The snow-white bones were piled up to form the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, and even if the scorching sunlight fell on the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, it could not hide the biting cold.

Condescendingly, the remote marquis looked at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones intently, and whispered: "Something happened to Suowu Hell!"

"Is something really wrong?" Anyang Hou looked at the distant Hou and said in surprise.

"Every month, prisoners are escorted into hell today, but no one is coming from hell!" said Bian Yuanhou, who had not yet said half a word, and he felt an extremely oppressive momentum in the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.

This general trend does not belong to the Great Qian, the remote Hou Jian frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Pass on the order of the Marquis, 100,000 scouts will go to the Lock Martial Hell, and the rest of the army will lay down the Lock Martial Sword Formation in front of the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones!"

"No!" the general got up and went straight to the barracks below.

"What will happen to Suowu Hell?" asked An Yanghou.

"The biggest possibility is that there was a riot in Suowu Hell, but I don't know the extent of this riot?" Bian Yaohou said casually: "It seems that the extent of this riot is quite strong, but it doesn't matter, once my million-strong army steps into hell, I can easily suppress that group of prisoners!"

Hearing this, Anyang Hou didn't take this matter to heart, but said with regret: "It seems that Ben Hou can't enjoy those virgin delicacies tonight, it's a pity!"

"A riot of mere prisoners. It can be suppressed in half a day!" Bian Yuanhou chuckled: "It's rare for Anyang Hou to come to the Dragon Plain. How can Ben Hou be lazy!"

In the end, Anyang Hou and Bian Yuanhou both chuckled.

"Something happened to Master Hou!" The general who had just left had just left ascended the Sword Pavilion again, his face extremely gloomy.

"What's wrong?" said the Frontier Marquis a little impatiently, and the trivial matter of Suowu Hell still alarmed him.

"The 100,000 scouts were almost wiped out after stepping on the Suowu Hell, but only two soldiers barely escaped back!"

"According to these two people's confessions, all the soldiers stationed in the Suowu Hell have been killed, and 40,000 prisoners have shaken off the shackles of the Suowu frame and are heading towards the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones!"

The admiral's voice was slightly trilling, and he still couldn't believe the news that the prisoners in hell had actually escaped the shackles of the locks, and even more so annihilated the millions of troops guarding the hell.

For this sudden news. The remote marquis finally couldn't maintain his initial composure anymore, and his eyes showed a look of shock, "Is this news reliable?"

"It's true, I'm afraid that in a few moments those prisoners will step out of the locked hell. Master Hou, how should we deal with it?" the young admiral said hurriedly, such a thing had never happened.

"Suppression, a million army will go to hell to suppress this group of prisoners!" said the remote marquis coldly.

"Ben Hou personally led the army, and informed the city lords of the other cities about this, so that they could lead the army here!"

was able to annihilate a million troops in just a few days, and the remote marquis also realized the seriousness of this matter, and the millions of troops were executed, and he didn't know what the situation of the three guys in Yongguan Hou was.

"Distant Hou, Ben Hou will take a look with you!" looked at the gate of ten thousand bones that was more than 100 zhang high. An Yanghou chuckled, he wanted to see what kind of prisoner could annihilate the empire's million-strong army.

"Thanks to the help of the Marquis of Anyang, this affection, Benhou remembers it in his heart!" Seeing the Marquis of Anyang speak, the remote Marquis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Suowu Hell is originally a forbidden place in the Empire, and there is no room for failure!" An Yanghou chuckled.

Bursts of melodious trumpets sounded over the plains, hunting battle flags swept out, armed with bloody spears, and more than a million troops gathered in front of the gate of ten thousand bones like a tide. Methodical.

The two of them stepped out of the air, and when they saw the neat and consistent formation below, Anyang Hou sighed softly: "It is rumored that the Bian Yao Hou has a good way of governing the army, and it was really good when I saw it today!"

"The Marquis of Anyang has won the award!" said the Marquis of Bian Yuan, chuckling, looking at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. The scorching sun fell on it, but a chill spread over the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. Accompanied by a choking smell of blood.

