Chapter 1020: Controlling the Eight Colds (Second Update)
The two qi of life and death are like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
On the huge rocks, the corpses of living and dead beasts were piled up to form a mountain of bones dozens of meters high.
Ye Chen stood in a pool of blood holding a sword. His white clothes formed a sharp contrast with the pool of blood on the ground. Ye Chen looked coldly at the corpses of the living and dead beasts around him, and the endless blood evil energy bubbled out in vain around him.
They gathered towards Ye Chen.
Outside the boulder, Qianchuan Xue and Young Master Su were watching this scene quietly.
"Hundreds of beasts of life and death again!" Young Master Su murmured, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
It has been more than two months since they entered the abyss of life and death. However, in these two months, they have experienced no less than thirty times of fighting.
The siege by the beasts of life and death, the sneak attack by the three hell warriors, and even the ambush by the same force.
But in the face of these, Young Master Su and others had no chance to take action. They dressed in white and wiped out everything with a flash of sword light.
Faced with hundreds of beasts of life and death, Ye Chen walked among the beasts of life and death like a leisurely stroll, killing hundreds of beasts of life and death with one sword move after another.
Death energy permeated Ye Chen's right hand, while vitality permeated his left hand. There was a bone-chilling murderous aura floating on the outermost side, and those blood evil auras were transformed into murderous aura.
"This murderous intent is never enough to evolve the magical power of killing!" Ye Chen murmured. Months of killing also made him realize what kind of magical power of killing he wanted to evolve.
Ye Chen looked calm, looking at the black and white sky, a cold breath filled the air from his body. This breath was the breath of destroying all living beings, destroying the world, and killing!
The source of killing condensed in front of Ye Chen, forming a killing sword shadow. Ye Chen's eyes stopped on the lines in the sword shadow, and the blood evil energy around it surged in, forming lines after lines.
Whoosh! Ye Chen suddenly turned around. Looking at the dead void, murderous intent filled the air again: "There is another prey!"
In the void, nearly a hundred figures were shaking, and the energy of life and death around them was forced out a hundred feet away.
Li Ren is the leader of the Guiyuan Sect. In addition to Li Ren, there are nearly ten elders who entered the Sword Tomb this time. In addition to the several elders who died previously, there are currently six elders of the Guiyuan Sect in hell.
These elders also stepped into the abyss of life and death this time, but they did not represent the hell of loneliness. They represented the eight cold hells.
"Elder Qing. If you say that we join the princelings, will the sect master object?" an old man with a noble temperament said slightly worriedly, followed by hundreds of warriors.
The middle-aged man who was called Elder Qing turned around, pondered for a moment, and said: "Now that the Eight Cold Hells have been controlled by the prince, we joined the princeling just to find shelter!"
"The sect master will not blame us for this!" Elder Qing said solemnly, looking ahead with sharp eyes: "Hundreds of aura fluctuations. These fluctuations are not from the Eight Cold Hells. Please prepare!"
Fierce killing intent spread out from dozens of warriors, streaking across the sky and heading straight in the direction of Ye Chen and others.
"The aura of the Guizong sect's technique, this is not a narrow road for enemies!" Ye Chen chuckled, looking at the sword light emerging from the void, and raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Hundreds of meters apart, a fierce aura erupted, and Elder Qing and more than a hundred warriors had overwhelming murderous intent. However, when he saw the white-clothed figure, Elder Qing stopped in vain, "This figure is somewhat familiar.
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Elder Qing's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and a thin figure flashed through his mind, and a look of panic spread out: "Damn, it's the Sword God Sect Master."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other elders of Guiyuan Sect also changed, and their expressions of fear spread, and they also stopped.
"Retreat!" The fierce murderous intention disappeared immediately. Elder Qing held his sword and retreated without any hesitation. Although the Sword God Sect Master is in the spiritual martial arts realm, he has strength comparable to the martial arts realm.
The void was shaking. Compared with the previous fierce momentum, Elder Qing and others looked a little embarrassed at this moment.
"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Ye Chen said softly, holding his sword, he took a step forward unhurriedly and merged into the endless energy of life and death.
Phew! One step was hundreds of feet long. In just a few steps, Ye Chen's figure appeared in front of Elder Qing and others.
With a white coat and a sword, the retreating figure of Elder Qing and others stopped in vain. Their expressions were extremely complicated. Elder Qing felt a little guilty. During the Zongbi competition, their sect master went too far in helping the Shenyin Sect.
"Captain, you are just a warrior in the Spiritual Martial Realm. What should we fear?" The warriors in the Eight Cold Hells were a little puzzled by the abnormal behavior of Elder Qing and others. They had killed many people after entering the abyss of life and death for several months.
A warrior at the peak of spiritual martial arts, not to mention the captain was a warrior at the peak of spiritual martial arts. More than a hundred piercing killing intent filled the air, and the auras of different strengths and weaknesses gathered together to form a general trend and fell on Ye Chen.
"Eight Cold Hells, it seems that you are fighting on behalf of the Eight Cold Hells this time!" Ye Chen's figure remained motionless, and his thin martial arts clothes made a sound.
