The first thousand three hundred and forty-two chapters come from hell
Hiss! Bloody sand streaked across the fingertips and drifted in the wind.
The cold wind blew up, blowing up the bloody sand all over the ground.
Fluorescent corpses loomed in the desert, exuding endless killing intent.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Killing intent appeared above these bones, and finally merged into the blood moon above.
"Tens of millions of warriors have been buried here. The last battle!" The proud man knelt on the ground with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"The last battle!" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and a series of tragic scenes emerged in the depths of his mind.
Ye Chen once saw that battle in a fantasy world. The fourth generation led thousands of guardians to resist foreign enemies. This sword tomb was not only the place where thousands of guardians fell, but also the place where the fourth generation fell.
"I have also participated in this last battle. It can be said that I am one of the few survivors of this battle!"
"Prince, he is also a survivor of this battle." The proud man spoke in astonishment, stood up, and looked at the blood moon in the sky.
"It turns out that you have all participated in this battle!" Ye Chen looked a little moved. He knew the brutality of that battle.
"This sword tomb buries tens of millions of guardians, with endless killing intent and resentment of all living beings, gathering into the blood moon in the sky!"
"The fourth generation used this blood moon to suppress the seal!" Jiaozi frowned slightly, and he could notice that the light of the blood moon was a little dim.
The blood was boiling, and the Sword Tomb looked particularly gloomy at this moment, and the deathly silence was terrifying.
"If the blood moon collapses, the seal crack will appear on the battlefield outside the territory without reservation." The pride said solemnly, with endless killing intent in his eyes. This blood moon must not collapse.
Otherwise, the deaths of tens of millions of guardians will be in vain. With both hands clenched, endless killing intent explodes in the proud body."
"Unless the Sword Tomb collapses, they will always exist." The proud man stepped on the sea of fire and dissuaded him.
Hearing this, Ye Chen moved away from the sea of fire, looked up at the densely packed corpses in the distance, and sighed helplessly. Originally, he wanted these ancient ancestors to rest in peace, but the mystery of these corpses exceeded his expectations.
"Let's go!" Ripples filled the blood mist. Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his hands, and his bright thunder emerged, forming the phantom of the thunder dragon.
"Broken!" Ye Chen used the Qilin Sword in his hand to guide it, and the thunder dragon's shadow immediately roared out, tearing apart all the blood mist.
Whoosh! Ye Chen and the others followed closely behind the Thunder Dragon phantom and headed straight for the Blood Moon.
The speed of the three of them was extremely fast, hundreds of feet in an instant.
There were sharp sounds of breaking wind in the dead silence of the sword tomb, and after a long time, Ye Chen realized that the blood moon was still hanging in the sky, and the distance between the three of them and the blood moon had not changed.
Even so, Ye Chen found that the oppression from the void was getting stronger and stronger.
"Several forms of oppression are so terrifying, but one of them is the most terrifying. It should be the second generation, followed by the teacher!"
"In addition, there are several oppressions that should not be underestimated. Among these people should be the woman from before, Wen Ran!"
Although he was on the road, Ye Chen's mind was still changing. With his current strength, he could use his strongest sword to rival those of martial arts masters. However, if he met a martial arts master who had condensed his original body, the gap would become apparent.
"The seal is in danger, Sandai, are you still interested in watching the show?" Thinking of that guy from Sandai, Ye Chen felt resentful.
"This mess has almost been cleared up, it's about time you showed up!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blood moon hanging in the sky, with a hint of helplessness at the corner of his mouth.
After several months of evolution, the restrictions between hell and the Martial God gradually merged into the heaven and earth, and the abyss of life and death and hell truly appeared in the sight of the Martial God creatures.
Compared with the gloominess of the sword tomb, the hundreds of feet of ice field is filled with blood. A huge ice sword breaks through the ice layer hundreds of feet thick, standing on the ice field, the sword points to the sky, and the endless pressure is on this ice sword.
Diffuse above.
To the right of the Ice Sword is a vast white world, with endless snowflakes rising to the sky and falling down, dyeing the world white.
The left side of the ice sword was red with blood, and pools of blood emerged. Corpses, broken swords, and war horses all fell in the pool of blood.
Standing with his hands behind his back, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe stood above the ice sword, looking at the sea of corpses below with an indifferent expression.
All of these corpses were members of the Blood Prison Army, and the battle ax in the middle-aged man's hand was dripping with blood, and the piercing killing intent filled the axe, bursts of blood.
"The ace army in the lowly land is nothing more than this. Hundreds of thousands of people can't resist my ax!" Raising the bloody battle ax, a cold flash appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and a look of ridicule appeared on his face.
"Slaughtering lowly people is like butchering dogs, it's boring!"
"I've been waiting here for a long time, it's time for those people to show up!" The middle-aged man looked at the blood-red hell in the distance, with a trace of bloodthirsty lust flashing in his eyes.
Bang bang! The world trembled in vain at this moment, and endless pressure appeared in the blood-red heaven and earth.
The blood mist receded towards both sides, ripples undulating, and several figures appeared in vain in the sight of the middle-aged man.
"Finally, he showed up. The Lord's guess is indeed good. There is a murderous intention hidden in hell!" The middle-aged man murmured with his eyes narrowed.
Dressed in silver like frost, a young man stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on the ripples and looking down at the undulating sea of corpses below, his eyes calm and without any change.
Several warriors wearing golden martial arts followed closely behind Sandai. When the six figures stepped out of the blood mist, an unimaginable pressure swept out, locking the middle-aged man tightly.
Bang! A dull sound echoed in the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man's face straightened, he raised his battle ax and shouted: "Everyone, I have been waiting here for a long time."
"Finally back!" Looking at the vast white ice field, the young man sighed slightly and took a deep breath.
"Ignore me!" The middle-aged man sneered again and again. He stepped on his feet suddenly, and his body was like a rainbow, heading straight for the young man. He thrust out his right hand, and the battle ax in his hand continued to enlarge in an instant. Finally, it turned out to be like a mountain.
Carrying the power of thunder, it slashed down horizontally.
"Despicable people!" The middle-aged man looked at the three people standing close to him, his eyes full of ridicule.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind interrupted the young man's recollection. The young man raised his head, looked at the huge shadow of the battle ax, and said lightly: "Is there a rule of strength?"
Before he finished speaking, the young man slowly raised his right hand behind his back and grabbed the empty world, "Here comes the wind!"
Whoosh! One word turned into the rules of heaven and earth, and the endless rules of the wind roared in, forming a black hurricane and sweeping out.
Crack! The shadow of the battle ax that had not fallen suddenly shattered, and several hurricanes rolled back towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was shaken and suddenly took a few steps back.
"Who are you? Even the former Lord of Hell City can't take on my axe!" The middle-aged man exclaimed as he covered his chest with a look of horror in his eyes.
There was no wave in his calm eyes. The young man pointed at himself and said, "Me? I have forgotten my name, but people living on this continent call me Sandai!"
Three generations!
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