Under the blood-red sky, a white dress like snow is so eye-catching. ,! (, Novels are faster and better)

"Who are you!" suddenly rang out, breaking the dead silence between heaven and earth.

Almost at the same time, countless eyes came, and the soldiers of the Wei State all stared at Ye Chen with hideous expressions.

The fishy wind was slow, dancing the long hair behind Ye Chen.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen slowly raised his head, his dark pupils exposed to everyone's sight.

"Who am I?" Ye Chen muttered softly, and stepped out, the Proud World Sword in his hand flipped slightly, "Sonorous"

The sound of the sword shook the heavens and the earth, and its rainbow-like sword aura was overwhelming, and at the same time, the intention of killing was angry in the sky.

"Kill your people!" was a bland sentence that fell on everyone's ears, but it was so arrogant.

"Untouchable people!" many Wei soldiers sneered, for decades, there had never been such an arrogant lowly people.

Hundreds of thousands of Martial God Electors looked at this scene with a stunned expression, and some old men sighed slightly, "How many years have passed, and finally someone has come to break through the prison!"

"It's just that these eighteen layers of hell are so impregnable that countless strong people of our clan have fallen, and they can't break through it!"

Most of the Martial God Electors looked a little numb, they should be surprised if someone rescued them, but they didn't dare to look forward to the despair they had experienced too much in the past.

Looking forward to the weak figure in front of him, he can break through hell.

"Tsk, do it, capture this person alive and imprison him in the Locked Martial Hell!"

"Quack, let him taste hell in a moment!"

"I'm tired of the boring life, and it's rare to have a guest, so naturally I have to entertain it!"

Sneers rang out all around, and the soldiers of the Wei State with swords stepped into the air, cutting off all of Ye Chen's paths in all directions.

Drawing his sword, tens of thousands of sword lights reflected in the sky, and the terrifying aura locked Ye Chen, as long as Ye Chen made the slightest move, what was waiting for him was a stormy attack.

Ye Chen looked around calmly. His eyes swept over the heavy figures, swept over the locks and frames around him, and in this layer of hell, he did not see Xiao Fatzi.

"Not here?" Ye Chenjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his strong soul power rolled out. Swirling with sword qi around him. A storm of sword qi was formed.

"Forbidden, a total of eighteen layers!" Under the penetration of the terrifying soul power, Ye Chen also sensed the extraordinaryness of this Locked Martial Hell, a total of eighteen mystical prohibitions. Divide the Suowu Hell into eighteen areas, from top to bottom, "Is this eighteen layers of hell?"

"Even if it's the eighteenth layer of hell, it can't stop the pace of this seat!" Ye Chen said lightly, raising his sword. The storm of sword qi that penetrated heaven and earth condensed together in vain, forming a giant sword, which looked like an extension of the Proud Sword.

Looking at these fierce and vicious Wei State soldiers, Ye Chen didn't have any words, the sword shook slightly, and the giant sword swept out, suddenly setting off a rain of blood.

A sword swept across the air, sweeping in all directions.

Tens of thousands of Wei soldiers condensed into the general trend. Defeated in one fell swoop.

Stepping out, Ye Chen walked towards the lock martial frame, and with each step, the Proud Sword in his hand shook, and the giant sword swept. The incomparable might, the surging rules of heaven and earth impacted the surrounding Wei soldiers.

No one could stop Ye Chen's pace, and the same was true of tens of thousands of Wei soldiers, and the same was true of hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers.

Ten steps later. In this layer of hell, not a single Wei soldier survived.

Rivers of blood. The world was dyed even more blood-red, and there was no blood stained on the snow-like white clothes.

Hundreds of thousands of martial gods chose to choose the clan, looking at this scene with a stunned expression, and they couldn't react slightly, these Wei soldiers are all dead?

The undulating rules of heaven and earth around him turned into a sword shadow, piercing down, cutting off the chains, and the explosion of gold and iron clashes was endless.

After a few breaths, these chains were all broken.

After doing all this, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the damp and blood-red ground below, "This is the first layer of hell, then below it is the second layer of hell!"

"Engong, but you want the second layer of hell ahead?" a martial god selected clan asked softly, "We are willing to go to hell with Engong!"

"We are willing to go to hell with Engong!" Having just escaped from the trap, these Martial God Electors were each with murderous intent flowing on their bodies, and their expressions were extremely hideous.

