The blood-red sky meets the scarlet ground, and the magnificent city of Samsara separates the two.

It has been seven days since the three hells besieged the Blood Prison, and after seven days of rest, the reincarnation city has once again returned to its former prosperity.

The Blood Hell Emperor returned, and the news spread that he had killed Yanyu and Yunfeng with a sword.

The hell that had been quiet for a long time immediately caused a great uproar, and some people even realized that hell was about to truly change the sky.

Dressed in white, Ye Chen stood on top of the stone sword, and the clouds and mist surged below.

For ten years, the Blood Hell has plundered countless blood crystals. With the support of these countless blood crystals, the injuries on Ye Chen's body basically healed and recovered to the peak.

A murderous aura permeated the void, and compared to yesterday's prosperity, today's reincarnation city was dead and silent again.

More than 400,000 Blood Prison Soldiers stood neatly and uniformly at the foot of the Blood Demon Peak, looking from afar like a blood-colored tide.

The earth-shattering killing intent permeated the body of the Blood Prison Army, and their faces tensed.

Mu Chen, Fat Man, Liu Dong, Gongzi Su, Immortal Xu, Immortal Fang, Life and Death Jiaolong and the other martial arts realms were behind the stone sword, raised their heads, and stared at the fluttering white clothes in the sky.

Ye Chen's eyes were slightly closed, and his aura was completely integrated into heaven and earth.

It wasn't until the moment of dawn that Ye Chen opened his eyes and said, "Liu Dong!"

"The subordinates are here!" Liu Dong came out with his sword, landed on one knee, and shouted.

"You will lead more than 200,000 blood prison troops to fight against the eight hells, and if you don't surrender, you will be wiped out directly. Go straight to the Eight Great Cities!" Ye Chen said lightly. The plain words made the heavens and the earth tremble in vain.

Ye Chen's words were like the rules of heaven and earth, hovering in the sky for a long time.

Many of the Blood Prison Army clenched their swords tightly, their expressions were extremely cold, and their eyes showed coldness, the brothers of the past died on the battlefield, and today they will go on a battle, and they will fight with blood!

"Life and death dragon, fairy teeth, immortal void. You and the others took ten martial arts realm martial artists and set out with Liu Dong to the Eight Great Cities!" The bright sky brought the baptism of the rising sun, but Ye Chen's voice was like a cold wind in the depths of winter, sweeping across the sky.

Bang bang! Life and Death Jiaolong and the others took a step forward. Suddenly responded: "No!"

More than a dozen martial arts wills spread out at the top of the Blood Demon Peak, and the churning clouds and mist all came to a standstill.

The broken Yunfeng could no longer cover the stone sword that reached the sky, and it also couldn't cover the white clothes.

Under the watchful eyes of all the people, Ye Chen said without moving: "The tripartite hell is rampant, the siege is reincarnated, the 100,000 blood army is buried in the reincarnation, this revenge, the blood prison cannot be forgotten!"

"The blood-red city wall is stained with the blood of the Blood Hell Army, and the ground we step on is also stained with the blood of the Blood Hell Army!"

"Today, the spirit of war is ignited. The sword has been unsheathed, and it has set out to fight against the eight major battles, crisscrossing the battlefield!"

"Although this seat did not fight with the monarchs, but this seat is with the army, on the day of the monarchs' expedition, the Avenue of Heroes of the Reincarnation City will be paved with the corpses of the blood army of the past, and when the monarchs return triumphantly, the Avenue of Heroes will be covered with flowers, waiting for the return of the monarchs!"

"If the kings die in battle against the Eight Great Hells, then this seat will lead the army of the Blood Hell. Stepping on the Eighth Congress!" Ye Chen's voice was extremely flat, and he did not have the intention of deliberately incitement, but it was this bland sentence that aroused the battle intent in the hearts of the Blood Prison Army.

"Master, if Lao Liu is old, I will unfortunately die in the Eight Hells. Lao Liu's only hope is that the master must find Lao Liu's body and bury Lao Liu here. With the Blood Prison!" got up, Liu Dong rarely said seriously.

Although the Lord of the Eight Great Cities has fallen, and many martial arts realms have also been sleeping outside the Reincarnation City, no one knows that there are still any forces that have not surfaced in the Eight Great Cities, which have thousands of years of inheritance.

Before the words fell, Liu Dong bowed to Ye Chen, stepped out with his sword, and stepped into the void with a determined expression.

Jiaolong and the others got up one after another and followed closely behind Liu Dong. Conquering the Quartet was originally a man's dream, and even Xianxu felt full of fighting spirit.

More than 200,000 Blood Prison Soldiers stepped out, their steps in unison, and the earth trembled.

Leading more than 200,000 blood prison troops, Liu Dong looked up to the sky and roared: "Hell is the only one!"

