The first thousand four hundred and seventy-eighth chapter is proud of the world, sweeping hell
"Why is this puppet in his hands?" Xinlinghou frowned slightly, staring at the familiar figure, feeling a little uneasy.
A few months ago, he handed this puppet to Wei Wuyang, the Marquis of Wei Yang.
"Could that idiot Wei Wuyang take this puppet to a trading company in exchange for the Killing Pill?"
"Go back and find that idiot. Tens of millions of killing pills can be exchanged for this puppet, idiot!"
Marquis Xinling murmured in his heart, his eyes fixed on the figure dressed in white in the picture.
There seemed to be a rain of blood falling from the sky, and a man dressed in white was floating in the rain of blood.
The surging Wei soldiers fell in this rain of blood without any struggle.
The light of vitality flashed in the rain of blood and condensed in Ye Chen's palm.
Killing the Wei soldiers was like a piece of grass. Ye Chen's face was indifferent and emotionless, without any change.
Different positions, Ye Chen never showed any mercy.
Lifting his eyes, Ye Chen looked at the more blood-red sky, his eyes changed slightly, "Marquis Xinling, aren't you going to take action?"
The breeze rolled out and passed through the tenth level of hell, like a real sword. Wherever the breeze passed, the soldiers of Wei State fell one after another, and blood flowed out from all over their bodies, covered with swords.
There were no traces of it. And the seemingly sturdy chain broke when the breeze blew by.
The further you go down, the smaller the number of selected warriors imprisoned in hell, but the more powerful their cultivation levels become.
It was not until there were no more survivors of the Wei soldiers in the hell that Ye Chen turned around and left a message: "Out of hell, there will be people to the west to meet you!"
The restrictions became more and more terrifying, but Ye Chen still broke them with one sword.
In the eleventh level of hell, the fishy wind is blowing slowly. Hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers are ready to fight, with blood-red armor and terrifying and ferocious bones and horses.
This army is like an army from hell, with an extremely powerful aura flowing from each body.
The first general held a spear and stared motionlessly at the sky above. The news that the unworthy people had broken through the hell had already spread. Preparations had been made for the next several levels of hell.
"A lowly citizen dares to be so arrogant. I really think we have no one in the Wei Dynasty!"
The gun pointed at the sky, and a majestic momentum emerged from the general's body. His aura was obviously that of the martial arts realm.
At this moment, a space ripple slowly appeared in the sky. Three figures appeared in it. The leader was a figure dressed in white like snow.
Seeing these three figures, the spear in the general's hand immediately shot out, like a swimming dragon, setting off a terrifying wave of heaven and earth rules. It went straight to Ye Chen, and at the same time, accompanied by the general's roar: "The whole army charges,
Ten Thousand Arrows Blood Front Formation, crush this person!"
Before he finished speaking, blood-colored shadows shot out, densely packed like a tide, and they were all arrows filled with terrifying power.
At a glance, the whole world is riddled with holes.
Looking calmly at the roaring gun shadow, Ye Chen walked forward calmly, "A martial arts warrior finally appeared!"
After taking several steps in succession, when he was less than ten feet away from the shadow of the gun, Ye Chen raised his left hand and pressed it gently into the void, "Bing Jue!"
With the magical power of ice, strands of coldness surged out, filling the space between heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, the whole world was white. Whether it was the shadow of the gun or the dense arrows, they were all frozen. The meaning contained in them was frozen.
The power collapsed one after another.
Looking down at the Wei soldiers below, Ye Chen had a smile on his lips: "The eleventh level of hell is about to break. Lord Xinling, you are really patient!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen swung his left hand down, a clicking sound suddenly sounded, and the frozen spears and arrows turned around and shot down.
Hiss! The general of Wei State took a breath, maintained the formation, and shouted: "Don't mess up the formation of the whole army, keep the firepower output!"
Poof! Just as the Wei general finished speaking, a dragon spear appeared and penetrated his head, causing blood to splash wildly.
Whoosh! Arrows rained down from the sky, and the Wei soldiers below were unable to react in time and fell into a pool of blood one after another.
The screams were endless, and the Martial God Xuanzu who was imprisoned on the martial arts rack looked at this scene with a shocked expression, "Dead, all of them are dead!"
At the same time, in the eighteenth level of hell, Fatty Xiao and Wuming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and even Chi You's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of splendor.
Seeing the tragic death of these Wei soldiers, Xinlinghou's expression did not change, but a smile appeared on his face, "It is just with my hands that we can get rid of these uncontrolled soldiers!"
Suowu Hell is a forbidden area for the empire, and it seems that the Emperor has high hopes for it. However, Marquis Xinling understands that the Emperor is afraid of him and sent him here. Even if he has been guarding Hell for more than a hundred years, he has not been able to guard it.
