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A subtle trace appeared faintly, thinner than a thin hair.
Seeing this fine mark, Ye Chen finally had a smile on his lips. Although this fine mark was a bit insignificant compared to the heavy chain, at least he saw hope.
The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly, and his eyes rarely moved to the chain again.
Among the bursting sparks, he also saw a thin mark, his eyes changed slightly, but he still didn't say anything.
It took nearly twenty days for a thin mark to appear. Wouldn't it take thousands of years to cut off this chain?
Clang clang! The loud clashing sounds of gold and iron echoed in the void. Ye Chen turned a deaf ear and was immersed in his own world. He waved the sword in his hand and slashed it down, bringing up a cloud of sparks.
Rain of blood fell one after another, and bright lights flickered on Ye Chen's fingertips. Chapter 1391: Fighting outside the territory, quiet in hell.
The vitality contained in this rain of blood was stronger than the vitality around him. Ye Chen frantically condensed it and integrated it into his own body.
As long as you persist, the faith will be there and the dawn of hope will be there.
Long time has become the cheapest thing here. Some people go crazy, and some people turn into extraordinary monsters... The God of War Nebula, in the extremely dim outer territory, Yan and Zhao are ready to go, and many
The armies of the subject countries formed mysterious sword formations.
The magnificent dragon chariot broke through the void and slowly emerged under the pull of the hundred-foot-long dragon.
The war flag of hunting was placed horizontally on it. Standing on the dragon chariot, Emperor Yan Ruxue stood with his hands behind his back. A layer of frost condensed on the eyebrows of the sword.
"Three times out of Tiangang. This time, I will definitely stain the sword god with blood, and use the imperial sword to dominate the country of the martial god!" Yan Ruxue said coldly, and the biting coldness appeared behind him, forming snowflakes falling down.
"At least step to the Martial God before those guys, otherwise we will give those people a reason to be defeated." Looking at each other from the air, the Great Zhao Emperor Zhao Xiao chuckled, holding the emperor's sword with one hand, the majestic momentum is in
The energy gathered in him suppressed the heavens.
"This time, I, the emperor, led the 20 million elites of the Yan Kingdom to sweep in. He will definitely start Chapter 1391 and fight outside the territory. He will calm down in hell and fight against the God of Martial Arts!" Yan Ruxue said coldly. Her tone was like winter.
Like a cold wind, biting to the bone.
"Yan Wuhui, break this seal for me!" Yan Ruxue waved her long sword in her hand, pointing at the Nine Dragons Ice Seal.
"Nuo!" A general wearing silver armor came out with a spear. Stepping on the body of a heavenly dragon, he headed straight for the Martial God Nebula.
"Pioneer camp, follow me!" the general named Yan Wuhui shouted. Below, the tens of thousands of troops ready to go immediately burst into loud shouts: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Millions of iron cavalry came on horseback, their tall horses riding through the broken void.
The vast Valkyrie Nebula is filled with faint light and looks extremely beautiful.
Millions of cavalry came in a mighty force, causing ripples in the space. The ripples reached the cracks in the seal, and a chessboard covering more than a thousand feet of void shrouded it. Black and white chess pieces criss-crossed, and from time to time, the shadow of a heavenly dragon roared out.
The undulating space ripples fell on it without causing any ripples.
Seeing this, Yan Wuhui, the general of the Yan Kingdom, roared out, and the spear in his hand turned into a dragon shadow, shooting straight out, "Broken!"
The spear was like a rainbow, spanning the sky. It roared onto the chessboard in an instant.
Just when the spear was about to touch the chessboard, a figure dressed in white slowly walked out of the chessboard, his eyes cold and ruthless.
"Yan and Zhao, I have been waiting for you for several days." The prince, who transformed into Ye Chen, said coldly. Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his sword finger. Snowflakes circled on the sword finger and clicked.
Landed on the spear, click!
The huge dragon's shadow collapsed, and its spear also turned into ashes and fell.
"To defeat the Martial God, it's not enough for you, Yan and Zhao!" the prince said coldly, and the black and white chess pieces around him changed in vain, forming passages, and there were bursts of neat and loud shouts in them.
Floated out: "Kill all Tiangang!"
The void passage was tens of feet wide, with blood-clothed troops dancing wildly, and an army of uniformed blood-clothed troops emerging like a tidal wave. The murderous intent that reached the sky appeared in an illusion, forming a series of biting winds that rolled out.
Under the vast nebula, war flags were flapping, and tens of thousands of troops were ready to go. Afterwards, waves of corpses appeared crazily.
