Chapter 1402: The God of Death who came back from hell
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Snow-white bones are piled up to form the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. Even if the scorching sunlight hits the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, it cannot hide the biting coldness.
Condescendingly, Marquis Bian Yuan stared at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones and whispered: "Something happened in Suowu Hell!"
"Is something really happening?" Marquis Anyang followed the gaze of Marquis Bianyuan and asked in surprise.
"Prisoners are escorted to hell on this day every month, but no one comes from hell!" Marquis Bian Yuan still had half a sentence left to say. He felt an extremely oppressive trend inside the Gate of Bones.
This general trend does not belong to Daqian. Bianyuan Hou Jian’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled and he said in a low voice: “Pass this order, one hundred thousand scouts will go to Suowu Hell, and the rest of the army will set up the Suowu Sword Formation in front of the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones!”
"No!" The general stood up and ran straight to the military camp below like a rainbow.
"What will happen in Suowu Hell?" Anyang Hou asked.
"The most likely possibility is that there was a riot in Suowu Hell, but I don't know the extent of the riot?" Bianyuan Hou said casually: "It seems that the extent of the riot is quite strong, but it doesn't matter. Once I fight a million-strong army, If you step into hell, you can easily suppress those prisoners!" Bianyuan Hou has been guarding the Quelong Plain for several years and has experienced several riots. This incident has become commonplace.
Hearing this, Anyang Hou did not take this matter to heart, but said with regret: "It seems that I will not be able to enjoy those virgin delicacies tonight, what a pity!"
"A mere prisoner's riot can be suppressed in half a day!" Marquis Bianyuan said with a chuckle: "It's rare for Marquis Anyang to come to the Longping Plain. How can I neglect it!"
At the end of the sentence, both Anyang Hou and Bian Yuan Hou chuckled.
"Something happened to the Marquis!" The general who had just left not long ago boarded the sword pavilion again, his face extremely gloomy.
"What's going on?" Marquis Bian Yuan asked impatiently. He was still disturbed by such a trivial matter in Suowu Hell.
"One hundred thousand scouts were almost wiped out after they entered the Suowu Hell. Only two soldiers managed to escape!"
"According to what these two people confessed, all the soldiers stationed in the Locking Martial Hell were killed, and 40,000 prisoners were freed from the shackles of the Locking Martial Frame and were heading towards the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones!"
The general's voice had a slight tremor, and he still couldn't believe the news. The prisoners in hell actually got rid of the shackles of the martial arts frame, and even killed the million-strong army guarding hell.
Regarding this sudden news, Bian Yuanhou could no longer maintain his initial composure, his eyes showed shock, "Is this news reliable?"
"It's absolutely true, I'm afraid those prisoners will step out of the Suowu Hell in a few moments. Lord Marquis, how should we deal with it?" the young general said hastily, but such a thing has never happened before.
"Suppression, a million troops went to hell to suppress these prisoners!" Bian Yuanhou said coldly.
"I will personally lead the army and inform the city lords of other cities about this matter, asking them to lead the army here!"
Being able to annihilate a million-strong army in just a few days, Bianyuan Hou also realized the seriousness of this matter. Even though a million-strong army was wiped out, it was not known what the situation of Yong Guanhou's three guys were.
"Bianyuan Marquis, I'll let you go and have a look!" Looking at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, which is more than a hundred feet high, Anyang Marquis chuckled. He wanted to see what kind of prisoner could kill millions of people in the empire. The army.
"Thanks to the help of Marquis Anyang, I will keep this friendship in mind!" Seeing Marquis Anyang speak, Marquis Bianyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Suowu Hell is a forbidden area of the empire, and there is no room for error!" Marquis Anyang said with a chuckle.
Woo woo! Melodic horn sounds sounded over the plains, and the war flags swept out. Holding bloody spears, more than a million troops gathered in front of the Gate of Bones like a tide. Orderly.
Marquis Bianyuan and Marquis Anyang stepped out of the air and saw the neat formation below. Marquis Anyang sighed softly: "It is said that Marquis Bianyuan is good at running the army. It is indeed remarkable when I see it today!"
"Marquis Anyang is overjoyed!" Marquis Bianyuan chuckled, looking at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. The scorching sunlight fell on it, but bursts of coldness spread over the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. Along with a wave of
The pungent smell of blood.
Marquis Anyang stared at the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, his oppressive aura getting stronger and stronger, "These prisoners are not simple and should not be underestimated!"
