Bloody sand sliced across the fingertips, drifting in the wind.

A cold wind swept in, blowing up blood and sand all over the ground.

A glowing corpse loomed in the desert, revealing endless killing intent.

Kill, kill, kill, kill intent conjured above these bones, and finally merged into the blood moon above.

"Tens of millions of warriors have been buried here, the last battle!" the proud son knelt on one knee, with a look of remembrance in his eyes.

"The last battle!" Ye Chen's eyes closed slightly, and a tragic picture of him appeared in the depths of his mind.

Once in the illusion, Ye Chen had seen that battle, the four generations led thousands of guardians to reject foreign enemies here, this sword tomb is not only the place where thousands of guardians fell, but also the place where the four generations fell.

"I also participated in this last battle, so I can say that I am one of the few survivors of this battle!"

"Prince, he is also a survivor of this battle. The proud son said in surprise, got up, and looked at the blood moon in the sky.

"It turns out that you have all participated in this battle!" Ye Chen's expression was a little moved, he had understood the tragedy of that battle.

"This sword tomb buries tens of millions of guardians, endless killing intent, and the resentment of all living beings converges into a blood moon in the sky!"

"The fourth generation is through this round of blood moon to suppress the seal!" said Jiaozi Jian frowned slightly, he could sense that the light of the blood moon was a little dim.

The blood is rolling, and the sword tomb at this moment looks particularly gloomy, and the dead silence is terrifying.

"If the Blood Moon collapses, that seal rift will appear on the extraterritorial battlefield without reservation. The proud son said solemnly, his eyes were full of endless killing intent, this blood moon must not collapse.

Otherwise, the death of tens of millions of guardians would have died in vain, his hands clenched, and endless killing intent erupted on the proud son.

"Blood Moon!" Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyes and saw that above the void sky, a round of blood moon was hanging, and the demonic moonlight rendered the entire world even more blood-red.

"The teacher and the second generation and others all stepped on the sword tomb. Why can't you detect their breath?" Ye Chen's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, this sword tomb was full of weirdness.

"Although the blood moon is close to this foot, it is far away!"

"It's in the depths of the Sword Tomb that you can really get in touch with the Blood Moon, they should be there!"

The proud son said coldly, when he stepped here. The killing intent in his whole body was no longer hidden. It's bone-chilling.

Strange noises rang out all around, and I saw a white corpse crawling out of the bloody sand in the endless desert.

The ghost fire shook inside the corpse, and it was extremely strange.

When I looked up, there were white bones. The heaven and earth with a radius of hundreds of thousands of zhang were completely replaced by these bones.

The killing intent permeated these corpses, Xiao Fatzi's sword eyebrows raised slightly, this scene he had also experienced in the sixth layer of the Hell Sword Tomb, but compared to those bones, the killing intent contained in these corpses made people's hearts palpitate.

"You are the ancestors of antiquity. Juniors respect you!" Ye Chen's sword finger was raised, and three clusters of flames roared out, turning into a sea of fire, replacing heaven and earth, and swept out.

Kill, kill, kill! Earth-shattering killing sounds echoed in the corpses, and endless corpses turned into ashes in the sea of fire, and then condensed into skeletons, falling into the blood sand.

This strange scene made Xiao Fatzi feel shocked and automatically reorganized. This corpse can't be destroyed?

"Reincarnation, karma, karma, this is the corpse that cannot destroy them!"

"A lifetime of battle intent and killing intent are all integrated into the corpses, and these corpses become an indispensable part of the Sword Tomb. ”

"Unless the Sword Tomb collapses. Otherwise they will always be there. "The proud son stepped on the sea of fire and dissuaded.

Hearing this, Ye Chen withdrew from the sea of fire and raised his eyes to look at the dense corpses in the distance. Sighing helplessly, he originally wanted these ancient ancestors to rest in peace. It's just that the mystery of these corpses is beyond his expectations.

"Let's go!" ripples filled the blood mist, Ye Chen stood with his hands in his hands, and his brilliant thunder emerged, forming a thunder dragon phantom.

"Break!" The Qilin Sword in Ye Chen's hand was drawn, and the Thunder Dragon Phantom immediately roared out, tearing apart all the blood mist.

Ye Chen and the three of them followed closely behind the Thunder Dragon Phantom and went straight to the Blood Moon.

The speed of the three of them was extremely fast, and they were hundreds of feet away in an instant.

There was a sharp sound of breaking wind in the dead sword tomb, and for a long time, Ye Chen found that the blood moon was still hanging in the sky, and the distance between the three of them and the blood moon had not changed.

