Chapter 1,171 The War God Platform, the military parade begins
The long platform is suspended in the void.
Clouds and mist rolled over it, and steps spread down.
In just a few days, this huge thing appeared in the sky above Samsara City.
A sense of murder pervades the long platform, which is made of ink-like stones and surrounded by countless stone swords.
The God of War! A mighty and domineering name is carved on the stone tablet, lifelike.
At the end of the street, passers-by stopped one after another and looked at the War God Platform in shock. With just one glance, everyone felt a suffocating breath coming towards their faces.
"War God Terrace, is the dynasty going to hold any events recently?" A big man carrying a giant sword whispered.
"We are indeed going to hold an event, and it will be the first grand event in my hell!" After hearing this, a gray-haired old man in the crowd said.
"The old man knows the role of this War God Platform. Is it similar to the Hell Dragon and Phoenix List during the Four Cities Period?" The old man's words immediately attracted the attention of the big man, and the big man's tone rarely became gentle.
"Hell Dragon and Phoenix List!" The white-haired old man shook his head and said with disdain: "How can the Hell Dragon and Phoenix List be compared with this War God Platform!"
"The God of War Platform was built by the Blood Prison Dynasty to hold military parades. The people who can board the God of War Platform are all elites of the Blood Prison. Even if you are a martial arts expert, but you have no outstanding military exploits, you are not qualified to board the God of War Platform.
!" In the expectant eyes of everyone, the old man recounted the military parade, which aroused everyone's admiration. The big man looked straight and said: "The old man knows so much news, could it be that he is a senior in the dynasty?"
In the Blood Prison Dynasty, the surrounding discussions fell silent, and countless gazes came towards them.
Meeting everyone's gaze, the white-haired old man shook his head with regret: "Although I have the heart to defect to the dynasty, my cultivation is limited and I am not qualified to join the Blood Prison Army!"
"However, although I have not joined the Blood Prison Army, my unfilial son has the honor to join the Blood Prison Army!" After saying this, the white-haired old man immediately expressed a lot of pride in his tone.
There are hundreds of millions of people in Hell, and countless people are trying to join the Blood Prison Army. However, the recruitment qualifications for the Blood Prison Army are extremely strict, and so far there are only more than two million Blood Prison Army members.
"God of War!" the big man murmured. There was determination in his eyes, "I will one day be on the stage of God of War!"
The Blood Prison Dynasty established the God of War Platform, and the military parade was like news of having wings, spreading throughout hell.
Seven days later. Around the War God Platform, millions of lions stood neatly, and swords oozing with cold light were connected one after another, making people's hearts palpitate.
The scene was filled with terrifying silence, and a general trend hovered over Samsara City.
Thousands of feet away, the sword towers standing in a row were filled with crowds of onlookers. Some of these people were residents of Samsara City, but most of them were warriors who came from hell.
"These are the Blood Prison Army of the Imperial Dynasty?" a martial artist whispered, his expression a little solemn.
Although the cultivation level of these blood prison armies is not terrifying, when millions of blood prison armies gather together, their momentum is enough to defeat the oppression of the martial arts realm.
Although the whispers continued, the surroundings still seemed very quiet.
Dead silence can always bring inexplicable oppression, until the moment the sun rises. The melodious sound of war drums sounds and echoes. Boom! Boom! Boom!
This loud war drum stopped the whispers all around. Among the surging crowd, Lonely Min supported the white-haired Lonely Bai.
The former overlord was like the late sunset, and there was no trace of the fierceness that a warrior should have on Lone Bai's face, but more of a gentle look.
Looking at the million-blood prison army, Lone Beibei took a breath and murmured: "It's only been a few months, and hell has a completely new look, not bad!"
With a pursed smile, Lonely Minyu gently patted Lonely Bai's back with her hand, and said with a smile: "Father, don't worry about this hellish thing, just let big brother and the others take care of it!"
"All hells, only my bloody hell!" Millions of lions looked up to the sky and roared, deafening.
Lonely Min and Lonely Bei couldn't help but raise their heads and look to the sky. In the rolling clouds and mist, there was a burst of clashing sounds of gold and iron.
Bang! Bang! The heaven and earth trembled in vain, and the moment the clouds and mist shattered, the figures of Wandao Gundam emerged, woo!
The dragons and horses neighed, and a blood prison soldier wearing black armor sat on a tall dragon horse, carrying a giant sword, and rode over.
The overwhelming murderous intent permeated these Blood Prison Army, and even the void could not bear the trampling of the dragons and horses. Tens of thousands of cavalry came through the space with a huge momentum, which immediately attracted the attention of millions of Blood Prison Army and onlookers.
