Steep peaks, peaks and peaks!

From afar, mountain peaks rise from the ground, like a giant dragon winding and circling.

And at the top of the dragon, there is a 10,000-strong peak, looking around the peaks, surrounded by clouds and mist.

A majestic pressure permeated the top of the majestic peak, making the surrounding clouds and mist still.

Standing on the top of a mountain peak, Ye Chen stood with his hands in his hands, looking at this majestic peak calmly, although it was far away, Ye Chen could sense the shocking oppression.

The cold mountain wind swept backwards, and the long hair behind Ye Chen's back danced wildly, and a surging killing intent permeated.

Standing behind Ye Chen, the fat fish raised his feet, looked at this magnificent peak from afar, and said softly: "Master, it is rumored that the exit of the Wei State Lock Martial Hell is on this peak!"

"Rumor?" Ye Chenjian frowned slightly, and said lightly, this dead fat man is so unreliable.

Realizing that he had missed something, the fat fish smiled awkwardly, full of flattery: "Master, this lock martial hell is a forbidden place for all countries, and I have never been there in person, so I can't be sure!"

"It should be here!" Ye Chen said lightly, his eyes were like torches, even if the sea of clouds was surging in front of him, he couldn't hide Ye Chen's sight.

At the top of the Ten Thousand Peaks, a spatial fluctuation was extremely strong.

Ye Chen was somewhat familiar with this spatial fluctuation, which was very similar to the previous Great Qian Empire's Locked Martial Hell.

Therefore, Ye Chen could also assert that this Wei State's Locked Martial Hell was here.

"You can just wait here, you don't need to go to hell with this seat!" Ye Chen said lightly.

Along the way, the fat fish was always on the lookout, and when he thought of going to break into the lock martial arts hell alone with Ye Chen, the fat fish was ready to fall, and when he heard this, the fat fish's eyes immediately flashed a touch of ecstasy, nǎinǎi, and the fat master escaped this catastrophe. Although the fat fish was ecstatic in his heart, there was a reluctant look on his face, "Master, the fat fish is willing to follow the master, never give up, and cut the stars and the moon for the master!"

"Then you will step on the Suowu Hell with this seat!" Seeing that the fat fish was so loyal, Ye Chen rarely changed his mind.

Hearing this, the fat fish's face immediately became extremely pale, and his voice stopped abruptly, not knowing how to continue!

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously!" Ye Chen chuckled, holding the Proud World Sword, he walked in the air, step by step towards the Xiongfeng in the distance.

"nǎinǎi, this joke almost scared the fat master to death!" The fat fish exhaled secretly, and said with a hippie smile: "The master knows that his strength is not good, and going to hell is also a burden to the master!"

"Xiao Yu can only wait here for the master to come back, I wish the master a great break through the lock martial arts hell and behead the head of the Marquis of Xinling!" That being said, Fatty Yu was a little bottomless in his heart, and that was the legendary Marquis of Xinling, one of the four princes.

This lock martial arts hell is a tiger's den wolf's lair, this guy has gone, will he come back? The fat fish muttered in his heart, if this guy hangs up, there is only one fat master left, how to deal with the pursuers all over the world.

Ignoring the fat fish's nonsense, Ye Chen walked away with his sword.

The closer you get to this mountain, the stronger the oppression from the land.

"In the past, I said that I would break through the three thousand hells of Yaogang, and I would start from the hell in front of me!"

Ye Chen muttered softly, his left hand slowly raised, the light of vitality condensed in the palm of his hand, and his fingers did not move, and one after another the rules of the wind roared out, forming a storm, where the storm swept, the sea of clouds was all shattered.

The true appearance of this majestic peak is completely displayed in Ye Chen's eyes, with cliffs and walls, thousands of mountains and blue.

Thick chains, like a match, hung on the cliffs, connecting the surrounding peaks.

Ye Chen looked along the chain, and at the end of it was the top of the mountain.

Obviously, the soldiers of the Wei State were escorted to the Martial God Xuan clan through these chains.

Like a wild goose, Ye Chen landed lightly on the chains, without causing any ripples.

"Stop!" A cold shout came from the sky above, and I saw that in the churning sea of clouds, a soldier named Wei came out violently, and bursts of crisp sword groans resounded, and thousands of powerful breaths instantly locked Ye Chen.

"This is the forbidden land of the Wei State, and those who step into it will die, so can you know it?" A menacing general stepped out of the crowd, stared at Ye Chen with an indifferent expression, and shouted.

