The emptiness of life and death hovers in the sky above hell.
Boom! A terrifying vortex appeared above Ye Chen, and endless energy of life and death poured into Ye Chen's body.
Wen Ran held his chin with his hands, blinked his beautiful eyes, and stared at Ye Chen intently.
"To condense the body that is the origin of life and death?"
"No, he just condensed the original body of fire and consolidated his own realm!"
Wen Ran was full of doubts, but did not say anything, for fear of interrupting Ye Chen's retreat.
In the deathly hell, there are no sun, moon, stars, no night and day, only the endless flow of life and death.
He didn't know how long it took, but Wen Ran felt that the pressure around him was getting stronger and stronger, and the vortex hovering over Ye Chen was getting bigger and bigger, and it was extremely terrifying.
The two qi of life and death formed two sword pillars that reached the sky and fell directly on Ye Chen.
On Ye Chen's body, a kind of fluctuation of life and death became more and more intense. At this moment, his long hair became extremely pale, and Ye Chen's face suddenly became pale.
Her sexy lips were slightly open, and Wen Ran's expression was a little solemn. The strange scene in front of her overturned her understanding. In Ye Chen's body, she felt the majestic vitality, but this scene in front of her showed that Ye Chen was full of vitality.
It's losing rapidly.
Just when Ye Chen looked like an old man, his pale long hair gradually turned black and shiny again.
Death and vitality alternated between Ye Chen, but Ye Chen was completely unaware of his own changes, and his state of mind remained unchanged.
When the energy of life and death poured into Ye Chen's body, intermittent pictures flashed in Ye Chen's mind, and the combined pictures were impressively the life of a famous Martial God who chose his clan.
From birth to death, such a clear picture seemed to be engraved in Ye Chen's mind.
"Under such circumstances, he can actually have an epiphany. Terrifying qualifications!" His bright beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. Wen Ran took a few steps back, and his slender and white jade fingers touched the void.
, a torrential rain fell.
Throughout the hell, rain curtains rose up. These rain curtains formed a series of restrictions and merged into the heaven and earth.
Now that Ye Chen had an epiphany, Wen Ran naturally had to be prepared to avoid being disturbed by the outside world.
The hell of death and silence. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the flames of war.
As for Tiangang, wars broke out everywhere, and the entire Tiangang was in the flames of war.
"Countless of our ancestors died in a foreign land, and countless people were enslaved by the Tiangang clan for more than a thousand or even ten thousand years!"
"We stayed away from the Martial God and came here with only one purpose. That is to plant the battle flag of my Martial God in every corner of Tiangang!"
"Use the swords in our hands to take back the shame we suffered in the past!"
On the towering chariot, Ye Wushuang spoke with high spirits. Without too many gorgeous words, he mobilized the fighting spirit of the army, and his majestic words soared into the sky.
Looking at the energetic faces, Ye Wu suddenly pointed to the distance with the feather fan in his hands, "Today, I will regain my strength in countless ways. Wherever the battle flag points, it is the territory of my Martial God. I will destroy the capital of Han and step on it.
Qi capital, destroy Wei capital!"
Whoosh! The battle flags placed on the chariot turned into three rainbows, shooting straight to the end of the world. The army surged out like a blood-colored tide with a bone-chilling murderous intent, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar: "Kill!"
"Pojun, you lead the silver-armored cavalry and attack the capital of Wei!" Ye Wushuang said coldly, his eyes shining.
"Nuo!" Ye Pojun shouted hoarsely, holding a half-foot-long spear, "Invincible!"
"We are invincible!" The silver-armored cavalry galloped out in mighty force.
"Fan Bai, you lead more than 30 million blood prison cavalry to conquer Korea!" Ye Wushuang held the battle flag in his left hand and threw it out: "I want to see this battle flag placed on the Emperor Han's dragon throne!"
"Nuo!" Dressed in white, Ye Fanbai stood out among thousands of blood prison troops.
Ye Fanbai, who has been baptized by the flames of war countless times, his eyes have become extremely sharp, and his movements are filled with the aura of the sea of blood. Although he is not in the martial arts realm, his aura is close to the martial arts realm. With that superb sword, even Above the level of ordinary martial arts. Ye Fanbai grabbed the void with his left hand, grabbed the battle flag, turned around, and led thousands of blood prison cavalry across the world: "Kill!"
The two armies marched out. Ye Wushuang turned around and looked at the tall figure behind him, with a rare expression of respect: "Senior, you and I will lead the army to attack Qi State!"