An Yanghou stared at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, and the oppressive aura became stronger and stronger, "These prisoners are not simple, they should not be underestimated!"

"The army of the million empire, plus you and I have joined forces, to suppress more than 40,000 prisoners, it is not easy to capture!"

The fishy wind was slow, bringing the intention of slaughter, and rolling the battle flag.

The breath of more than a million troops converged in the sky above, forming a majestic momentum to suppress the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.

And in the depths of the Suowu Hell, the magnificent palace, in front of the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, the figures of Ye Chen and the others slowly appeared.

Tick-tock!Tick! Blood was dripping from the corpses all over the ground, and Ye Chen's gaze did not stop on these corpses, but fell directly on the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, and a wave of forbidden fluctuations flashed over it.

"Step through this void gate to leave the Locked Martial Hell, in the outside world, there are at least more than a million soldiers guarding it!"

"Kill God when you meet God, kill Buddha when you meet Buddha, since fate has given us a pair of black eyes, then we will use these eyes to see through the end of darkness and tear Tiangang apart!"

Holding a blood-colored longbow in his hand, a cold and piercing killing intent permeated Nameless's body, and the sword marks all over his body looked extremely hideous, flashing red light from time to time.

"Fate has given us a pair of black eyes, noble Martial God bloodline!" Phantom Bingyun said with a smile, "Being born in Tiangang or the Martial God is determined by fate, when we hold the sword in our hands, it is our own choice to fight for the Martial God, although we will not regret it!"

Although Ye Chen used dozens of martial arts souls to lay down a rain of vitality, Nameless and the others recovered at most half of their strength, 40,000 guardians against more than 100,000 large armies, in this situation of such a huge disparity, more than 40,000 prisoners were full of terrifying battle intent, this is a war for survival, they are born to fight, and they are wielding swords for survival.

The majestic battle intent was pervasive, and the corpses that had existed for an unknown period of time were shattered one after another, turning into powder and fluttering up.

Sensing everyone's absolute and fighting intent, Ye Chen turned around, his plain gaze swept over everyone present, and said softly: "

Today, we will return from hell, Tiangang is our battlefield, now, although our number is small, but soon, the sword in our hands will shock the entire Tiangang, one day, the battle flag of the Martial God will fly under the sunshine of the Tiangang Continent! Today, these millions of great soldiers are just the first step to become the soul of our sword!"

Looking at more than 40,000 pairs of eyes, Ye Chen said categorically: "In the past, life was the hell they gave us, and today, we will give Daqian a hell!"

"Hehe, we are martial arts warriors who have come back from hell!" Holding the hand of the future, Ye Chen walked forward with his sword, met the coercion from the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, stepped down, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.

"Fight for survival, fight for the rise of the Martial God, that's why I have persevered for more than a hundred years!" Grabbing the blood-colored longbow, Nameless followed closely behind Ye Chen.

The aura of different strengths and weaknesses permeated the depths of the palace, and more than 40,000 prisoners, mighty, stepped into the gate of ten thousand bones one after another.

The sound of breaking wind sounded in the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones with light and dark changes, and the sound of breaking wind was extremely piercing in the sky above the dead plain, and for a while, more than a million eyes fell on the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.

Even the eyes of the Bian Yuan Hou and the Anyang Hou also fell, this prisoner finally appeared, today, the army of more than 100,000 people is suppressed here, and these prisoners are unable to fly.

Blood-colored figures flashed out in the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, and the swords oozing cold shredded the scorching sunlight, appearing in the sight of the great cadres, counting the past, there were 40,000 figures.

Dressed in bloody clothes, with indifferent expressions and piercing killing intent, looking at these flashing figures, most of the soldiers gasped, and their hearts palpitated at the breath circulating on Nameless and the others, even if they were the Marquis of Remoteness and Anyang, it was these prisoners who annihilated the army of millions? After more than 100 years, they stood in the sun again, looking at the blue sky above Nameless, and finally swept over the army of millions, without any change.

The eyes of the 40,000 prisoners spread out to both sides, and their figures also retreated on both sides, forming a path in the middle, only to see that at the end of the path, a slightly thin figure led a little girl and slowly walked out (to be continued)