The void was rendered blood-red, and monstrous murderous intent permeated it.

The killing machine is extremely piercing, at least Mu Chen and the others think so.

Ye Chen's long hair fluttered, and he stared at the blood-colored light that came from the roar, with a trace of monstrous killing intent in his eyes.

Holding the killing intent, this day can be punished, this land can be destroyed! Ye Chen has been experiencing killing all his life, from the previous life to this life, there are more than hundreds of thousands of people who have died under his sword.

However, Ye Chen came all the way, and the murderous aura he absorbed was no less than millions.

The sword pointed and landed in the void, and millions of murderous qi rolled out from Ye Chen's body.

The entire void trembled in vain, and the heavens and the earth reverberated in unison. Millions of murderous qi set off a killing storm in the blood-colored void.

Ye Chen stood in the center of the storm, his eyes were red with blood, his murderous aura was permeated, and his figure took a step forward: "Kill!"

As soon as the word killing came out, the heavens and the earth changed color, and millions of sword qi turned into a dragon phantom, and the dragon phantom was more than a hundred zhang long, and its killing rules flowed on the dragon phantom, and the dragon phantom was vivid and lifelike.

Ye Chen's figure stepped on the Canglong Void, stepping on the Firmament Void, shooting straight above the void, not afraid of the blood-colored light that descended.

Greeted by the blood-colored light, the murderous intent contained in it merged into Ye Chen's body, and the heart-rending feeling of the flesh accepting the rules of heaven and earth swept over, but the look revealed in Ye Chen's blood-red eyes was excited, and at all times, he could detect the changes in his flesh and the feeling of becoming stronger.

This feeling of getting stronger is like taking a drug, and people are addicted to it.

At least at this moment, Ye Chen was fascinated by this feeling, and even showed a look of enjoyment.

The Void of the Sky roared, stirring the aura between heaven and earth, Ye Chen's flesh and blood collapsed, but in the next moment, the flesh and blood coincided again, and the heart-rending feeling spread throughout his body.

The blood qi was permeated, and Ye Chen's figure finally merged into the blood-colored light. The void of the sky swam around, stirring up spatial ripples, and the spatial waves were set off, one after another.

With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen walked in the blood-colored light as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, and his endless killing intent condensed on him and merged into his body.

The killing machine was integrated into his body, and Ye Chen's aura skyrocketed! The shaking void couldn't withstand this killing machine, and it shattered, but the void turbulence was completely suppressed.

Except for the roar of the shattering void, there was no sound around.

The figures of Xianxu and the others had already withdrawn hundreds of zhang away, and their eyes were solemn looking at this blood-red void.

"Killing rules, Immortal Fall, if you are facing the five generations at this moment, what are the odds?" Immortal Xuan chuckled, the stronger the five generations, the stronger the five generations, then those opponents in the Jade Emperor Hall had no reason to object.

Hearing this, Xianluo snorted coldly, facing this monstrous killing machine. He had no chance of winning at all, and he could defeat him with the previous Ye Chen, let alone the current Ye Chen.

looked quite helpless, Xianluo glared at Xianxu, this guy didn't know how to slap his face when he said this?

The Lonely Emperor and the others were silent for a while, and in the face of this monstrous killing machine, they even had to use their will to resist.

The Canglong Phantom gradually turned blood-red, and finally reintegrated into Ye Chen's body. The blood-colored light lasted for a moment, and the mountain wind swept backwards, dispelling the blood in the sky.

The blood-red void became clear again, and Ye Chen's figure reappeared in everyone's sight. The Swordsmen crawled out of the grave and gathered towards it.

Xianxu and the others' expressions changed, and they got up one after another, gathering towards the Illusory Gate. However, when it was close to Ye Chen, everyone was aware of that oppression.

Although Ye Chen tried his best to restrain the aura of killing, this sense of oppression always existed.

Ye Chen looked at the group of sword masters gathered below with a calm expression, sighed slightly, did not leave immediately, and put away the Qilin Sword.

"Gather!" Ye Chen shouted softly, the aura of heaven and earth appeared in front of him in vain, and the reincarnation flame swirled in the palm of his hand, and finally transformed into a simple guqin.

The fingertips jumped, and its silver strings of thunder like thin threads were pulled out. Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, his slender fingers gently plucked the thunder silver strings, and the sound of a silver bottle bursting through the water slurry echoed.