Hearing this, Huo Qilin slowly opened his eyes. In his dark eyes, purple flames lingered: "Leave more than 20 million troops to guard the Daqian Empire and receive the tribesmen who have escaped from trouble. The rest of the army will go to Qi State!"
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Qi State has lost many strong men and the turbulent situation, its strength is no longer what it used to be.
However, among the three kingdoms of Han, Wei, and Qi, Qi was the strongest, which is why Ye Wushuang personally led his army to Qi.
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In the State of Qin, news was flying all over the sky, and countless pieces of information passed through the Black Ice Platform and reached the hands of the prince.
In the exquisite attic, the prince stood by the window, followed by Meng Yi, Meng Tian, Li Si and others.
"According to the information from Heibingtai, the God of War has hundreds of millions of troops appearing in Tiangang. At the same time, Ye Wushuang personally led the three armies. A few days ago, Ye Wushuang divided his troops into three groups and sent troops to Qi, Wei, and South Korea respectively! "
Speaking of this, Meng Tian suddenly chuckled: "This boy's leadership ability is getting more and more terrifying. The huge Qi State has no leader after losing Sun Bin, Tian Ji and others. Under Ye Wushuang's watertight calculations, After a series of defeats, in just a few days, the Blood Prison Cavalry broke through dozens of counties and cities, tsk tsk, this speed is even more brutal than the Qin Cavalry!"
Meng Tian's rigorous military management was rarely praised even by the Qin cavalry. However, facing the current Blood Prison cavalry, he also sincerely admired him. In his eyes, the Blood Prison cavalry used to be ferocious wolves, but now they are like tigers and wolves. .
Meng Yi frowned slightly, glanced at Meng Tian strangely, and said in a low voice: "Brother, a few months ago, our army attacked the Six Kingdoms with its own strength. If we concentrate the main combat power on Qi, I am afraid that Qi's current They have also become the territory of my Great Qin!"
In Meng Yi's opinion, the Qin cavalry is the strongest cavalry in the world, and no other cavalry can compare with it.
"Second brother, how do you compare the Blood Prison Cavalry to our Qin Kingdom Cavalry?" Meng Tian said with a smile.
"Although not as good as our Qin cavalry, they are more powerful than those of Zhao!" Meng Yi objectively commented.
"Wrong!" Meng Tian shook his head and said: "Today's blood prison cavalry has surpassed our Qin cavalry in strength. Countless battles have baptized this army into a true tiger and wolf army, and our Qin army has more than a thousand soldiers. I have not experienced the baptism of war for many years, and although I have trained day and night, its power is no longer the same as the iron cavalry of the past." At this point, Meng Tian glanced at the prince with a vague look, "I am afraid that this is the only person in the world who can defeat our Qin cavalry. The Blood Prison Cavalry!"
The speaker is intentional and the questioner is intentional. The prince listened to the argument between Meng Tian and Meng Yi behind him. There was a hint of complexity in Gujing Wubo's eyes. He knew that he was not the only one who predicted that Qin would one day stand on the side of the God of War.
Even Meng Tian was aware of the opposite.
Turning around, the prince looked at Meng Tian.
Meng Yi, who was hesitant to speak, immediately fell silent, and Li Si also lowered his head slightly to show respect.
"Meng Tian stays!" the prince said calmly.
"No!" Meng Yi and Li Si said softly, saluted, and exited the attic.
In the huge attic, only the prince and Meng Tian were left. The prince raised his right hand, and a martial arts will burst out from his fingertips, forming a storm in an instant and sweeping across.
The entire attic is shrouded in the prince's martial arts world.
"Before my father fell, this Great Qin was still the Great Qin of the past!" The prince said quietly, "Are you Meng Tian or Gong Ziyu?"
Hearing this, Meng Tian's figure trembled slightly, and his eyes showed a complicated look.
"Once, I thought I was a chess player, but later I realized that I was just a chess piece!" The prince reached out and patted Meng Tian's shoulder gently, turned around, and walked towards the private room in the attic: "I am the prince,
You are no longer Young Master Fusu, but who are you?"
Meng Tian stood there, silent. He knew that the prince was asking him to make a choice, whether to be Meng Tian who was loyal to the Qin Dynasty or Gong Ziyu who was loyal to the God of War. After a long time, he murmured softly: "Who am I?
Meng Tian? Gong Ziyu?"
Meng Tian's muttering echoed in the empty attic... (To be continued...)