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Chapter 1164: Breaking through the Eight Great Countries, increasing the number of mobile games
The blood-red sky and the scarlet ground are connected, and the magnificent Samsara City separates the two.
It has been seven days since the three major hells besieged the Blood Prison. After seven days of rest, Samsara City has once again returned to its former prosperity.
The Blood Prison Emperor returned and the news spread that he killed Yan Yu and Yun Feng with one sword.
Hell, which had been peaceful for a long time, suddenly became violent, and some people even realized that hell was about to truly change.
Dressed in white and making a hunting sound, Ye Chen stood on the stone sword, with clouds and mist surging below.
For ten years, the Blood Prison plundered countless blood crystals. With the support of these countless blood crystals, Ye Chen's injuries were basically healed and he returned to his peak.
A chilling air filled the air. Compared to yesterday's bustling scene, today's Samsara City was once again dead.
More than 400,000 Blood Prison troops stood in unison at the foot of the Blood Fiend Peak, looking like a bloody tide from a distance.
Shocking murderous intent permeated the bodies of the Blood Prison Army, and everyone's face was tense.
Mu Chen, Fatty, Liu Dong, Gongzi Su, Xianxu, Xianya, Life and Death Dragon and other martial arts realms were behind the stone sword. They raised their heads and stared at the fluttering white clothes in the sky.
Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his breath completely blended into the world.
It wasn't until dawn broke that Ye Chen opened his eyes and said, "Liu Dong!"
"My subordinate is here!" Liu Dong came out with a sword, got down on one knee and shouted.
"I will lead more than 200,000 blood prison troops to conquer the eight hells. If they don't surrender, I will directly wipe them out and attack the eight major cities!" Ye Chen said calmly, but his plain words made the world tremble in vain.
Ye Chen's words seemed to be the rules of heaven and earth, hovering in the sky and lingering for a long time.
Many blood prison soldiers held the hilts of their swords tightly, with extremely cold expressions and cold eyes. Their brothers died on the battlefield in the past, and today they are going to fight. Blood-sword enemies!
"Life and Death Dragon, Xianya, Xianxu, you will lead ten martial arts warriors and follow Liu Dong to conquer the eight major cities!" The bright sky brought the baptism of the morning sun. Ye Chen's voice was like the cold wind of late winter,
Rolling across the sky.
Bang bang! Life and Death Dragon and others took a step forward and responded loudly: "Promise!"
More than a dozen strands of martial arts will spread across the top of the Blood Evil Peak, and the billowing clouds and mist all stopped.
The broken cloud peaks can no longer cover up the stone sword that reaches the sky, nor can they cover up the white clothes.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen said with an unmoving expression: "The three hells are rampant and are besieging reincarnation. One hundred thousand blood troops buried the reincarnation. This revenge will not be forgotten in the blood hell!"
"The blood-red city wall is stained with the blood of the Blood Prison Army, and the ground we step on is also stained with the blood of the Blood Prison Army!"
"Today, the fighting spirit is aroused. The sword has been unsheathed, and we are going to conquer the eight major battles, across the battlefield!"
"Although I am not fighting with you this time, I am with you. On the day when you go to war, the Heroic Avenue in Samsara City will be covered with the corpses of the bloody armies of the past. When you return in triumph, the Heroic Avenue will be
Covered with flowers, we are waiting for your return!"
"If you all die in the battle of the Eight Hells, then I will lead the army of the Blood Hell to defeat the Eight Hells!" Ye Chen's voice seemed very plain, and he did not intend to deliberately incite, but these plain words stirred up excitement.
It aroused the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Blood Prison Army.
"Master, if it were Lao Liu, I would unfortunately die fighting in the Eight Hells. Lao Liu's only hope is that Master must find Lao Liu's body and bury Lao Liu here. Be with the Blood Hell!" Liu Dong said seriously when he stood up.
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Although the lord of the eight major cities, Yan Yu, has died, and many martial arts realms have rested outside Samsara City, no one knows what unsurfaced forces there are in the eight major cities with thousands of years of heritage.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Dong bowed to Ye Chen, held out his sword, and stepped into the void with a firm expression.
The Life and Death Dragons and others stood up one after another and followed closely behind Liu Dong. Fighting in all directions was originally a boy's dream, and even Xianxu felt full of fighting spirit.
Bang bang! More than 200,000 Blood Prison troops stepped out in unison, and the ground trembled.
Leading more than 200,000 blood prison troops, Liu Dong looked up to the sky and roared: "There is no hell but only my blood prison!"
The long sword was unsheathed, bringing with it overwhelming killing intent. Liu Dong's roar rose into the sky, followed by a neat roar:
"The Blood Hell raises its sails and its sword points to the sky!"