This army of hell has never really been in his hands. There are many chess pieces of the Wei Emperor placed in this army to supervise the Marquis of Xinling. It is extremely common among all countries to have great achievements that shake the master. "
Therefore, Marquis Xinling can watch leisurely and contentedly that his disciples are all concentrated in the seventeenth level of hell. As long as these disciples are not in trouble, he will not feel heartache.
Killing in all directions, Ye Chen was as powerful as a bamboo, smashing the restrictions in hell with overwhelming force, crushing the Wei soldiers who were blocking the front one by one.
No matter it was the sword formation formed by the army or the siege by many strong men, they could not stop Ye Chen's pace.
When Ye Chen appeared in the sixteenth level of hell, Fatty Xiao moved his eyes away from the picture above, stared at Marquis Xinling with deep meaning, and said in a low voice: "You can really hold your breath!"
"Haha, when you are in the position of a hunter, you can also hold your breath!" Staring closely at the figure in white, Xinlinghou's eyes were calm: "Although the prey is strong, the initiative is always in the hands of the hunter!
"Having said this, Xinlinghou's eyes were slightly lowered, his feather fan was slightly pointed at Fatty Xiao and the other three, and he chuckled: "The value of this prey is far higher than all of you, and can even be compared to the best prey like Chi You. It's really shocking.
expect!"
"Are you so confident that you can capture him?" Chiyou smiled with his slender, white and tender jade neck straightened, and looked directly at Marquis Xinling with a smile.
"It's still the same sentence as before, killing this man is as easy as slaughtering a dog!" Marquis Xinling took a step forward, and suddenly appeared next to Chi You, with his head slightly lowered, close to Chi You, next to Chi You's ear
He said with a faint smile: "You have been observing me secretly for decades, haven't you seen my strength? Moreover, sometimes, one's own cultivation is not the key to victory or defeat. Tsk tsk, my trump card is not Chi You.
It’s conceivable!”
"Then I will wait and see. There have been quite a few boats capsized in the gutter throughout the ages!"
Exhaling like blue, Chi You smiled and said, but his smile was as cold as ice to the bone, especially the murderous intent in his eyes, which was not concealed at all.
"This kind of thing will never happen to me. I am not like those idiots!"
Turning around, Xinlinghou walked towards the sword tower. The thunder surrounding him immediately roared, followed closely, "Hou Ying, Zhu Hai, I leave the seventeenth level of hell to you!"
Its sound was like the roar of thousands of thunders, breaking through the sky and resounding throughout the seventeenth level of hell.
Hou Ying and Zhu Hai are the most powerful of Xinlinghou's retainers, and they are also the ones most valued by Xinlinghou.
In the seventeenth level of hell, the sky is like blood, and the high platforms made of corpses are extremely eye-catching.
On the high platform, there are thousands of figures standing, and their bodies are all filled with the aura of the strong.
Among these thousands of people, two figures were the leaders. These two people were Hou Ying and Zhu Hai as mentioned by Marquis Xinling.
Among them, there is an elegant counselor with a graceful demeanor and a jade crown on his head. His eyes sometimes flash with the light of wisdom, which is Hou Ying, and the other one who has a hateful face and a fierce look is Zhu Hai.
There are thousands of diners, headed by these two people.
Around the high platform, there are many locking martial arts frames. On the densely packed locking martial arts frames, only ten members of the Martial God Chosen Clan are imprisoned, and their bodies are all flashing with the pressure of martial arts.
The voice of Marquis Xinling hovered in the sky, causing a series of roars.
Looking at the sky like stagnant water, Hou Ying narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Since Lord Hou has left this matter to us, we must capture this person, and with Zhu Hai as the leader, we will lay down the crazy demon array!
"
"The Mad Demon Array of All Heavens!" Zhu Hai raised his angry eyebrows slightly and said with some disapproval: "Just because a lowly citizen went to war to set up the Mad Demon Array of All Heavens, it would be a bit of a fuss!"
"Making a fuss out of a molehill! Zhu Hai, this person cannot be underestimated. He broke through sixteen levels of hell in a row. This strength alone is enough to impress us!"
Hearing this, Zhu Hai still nodded and said: "Anyway, what you say, Lao Hou, is usually right. Just listen to you!"
After speaking, Zhu Hai greeted the guests behind him. In an instant, bright sword pillars appeared over the high platform. The sword pillars were crisscrossed together, and huge shadows emerged in the sword pillars. These shadows were all
Transformed by martial arts will.
The guests headed by Zhu Hai stood up one after another and walked up to the sky. Their figures overlapped with these shadows, and a majestic force appeared.
Let the ten Martial Gods below choose their clan, each of them was horrified.
After a moment, the blood-red sky began to collapse, the void surged with turbulence, and a figure dressed in white stepped out of it.
Seeing this figure, Hou Ying shouted sharply: "Zhu Hai, start the formation!"