"With millions of imperial troops, and you and I joining forces, we are going to suppress a mere 40,000 prisoners, and we can't catch them easily!" Bian Yuanhou said coldly, with a bone-chilling murderous intent on his pale body.
The fishy wind blew slowly, bringing with it a sense of murder and fluttering the battle flags.
The auras of more than a million troops gathered in the sky, forming a majestic force that suppressed the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.
And in the Suowu Hell, deep in the magnificent palace, in front of the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, the figures of Ye Chen and others slowly appeared.
Tick tock! Tick tock! Blood was dripping from the corpses all over the ground. Ye Chen's eyes did not stop on these corpses, but fell directly on the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, and waves of forbidden waves flashed across it.
"You can leave the Suowu Hell after stepping through this Void Gate. In the outside world, there are at least one million soldiers guarding it!" The mere fluctuations of the restrictions could not resist Ye Chen's gaze. Ye Chen seemed to see the tide of hundreds of thousands of people.
Thousands of troops, and flying battle flags.
"Kill gods when we meet, kill Buddha when we meet Buddha, since fate has given us a pair of black eyes, then we will use these eyes to see through the end of darkness and tear Tiangang apart!"
Holding a blood-colored long bow in his hand, cold and piercing killing intent spread over Wuming's body. The sword marks all over his body looked extremely ferocious, and red lights flashed from time to time.
"Fate has given us a pair of black eyes and the noble blood of the Martial God!" Huan Bingyun said with a smile, "Being born in Tiangang or the Martial God is determined by fate. When we hold the sword in our hands, it is up to us to fight for the Martial God.
The one you choose will never regret it even if you die!"
Although Ye Chen used dozens of martial arts souls to spread a rain of life, Wuming and others recovered at most half of their strength. Forty thousand guardians faced an army of more than one million. With such a huge disparity in numbers, the four
There is a terrifying fighting spirit emerging from the bodies of more than 10,000 prisoners. This is a war for survival. They live to fight and wield their swords for survival.
The majestic fighting spirit filled the air, and the corpses that had existed for an unknown period of time were broken into pieces, turning into powder and flying into the air.
Sensing everyone's determination and fighting spirit, Ye Chen turned around, swept his eyes as calm as water over everyone present, and said softly: "
Today, we will return from hell, and Tiangang is our battlefield. Although our number is small now, soon, the sword in our hands will shock the entire Tiangang. One day, the battle flag of the God of War will fly in Tiangang.
Under the sunshine of the mainland! Today, these millions of soldiers are just the first step in becoming the souls under the sword like us!"
Looking at more than 40,000 pairs of eyes, Ye Chen said categorically: "In the past, living was a hell they gave us. Today, we will give Da Gan a hell!"
"Haha, we are the martial arts warriors who came back from hell!" Holding the hand of the future, Ye Chen walked forward with his sword, facing the pressure coming from the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones, stepping down with one step, and his figure suddenly disappeared among the ten thousand bones. In the Bone Gate.
"Fighting for survival, fighting for the rise of the God of War, this is why I have persisted for more than a hundred years!" Grasping the bloody long bow, Wuming followed Ye Chen.
Auras of varying strength permeated the depths of the palace, and more than 40,000 prisoners stepped into the Gate of Bones one after another.
The sound of breaking wind sounded in the changing light and dark of the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. The sound of breaking wind was extremely harsh in the sky above the dead plain. For a time, more than a million eyes fell on the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones.
Even the Marquis of Bianyuan and the Marquis of Anyang cast their gazes. The prisoner finally appeared. Today, an army of more than one million people suppressed them here. These prisoners were unable to fly.
Bloody figures flashed out from the Gate of Ten Thousand Bones. The cold swords tore through the scorching sunshine, and appeared in the sight of the generals. Counting them carefully, there were a total of 40,000 figures.
Dressed in blood-clothed clothes, with incomparable expressions of indifference and piercing murderous intent, most of the Daqian soldiers took a breath when looking at these flashing figures, their hearts palpitating at the auras flowing around Wuming and the others, even the Marquis of Bianyuan and Anyang. In this way, are these prisoners killing a million troops? Standing under the sun again after more than a hundred years, Wuming looked at the blue sky above, and finally swept away a million troops without any changes.
The eyes of the 40,000 prisoners dispersed to both sides, and their figures also retreated to both sides, forming a trail in the middle. At the end of the trail, a slightly thin figure was seen holding a little girl and walking out slowly. ........)
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