"It's not worth the sacrifice that is not necessary, get out of hell and follow the exit to the west, where someone is answering you!"

Before the words fell, Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, hundreds of feet from the ground.

With his eyes like torches, Ye Chen stared at the ground below, on this heavy earth, he could sense the fluctuations of the prohibition, obviously this earth was the prohibition, and this hell was divided into eighteen areas.

"Break this prohibition and enter the second layer of hell!" Ye Chen muttered, the Proud World Sword in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, spinning wildly, involving the rules of heaven and earth around him, like a galaxy that had fallen for nine days, falling straight down,

The earth shook in vain, and cracks spread out one after another, until at last the earth seemed to collapse, and a ground a hundred feet wide caved in.

Holding the Proud Sword again, Ye Chen didn't pay attention to the stunned Martial God Xuan Clan around him, holding the sword, his body was like a long rainbow, he fell straight down and disappeared into the first layer of hell.

The Heavenly Dao and the Hungry Ghost Dao followed, and the terrifying coercion that permeated them made people's hearts palpitate.

The eighteenth layer of hell, in the Hundred Zhangs Sword Pavilion.

The Marquis of Xinling, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, got up, and showed a look of surprise on his face, and then sneered: "Is this person the target of the Warring States Hunt and Kill Order?"

"Kill the Emperor of Daqian with the power of one person, Emperor Daqian, Jing Ke, Zhao Kuo, and now he is alone in hell!"

"Tsk, if you are not extremely confident in your own strength, then you will be arrogant to the end. ”

A chill flashed in his magnificent eyes, and the Marquis of Xinling stepped out, and in just a moment, he appeared outside the Sword Pavilion, locking the air above the martial arts.

Condescendingly, the Marquis of Xinling looked down at Xiao Fatzi and the others, and laughed softly: "Everyone, I have good news to tell you!"

Whether it was Xiao Fatzi or Chi You, they all ignored the Marquis of Xinling, and their eyes were closed.

Seeing this, the Marquis of Xinling was unimpressed, and continued: "The good news is that there is an arrogant guy who has come with a sword and wants to break through the Lock Martial Hell!"

Speaking of this, Marquis Xinling's tone was vain, and he looked at the four of them with a smile.

Sure enough, Xiao Fatzi, Nameless and the others suddenly opened their eyes, and their strong soul power rolled out, and the existence of heavy prohibitions, the soul power of several people could only penetrate into the tenth layer of hell.

"The good news is over, the next is the bad news, this kid's strength is good, but in the eyes of Ben Hou, it is not enough, killing him is as simple as slaughtering a dog!"

"This is the Locked Martial Hell, the place where Benhou is guarded, not everyone can come here to be presumptuous!"

Marquis Xinling's excessively slender right hand grabbed the feather fan, and with a slight wave, he saw that in the blood-red sky, the swimming scarlet thunder gathered together, forming a strange picture, which was very similar to the picture of the second layer of hell.

Empty locks, rivers of blood, corpses all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, Marquis Xinling was stunned at first, "Not in the second layer of hell?"

The feather fan waved again, and its picture changed one after another, the third layer of hell, the fourth layer of hell, the fifth layer of hell, the sixth layer of hell, and even the ninth layer of hell, Ye Chen was never seen.

There were corpses all over the ground, and a pair of empty locks appeared one after another.

It wasn't until the picture appeared on the tenth layer of hell that the Marquis of Xinling and others saw some surging crowds, hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers were like a surging tide, sword rainbows criss-crossed, and a white dress wandered among them, and everywhere they passed, blood rain rose one after another.

Seeing this white-clothed figure, Xiao Fatzi and the others trembled.

"It seems that all the injuries left over from that battle have healed!" Xiao Fatzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Engong!" Nameless's expression was slightly moved, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

"This person is the junior in the nameless mouth?" A rare hint of curiosity appeared in his bright eyes, and his thin red lips pursed lightly.

Marquis Xinling stared at this figure with his eyes, and he was also a little surprised in his heart, after only a few breaths of effort, this person had already stepped into the tenth layer of hell, and he really had some strength.

At the same time, two figures that looked like shadows followed closely behind the white-clothed figure.

When his gaze swept over the Hungry Ghost Dao, the Marquis of Xinling didn't move away, "How did this puppet appear in this person's hands?"

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