Minhou Zong, dozens of stone halls that reach the sky stand around.

Dozens of terrifying auras permeated these stone halls, as a first-class sect, the Minhou Sect had tens of thousands of disciples.

A few years ago, the Sect Master of the Minhou Sect broke through the limit of spiritual martial arts and stepped into the realm of martial arts.

And the Minhou Sect has also advanced to a first-class sect, with the current strength of the Minhou Sect, the Minhou Sect is also enough to live in the Lonely City.

However, the Minhou Sect has not moved the sect to the Lonely City, and at this moment, the entire Minhou Sect is showing a vibrant picture.

On the peak of the mountain surrounded by clouds, a young man stood in the clouds with a sword, and the clouds floated at his feet, and standing in the clouds, the young man's figure looked a little hazy.

Behind this young man stood two delicate maids, both of whom exuded a strong aura fluctuation.

Holding the sword, the young man's right hand was raised, and his long sword waved in the clouds, which surged like flowing water.

"How is that going now?" The clouds surged, and the young man's green shirt hunted, and his already slender figure became more conspicuous in the clouds.

"According to Childe's instructions, this matter has spread in the Lonely Hell, and after these months of building momentum, most of the martial artists know that the first person under the martial arts path is the Blood Prison Emperor!" one of the maids walked through the clouds and handed it to the young man with a cup full of fine wine. The young man picked up the wine glass, took a few sips, stroked his palms and smiled: "For several months, this momentum has been built, the higher you hold it, the more painful it will be if you fall!"

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, the young man casually threw the valuable wine glass into the clouds, "The first person under the martial arts, this title is not so easy to bear!"

"News came from the eyeline, and most of the warriors in the Lonely Hell set off one after another and rushed to the Blood Prison!" another maid stepped on the clouds and handed the handkerchief in her hand to the young man.

The young man chuckled, took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "I'm just afraid that ordinary Spirit Martial Realm martial artists can't help this person!"

"This person can single-handedly kill the Blood Demon Pavilion Master and the two elders of our sect, this person's strength is terrifying to the peak of spiritual martial arts!" A trace of coldness flashed in the young man's eyes, "However, if you kill the person of my Minhou Sect, then you will have to pay the price, and this is just the beginning! Now, although my father has broken through the limit of spiritual martial arts and stepped into the martial arts realm, he is now in retreat to consolidate his cultivation. If my father is out of the customs, then why bother so much, just kill that bloody hell!"

"However, it is also a good option to be able to get rid of this person with the help of someone else. If my father learns about this, then he will naturally have to praise him!" The young man's eyes were full of smiles, and there were not many opportunities to get praise from his old fellow.

"According to the news from the eyeliner, Han Xin, who is known as the god killer, has gone to the Blood Prison!" the maid took the handkerchief from the young man's hand.

"Han Xin, it's Han Xin who has a Lingwu killer, this is interesting, according to legend, Han Xin stepped into the peak of Lingwu a few years ago, and he is only half a step away from martial arts!" Speaking of Han Xin, a trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, "However, I don't want this Han Xin to come to the door so quickly." It's a shame that a chess game is set up so quickly!"

"This is one of them, what is more important than this is to win over the martial arts realm martial artists!" the young man whispered, putting away his long sword, "Is there any news from the eyeliner?"

"No, a few days ago, the disciples in the sect were sent out, but Dugu Hell has never heard of the sect of Guijian Sect, so looking for a disciple of Guijian Sect is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"In any case, this person is now temporarily living in the sect, as long as his conditions are completed, then this person will agree to be the honorary guest secretary of the Minhou Sect, although it is only an honorary guest secretary, but the status of the sect will inevitably increase!"

"At that time, if you move the sect to Lonely City, you can also get a good position with the status of the sect!" The young man turned around, his eyes through the clouds, and fell on the distant mountain peak, on which stood a magnificent palace.

Although they were far apart, the young man and the others could still feel a terrifying coercion in it, "Martial Dao Realm powerhouse Li Ren! This person is destined to be the glorious guest of my Minhou Sect!"

A magnificent palace stands on a steep mountain wall, and from a distance, the palace seems to be suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, a tall figure walked out of the palace, and as this figure walked out, the clouds and mist around it dispersed to both sides.

This figure was none other than Li Ren, and after he stepped into the silver vortex a few months ago, his figure had also appeared in the Lonely Hell.

"In the lonely hell, I actually felt the breath of the disciples of the Sword Sect, it seems that not only me, Gu Tian, the Sword God Sect Master and a few people have entered this hell!"

"Could it be that everyone who entered the Sword Tomb has stepped into hell, then hell is going to make waves!" Heaven and earth aura frantically surged towards Li Ren, taking a few steps, Li Ren also stood above the clouds, "Sword God Sect Master, even if it is in hell!"

"I won't let you go either!" A terrifying killing intent appeared in Li Ren's eyes, and at the same time, the killing intent spread out all around, rolling up the surrounding clouds.

In just a few months, the name of the Blood Hell Emperor had already resounded throughout the Lonely Hell, and even the martial artists of the other three major hells had heard of it.