Dressed in white, the prince walked forward with a sword in hand. Every time he took a step, ice spread out, covering thousands of miles, and even thunder roared thousands of feet away.
Although he did not control the rules of thunder, the prince could still draw down the force of thunder with his strong cultivation.
Kaka! The chill roared over, and Yan Wuhui, who was rushing at the front, suddenly changed his expression, stepped hard on the sky dragon with both feet, and walked backwards.
Hiss! The roaring dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a mournful cry. A layer of frost condensed all over its body, and its breath was gone.
"While I am here, you will never touch the land of my God of War!" As his sleeves were waved, the prince's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared a hundred feet away, looking at the shocked Yan Wuhui in front of him, mercilessly
He swung the sword in his hand and slashed it down.
"How is this possible?" The sound of panic echoed in the void. When the Prince's sword fell, a head was thrown into the sky and a column of blood surged wildly.
"I would like to see how many martial arts world warriors you have in your two countries!" Wearing white clothes and facing millions of troops, the prince's voice blended into the heaven and earth, setting off a huge wave, and a chill emerged, freezing a famous soldier.
Tiangang soldiers.
"Kill!" Thousands of killing sounds rang out, and the Blood Prison Army rode out, their arrows flying through the air in unison, causing the sound of breaking wind.
For a time, blood flew everywhere, the sky and the earth were colorless, only endless killing... In March, catkins were flying, the spring breeze was gentle, and hundreds of flowers were blooming. Whether it was Tiangang or the God of War, there was vigorous vitality everywhere.
The sky in Suowu Hell was blood red, there was no night, and there was no dawn.
On the barren land, the explosions of clashing gold and iron could be heard from time to time, and they lingered for a long time.
A pair of empty eyes looked numbly at the blood-red sky, looking up quietly.
According to Wuming's words, there is no night here that can make them sleep, and there is no dawn that can make them wake up. All they can do is look up at the sky.
Ye Chen has been imprisoned here for half a year. During these six months, he was escorted to the palace a total of twelve times. He witnessed the tragic death of hundreds of thousands of people of the Martial God and the humiliation of more than 100,000 women.
, and personally destroyed the appearance of tens of thousands of women.
In the past, a citizen of the Martial God was imprisoned in the empty martial arts rack, and more than a million people were imprisoned here.
Clang! Sparks burst out. Ye Chen held the sword in his right hand and repeated the movement of swinging the sword mechanically. The sword marks on the martial arts chain were just a little thicker than a thin hair.
Bright beautiful eyes stared at the chain motionlessly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of Future's mouth. The past six months may have been the happiest time in her life. From Ye Chen's mouth, she knew that birds that can fly can swim.
Fish in the water.
"Ah!" A painful scream suddenly sounded in the distance. Only ten feet away from Ye Chen, a thin woman was locked in a martial arts rack. This woman was the first to open her mouth half a year ago.
Ye Chen was the woman who ruined his appearance.
Half a year ago, her slightly bulging belly was always bulging like a balloon.
Shocking blood gushed out from the woman's lower body and dripped on the chains. The woman's face was filled with pain.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen stopped swinging his sword, raised his head, and looked ten feet away. He did not expect that the woman would give birth at this moment!
The woman's screams were like a thunderbolt from the blue, and everyone's eyes focused on the woman.
"Give birth?" The old woman Huan Bingyun raised her head and asked.
"Yes!" Ye Chen nodded in response, but everyone present was restrained by chains, and no one could help the woman.
Even Ye Chen rarely felt admiration for the woman in front of him. After nearly half a year of inhuman torture, she could still persevere. This kind of will infected everyone present.
There is a kind of power that is ordinary but can shock people's hearts. It's called maternal love.
"Concentrate and take a deep breath!" A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the dead silence.
Ye Chen followed the sound and saw a woman on the locking rack on the left side of the woman whispering: "One, two, three, call!"
"One, two, three, spit!"
"One, two, three, whoop!"
"One, two, three, spit!"
The woman's voice was hoarse, and there was a rare hint of nervousness in her originally empty eyes.
Under the leadership of this woman, everyone present whispered: "One, two, three, whoop!"
She was deeply afraid of disturbing the woman's delivery, but the low voices were still loud and loud together. Under the encouragement of everyone, the woman's breathing gradually became steady.
Even the middle-aged man in front of Ye Chen, Wuming, looked at the woman in the distance slightly worriedly and whispered: "One, two, three, vomit!"
At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly felt that this blood-red sky was no longer so oppressive!!!
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