The ancient city walls were filled with a faint smell of blood, and the faint sunlight tore through the clouds and scattered on the city walls.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed among the towers, like a breeze, blowing through the reincarnation city.

With its bustling streets and noisy martial arts, Samsara City has once again regained its former popularity.

However, when someone heard the sound of the harp, he couldn't help but stop and look at the tower, his eyes full of fanaticism.

With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen flicked the piano, and his will flowed.

Qianchuan Snow dances the sword and dances.

The sound of the piano is like water, forming a calm lake of piano sounds. And Qianchuan Xue's sword stirred up ripples on the surface of this Qinyin Lake, echoing out.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, is it also butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou?" Ye Chen muttered, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Standing up, Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and took a step forward to meet the cold wind.

Looking down at the vast land spreading below, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "Other people's dreams are easy to enter, but their own dreams are difficult to enter!"

It has been several months since Liu Dong and the others set out on the expedition, and in the past few months, Ye Chen has tried to fall asleep for the fifth time.

However, after all, he didn't find that feeling, and Ye Chen also knew that this kind of thing was in a hurry, so he didn't force a breakthrough.

The Qilin sword was unsheathed, and the sword body oozing cold light shook in the wind, bringing a crisp sword groan.

"The artistic conception is also life, my artistic conception is the artistic conception of selflessness, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, nor is it Zhuang Zhou, nor is it a colorful butterfly, forget the world and the earth!" Ye Chen muttered, his eyes contemplative.

The cold wind blew through the city tower, and Ye Chen was dressed in white and hunting.

Hold a sword. Ye Chen took a step forward, his steps unfolded, and the Qilin Sword brought up a series of brilliant sword lights, and the sword style changed uncertainly.

Collect the sword. Qian Chuanxue stood aside and quietly watched Ye Chen's sword dance.

From the basic sword style to the last sword, the sword moves at will.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the remnant sun shone on the sky that Ye Chen put away the Qilin Sword, turned around, looked at the sky from afar, and suddenly chuckled: "Return triumphantly, the Eight Hells have been controlled." ”

"Liu Dong, this guy really didn't disappoint me. It's faster than you imagined!" Ye Chen's right hand was raised slightly, and an extremely terrifying martial arts will flowed through his fingertips.

The sword pointed down, the will of martial arts hovered over the reincarnation city, and the rules of heaven and earth appeared.

Under the blood-red void. The rules of ice condensed into patches of snow and fell down.

The cold wind blows the snow floc, and the snow floc sways in the wind, transforming into snow lotus, and the snow lotus petals are paved with a long hero's avenue. to the city gates.

First came the rules of ice, then fire, thunder, and wind. Kill, life and death. The five rules are condensed into petals.

Just a few breaths, the reincarnation city has become a sea of flowers.

The warriors walking in the streets and alleys raised their heads one after another. looked at this scene with a shocked expression.

Some shrewd people had realized something, and were stunned, "The Blood Prison Army is coming back?"

In the past, Ye Chen said that when the Blood Prison Army returned, the Avenue of Heroes would be covered with flowers.

"Hell is the only hell I have blood!" a loud and neat shout came out at the end of the sky, and a terrifying trend gradually spread.

The sound of a sharp wind breaking gradually sounded, and hundreds of thousands of blood-colored figures appeared at the end of the sky, and they were the blood prison army that had returned from the battle.

Liu Dong stood in the first place with high spirits, led more than 200,000 bloody prison troops, waved the eight hells, broke the eight cities, and leveled the eight hells.

"Conquer hell and level the eight hells, even the four great city lords of the past can't do such a feat, tsk, my old Liu is destined to live forever!" Liu Dong played a small song, this campaign not only wiped out the remnants of the eight major cities, but also harvested countless blood crystals, sword weapons, and exercises. With these resources, Blood Hell will inevitably enter a period of rapid development. Holding the giant sword in his hand, Liu Dong fantasized: "A million lions, just around the corner!"

"Proud fart, if it weren't for Lao Tzu helping by the side, your kid would be able to level the Eight Hells!"

Who knew that Liu Dong directly ignored the sneer of the dragon of life and death, stepped into the air, broke through the clouds, and looked directly at the figure standing in the wind on the city tower, his expression was stunned, Liu Dong stepped on the city tower in a few steps, made a sword salute, and said respectfully: "Fortunately, Lao Liu took everyone to level the Eight Great Cities, according to the master's instructions, do not submit to the power of the Blood Prison, Lao Liu directly wiped out, and now the Eight Cities have been controlled by us, as for the Eight Great Cities accumulated for thousands of years, Lao Liu has also been scavenged!"

