A long platform, suspended into the void.

Clouds rolled over it, and stairs spread down the steps.

In just a few days, this behemoth appeared in the sky above Samsara City.

The intention of slaughter permeated the long platform, which was made of ink-like stones, and countless stone swords were inserted around it.

A mighty and domineering name is carved on the stone tablet, lifelike.

At the end of the street, passers-by stopped one after another, looking at the God of War Platform in shock, and with just one glance, everyone noticed a suffocating breath coming to their faces, "God of War Platform, is there any event that the Dynasty is going to hold recently?" a big man with a giant sword whispered.

"There's going to be an event, and it's going to be the first event in hell!" said a gray-haired old man in the crowd.

"The old man knows the role of this God of War Platform, is it similar to the Hell Dragon and Phoenix List during the Four Great Cities period?" The old man's words immediately attracted the attention of the big man, and the big man's tone rarely became gentle.

"Hell Dragon and Phoenix List!" The white-haired old man shook his head and said with disdain: "How can the Hell Dragon and Phoenix List be compared to this God of War Table!"

"The God of War Platform was established by the Blood Prison Dynasty in order to hold a military parade, and the people who can ascend to the God of War Platform are all blood prison elites, even if you cultivate to the heavens of martial arts, but you have no outstanding military exploits, and you are not qualified to climb this God of War Platform!" Dahan's expression was straight, and he said, "The old man knows so much news, could it be that the old man is the senior in the dynasty?"

The white-haired old man shook his head with a little regret: "Although the old man has the heart to defect to the Dynasty, his cultivation is limited, and he is not qualified to join the Blood Prison Army!"

"However, although the old man has not joined the Blood Prison Army, the old and unfilial son is fortunate to join the Blood Prison Army!" said the white-haired old man, who immediately carried a lot of pride in his tone.

There are hundreds of millions of people in hell, and countless people want to join the Blood Prison Army, but the recruitment qualifications of the Blood Prison Army are extremely strict, and there are only more than two million Blood Prison Army so far.

"God of War!" the big man muttered, with a look of determination in his eyes, "Lao Tzu will also ascend to the God of War stage one day!"

The Blood Hell Dynasty established the God of War Platform, and the military parade was like the news of wings, which spread throughout the hell.

Seven days later, around the God of War Terrace, millions of lions stood neatly, and the sword weapons oozing cold light were one after another, making people's hearts palpitate.

The scene was dead and terrifying, and a general trend hovered over the city of reincarnation.

The sword towers lined up thousands of miles away were full of onlookers, some of them were people of the reincarnation city, but more of them were warriors who had come from hell.

"These are the Imperial Dynasty's Blood Prison Army?" a Martial Dao Realm whispered, his expression a little solemn.

Although the cultivation of these Blood Prison Troops was not terrifying, the gathering of millions of Blood Prison Troops was enough to defeat the oppression of the Martial Dao Realm.

Although the whispering continued, the surroundings were still very quiet.

Dead silence can always bring inexplicable oppression, until the moment when the sun rises, the melodious sound of war drums reverberates.

Knock! Knock!

The loud war drums stopped the whispering around them, and in the surging crowd, Lonely Min supported the white-haired Lonely Defeat.

The former overlord is like a lonely defeat in the twilight of the sunset, and there is no trace of the fierceness that a warrior should have, but more of a gentle color.

Looking at the Million Blood Prison Army, Lone Defeat gasped and muttered, "It's only been a few months, and Hell has taken on a new look, not bad!"

Pursing his lips and smiling, Lonely Minyu's hand gently patted Lonely Defeat's back, and said with a smile: "Father, don't care about this hell, just let the eldest brother and them worry about it!"

"Hell is the only one who is in the Hell!" a million lions roared as they looked up to the sky, and their deafening eyes of loneliness and defeat couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the sky, and a burst of gold and iron clash came from the churning clouds.

Bang! Bang! The heavens and the earth trembled in vain, and the moment the clouds and mist shattered, the figure of the Ten Thousand Dao Gundam appeared, woo!

The dragon horse neighed, and a blood prison soldier in black armor sat on a tall dragon horse, carrying a giant sword, and rode over.

The monstrous killing intent permeated these Blood Prison Army, and even the void could not withstand the trampling of the dragon horse and shattered, and the 10,000 cavalry stepped on the space turbulently, and the momentum was huge, immediately attracting the attention of millions of Blood Prison Army and onlookers.