The long sword was unsheathed, bringing up a monstrous killing intent, and Liu Dong's roar rushed into the sky, followed by a neat roar:

"The sail of the blood hell, the sword points to the sky!"

"Reorganize the mountains and rivers, only my blood hell!"

More than 200,000 blood prison troops, like a tide, swept out.

Under the magnificent city wall, a huge mouth of more than 1,000 zhang emerged from the city wall, reincarnating the gate of the city.

A wide and long avenue of thousands of zhang to the bloody peak, until the gate of the reincarnation city, the attic that was originally standing around was destroyed one by one.

This road is a blood-colored avenue called the path of heroes.

Pieces of blood-colored tombstones stand around the avenue, like a sword, reaching into the sky.

Every half a meter there is a tombstone, and under the tombstone, the bloody prison soldiers who died on the battlefield are buried.

After a long road, Liu Dong passed by with a sword, and his former comrades-in-arms witnessed their expedition today.

Standing on the top of the clouds, Ye Chen calmly watched the blood-colored tide disappear at the end of the horizon, and muttered: "Two second-layer martial arts martial artists, Liu Dong will make good use of these two!"

The Eight Great Hell was fought by Liu Dong, as for this Youzeng Hell, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, and it was not until a moment later that he spoke: "Gongzi Su, this Youzeng Hell, you lead more than 200,000 blood prison troops to wipe out the remnants of Youzeng City and control You Zengcheng!"

Hearing this, Gongzi Su shrugged helplessly, took a step forward, and said, "No!"

"Lu Qing, Lin Dao, Xian Ming, Xian Luo, and others led ten martial arts realm warriors to follow Gongzi Su on the expedition to Zengcheng!" Saying this, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the Fire Qilin and the others who were sitting below, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Xiaohuo, Mu Chen, Fatty, the three of you also go out with Gongzi Su, how about it?" Hearing this, Xiao Fatzi and Mu Chen nodded and took a step forward.

As for the fire qilin, he stretched his muscles and complained: "After ten years as a coolie, I originally thought that you kid could leave it alone when he came back, tsk, you kid treated me as a free coolie again." ”

Although the fire qilin was complaining, he did not refuse Ye Chen's words, and took the lead in stepping out of the air.

Bang bang! More than a dozen martial arts wills spread out in the void, and the fire qilin took Gongzi Su and the others and stepped on the ground in one step.

The Fire Qilin looked around, his eyes showing a look of anticipation, hoping that these Blood Prison Soldiers would grow up to exist like the Ancient Guardians.

"Hell is the only one who is in the Hell, only I am in the Blood Hell!" the Fire Qilin shouted at the mention of True Qi.

The will is integrated into the voice, and it roars out, setting off a monstrous wave of space.

"The sail of the blood hell, the sword points to the sky!"

"Reorganize the mountains and rivers, only my blood hell!"

The heavens and the earth trembled, and more than 200,000 blood prison troops swept out, and under the gaze of millions of residents of Reincarnation City, the blood wave gradually disappeared at the end of the sky.

The 400,000 Blood Prison Army has been exhausted, and with the many Martial Dao Realms going on expeditions, there are very few Blood Prison Troops left behind in Reincarnation City, and it is obvious that there is no defense in Reincarnation City today.

However, many of the residents of the Reincarnation City did not notice anything wrong, and as long as that person was there, the Reincarnation City was impregnable.

Lifting the step, Ye Chen took a step forward, one step was a hundred zhang, just a few steps, Ye Chen's figure was like a falling dead leaf, standing silently on top of the city tower.

Although seven days have passed, the pool of blood outside the city has not dried up, and it is shocking to look at the past.

"Everyone, I'm here waiting for you to come back!" Closing his eyes, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, a gust of wind emerged behind him, and the white-clothed hunting sounded.

A guqin quietly emerged, with a simple style, and the silver strings were filled with a faint silver light.

Ten fingers pressed the strings, Ye Chen was silent for a moment, plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano slowly sounded, spreading like a tide, filling the sky above the city tower, overwhelming the roar of the cold wind.

Although the corpses were not there, there was still a sense of slaughter on the battlefield. But at this moment, Ye Chen's mood was extremely gentle, "Dreaming?"

"Life is like a dream, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or does Butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?" Ye Chen muttered, his will flowed out of his fingertips, and in the end, Ye Chen used his martial will to pluck the silver strings.

The sound of the piano is sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes it is sharp like a waterfall, sometimes it is crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it is low like a whisper.

Several Blood Prison Soldiers standing on the city tower calmed down, their killing intent was gone, and they were immersed in the melodious sound of the piano.

A white cloth appeared in the air, Qianchuan Xue looked at Ye Chen below, floated over, stood behind Ye Chen, and said nothing.