"With you, you're not qualified enough!"

Its voice turned into an unimaginable sound of death, hovering overhead

The corpses that shot out from the ten thousand rays roared upward, and one by one the rules of the earth appeared on it, one after another, trapping Ye Chen in it.

"Whether you are qualified or not, it's not up to you to decide!"

Dancing in a green shirt, Hou Ying stepped into the air.

The surging tide of corpses followed, spreading all over the ground, densely packed.

"Ten thousand corpses are paved, and the walking corpses are rolling to the ground!" Hou Ying said sharply, and his majestic will broke out of his body and merged into these corpses.

At the same time, a huge phantom appeared in the sky above Hou Ying, as if it was the essence, Hou Ying's origin body.

"Ten thousand fires, ten thousand walking corpses, enlightenment!"

Hou Ying took a step forward, and his Origin Body turned into Ten Thousand Dao Ghost Fire in vain, merging into the Ten Thousand Dao corpses.

Strange ghost fires flashed in the heads of the corpses, and a cold aura permeated the corpses, as if the existence of these ghost fires gave the corpses a will.

Roar! A terrible roar sounded, and these terrifying corpses rushed out, flashing bursts of ghostly light, rushing towards Ye Chen.

Ten terrifying breaths, like a substantial chain, wrapped around Ye Chen's body and sword weapon.

Ye Chen raised his eyes and saw that there were flickering ghost fires and snow-white corpses, this scene was extremely spectacular.

"Scatter the Origin Body among the Ten Thousand Dao Corpses, tsk!" Ye Chen's eyes calmly stared at the flickering ghost fire, and chuckled: "The sword formation is good, but it's a pity that the entry of the formation is a little worse." ”

The same sentence has a different effect before and after.

Zhu Hai's face was hateful, his eyes were huge, and he was full of hideousness, "Damn pariahs, today Lao Tzu has to break his body into ten thousand pieces!"

Hou Ying also sneered, this guy was too arrogant.

If Zhu Hai hadn't been stimulated before, and he came out of the battle angrily, how could he easily break through the Demon Array.

"Ten thousand walking corpses, burial, burial, burial!" Hou Ying roared, only to see that among the corpses that shot out, clusters of ghost fire condensed into blades and swept out, with an extremely loud momentum.

In the center, no matter how Ye Chen retreated, he would have to face this tide of offensives.

Ye Chen lowered his eyes, looked at the falling Aoshi Sword, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I can bury the land, but I can't bury the sword in my hand!"

Before the words fell, Ye Chen's right hand was raised, and the Proud World Sword was raised, cutting off the locks of tens of thousands of breaths around him, kicking the void with both feet, his figure jumped high, and the ghost fires roared around Ye Chen, but they did not fall on Ye Chen.

Catching up with the dense ghost fire, Ye Chen went straight to Hou Ying, and his martial arts world spread out, and wherever he touched, his ghost fire was extinguished one after another.

Staring at Ye Chen, who was stepping into the air, Hou Ying's pupils shrank, and his sword fingers moved slightly, pulling at the corpses around him, "Buri!"

With a loud shout, I saw that the corpses around him gathered together, blocking in front of Hou Ying, and its small ghost fire blades were also gathered together, forming a hundred-zhang long fire blade, up and down, slashing and falling, and the place where it fell was where Ye Chen stood.

At the same time, Hou Ying shouted: "Zhu Hai speed to set up a wild dance array!"

Hearing this, Zhu Hai nodded again and again, and scattered among the thousands of guests, each sneering again and again, as long as the two formations came out together, it was bound to make this arrogant untouchable suffer.

The hundred-zhang long ghost fire blade roared in, but Ye Chen ignored it and walked forward on the 1st.

"The body of the origin condensed by the ghost fire is also the origin of the fire, and it also belongs to the ten thousand fires!"

"There are not many people who are qualified to play with fire in front of this seat!"

Ye Chen said lightly, and at the moment when the Ghost Fire Blade was about to fall on him, three high-pitched hissing sounds suddenly sounded.

Poof! Ten thousand flames gathered strangely around Ye Chen, and three huge Vermilion Bird phantoms broke through the sky, crashing into this ghost fire blade one after another, and at the moment before Hou Ying could react, this ghost fire blade collapsed violently, turning into countless flames, like a waterfall, shooting out in all directions. Three Vermilion Bird Phantoms flapped their wings and hissed, hovering over Ye Chen.

