Under the blood-red sky, the snow-like white clothes are so eye-catching.
"Who are you!" A shout suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence between heaven and earth.
Almost at the same time, countless gazes came over, and the Wei soldiers all stared at Ye Chen with ferocious expressions.
The fishy wind blew slowly, dancing Ye Chen's long hair behind him.
With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen slowly raised his head, and his dark eyes were exposed to everyone's sight.
"Who am I?" Ye Chen murmured softly, stepped out, and turned the proud sword in his hand slightly, "Clang"
The sound of the sword's cry shook the heaven and the earth, and its rainbow-like sword energy overwhelmed the sky and the earth, while at the same time the killing intent filled the sky.
"Kill your people!" This extremely plain sentence fell in everyone's ears, but it was so arrogant.
"Despicable people!" Many Wei soldiers sneered. In decades, there have never been such arrogant and despicable people.
Hundreds of thousands of Martial Gods selected their clans, looking at this scene with blank expressions. Some elderly people sighed slightly, "After so many years, someone finally came to break the prison!"
"It's just that these eighteen levels of hell are so impregnable that even though countless strong men of our clan have fallen, they still can't break through!"
Most of the Martial God Chosen clans look a little numb. They should be ecstatic if someone saves them, but they have experienced too much despair in the past and they dare not look forward to it.
I hope that this weak figure in front of me can break through hell.
"Tsk, tsk, take action, capture this person alive, and imprison him in Suowu Hell!"
"Quack, let him taste the taste of hell later!"
"I'm tired of living a boring life. I have a rare guest, so I have to entertain him well!"
One after another sneers sounded all around, and the sword-wielding Wei soldiers came through the air, cutting off all Ye Chen's paths from all directions.
Buzz! He drew his sword and stood up. Tens of thousands of sword lights reflected the sky. Ye Chen was locked in a terrifying aura. As long as Ye Chen made the slightest move, a violent storm of attack was waiting for him.
Ye Chen looked around calmly. His eyes passed over the numerous figures and the martial arts frames all around. In this level of hell, he did not see Fatty Xiao.
"Not here?" Ye Chen's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his strong soul force rolled out, rolling the sword energy around him, forming a sword energy storm.
"Restrictions, a total of eighteen levels!" Under the penetration of the terrifying soul power, Ye Chen also noticed the extraordinary features of the Suowu Hell. There are a total of eighteen mysterious restrictions. The Suowu Hell is divided into eighteen areas.
, from top to bottom, "Is this the eighteenth level of hell?"
"Even the eighteenth level of hell cannot stop me!" Ye Chen said calmly, raising his sword. The sword energy and wind that penetrated the world suddenly condensed together to form a giant sword, which looked as if it was proud of the world.
An extension of the sword.
Looking at these ferocious Wei soldiers, Ye Chen was speechless. His sword shook slightly, and the giant sword swept out, causing a rain of blood all over the sky.
A sword flew across the air, sweeping in all directions.
The general trend formed by tens of thousands of Wei soldiers was defeated in one fell swoop.
Stepping out, Ye Chen walked towards the locking martial arts frame. Every time he took a step, the Proud World Sword in his hand shook, and the giant sword swept across. The unparalleled power and the surging rules of heaven and earth impacted the surrounding Wei soldiers.
No one can stop Ye Chen, not even tens of thousands of Wei soldiers, nor hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers.
Ten steps later, not a single Wei soldier survived in this level of hell.
Blood flowed like a river, dyeing the world even more red. There was no blood stain on the white clothes that looked like snow.
Hundreds of thousands of warrior gods selected tribes, looking at this scene with blank expressions, slightly unable to react. Are all these Wei soldiers dead?
The surrounding undulating rules of heaven and earth turned into the shadow of a sword, penetrating down and cutting off the martial chain, and the explosion of the clash of gold and iron could be heard endlessly.
In a matter of seconds, all these martial arts chains were broken.
After doing all this, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the damp and blood-red ground below, "This is the first level of hell, and below it is the second level of hell!"
"My benefactor, do you want the second level of hell ahead?" A warrior god asked softly: "We are willing to follow our benefactor to hell!"
"We are willing to go to hell with our benefactor!" Just after escaping from trouble, these chosen warriors were filled with murderous intent and their expressions were extremely ferocious.
