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Clang!

The piercing and cold killing intent condensed on the Qilin Sword, and the Qilin Sword brought up one afterimage after another, swinging down.

The sword marks on the chains became clearer and clearer, and Ye Chen's expression was extremely cold.

"You must cut off this chain before stepping into the palace in the future!"

Ye Chen muttered softly, his speed of swinging his sword became faster and faster, until in the end, everyone only saw one afterimage.

The explosion of the clash between gold and iron was endless, and Nameless looked at the sword marks on the chain and whispered, "It's too late!"

Although Nameless was a little surprised that Ye Chen suddenly burst out with such a terrifying physical power, even so, it would take years to be able to cut the chains.

"Future!" Phantom Ice Cloud muttered softly, an extremely terrifying aura erupting in her body, and the existence of the chain immediately sealed her aura again.

"She is our future, and we must not let the future be harmed in any way!"

The expressions of the prisoners around them were extremely hideous, and in this hell that was like a day, the smile of the future was the only thing that could soothe their numb hearts.

Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to the roars around him, and the swing of a sword fell, while his left hand was condensed with vitality.

"You need life to recover from your physical injuries, don't you?" said the weak voice of a young woman amid a roar in the sky.

Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the young woman thirty zhang away, and nodded slightly. Didn't say anything.

"My name is Chen Yang, I have been here for more than 30 years, and my only attachment is that I hope to return to the homeland that my ancestors said one day!"

"I've got life, you want it. I'll give it to you, I just hope that if you get out of trouble one day, please take my corpse away and bury me at the end of the earth closest to the Martial God Nebula!"

The young woman's voice became weaker and weaker, and her empty eyes stared at the departing soldiers in the distance, "The future, she is our future!"

At this point, the young woman suddenly raised her head. looked at a man on the lock frame around him, and smiled gently: "Child, do it!"

"Mother!" the corners of his eyes became wet, and the man closed his eyes. The right hand was slowly raised, and it was pressed towards the woman, and a terrifying sword aura shot out, directly piercing the woman's eyebrows and destroying her soul.

The woman died. A touch of vitality spreads out and blends into the surrounding world.

"My name is Chen Chugang, and the only regret in this life is that I can't return to the homeland that my ancestors said, Yezi. If possible, bring my remains back to their homeland!"

The man who had personally killed his birth mother whispered. Raise your hand and slap your eyebrows directly with one palm. There is no breath at all, and the soul is broken.

"After my death, if possible, bring my remains back to the land of my ancestors!"

Bang! Bang! A dull sound sounded all around, and one prisoner after another raised his hand and tore his soul with a fierce sword aura.

They are imprisoned here, they do not commit suicide, but they are willing to endure the devastation, persevering, just so that one day they can get out of trouble, and at this moment they are willing to fall, in order to dispel their own vitality.

More than 100 prisoners, more than 1,000 prisoners, more than 10,000 prisoners, more than 100,000 prisoners.

"After I die, if possible, bring my corpse back to the homeland that my ancestors said!"

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at this shocking scene, and felt a sad feeling in his heart.

The vitality of a martial artist may be a little weak, but more than 10,000 people, more than 100,000 people, its vitality is extremely majestic.

When the soldiers stationed in the palace saw this scene, their faces changed, "Damn, these lowly brutes, hurry up and inform Master Hou!"

The magnificent palace was like a sleeping beast, and in the depths of the palace, in a dimly dark hall, three figures sat in a curled circle, with a rotten aura on their bodies.

It wasn't until a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded that the three of them opened their eyes, their sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and looked at the temple door.

A soldier hurriedly rushed into the temple, threw himself to the ground, and said respectfully: "Yongguan Hou, Heavenly Arrow Hou, Divine Sword Hou, something happened in the prisoner's land!"

The Marquis of Yongguan, the Marquis of Tianjian, and the Marquis of Shenjian, these three are all subordinate to the imperial family in the Daqian Empire, and they have been suppressed here for more than 100 years by the order of the Daqian Emperor.

A terrifying aura surged on the three of them, and the middle-aged man who was sitting in the middle of Yongguanhou spoke, "What happened to the prisoner's land?"

"Those lowly people are killing each other, and now more than 100,000 prisoners are dead!" Unable to withstand the coercion contained in the eyes of the three men, the soldier resigned.

"Cannibalism?" "The Heavenly Arrow Marquis, who was on the left, smiled softly and stroked his palms: "Interesting, which drama are they going to make, dog eat dog?"