The sound of the piano flowed out of Ye Chen's fingertips like flowing water, stirring up spatial ripples.

In the dead and silent immortal sword tomb, the sound of the qin hovers over, and the melodious sound of the piano tells the ancient years, the era of singing and crying, and the heroes are numerous.

The terrible roar gradually dissipated, and the sword-bearers with hideous expressions all fell silent, immersed in the sound of the piano.

They may have lost their minds, but they were the heroes of that ancient era, and they still had that faith in their flesh.

Faith, even if the soul is destroyed, will exist in the world.

This is a song of faith, Ye Chen has experienced the dream of the moon god, and Lu has seen the picture of a warrior holding a sword, spilling blood, soaring for nine days, and defending his homeland.

Therefore, Ye Chen once remembered this kind of belief, and integrated the belief into the qin music, sighing from ancient times.

Xianxu and Xianluo and others sighed helplessly, these warriors used to be the heroes of the Martial God Continent, but they were not admired, but they were buried here for a long time, even if they were buried here, they were not stable.

The sound of the piano changed with Ye Chen's thoughts, and only the sound of the piano was quiet in the entire Sword Tomb.

When the sound of the piano landed and the song ended, the thunder silver strings under Ye Chen's fingertips broke, and its piano frame also turned into flames and dissipated.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, his gaze fell downward, and more than a hundred sword masters closed their eyes, their expressions were peaceful, and there was no more hideousness like before.

"Let's go, go to the third layer of Sword Twilight!" "The deceased rest in peace, that's all Ye Chen can do.

The Illusory Gate was suspended in the void, hanging high, and a coercion permeated it, and the aura swirled out.

Ye Chen took the lead in walking towards the Illusory Gate, and when he was about to step in, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the blood pool below that was about to dry up again, in the blood pool, there were mountains and rocks, a deep-bloomed blood lotus gently swayed in the wind, the sky was so gray, there was a period of old time that was frozen here, and there were too many legends about heroes buried here, like an epic.

Dozens of clam lights dissipated in the Illusory Gate, and the dusty Immortal Sword Tomb once again fell into the dead silence it had ever had.

On the third level of the Sword Tomb, the sky is blue, and a round of scorching sun hangs high on it.

The sun here is more like a rainstorm, naked and scorching, and there is nowhere to escape.

Ye Chen and the others raised their heads and stared at the flowing sunlight, and the feeling of suffocation and dead silence was also dispelled.

However, this kind of sunlight is like poison, which makes people intoxicated, and the more this is the case, the more Ye Chen and the others dare not be careless.

Where it appeared, a lone peak was like a sword, stuck across the clouds, and below it were tumbling waves, and the sound of the waves crashing echoed, accompanied by the neighing of seagulls.

Ye Chen and the others appeared on the top of the lonely peak, looking down the clouds, and below was the churning seawater.

Above the vast ocean, a lone peak seems even more lonely.

Between the undulating waves, a stone path emerges, the stone road is dozens of meters wide, criss-crossed, spreading along the stone road, and its several sword pillars are looming, bathed in the sun.

Compared to the piercing bones of the first layer of the Frozen Insect Tomb, the dead silence of the second layer of the Immortal Sword Tomb, and the third layer of the Sword Tomb were full of life, at least this was the first impression of Ye Chen and the others.

"The Third Layer Sword Tomb Dead Sea Hell!" Standing on the edge of the clouds, Ye Chen said softly: "There are countless dead things buried in the Dead Sea, compared to the first two layers of Sword Tombs, although the strength of these dead things is inferior, but the number is far greater than that of the Two Layers of Sword Tombs!"

"In the hell of the Dead Sea, there are three sword pillars that we want to destroy, and if you go down that stone path, you can reach the land of the sword pillars respectively!" Ye Chen said lightly, his sword qi flowed in his fingertips, and as Ye Chen's sword pointed down, its fierce sword qi tore through the clouds and mist, turning into a long rainbow and falling down among the undulating waves. At the same time, countless powerful breaths diffused out in the sea, and phantom shadows emerged one after another, devouring the rainbow-like sword qi.

"These are the dead things in the hell of the Dead Sea!" Ye Chen said solemnly, the strength of these dead things is no more than the Spirit Martial Realm, but at a glance, they are densely packed, no less than tens of thousands.