"Unnecessary sacrifices are not worth it. Leave hell and follow the exit to the west. There will be people there to assist you!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, hundreds of feet above the ground.
With eyes like torches, Ye Chen stared closely at the ground below. On this thick land, he could detect the fluctuations of the restriction. Obviously, this land was the restriction, and this hell was divided into eighteen areas.
"Break this restriction, and you can enter the second level of hell!" Ye Chen murmured, and the Proud World Sword in his hand suddenly came out, spinning crazily, involving the rules of the world around him, like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
Falling straight down,
Boom! The earth shook in vain, and cracks spread out one after another. Until finally, the earth seemed to collapse, and a hole of a hundred feet wide was sunk in.
Buzz! Holding the Proud World Sword again, Ye Chen ignored the stunned Martial Gods around him. Holding the sword, his body was like a rainbow, he fell straight down and disappeared into the first level of hell.
The Heavenly Path and the Hungry Ghost Path followed closely behind, and the terrifying coercion pervading them made people feel heart-stopping.
The eighteenth level of hell, in the Baizhang Sword Pavilion.
Marquis Xinling, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. A look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then he sneered: "Is this person the target of the Warring States Period?"
"I killed the Emperor of Daqian, the Supreme Emperor of Daqian, Jing Ke, and Zhao Kuo with one person, and now I come to hell alone!"
"Tsk, tsk, if you are not extremely confident in your own strength, then you will be arrogant to the end."
There was a hint of chill in his magnificent eyes, and Marquis Xinling stepped out. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared outside the sword pavilion and above the locking martial arts frame.
Condescendingly, Lord Xinling looked down at Fatty Xiao and others, and chuckled: "Everyone, I have good news for you!"
Both Fatty Xiao and Chi You ignored Marquis Xinling and closed their eyes tightly.
Seeing this, Xinlinghou didn't take it seriously and continued: "The good news is that there is an arrogant guy coming with a sword to break through the Suowu Hell!"
Having said this, Marquis Xinling paused in vain and looked at the four people with a smile.
Sure enough, Fatty Xiao, Wuming and others suddenly opened their eyes, and their strong soul power rolled out. However, due to the existence of many restrictions, the soul power of these people could only penetrate into the tenth level of hell.
"Now that we've finished the good news, here's the bad news. Although this boy's strength is good, he's a bit unsatisfactory in my eyes. Killing him is as easy as slaughtering a dog!" Marquis Xinling said with a smile, showing extremely strong self-confidence in his words.
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"This is the Suowu Hell, the place where I am guarding. Not everyone can come here to act arrogant!"
Xinlinghou grabbed the feather fan with his overly slender right hand and waved it gently. In the blood-red sky, scarlet thunderbolts swimming together formed a strange scene. This scene was very similar to the scene in the second level of hell.
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The empty martial arts racks were filled with blood, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
Seeing this scene, Marquis Xinling was startled at first, "Not in the second level of hell?"
The feather fan waved again, and the pictures changed one after another, from the third level of hell, to the fourth level of hell, to the fifth level of hell, to the sixth level of hell, to the ninth level of hell, Ye Chen was never seen.
Instead, there were corpses all over the ground, and empty weapon racks appeared one after another.
It wasn't until the screen appeared on the tenth level of hell that Marquis Xinling and others saw some surging crowds. Hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers were like a surging tide, with swords and rainbows crisscrossing them, and they were all dressed in white and walking among them.
, wherever it passed, rain of blood rose one after another.
Seeing this figure in white, Fatty Xiao and others trembled.
"It seems that all the injuries from that battle have been healed!" Fatty Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his lips.
"Benefactor!" Wuming looked slightly moved, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.
"Is this person the descendant Wuming said?" A rare hint of curiosity appeared in his bright eyes, and Chi You's thin red lips pursed lightly.
Marquis Xinling stared straight at this figure, and he was a little surprised. In just a few dozen breaths, this person had already entered the tenth level of hell. Sure enough, he had some strength.
At the same time, two shadow-like figures followed closely behind the white-clothed figure.
When his eyes swept across the hungry ghost path, Marquis Xinling never moved away, "Why did this puppet appear in this person's hands?"