A cold light flashed, and he stood facing the wind, with terrifying sword intention flowing on the upright sword body.
On the bloody hilt, two words stand out: Proud of the world!
Just these two words made it difficult for Ye Chen to look away. He could not forget this sword.
Boom! The heaven and earth roared, and a terrifying soul force surged out of Ye Chen, covering the heavens and bringing huge oppression.
Below, the numerous restrictions could not withstand the pressure of Ye Chen's soul and directly shattered.
The selected tribesmen of the Martial Gods who were trapped among them escaped one after another, but they could not bear the pressure and retreated one after another.
"Fat man, Humanity!" Ye Chen murmured. In this world, he noticed two extremely weak auras, which were the auras left by Fatty Xiao and Humanity.
Kaka! The frost shattered, and An Xianghou's body was like a kite with broken strings, falling backwards and hitting the collapsed rocks. His face was pale and his eyes were blurry.
In just a few breaths, An Xianghou's soul was shattered and his vitality was lost.
An Xianghou felt astonished. He had already stepped into the gate of hell, but was pulled back.
"Where is the owner of this sword?" The cold and biting voice fell slowly. An Xianghou raised his eyes and met the dark eyes. He wanted to sneer, but he couldn't help but whispered: "Yesterday, Xinling
You will take this man to hell!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows in vain, "Hell?"
"My benefactor, do you know that brave man?" An old man walked out of the ruins. His long pale hair was covered in blood, but his eyes were piercing.
"Yeah!" Ye Chen nodded slightly, walked forward a few steps, held the Proud World Sword with one hand, felt the cold touch from the Proud World Sword, and said in a low voice: "What happened here?"
The old man sighed slightly, looked around at the piles of corpses, and said in a deep voice: "The unknown leader took us to escape from the Daqian Empire a month ago. We settled here and waited for our benefactor, but unexpectedly yesterday, Wei Guo
The soldiers discovered our traces, and more than a million Wei soldiers, under the leadership of Xinlinghou, silently imprisoned this world. The unknown leader and the leader Huan Bingyun joined forces, and neither of them was the opponent of Xinlinghou.
, a strong man holding this sword appeared, and the three of them joined forces. They were all defeated at the hands of Marquis Xinling!"
"Marquis Xinling?" Even though it was just a few months ago, Ye Chen had heard about the reputation of Marquis Xinling in the Kingdom of Wei, and he was known as one of the four princes of Tiangang.
"In other words, Wuming and others were captured by the Xinling Marquis and taken to the Suowu Hell of Wei State?" Ye Chen said with a slight sinking heart.
"Yeah!" The old man nodded heavily and said helplessly.
"What about the future?" Looking at the figure swaying below, Ye Chen didn't see the familiar figure, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Hearing this, the old man's eyes dimmed in vain, and he raised his trembling fingers, pointing to the end of the world, and said bitterly: "Marquis Xinling escorted the three unknown leaders to hell, while Future Nannizi and the rest of the tribe were escorted to the imperial capital!
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"The Imperial Capital of Wei!" Ye Chen's face finally changed. The emperors of various countries imprisoned more than a million prisoners and killed them, not just to force him to show up.
"These people move through the Void Sword Formation. At this moment, in the future, they have been escorted to the Imperial Capital!" The old man sighed heavily. Whether it was the Suowu Hell of Wei State or the Imperial Capital, in his opinion, they were both dragon pools and tiger dens.
There is endless murder inside.
It is definitely not comparable to the Daqian Imperial Capital and Suowu Hell in the past. Therefore, in the eyes of these Martial God Chosen Tribes, the tribesmen escorted to the Imperial Capital will never return, even Wuming.
"Your Excellency, if you take me as a hostage and go to the imperial capital, you may be able to exchange for several Martial God Chosen clans!" An Xianghou's eyes moved slightly and he said with a smile, but there was a chill in the depths of his eyes.
Kaka! The snowflakes fell down and landed on An Xianghou. In an instant, An Xianghou turned into an ice sculpture again.
The cold wind blew in, like a real sword light. Tens of thousands of ice sculptures were broken into pieces, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. Even An Xianghou was the same.
Ta-ta-ta! The ice cubes made a crisp sound as they fell to the ground. Ye Chen slowly raised his head and pressed his left hand into the void. A stream of life appeared above the corpse and condensed in Ye Chen's palm.
"The Imperial Capital of Wei State, Suowu Hell!" Turning around, Ye Chen said to Fei Yu: "Do you know the location of Suowu Hell of Wei State?"
