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The ancient city wall was filled with the faint smell of blood, and the weak sunlight shredded the clouds and mist and fell on the city wall.
The melodious sound of the piano echoed among the towers, blowing through the Samsara City like a breeze.
With bustling streets and noisy martial arts halls, Samsara City has once again regained its former popularity.
However, when someone heard the sound of the piano, they couldn't help but stop and look at the tower, their eyes full of enthusiasm.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen played the piano and his will flowed.
Qianchuan Snow dances gracefully with his sword.
The sound of the piano was like water, forming a calm lake of piano sound. But Qianchuan Xue's sword stirred up ripples on the surface of the piano sound lake, echoing out.
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, is he also a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?" Ye Chen murmured, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Standing up, Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and took a step forward to face the cold wind.
Looking down at the spreading vast land below, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "It is easy to enter other people's dreams, but it is difficult to enter your own dreams!"
It has been several months since Liu Dong and others set off for the expedition. Over the past few months, Ye Chen tried to fall asleep for the fifth time.
However, he didn't find that feeling after all. Ye Chen also knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed, so he didn't force a breakthrough.
Ding! The Kirin Sword was unsheathed, and the sword body oozing with cold light swayed in the wind, causing a crisp sword chant.
"The artistic conception is also life. My artistic conception is the artistic conception of selflessness. Zhuangzhou dreams of butterflies. Butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. They are neither Zhuang Zhou nor colorful butterflies. They forget about heaven and earth!" Ye Chen murmured, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.
The cold wind blew through the tower, and Ye Chen, dressed in white, made a hunting sound.
Holding the sword, Ye Chen took a step forward and spread out his steps. The Qilin Sword brought out bright sword lights, and the sword style changed erratically.
Sheathing her sword, Qian Chuanxue stood aside and quietly watched Ye Chen dance with his sword.
From the basic sword posture to the final alluring sword move, the sword follows your heart.
It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the sky that Ye Chen put away the Qilin Sword, turned around, looked far away at the sky, and suddenly chuckled: "Returning in triumph, the eight hells have been controlled."
"Liu Dong really did not disappoint me. It was faster than expected!" Ye Chen raised his right hand slightly, and a terrifying martial arts will flowed through his fingertips.
The sword pointed down, the will of martial arts hovered over Samsara City, and the rules of heaven and earth appeared.
Under the blood-red void, the ice rules condensed into patches of white snow, falling down.
The cold wind blew up the snow catkins, which swayed in the wind and transformed into snow lotuses. The petals of the snow lotus covered the ten thousand feet long Heroic Avenue to the city gate.
First came the rules of ice, followed by fire, thunder, and wind. Killing, life and death. The five rules condensed into petals.
In just a few breaths, Samsara City turned into a sea of flowers.
The warriors walking in the streets and alleys raised their heads one after another and looked at this scene with shocked expressions.
Some shrewd people have realized something and asked in astonishment: "The Blood Prison Army is coming back?"
Ye Chen said in the past that when the Blood Prison Army returns, the Avenue of Heroes will be covered with flowers.
"Every hell, only my bloody hell!" Loud and uniform shouts came out from the end of the sky, and a terrifying trend gradually spread.
The sharp sound of the wind gradually became louder, and hundreds of thousands of bloody figures appeared at the end of the sky. They were the Blood Prison Army returning from the battle.
Liu Dong stood at the forefront with high spirits, led more than 200,000 blood prison troops, commanded the eight hells, destroyed the eight cities, and wiped out the eight hells.
"Conquer hell and defeat the eight hells. Even the four major city lords in the past could not achieve such a feat. Tsk tsk, I, Old Liu, am destined to be famous for eternity!" Liu Dong played a ditty. This campaign not only wiped out the remaining forces of the eight major cities, but also wiped out the remaining forces of the eight major cities.
It is to harvest countless blood crystals, swords, and techniques. With these resources, the Blood Prison will inevitably enter a period of rapid development. Holding the giant sword in his hand, Liu Dong imagined: "Millions of lions are just around the corner!"
"You're so proud. If I hadn't been there to help you, you could have conquered the Eight Hells!" Life and Death Dragon couldn't get used to Liu Dong's proud look. Damn it, how could I let you steal the limelight?
Unexpectedly, Liu Dong ignored the sneer of the dragon of life and death, stepped into the air, broke through the clouds, and looked directly at the figure standing in the wind on the city tower. His expression was startled. Liu Dong landed on the city tower in a few steps and made a sword movement.