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"The vast hell, only my blood prison!" Millions of blood prison soldiers roared, their fiery eyes fixed on these blood prison soldiers riding on dragon horses. Among the millions of blood prison soldiers, only these blood prison soldiers
Only the prison army has this honor, which represents glory and status!
With great momentum, the appearance of these ten thousand cavalrymen immediately shocked the entire audience. The dragon horse alone possessed the strength of the Soul Martial Realm, not to mention the blood prison army of all Soul Martial Realm.
"Even in the heyday of Lonely City, it could only manage to scrape together thousands of dragons and horses. The emperor is so generous!" To unify hell, the resources in the hands of the Blood Prison Dynasty are beyond what Lonely Defeat can imagine.
Thousands of cavalry rode forward on horseback, riding through the broken turbulence and landing on the God of War platform. The pitch-black armor was penetrated by a biting light.
Whoosh! The sharp whistle of swords sounded, and tens of thousands of cavalrymen drew their swords. The huge sword shadows brought up sword winds, dispelling the turbulence in the space.
Looking at the menacing cavalry, gasps sprung up from below like bamboo shoots after rain.
"When did the dynasty establish such a popular team?" A series of admiration sounds sounded around the War God Stage, and the eyes of many warriors showed a look of yearning.
A few days ago, the old man who claimed that his son was in the Blood Prison Army stood up again and said loudly: "Sword Cavalry, Blood Emperor Liu Dong once used tens of thousands of sword cavalry to massacre more than twenty second-rate sects. It was once rumored that these sword cavalry can be used
The power of dragons and horses is integrated into their own sword power. At the same time, these sword cavalry only need a few breaths of time to form a spirit-killing sword formation. With the best record, more than a hundred sword cavalry have killed more than a dozen spirit warriors!"
"Old man, these should be the secrets of the imperial dynasty, how do you know?" The words of the white-haired old man immediately aroused everyone's admiration, and everyone looked at the swordsman with even more intense eyes.
"Have you seen that stunned boy? He is an old and unfilial son!" The white-haired old man said quite proudly. After saying this, everyone burst into compliments.
Hiss! The neighing of the dragons and horses suddenly stopped, and the swordsmen and cavalry formed a square formation, motionless.
A chilling feeling filled the stage of the God of War, and at this moment, bright sword lights emerged from the turbulent flow of space, tearing apart the turbulent flow of space.
Clothed in white as snow, a famous swordsman appeared out of the air, his expression as calm as ever.
Compared to the previous sword cavalry, these swordsmen lacked the monstrous killing intent, and had more of a sharp aura that swordsmen should have.
Just over a thousand swordsmen were enough to withstand the momentum of ten thousand cavalry. They passed by with their swords, and the dragons and horses even let out a mournful cry.
"Old man, who are these people?" A man whispered, staring at these swordsmen.
"Sword Emperor Camp, I followed Sword Emperor Xiao Ziyun and killed countless spiritual warriors!" The old man's tone became extremely respectful. It was rumored that Sword Emperor Xiao Ziyun used three hundred white robes to chase down three martial arts masters for thousands of miles and kill them on his horse.
Down.
The appearance of the Sword Cavalry and the Sword Emperor Battalion meant that the military parade had officially begun. Immediately afterwards, another group of Blood Prison troops appeared. Their terrifying strength and bone-chilling murderous intent completely shocked the onlookers, who were originally worried about the Blood Prison.
The martial arts masters who were quite disdainful of the dynasty also looked squarely at the Blood Prison Dynasty. Until the last three thousand Blood Prison troops appeared, the whole place fell into a dead silence.
His pupils narrowed slightly, and there was an unconcealable shock in Lone Bai's eyes: "There are more than 3,000 people in the Lingwu realm, although most of them have just stepped into the Lingwu realm!"
The blood-colored robes seemed to be dyed with blood. More than 3,000 Blood Prison soldiers looked down at the millions of lions below, and stepped onto the God of War platform under the gaze of everyone.
The Blood Prison Army that had previously set foot on the God of War Stage retreated, giving up the first place to this phalanx.
"The Moon God Camp actually exists. It is rumored that every one of the Blood Prison Army of the Moon God Camp has the cultivation level of the Spiritual Martial Realm and is determined!" The tone of the white-haired old man was trembling. The appearance of this team was not only
It shocked the old man and everyone present.
Forming a formation, the more than 3,000 Blood Prison troops did not say a word, but all looked at the throne in the center of the God of War Platform with fiery eyes.
The whole place fell silent, and there were no more whispers. They were waiting for the arrival of someone, the Blood Hell Emperor!
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