"Suowu Hell?" Fei Yu had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and said with a slight tremor in his voice: "Master, are you going to Suowu Hell?"
"Do you know the location?" Ye Chen asked impatiently.
Hearing this, Feiyu's heart suddenly sank, and he said helplessly: "I know the location, but Master, this Suowu Hell is a forbidden area of the Wei Kingdom. There are countless strong people in it, and there are more than a million troops to suppress it. It can be said in the words of a tiger's den and a wolf's den." It’s not an exaggeration.”
"It is rumored that Marquis Xinling was entrusted by successive Wei emperors to personally suppress the Suowu Hell. Compared with Jing Ke and others, the strength of Marquis Xinling is even more unfathomable. Master, you cannot take this risk!"
Feiyu quickly tried to dissuade him, but before he could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by Ye Chen's cold voice, "Lead the way!"
Looking directly at Gujing Wubo's eyes, Feiyu shuddered and did not dare to say anything. His expression changed in vain, as if he was looking forward to death: "Grandma, even if the Suowu Hell is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, Feiye will have to do it today." Let’s go on a adventure with the master!”
Having said that, Fei Yu was extremely miserable in his heart. Grandma, he had just escaped from the tiger's den and was about to enter the wolf's den again. Why was Fei Ye's life so miserable?
"We are willing to follow our benefactor and go to the Martial Locking Hell together!" The old man who had spoken out before, as well as the rest of the chosen tribe of Martial Gods, all spoke out one after another.
Hearing this, Ye Chen shook his head slightly and left a sentence: "You guys find a place to hide first. When I break the Suowu Hell, I will let Wuming come to find you!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen came out with the Aoshi Sword, and his overwhelming killing intent surged out of his body. Although he didn't know why Fatty Xiao appeared in Tiangang, Ye Chen knew that if Marquis Xinling dared to touch Fatty, he would Thousands of corpses of the Wei State were laid down, and rivers of blood flowed.
"Let's go!" Ye Chen said coldly. With a wave of his hand, thousands of thunders roared and fell down, forming a phantom of a thousand-foot thunder dragon.
With a wave of Ye Chen's hand, Fat Fish, Heavenly Dao, and Hungry Ghost Dao all stood on top of it. The phantom of the thunder dragon turned into a stream of light and disappeared between heaven and earth with a loud thunder.
"Marquis Xinling, if you touch him, even if the Emperor of Wei shows up, he won't be able to save you!"
Standing on the phantom of the thunder dragon, Ye Chen was dressed in white and moving in the wind, with a cold light flashing in his dark eyes.
...
The Kingdom of Wei is within the Suowu Hell.
The layout of the entire hell is somewhat different from that of Daqian's Suowu Hell. Eighteen extremely mysterious restrictions divide the entire Suowu Hell space into eighteen levels and eighteen levels of hell.
In each level of hell, there are countless Wei soldiers suppressing it, and countless warrior gods and tribes are imprisoned on its historic locking frame.
However, the further you go, the smaller the number of the Martial God Chosen Clan on the Locking Martial Rack, but their cultivation becomes more and more powerful.
In the eighteenth level of hell, dark cold lights formed one after another, reflecting the blood-red sky.
It was an empty place, but only a few figures were restrained on the densely packed locking racks.
Fatty Xiao, Wu Ming, and Huan Bingyun were all chained to it, and the cold and sharp chains penetrated their collarbones.
Blood flowed down the chain, but the three of them were completely unaware of it.
While being locked on the martial arts rack, Fatty Xiao had a smile in his eyes. After chatting with Wuming, he received a surprising piece of news.
"He's not dead. He's really not dead. Even Emperor Yan can't kill him!"
Fatty Xiao was roaring in his heart, but his expression was extremely calm as he looked at this strange space.
In this level of hell, besides Fatty Xiao and the other three, there is another figure.
In addition, there are several corpses hanging on some locking racks, and there is always a sense of coercion flowing from the corpses. Although their bodies have fallen, their wills are integrated into the corpses.
The only remaining figure is located right in front of Fatty Xiao, an extremely enchanting woman. Her bloody dress cannot hide her graceful figure. Her dark eyes are like magnificent beads, revealing a strange color.
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Inside this enchanting body, Fatty Xiao felt a terrifying oppression, which was even stronger than the oppression imposed on him by Wuming and Huan Bingyun.
"Geez, no one has come to this level of hell for a long time!" The woman's bright eyes revealed a strange color, and her gaze swept over Fatty Xiao, Wuming and others, "A man at the top of the world of martial arts,
The two condensed the original body, tsk tsk, Wei Wuji’s messy handiwork is so big, geez!”