"Ten thousand fires, listen to my orders, gather!" The long sleeves danced, Ye Chen's excessively white left hand slowly poked out, and pointed at the sword, pointing in the void.

I saw that the ten thousand fires that rolled out upside down trembled one after another, and then burst out, like falling stars, extremely bright, and instantly illuminated the entire sky and fell on the corpses of ten thousand daos.

The corpses in front of them turned to ashes.

Seeing this, Hou Ying's face changed violently, he snorted coldly, his left palm was raised, and he slashed down, and clusters of ghost fires poured out in the corpse's body, gathering together to form the Origin Body.

The body of the origin appeared, and all the flames that burst into the ground trembled, and even many flames broke out of Ye Chen's control.

Ye Chen came with a sword, and three Vermilion Bird Phantoms rushed upward, hovering around Hou Ying's Origin Body.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and in the air, Ye Chen's figure suddenly disappeared strangely, and his voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the ground: "One!"

The fire trembled, and the phantom of the Vermilion Bird hissed.

"Sword!" In the seventeenth layer of hell, whether it was the sword weapon in the hand of the Marquis of Xinling or the sword weapon inserted below, they all rang out in unison.

"Dump!" Hou Ying felt an incomparably terrifying force, cutting off the connection between him and the Ten Thousand Dao corpses, and this Ten Thousand Corpses Walking Corpse Array seemed to be nothing more than a façade.

"City!" The last word fell, and in all directions, the rules of the land emerged, and its tide of martial arts world spread out, more than 60,000 zhang, and fell on Hou Ying's origin body, and the origin body trembled, dim.

At the same time, Hou Ying's soul trembled suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes stared straight ahead, and a bright sword light slowly appeared. This ink-like darkness made him panic for a while, especially Hou Ying, who was about to summon the Origin Body, but a roar sounded in his mind, making Hou Ying, who had a calm personality in the past, exclaim: "No, it's impossible!"

A sound rang out in the middle of the ground, and I didn't know what it was.

The Lord of the Eighteenth Layer of Hell, the Marquis of Xinling's heart trembled, and his body that had not yet sat down suddenly stood up, and at a glance, the picture that appeared was all dark.

"Hou Win!" At this moment, the Marquis of Xinling could no longer calm down, brushed his sleeves, and went straight to the sky.

"What kind of sword style is this?" Chi You muttered to herself, her bright and beautiful eyes full of shock, and she could sense that Hou Ying's strong aura was gradually disappearing.

"A sword captivates the city!" Xiao Fatzi raised the corners of his mouth, "Dumping all the ground, nothing more than this!"

His face was pale, Hou Ying's eyes were a little frightened, ruined, the Origin Body that he had condensed all his life was destroyed, and a feeling of weakness came to his heart, and the coercion around him fell on him like a thousand mountains.

Hou Ying could only watch the sword light coming, and he didn't even have a chance to ignite the power of the soul.

"Hou Win!" Xinlinghou's shout resounded through the eighteenth layer of prohibition and resounded throughout the seventeenth layer of hell.

Hearing this voice, Hou Ying's face was like ashes, and a rare look of ecstasy appeared, "Master Hou, save me!"

It's just that as soon as Hou Ying's words came out, a sword light appeared, directly piercing Hou Ying's head, and his soul did not escape, and was annihilated by the surging martial will.

A sword, Hou wins, die!

Thousands of net and neat, out of the sword, will be killed.

The moment the blood was splashed in the sky, the land returned to clarity, but there was a little haze.

Hou Ying's corpse, staggering, fell straight down, and landed on the high platform below.

At the same time, a figure dressed in white like snow, holding a sword and holding a thousand jun, descended from the beginning, his clothes fluttering, dancing wildly, this figure was deeply imprinted in the depths of everyone's minds.

This sword contains the power of ten thousand jun, pointing directly at Zhu Hai, who is full of amazement.

"Marquis Xinling, it was you who gave this seat the opportunity to kill these two entrants, and if the opportunity is given, this seat will not miss it!"

His eyes were cold and piercing, Ye Chen swept the ground below, and sneered, the endless rules circled around the Proud World Sword, and below, he sensed a terrifying oppression, from the oppression of the Marquis of Xinling.

"Shaft, you dare!"

The roar of the Marquis of Xinling echoed through the prohibition

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