"Rebuilding the mountains and rivers, I am the only one in bloody hell!"
More than 200,000 blood prison troops rolled out like a tidal wave.
Under the majestic city wall, a huge mouth of more than a thousand feet emerged from the city wall, the gate of Samsara City.
A road that was thousands of feet wide and ten thousand feet long led from Blood Evil Peak to the gate of Samsara City. The attics that originally stood all around were destroyed one by one.
This road is the bloody road, called the Road of Heroes.
Blood-colored tombstones stand around the avenue, like swords reaching into the sky.
There is a tombstone every half meter. Under the tombstone, the blood prison soldiers who died in the battle are buried.
Along the long road, Liu Dong passed by with his sword in hand, and his former comrades-in-arms witnessed their expedition today.
Standing on the top of the clouds, Ye Chen looked calmly at the bloody tide disappearing at the end of the horizon, and murmured: "Two second-level martial arts warriors, Liu Dong will make good use of these two!"
The Eight Hells were fought by Liu Dong. As for the Youzeng Hell, Ye Chen closed his eyes again. It was not until a moment later that he spoke: "Master Su, in this Youzeng Hell, you will lead more than 200,000 blood prison troops to wipe out Youzeng Hell."
The remaining forces in Zengcheng take control of You Zengcheng!"
Hearing this, Young Master Su shrugged helplessly, took a step forward and said, "No!"
"Lu Qing, Lin Dao, Xian Ming, Xian Luo, you will lead ten martial arts realm warriors to accompany Young Master Su on an expedition to Zengcheng!" After saying this, Ye Chen turned around and looked at Huo Qilin and others sitting below, with a smile on his face.
Smile: "Xiao Huo, Mu Chen, Fatty, how about you three also go out with Young Master Su?" Hearing this, Fatty Xiao and Mu Chen nodded and took a step forward.
As for Huo Qilin, he stretched his muscles and complained: "After ten years of working as a coolie, I originally thought that you could just let me go when I came back. Tsk, tsk, you think of me as a free coolie again."
Although Huo Qilin was complaining, he did not reject Ye Chen's words and took the lead to step out of the air.
Bang bang! More than a dozen strands of martial arts will filled the air, and Fire Qilin, leading Young Master Su and others, landed on the ground in one step.
Fire Qilin looked around, with a look of expectation in his eyes, hoping that these Blood Prison Army could grow up and become like the ancient guardians.
"All hells, only my blood hell!" Huo Qilin shouted while mentioning his true energy.
Will was incorporated into the voice, roaring out, setting off a huge spatial wave.
"The Blood Hell raises its sails and its sword points to the sky!"
"Rebuilding the mountains and rivers, I am the only one in bloody hell!"
The world trembled, and more than 200,000 blood prison troops rushed out. Under the gaze of millions of residents of Samsara City, the bloody wave gradually disappeared at the end of the sky.
All 400,000 Blood Prison troops have been sent out, and many martial arts realms have gone out to fight. There are very few Blood Prison troops left to guard Samsara City. Obviously, there is no defense in Samsara City now.
However, many residents of Samsara City did not notice anything wrong. As long as that person was there, Samsara City was impregnable.
Lifting his steps, Ye Chen took a step forward. One step was a hundred feet, just a few steps. Ye Chen's figure was like a falling leaf, standing silently on the tower.
Even though seven days had passed, the pool of blood outside the city had not dried up. Looking over it, it was shocking.
"Everyone, I'm waiting for you to come back here!" Closing his eyes, Ye Chen sat upright, a breeze emerged behind him, and his white clothes made a sound.
A guqin quietly emerged, with a simple style and silver strings filled with a faint silver light.
Holding the strings with his ten fingers, Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano slowly sounded, spreading like a tide, filling the sky above the tower, overwhelming the roar of the cold wind.
Although the corpses were not there, there was still a sense of solemnity permeating the battlefield. But at this moment, Ye Chen's mood was extremely gentle, "Dream?"
"Life is like a dream, does Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly, or does a butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?" Ye Chen murmured, his will flowing out from his fingertips. In the end, Ye Chen used his martial arts will to pluck the silver string.
Sometimes the sound of the piano is soothing as a flowing spring, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, sometimes as clear and crisp as beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes as low as a whisper.
The several Blood Prison soldiers standing on the towers all calmed down, their murderous intentions disappeared, and they were immersed in the melodious sound of the piano.
A line of white clothes appeared in the air, Qianchuan Xue looked at Ye Chen below, floated over, and stood behind Ye Chen without saying a word.
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