"Presumptuous!" Elder Qing scolded the warrior behind him who spoke out. He also knew that the man in front of him was in the spiritual martial arts realm, but the strength he displayed was enough to make him feel intimidated.
"Long time no see, Master of the Sword God Sect!" Elder Qing and others performed the common sword salute in the Martial God Continent, and looked at Ye Chen warily, fearing that Ye Chen would suddenly make a move.
"Have you ever seen my disciples of the Sword God Sect in the Eight Cold Hells?" Ye Chen looked calm, ignoring the oppression from the warriors of the Eight Cold Hells.
"Disciple of the Sword God Sect!" Seeing Ye Chen's calm tone, Elder Qing breathed a sigh of relief and pondered for a moment: "A few days ago, we met Qing Jue, the leader of the Qinglong Clan, and he is also fighting on behalf of the Eight Cold Hells this time!"
"Qing Jue!" Ye Chen asked casually, but he didn't expect that the elders of the Gui Jian Sect in front of him really knew the whereabouts of the disciples of the Sword God Sect. "Then do you know the current whereabouts of Qing Jue!"
"Although we belong to the Eight Cold Hells, we have never communicated with each other! A few days ago, we met in an area tens of thousands of feet away from here. However, it seems that the team headed by Qingjue Clan is a bit miserable. There are only a few warriors left of more than a hundred warriors.
Ten people survived!" Elder Qing said softly, always paying attention to Ye Chen's face. He knew that the Sword God Sect Master in front of him was extremely defensive. Fortunately, they and others did not have a dispute with Qing Jue a few days ago.
"Direction!" Ye Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The tragic deaths of other warriors had nothing to do with him, as long as that guy Qing Jue was okay.
Turning around, Elder Qing pointed in the direction he came from and said: "Going tens of thousands of feet in this direction is where we will meet, but Qing Jue's team should have left!"
"Besides Qing Jue, have you ever seen any disciples of the Sword God Sect?" Apart from Qianchuan Xue, Ye Chen was more worried about the five Han Jian people. After all, the cultivation of the five people was only at the Soul Martial Realm.
"Never seen it before, but in the Eight Cold Hells, we have met many old acquaintances, some elders and heads of first-class sects, as well as the princes of the three major halls!" Seeing Ye Chen's gentle expression, Elder Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This evil star is here to ask about something.
"The Prince of the Moon Temple, he is in the Eight Cold Hells!" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Besides the Prince of the Moon Temple, are there anyone else in the Eight Cold Hells in the three major halls?"
Among the three legends of the God of War, the one that Ye Chen feared the most was not the Son of the Sword God, nor the favored son of the God of War, but the Prince of the Moon God. This person felt to Ye Chen like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
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"In addition to the Moon Goddess Prince, there are also several Moon Goddess Temple elders and many princeling members in the three major halls. Today, the Eight Cold Hells are controlled by the Moon Goddess Prince!" When mentioning this, Elder Qing's tone became more emotional.
The four major cities have a long history and are extremely powerful. Even if they are placed in the Martial God Continent, they are comparable to the existence of the three major palaces. However, in just one year, the Eight Cold Hells have been controlled by the prince. For this mysterious prince, Elder Qing is
I admire you endlessly.
"The Eight Cold Hells are under the control of the prince?" Ye Chen's calm eyes finally showed a trace of surprise. After several months of contact, he knew the terror of Lonely City. The four major cities can be equally famous. The strength of Eight Cold Hells
It's definitely not bad.
"I only found out about this a few months ago. We joined the princelings a few months ago. We heard with our own ears the lord of Bahan City calling the prince his lord!" Elder Qing did not hide his intention to join the princelings.
Things, what he wants most now is to quickly answer the evil star's question and then leave here. Elder Qing's words made Ye Chen's calm heart shake. "There are only a few elders who have entered the Moon Temple."
, with the strength of the prince and others, they can actually control Bahan City!"
"As the young master of Bahan City, it seems that I have to ask Young Master Su soon if he knows about this matter!" Ye Chen pondered, becoming more and more afraid of such a mysterious Prince Moon God.
"Master Sword God, if nothing happens, we will leave first!" Elder Qing interrupted Ye Chen's meditation.
Waving his hands casually, Ye Chen was still thinking about this issue. Seeing this, Elder Qing and others secretly sighed, this evil star is really easy to talk to today.
"Retreat!" Turning around, Elder Qing said coldly, not caring about the unwilling look of the Eight Cold Hell Warriors. Damn it, these bastards are pigs. I didn't see that I was humble. This evil star in front of me is not something you scum can handle.
Provoked.
There are no martial arts realm warriors in Elder Qing's team, but their strength is relatively even, and most of them are spirit martial realm warriors. It is precisely because of this that after these months of fighting, the team can still maintain such a large number of people.
"By the way, a few months ago, I met the leader and elders of your sect in the Lonely Hell!" Ye Chen suddenly said, with a playful smile in the corners of his eyes.
"Master Sword God has met our master!" Elder Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at Ye Chen expectantly. They had been looking for traces of Li Ren for months, but there was no news.
Bang! In Elder Qing's expectant eyes, a dazzling sword light burst out, and blood suddenly appeared...