He saluted and said respectfully: "Fortunately, Lao Liu led everyone to conquer the eight major cities. According to the master's instructions, if he did not surrender to the forces of the Blood Prison, Lao Liu directly obliterated them. Now the eight major cities have been controlled by us. As for the thousands of people in the eight major cities,
The wealth accumulated over the years has also been plundered by Lao Liu!"
More than 200,000 Blood Prison troops fought, but tens of thousands of them died. Even so, the corpses of the Blood Prison troops were brought back to Samsara City.
Turning around, Ye Chen pointed to the Avenue of Heroes behind him, which was covered with flowers, and said calmly: "The blood prison soldiers who died on the battlefield are buried there. They are worthy of the kneeling of thousands of warriors!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong's expression straightened, and he suppressed the smile on his lips, "No!"
Waves of cheers echoed in Samsara City, and tens of millions of city residents gathered beside the Avenue of Heroes to welcome the return of the Blood Prison Army.
Liu Dong walked away with his sword and led hundreds of thousands of blood prison troops onto the Avenue of Heroes, but his heart was a little heavy. Glory is always paved with corpses.
Taking out a martial arts soul, Ye Chen smashed it into pieces, extracted the martial arts vitality, condensed it into a rain of vitality, and sprinkled it down.
Although this rain of life cannot restore the injuries of the Blood Prison Army, it can also relieve them.
After doing all this, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, "The situation in the eight hells has been controlled. Next is the Youzeng Hell. But with the strength of Xiao Huo and others, there should be no problem in the Youzeng Hell!"
The moon was setting late in the evening, and when night came quietly, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips: "Youzeng Hell, Eight Cold Hells, Eight Great Hells, and among the four generations of hells, only the Hell of Loneliness is left!"
Qianchuan Xue raised her head and looked at the end of the sky, where a bright fire dyed the sky red.
A sea of fire rolled over the sky, Huo Qilin, Mu Chen, Fatty Xiao and others appeared out of the sky, and more than 200,000 Blood Prison troops arrived one after another.
In an instant, the figures of Huo Qilin, Mu Chen and others appeared on the tower.
The smell of blood hit his face, and Huo Qilin's body carried an extremely strong smell of blood. The first sentence he spoke did not mention You Zeng Hell, but joked: "You two, you have had a good honeymoon these few months."
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"More than good, you can tell by the look on this guy's face that he is living a happy life!" Fatty Xiao chuckled, squinting his eyes slightly and scanning Ye Chen and Qian Chuanxue back and forth, as if to see something.
Tricky.
Seeing the two of them joking like this, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, but Qianchuan Xue felt a little unnatural, and his eyes drifted to other places.
More than 200,000 Blood Prison troops entered the city again, and cheers rose into the sky again. The young woman supported the elderly and young children and stood in front of the Avenue of Heroes, waiting for her husband's return.
More than 200,000 blood prison troops formed a long dragon. It took a long moment for the bloody tide to disappear at the end of the Avenue of Heroes.
One family is happy, and all are crying! Intermittent cries echoed on the Avenue of Heroes. The wife, who had not waited for her husband's return, supported the old man and held the young child in her arms, standing in front of the city gate, staring at the end of the sky.
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Generals die in hundreds of battles, and strong men return after ten years, not to mention the Blood Prison Army. Once some people fall on the battlefield, they will never come back, even though there are wives and children waiting for their return in the holy land called home.
The lights swayed in the evening wind, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.
The sound of intermittent crying reached his ears. Ye Chen sighed slightly but didn't say anything.
Instead, Huo Qilin said: "The pain caused by killing can never be erased. This pain will continue to the next generation. Young children may not know it now, but when they grow up, they will understand it."
Hurt."
"And a wife who has lost her husband not only has to bear this pain, but also takes care of the elderly, raises young children, and holds up a sky for the broken family!" Qianchuan Xue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke and sighed slightly.
"That's why so many people hate killing, and that's why so many people fight for their goals. Their goals are simple, to stop killing and make the world a paradise without killing. It's silly but cute.
A group of people!”
"However, in this world, people are always the protagonists on the stage. Wherever there are people, there will be disputes over interests. The bad nature of human nature will never allow them to sit down calmly and resolve disputes with a few words!"
"People also kill, and it starts with profit!" Ye Chen said lightly, "A world without killing at all. Does such a world really exist? Do you believe it?"
Having said this, Ye Chen looked at Qianchuan Xue, Huo Qilin and others. Meeting Ye Chen's gaze, Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao both shook their heads. If it existed, then there would be no sword. The sword is a murderous weapon and the king of hundreds of weapons.
Killing too!
"Because it does not exist, we have to create it. The prince is such a person!" Ye Chen chuckled, and the slender figure could not help but appear in front of his eyes.!~!
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