The first person under the martial arts, for a while, the powerhouses of the Spirit Martial Realm got up one after another and went to hell. Under this drive, the name of Blood Hell gradually appeared in the eyes of the major forces of Lonely Hell.

Blood Prison, Blood Peak, on top of the stone sword that reaches to the sky, Ye Chen is dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, just like these months, Ye Chen has always stood quietly on the hilt of the sword.

Behind the Heavenly Stone Sword stood five figures, all of whom were filled with an incomparably terrifying aura, and although these five people tried their best to restrain their own aura, the void around them still stirred up faint spatial ripples.

Lin Dao held a feather fan, standing among the five people, his eyes were quite complicated to look at the figure on the Tongtian Stone Sword, and sighed slightly: "I still can't see through it!"

Lu Qing still carried the giant sword in his hand on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Five people, I don't know how many people will be in the end?"

Saying this, Lu Qing's gaze swept over the other three, all of whom were people who had gone to challenge Ye Chen for several days, and as a result, all three of them eventually became sword slaves.

"An overwhelming sword!" The feather fan waved, Lin Dao's eyes lowered slightly, looking at both sides of the stone sword, on the right side, the dead air was filled, and on the left side was flowers blooming all over the field.

When night falls, a dazzling thunderbolt crosses the sky, setting off a brilliant silver light.

And every time at this time, Ye Chen would always open his eyes and stare at the silver light that disappeared into the clouds, and at this moment, several killing sounds resounded from under the peak in the distance.

It was the voice of the Blood Prison Army, and in the night, the sound of killing wafted out.

"Is this the Blood Prison?" a cold cheer rang out in the night, overpowering the killing sound of the Blood Prison Army.

A blood-colored figure emerged in the gray sky, a tall figure, his bloody clothes were still stained with a little blood, like a general who came out of the battlefield, this person just appeared, and endless killing intent appeared in the sky.

The long sword glowing with cold light, there was still a little blood on the long sword, and this figure came out with a sword, and every few steps it took resounded, a roar resounded in its void.

"A sect disciple is so bad, it seems that the rumors from the outside world are a bit too big!" A deep voice echoed, and the scarlet gaze stood out in the night.

Lin Dao and Lu Qing raised their heads suddenly, looking at the blood shadow in the void, and a trace of surprise came out: "It's actually him!"

The other three Spirit Martial Realm martial artists also gasped a few times, their expressions were quite jealous, "Killing God Han Xin, I didn't expect him to come too!"

An earth-shattering killing intent hovered in the sky, and at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the void within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and immediately, a sword light emerged, the sword light dispersed, and these figures were all standing a hundred zhang away, not stepping forward.

These people are all martial artists who came from the lonely hell, and although their strength is not as good as that of the Spirit Martial Realm, they do not let go of any challenge.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes converged on the Blood Demon Peak, and when these people caught a glimpse of that blood shadow, they all gasped a few times, "Kill God Han Xin!"

For a while, the sound of the surrounding wind fell silent in vain, and countless eyes fell on the blood shadow.

Under the bloody peak, hundreds of corpses that were still bubbling blood fell between the mountains and rocks, Liu Dong was holding a broken sword, with a lot of injuries on his body, and his face was pale looking at the blood shadow in the void, "***, it's really a god!"

The broken sword slipped away, Liu Dong looked at the hundreds of corpses around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "***, more than two hundred blood prison soldiers, my old Liu finally cultivated them!"

"***, the evil star meets the killing star!" suppressed the blood in his chest, and Liu Dong couldn't help but have a little worry in his eyes.

Killing God Han Xin! The tall figure, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a little scarlet in his pupils, looking up, he looks like a rather elegant middle-aged man, but the murderous aura on his body is too shocking.

Stopping, Han Xin's gaze swept around, and finally landed on the stone sword that reached the sky, "Life and death!"

"You are the Blood Prison Emperor?" The blood-stained sword pointed at Ye Chen coldly, and Han Xin said coldly: "The first person under the martial arts, you can afford it!"

"Five Lingwu third-layer martial artists!" Han Xin's eyes swept coldly across Lin Dao's body, shook his head slightly, and sneered: "To be able to defeat these five wastes, the strength is not bad, but these are far from enough, but the name of the first person under the martial arts, you still can't afford it!" The earth-shattering killing intent permeated Han Xin's body, his name of killing gods was not groundless, the number of people who died in his hands was no less than hundreds of thousands, and the most important thing was that the sword in his hand had been stained with the blood of nearly fifty Lingwu realm martial artists.

Han Xin's reputation is prominent in the Lonely Hell, but with Han Xin's current reputation, no one still calls him the first person under the martial arts.

And now, there is actually a first person under the martial arts in this lonely hell, not to mention that this person is still unknown.

Therefore, when Han Xin came, he wanted to see who this Blood Prison Emperor was, who dared to call himself the first person under the martial arts.

Opening his eyes, Ye Chen's gaze fell on Han Xin's sword, and he said lightly, "You killed someone?"

"And, it's still my subordinate, right?"