Only the unchanging color of death and the screams that echoed from time to time...
The fishy wind blew slowly across the empty martial arts rack, bringing with it waves of crisp whining sounds.
After being silent for a long time, Wuming finally couldn't suppress his inner curiosity and asked aloud: "Are you Chi You? Demon Emperor Chi You?"
After saying that, Wu Mingqi stared straight at Chi You, waiting for Chi You's response.
Hearing this, Chi You slowly opened his eyes, a trace of reminiscence appeared in the depths of his bright and long eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Is there anyone in this world who dares to call him Chi You?"
The words that seemed to be self-deprecating were full of domineering charm. Meeting those bright eyes, Wuming shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, there is only one person who dares to call himself Chi You, the Demon Emperor Chi You!"
Saying this, a rare look of respect appeared on Wuming's face, and he said in a low voice: "Junior Wuming, I have met senior Chi You!"
"Junior Huan Bingyun, I have met senior Chi You!" Huan Bingyun, who was silent, also spoke, rarely using honorifics.
"Gee, it seems that the world has not forgotten me, Chi You!" The woman smiled softly, her smile as bright as a flower.
"Demon Emperor Chi You?" Fatty Xiao was not born in Yaogang's clan of the God of War. This was the first time he heard the word Demon Emperor Chi You.
"If Chi You doesn't die, Yaogang will be destroyed. If Chi You dies, there will be tens of thousands of corpses!"
Wuming murmured softly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, this sentence was very popular among the Martial God Chosen Clan. However, as more and more Martial God Chosen Clan died, many Martial God Chosen Clan have forgotten this sentence.
Upon hearing this, Chi You chuckled.
"Demon Emperor Chi You!" Fatty Xiao repeated it again, looking at Wuming without concealing the curiosity in his heart.
Seeing this, Wuming glanced at Chi You in particular, and then spoke, recounting the bloody history of the past.
Demon King Chiyou, more than a thousand years ago, many evildoers were born among the tribe chosen by the God of War.
Chi You's tribe only numbered more than 500,000 people, so they were vulnerable in front of the Yaogang Kingdoms.
However, such a tribe, under the leadership of Chi You, actually destroyed several Yaogang empires, and even caused a joint attack by dozens of Yaogang empires. In the end, Wei, one of the seven Yaogang kingdoms, came forward to eradicate this tribe.
Although the tribe was destroyed, the name of the Demon King Chi You spread throughout Yaogang.
After just a few words, Fatty Xiao was already immersed in it, and he couldn't help but picture the magnificent scene in his mind, the scene of hundreds of thousands of Martial God's chosen tribes fighting bloody battles against Yaogang's tens of millions of troops. Dressed in blood, wherever he passed,
Blood flowed like a river, and many strong men in Yaogang were frightened. The thin red lips pursed a beautiful curve, and Chi You listened with a smile on his face, as if the person in the nameless words was not her.
After finishing speaking, Wuming sighed slightly and said with some regret: "After that battle, everyone in the world thought that the Demon Emperor Chi You had fallen. The Yaogang warriors caroused for seven days, and the God of War chose his clan with regrets!"
Having said this, Wuming's gloomy eyes gradually brightened, "It's just that no one in the world would have thought that Demon Emperor Chi You has not fallen!"
Staring at Chi You with burning eyes, Wuming looked a little excited.
"Although he has not fallen, he is trapped here. Living is hell. What is the difference between death and death?" Chi You laughed at himself.
"As long as you persist, there will eventually be hope of getting out of trouble!" Fatty Xiao calmed down and said softly.
"Hope of escape!" Chi You glanced at the surrounding locking frames with a slightly sad look. Corpses were hanging on them, and they were blown by the fishy wind. The corpses gently knocked on the locking frames, making a crisp ding-dong sound.
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"Some people have said this for more than a thousand years, some people have said this for more than a hundred years, and some people have said this even decades ago!" Chi You's eyebrows were slightly curved, and his eyes narrowed into a line: "It's just that those people said this
Either become white bones, or become a giant beast in the starry sky. Haha, sometimes endless hope is also a kind of despair!"
Chi You's voice contained a touch of self-mockery that made people feel sad. The clansmen who had fought with her in Yaogang were all trapped here, but now they have turned into a wisp of loess in the world, and everything has become empty.
Hearing this, Wuming and Huan Bingyun both lowered their heads slightly. They had also experienced the despair that seemed like hope.