More than 200,000 Blood Prison Army fought against it, but only tens of thousands of Blood Prison Army fell, but despite this, the corpses of the Blood Prison Army were brought back to Samsara City.

Turning around, Ye Chen pointed to the Heroic Avenue covered with flowers behind him, and said lightly: "The Blood Prison Army who died on the battlefield is buried there, they are worthy of the knees of thousands of warriors!"

Hearing this, Liu Dong's expression was straight, and he restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, "No!"

Bursts of cheers echoed in the city of reincarnation, and tens of millions of citizens gathered around the Avenue of Heroes to welcome the return of the Blood Prison Army.

Liu Dong walked away with his sword and stepped into the Avenue of Heroes with more than 100,000 blood prison soldiers, but his mood was a little heavy, glory is always paved with corpses.

Taking out a martial arts soul, Ye Chen smashed it, extracted the martial arts vitality, condensed into a rain of vitality, and sprinkled it down.

Although this rain of life could not restore the injuries on the Blood Prison Army, it could also alleviate them.

After doing all this, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, "The situation of the Eight Great Hells has been controlled, and the next thing is Youzeng Hell, but with the strength of Xiaohuo and others, there should be no problem with this Youzeng Hell!"

The moon was twilight, and at the moment when the night quietly came, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You Zeng Hell, Eight Cold Hell, Eight Great Hells, among the four generations of Hell, there is only a lonely hell left!"

Qianchuan Xue raised her head and looked at the end of the sky, and a bright firelight dyed the sky red.

The sea of fire swept all over the world, and the fire qilin, Mu Chen, Xiao Fatzi and others broke through the sky, and more than 200,000 blood prison soldiers came one after another.

In an instant, the figures of the Fire Qilin, Mu Chen and others appeared on the city tower.

The smell of blood came to his face, and the fire qilin had an extremely strong smell of blood, and the first sentence of the fire qilin did not mention You Zeng Hell, but quipped: "You little couple, the honeymoon has been good for several months, right?"

"It's not bad, just look at this guy's face, you can know that life is delicious!" Xiao Fat Man chuckled, squinting his eyes slightly, his gaze swept over Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue, as if he wanted to see something greasy.

Seeing the two of them joking like this, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, but Qianchuan Xue was a little unnatural, and her eyes drifted to other places.

More than 200,000 blood prison troops entered the city again, and the undulating cheers rushed into the sky again. The young woman stood in front of the Avenue of Heroes, holding the old man and the young child, waiting for her husband's return.

More than 200,000 blood prison troops formed a long dragon, and it took a moment for the bloody tide to disappear at the end of the Avenue of Heroes.

The intermittent crying echoed on the Avenue of Heroes, and the wife, who had not waited for her husband's return, stood in front of the city gate with her arms on her arms and young children, staring at the end of the sky.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years, not to mention the Blood Prison Army. Some of them fall on the battlefield and never return, even though there are wives and children waiting for their return in the holy land called their homeland.

With the lights swaying in the evening breeze, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

The sound of intermittent crying came into his ears, Ye Chen sighed slightly, and did not say anything.

Instead, the Fire Qilin spoke: "The pain caused by killing can never be erased, and this pain will continue to the next generation, young children may not know it now, but when they grow up, they will understand that pain." ”

"And the wife who has lost her husband not only has to bear this kind of pain, but also take care of the elderly, raise young children, and hold up a piece of the sky for the shattered family!" Qianchuan Xue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, sighing slightly.

"That's why so many people hate killing, and it's because of this that so many people fight for their goals, their goal is simple, to stop the killing, to make the world a paradise without killing, a very stupid and cute group of people!"

"However, in this world, people are always the protagonists on the stage, where there are people, there are conflicts of interest, and the inferior nature of human nature will never allow them to sit down calmly and resolve disputes through a few words!"

"People also kill people, it starts with profit!" Ye Chen said lightly, "A world where there is no killing at all, does such a world really exist?"

Saying this, Ye Chen looked at Qianchuan Xue, Fire Qilin and the others. Meeting Ye Chen's gaze, Mu Chen and Xiao Fatzi both shook their heads, if it exists, then there is no sword, the sword is a murder weapon, the king of a hundred soldiers, and killing!

"Because it doesn't exist, that's why it has to be created, the prince is such a person!" Ye Chen chuckled, and the slender figure couldn't help but appear in front of him.