"If you're dead, you're dead, now there are more than a million prisoners in the land of prisoners, not less than these more than 100,000!" the Divine Sword Marquis, who had been silent, also chuckled.

"Let those people make a fuss, don't pay attention to it!" Yongguanhou waved his hand impatiently and said lightly.

"No!" the soldier exited the temple, and the empty temple fell silent again.

"Yongguan Hou has condensed his original body?" Tianjian Hou raised his eyes and glanced at Yongguan Hou, who was sitting precariously.

"Stop at that step, but it is not far from condensing the body of the origin, maybe in a few years, Ben Hou will have to leave here!"

"Among the three of us, Yongguan Hou, you are always at the forefront!" said Shenjian Hou chuckled, with a hint of envy in his tone.

"The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current, I have stopped at this step for more than a hundred years, and now it is still this step, alas!" Yongguan Hou sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and continued to cultivate.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Arrow Marquis and the Divine Sword Marquis both smiled, closed their eyes one after another, and the temple fell silent again, and only the sound of breathing remained.

Under the blood-colored sky, blood light splashed up.

"After I die, if possible, bring my corpse back to the homeland that my ancestors said!" A hoarse voice echoed between heaven and earth, more than 100,000 people, more than 200,000 people, more than 300,000 people.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers stationed in the distance all gasped, and these lowly people were a little crazy.

I don't want to be enslaved, I can only go crazy!

Majestic vitality surged in the sky above, Ye Chen quietly looked at this scene, looked around, and remembered the haggard and vicissitudes of life in his heart.

"Buried in the Martial God!" Ye Chen's soul was shocked, and he was speechless for a long time, the surging vitality condensed on his left hand, merging into the flesh and blood, only to see that the shocking blood hole in his chest was disappearing.

A trace of vitality wandered in his flesh and blood, Ye Chen felt the changes in his flesh all the time, bell!

The power of the flesh is getting stronger, and the sword that falls down is more rapid and powerful.

One inch of sword marks, one and a half inch of sword marks!

The majestic vitality finally gathered in the sky above Ye Chen, forming a vitality storm, which was the vitality of more than 600,000 prisoners, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and surging directly into Ye Chen's body.

The white light that permeated the vitality rendered the whole world as if it were day, and the blood-colored sky was gone, and the white light was like the dawn before dawn, dispelling everything.

Seeing this scene, the general stationed in the palace finally couldn't bear it, waved the long whip in his hand, and shouted: "Go stop these people, and teach the sword-wielding kid some lessons by the way!"

Condescendingly, many generals looked at the sword light that was brought up from time to time in the distance, and there was a faint uneasiness in their hearts.

"No!" hundreds of thousands of troops rode out, rolling up the dust.

Bang bang! A roar sounded, and looking at the army that appeared at the end of the horizon, everyone's hearts sank, and this big soldier was finally about to make a move.

"Ten years is like a day, Lao Tzu let you and others be bullied, Lao Tzu endures, and at this moment, Lao Tzu doesn't need the so-called forbearance!" a prisoner sneered frantically, and terrifying sword qi gathered at his fingertips and shot out.

Before the soldiers who were rushing to the front could react, they fell to the ground and died.

Each prisoner went crazy, tearing at the chains, the flesh and blood blurred, and one after another sword qi broke out of the body, rushing straight towards the army.

Seeing that the ant-like prisoners in the past actually resisted, these big soldiers all sneered, brandished the giant sword in their hands, slaughtered this group of prisoners, and sneered: "Cheap people!"

For a moment, the blue blood flew sideways, the blood light and the white light alternated with each other, one prisoner died tragically, and the surging vitality gathered in the sky.

Bathed in the storm of vitality, the white hair behind Ye Chen gradually turned inky, dancing like a snake, and a terrifying aura permeated him.

More than 600,000 prisoners, more than 700,000 prisoners, more than 800,000 prisoners, and more than 1 million prisoners.

"The lowly people, it's ridiculous, the flesh and blood mountains and rivers are not unique to the Great Cadres, and so will my Martial God!" Ye Chen sneered, and a dull sound echoed in his body, seventy percent of the power of the flesh, and eighty percent of the power of the body

The splashed blood fell in Ye Chen's eyes, and the dark pupils were blood-red.

"Broken!" The unicorn in Ye Chen's hand shot up and spun, about to fall on the chain......)