Its sound echoed like thunder in the mountain streams.

Ye Chen lowered his head slightly, his long hair hung down like ink, blocking the overly young face, at this moment, Ye Chen was more and more sure that this was the entrance to the Wei State Lock Martial Hell.

In the induction of the soldiers of the Wei State, Ye Chen did not have any cultivation fluctuations on his body, like a scholar who had no power to restrain a chicken.

"Marquis Xinling, this seat is here!" A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, he slowly raised his head, his long hair fell backwards, and his ink-black pupils completely appeared in the sight of everyone.

Seeing this pupil, the general led by him gasped, his face sank in vain, and he said sharply: "Cheap people!"

The faces of thousands of Wei soldiers changed, and they walked forward with a very tacit understanding, their bodies were attached to the chains, they slipped down, and they took out their swords one after another, and one after another extremely powerful sword qi broke through the air, and for a while, above the void, thousands of sword rainbows crisscrossed and crisscrossed each other, heading straight for Ye Chen. For a while, the undulating sea of clouds was also churning endlessly, and they were broken one after another.

The soldiers who can suppress the entrance to the Locked Martial Hell, their cultivation is extraordinary.

The staggered sword rainbow tore apart the void, and the void turbulent currents surged, bringing up a fierce wind, making Ye Chen dressed in white frantically agitate and hunt.

"Do you want to be my opponent?" An incomparably cold voice came out of Ye Chen's mouth, and this voice was like a substantial sword, piercing into the depths of the souls of more than a thousand soldiers.

Everyone was shocked, looking at the sword weapon in their hands, only to see the sword weapon trembling wildly, as if seeing the emperor in the sword, these people could even feel the fear from the sword.

Poof! A sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and before the crowd could react, the swords in their hands came out one after another, turning into a streamer of light, straight into their hearts, and the change back and forth was only a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, all the sword rainbows in the dead land dissipated, even the sound of breaking the wind, and the dead land was silent, except for the sound of the cold wind blowing.

Blood and water flowed out, and thousands of corpses stood strangely on the chains, and bits of white light rose up, gathering in Ye Chen's palm.

Ye Chen's gaze swept over these corpses, walked towards the top of the mountain with his sword, and said softly: "Proud of the world, I will let you be proud of the world today!"

Dressed in white dancing violently with the wind, Ye Chen stepped up with his sword.

The figures of the Wei soldiers surged out on the top of the mountain, and where they passed in white, these figures retreated one after another, stained the sky with blood, without any screams, without any struggle.

Ten steps to kill ten thousand enters, this ten thousand male peak has been piled up with corpses, stained with blood.

Until the moment he stepped on the top of the mountain, Ye Chen looked back and saw a bloody road.

An illusory gate appeared in the sky above, although it was not as eye-catching as the gate of ten thousand bones of the Great Qian Empire, but the scarlet thunder that flowed from time to time on it was extremely strange.

Ye Chen looked at this illusory gate for a moment, and most of his attention was on the scarlet thunder, "This thunder is strange!"

"Hell, Ye is here!" The sword finger clasped the hilt of the sword, Ye Chen took a deep breath, raised his step, his body was like a long rainbow, and he stepped straight into the illusory gate, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The Dead Road and the Hungry Ghost Road follow each other like shadows, and they also step into the Illusory Gate.

At the same time, inside the eighteenth layer of hell, a white robe quietly appeared.

The white clothes are like snow, and there is a huge contrast with the blood-red sky.

The choking smell of blood came with the wind, Ye Chen raised his eyes, and everywhere he saw was a lock martial arts frame, and the locked martial arts frame imprisoned a famous martial god Xuan clan, empty eyes, desperate eyes, angry eyes, and different emotions.

The soldiers of the Wei State were beating these people badly, and even insulted some women in front of many martial gods, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The sound of flesh breaking, terrible screams, and wild laughter filled together, like angry waves, wave after wave.

A Martial God Elector, who was being beaten, stopped screaming in vain, his eyes staring at the white-clothed figure in the distance as if he had seen a ghost.

First one, ten, hundreds, thousands, up to hundreds of thousands.

The screams in the dead ground stopped suddenly, and the soldiers of Wei who were laughing wildly all stopped, a little weird, what happened to these lowly people.

Falling into a dead silence, a soldier followed the line of sight of a martial god Xuan clan, turned around, and looked at a figure dressed in white, whose figure was suddenly shocked, and scolded: "Who are you!"

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