Despite this, Ye Chen found that the oppression from the void was getting stronger and stronger.

"Several oppressions are so terrifying, one of the most terrifying oppression should be the second generation, followed by the teacher!"

"In addition, there are several oppressions that should not be underestimated, among these people there should be the woman from before, Wen Ran!"

Although he was in a hurry, Ye Chen's mind was uncertain, with his current strength, the strongest sword could be compared to a martial arts powerhouse, but if he met a martial arts world powerhouse who had condensed his origin body, the gap would be revealed.

"The seal is in jeopardy, do you still have the heart to watch the play on the side of the three generations?" Thinking of the guy from the third generation, Ye Chen felt resentful.

"This mess is almost cleaned up, you should show up!" Ye Chen squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the blood moon hanging in the sky, and the corners of his mouth flashed with helplessness.

After months of evolution, the prohibition between Hell and the Martial God gradually merged into the heavens and the earth, and the Abyss of Life and Death and Hell truly appeared in the sight of the Martial God's creatures.

Compared with the gloom of the Sword Tomb, on the Baizhang Ice Field, blood and qi are permeated, and a huge ice sword breaks through the ice layer hundreds of zhang thick, standing on the ice field, the sword points to the sky, and the endless pressure is permeated on this ice sword.

The ice sword is a white world on the right, and the endless snow is above the nine heavens, falling down, dyeing the sky and the earth white.

On the left side of the ice sword, there was a blood-red patch, and patches of blood appeared, corpses, broken sword weapons, and war horses all fell in the pool of blood.

Standing with his hands in his hands, a middle-aged man in a black robe stood above the ice sword, looking at the sea of corpses below with an indifferent expression.

These corpses were all Blood Prison Army, and the battle axe in the hands of the middle-aged man was dripping with blood, and the piercing killing intent was permeating the battle axe, and the blood was bursting.

"The ace army of the lowly land is nothing more than this, hundreds of thousands of people can't resist my axe!" Raising the blood-dripping battle axe, a chill flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and a touch of mockery jumped on his face.

"Slaughtering untouchables is like slaughtering dogs, boring!"

"Lao Tzu has been waiting here for a long time, and those people should also appear!" The middle-aged man looked at the blood-red hell in the distance, and a bloodthirsty desire flashed in his eyes.

Heaven and earth trembled in vain at this moment, and endless coercion appeared in the blood-red heaven and earth.

The blood mist receded to both sides, ripples undulating, and several figures appeared in vain in the sight of the middle-aged man.

"Finally appeared, the Lord's guess is really good, there is still a hidden killing machine in hell!" the middle-aged man's eyes shrank and muttered.

Dressed in silver like frost, a young man stood with his hands in his hands, stepping on the ripples, looking down at the undulating sea of corpses below, his eyes were calm, and there was no change.

And several warriors in golden martial robes followed closely behind the three generations, and when the six figures stepped on the blood mist, an unimaginable coercion swept out, locking the middle-aged man.

Bang! The dull sound echoed in the middle-aged man's body, and the middle-aged man's face was straight, he raised his battle axe, and shouted: "Everyone, Lao Tzu has been waiting here for a long time. ”

"Finally back!" Looking at the vast white ice field, the young man sighed slightly and took a deep breath.

"Ignore Lao Tzu!" The middle-aged man sneered, his feet slammed on, his body was like a long rainbow, and he went straight to the young man, his right hand poked out, and the battle axe in his hand continued to enlarge in an instant, and finally it was like a mountain, with the momentum of thunder, slashing down.

"Inferior people!" The middle-aged man looked at the three major people who were close to him, and his eyes were full of mockery.

The sharp sound of breaking wind interrupted the young man's reminiscence, and the young man raised his head, looked at the huge tomahawk phantom, and said lightly: "Is there a rule of strength?"

Before the words fell, the young man's right hand behind his back slowly raised and grabbed towards the void heaven and earth, "The wind is coming!"

A word turned into the rules of heaven and earth, and the endless rules of the wind roared, forming a black hurricane, sweeping out.

The phantom of the tomahawk that had not yet fallen shattered, and several hurricanes rolled up to the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's body was shocked, and he suddenly retreated a few steps backwards.

"Who are you, even the former Hell City Lord can't take Lao Tzu's axe!" The look of horror filled the eyes of the middle-aged man, covering his chest, and the middle-aged man exclaimed.

With no waves in his calm eyes, the young man pointed to himself and said, "I? I have forgotten my name, but the people who live on this continent have called me for three generations!"

Three generations!