"Hell is the only one in my bloody prison!" the millions of blood prison soldiers roared, their hot eyes staring at these blood prison soldiers riding on dragon horses, among the millions of blood prison troops, only these blood prison soldiers have this honor, which represents glory and status!

The momentum was huge, and the appearance of these 10,000 cavalry immediately shocked the audience, just that mount dragon horse had the strength of the Soul Martial Realm, not to mention this Soul Martial Realm Blood Prison Army.

"Even in the heyday of Lonely City, it can only barely scrape together thousands of dragon horses, the emperor is so generous!" "Ruling hell, the resources in the hands of the Blood Hell Dynasty are not at all conceivable in loneliness.

Ten thousand cavalry rode forward, stepping on the broken turbulence, stepping on the platform of the god of war, the pitch-black armor permeated with a piercing ghostly light.

A sharp sword roar sounded, and 10,000 cavalrymen drew their swords, and the huge sword shadows brought up sword winds one after another, dispelling the spatial turbulence.

Looking at the menacing cavalry, gasps sprung up below.

"When did the Imperial Dynasty establish such a strong team?" exclamations of admiration resounded around the God of War Terrace, and the eyes of many warriors showed a look of yearning.

A few days ago, the old man who claimed to be his son in the Blood Prison Army stood up again and said loudly: "Sword cavalry, Blood Emperor Liu Dong once used tens of thousands of sword cavalry to bloodied more than 20 second-rate sects, and it was rumored that these sword cavalry could use the power of dragons and horses to integrate into their own sword momentum. At the same time, these sword cavalry only need a few breaths to form a spirit sword formation, the best record, more than a hundred sword cavalry have killed more than a dozen spirit martial realm!"

"Old man, these should be the secrets of the imperial dynasty, how do you know?" The white-haired old man's words immediately caused everyone to be amazed, and everyone's eyes looked at the swordsmen even hotter.

"See that stunned kid, that kid is an old and unfilial son!" The white-haired old man said quite smugly, and when he said this, everyone complimented him again.

The neighing of the dragon horse abruptly stopped, and the sword cavalry formed a phalanx, motionless.

The intent of killing permeated the God of War platform, and at this moment, a series of brilliant sword rays emerged in the spatial turbulence, tearing apart the spatial turbulence.

Dressed in white like snow, a famous swordsman appeared in the air, his expression was unwavering.

Compared with the previous swordsmen and cavalry, these swordsmen have less monstrous killing intent, and more of a fierce aura, which swordsmen should have.

Only more than a thousand swordsmen were enough to resist the momentum of 10,000 cavalrymen, and when they passed by with their swords, Ryoma even let out a mournful sound.

"Old man, who are these people?" a man whispered as he stared at the swordsmen.

"The Sword Emperor Battalion, once followed the Sword Emperor Xiao Ziyun and killed countless spiritual martial arts!" The old man's tone became extremely respectful, and it was rumored that the Sword Emperor Xiao Ziyun relied on three hundred white robes to chase and kill three martial arts realms for thousands of miles, and cut them down under the horse.

The appearance of the Sword Cavalry and the Sword Emperor Battalion meant that the parade officially began, and immediately, a batch of Blood Prison Soldiers appeared, and their terrifying strength and piercing killing intent completely shocked the crowd of onlookers, and the martial arts powerhouses who were originally quite disdainful of the Blood Prison Dynasty also faced up to the Blood Prison Dynasty. Until the appearance of more than 3,000 Blood Prison Soldiers in the end, the whole audience fell into a dead silence.

The pupils of his eyes shrank, and there was a shock in his lonely eyes that could not be concealed: "There are more than 3,000 Lingwu Realm, although most of them have only stepped into Lingwu!"

Blood-colored robes, as if dyed with blood. More than 3,000 Blood Prison Soldiers looked down at the million lions below, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they stepped onto the God of War Platform.

The Blood Prison Army that had previously stepped on the God of War Platform stepped back one after another, giving up the first place to this phalanx.

"The Moon God Battalion, it really exists, it is rumored that the Blood Prison Army of the Moon God Battalion, each of them has the cultivation of the Spirit Martial Realm, and they are determined!" The white-haired old man's tone trembled a little, the appearance of this team not only shocked the old man, but also shocked everyone present.

In the formation, more than 3,000 blood prison soldiers did not make a sound, and their eyes were all looking at the center of the God of War Terrace, and the throne was sick.

The audience was silent, there was no longer any whispering, they were waiting, waiting for someone to arrive, the Blood Prison Emperor!