"For endless years, I have persevered until now. If the seniors didn't have hope in their hearts, how could they have persevered until now!" Fatty Xiao raised a harmless smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like lightning, staring straight into the distance.
The majestic sword tower said very firmly: "I hope there will be, as long as he is here!"
A figure in white clothes appeared in front of his eyes. Fatty Xiao clenched his hands tightly. If he saw the Proud World Sword, he would find it one day. For this, Fatty Xiao was extremely determined.
After hearing these words, Wuming and Huan Bingyun suddenly raised their heads, their expressions no longer as decadent as before.
"He?" Chi You asked, "Who is he?"
"The incarnation of hope, the endorsement of miracles!" Fatty Xiao said softly.
"More than a million Wei soldiers, countless strong men, and many restrictions. Countless strong men tried to break through this place, but none of them survived. They all fell!" Chi You shook his head and said: "No one can create miracles in hell. Here is
Hell without miracles, Yaotang of despair!"
"He can do it!" The one who spoke this time was Wuming, whose face covered with sword marks was full of fanaticism, and his eyes were even more piercing. He said hoarsely: "Hell is the paradise where he creates miracles. He once used
With the power of his body, he cut off the chain of arms. He once destroyed a million troops with one force, led 30,000 prisoners, and broke through hell. With one force, he went to Daqian Dynasty alone, killed the princes, and defeated the Supreme Emperor of Daqian.
Now, kill the Daqian Emperor!"
Wuming's tone trembled every time he said a word: "In the face of the encirclement and assassination of Jing Ke of Yan State, Zhao Kuo of Zhao State, and the Grand Emperor of Daqian, I will also kill the Grand Emperor of Daqian!"
"With one incoming force, let the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao issue a killing order during the Warring States Period. Under the siege of many strong men, fight Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo alone and kill them!"
"There will be a miracle here!" Until the end, the nameless voice was trembling.
Hearing this, Chi You frowned slightly, and there was a rare look of shock in the depths of his beautiful eyes. All the descendants of the Martial God's Chosen Tribe had this kind of thing.
Even Fatty Xiao had a look of surprise on his face and immediately chuckled. Some people are like this. No matter where he goes, he is always the most dazzling and no one can cover up his brilliance. In the God of War, he is like this.
Yaogang, so is he.
However, Chi You shook his head again and said: "If he really has such strength, I hope he will not step into this hell!"
"Why?" Fatty Xiao asked, and he understood immediately: "Senior Chi You, are you afraid that he will perish here?"
"Zhao Kuo of Zhao State and Jing Ke of Yan State are indeed powerful, but they are still far behind Wei Wuji!"
Having said this, Chi You sighed heavily, with a hint of helplessness in his magnificent eyes, and looked at Wu Ming, saying: "Wei Wuji suppressed this place, but where are his disciples?"
"The number of strong men here far exceeds your imagination!" Chi You sighed quietly, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Hearing this, Wuming's eyes darkened slightly. He knew that what Chi You said was true. The fourth son of Yaogang was famous in Yaogang, not only because of the strength of the four disciples, but mostly because the four disciples had countless disciples.
They are like clouds. And the Emperor of Wei ordered Wei Wuji to guard the hell, and his disciples would inevitably follow. It can be said that Wei Wuji's disciples are distributed in the eighteen levels of hell, and there are many strong ones among them. Wuming sighed slightly,
At this moment, he was also a little worried, hoping that his benefactor would not come looking for him.
Only Fatty Xiao's eyesight has become brighter every day. He can understand that there are not many people in the world who can understand Ye Chen, and Fatty Xiao is one of them. If he comes, it means that he is absolutely sure.
"He has never let me down!" Looking at the bloody sky, Fatty Xiao murmured softly, then closed his eyes to resist the scarlet thunder flowing in his body.
Inside the sword tower, Marquis Xinling, who was cultivating, opened his eyes in vain. He heard what Fatty Xiao was saying word for word.
A sneer appeared on his excessively fair face, and Marquis Xinling murmured: "The incarnation of hope, the spokesperson of miracles, before me, I am nothing!"
"I hope you can find this place. I will not refuse any prey!"
The empty sword pavilion echoed with the chuckle of Lord Xinling. Outside the sword pavilion, countless scarlet thunders lingered in the sky, filling the air with terrifying pressure, making Yao Se even more gloomy.