes changed slightly, in his memory, the Martial God did not exist here.

Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at all kinds of figures around him, most of them had hideous faces, even fangs, and their body shapes were different from ordinary people, but Ye Chen found a common feature, the pupils of these people were all black, that is, these people were all martial gods. It's just why are these people imprisoned here? And what are the crosses and chains behind them, which can actually seal people's cultivation?

Under the blood-red sky, there is a weirdness everywhere (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )