The first thousand three hundred and ninety-three chapters of living beings
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clang!
The biting and cold murderous intent condensed on the Qilin Sword, and the Qilin Sword brought up afterimages and swung down.
The sword marks on the chain became increasingly clear, and Ye Chen's expression was extremely cold.
"We must cut off this chain before we step into the palace in the future!"
Ye Chen murmured softly, and the speed of his sword swing became faster and faster, until finally, everyone only saw afterimages.
Clang! The sound of the clash of gold and iron could be heard endlessly. Wuming looked at the sword marks on the martial arts chain and whispered: "It's too late!"
Although Wuming was a little surprised that Ye Chen suddenly burst out with such terrifying physical power, even so, it would still take several years to cut off the chain.
"Future!" Huan Bingyun murmured softly, and a terrifying aura burst out of her body, but the existence of the chain immediately sealed her aura again.
"She is our future, and we must not let the future be harmed in any way!"
The prisoners all around had extremely ferocious expressions. In this year-long hell, the smile of the future was the only thing that could soothe their numb hearts.
Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to the roars around him, and swung his sword down, while his left hand was condensed with vitality.
"You need life to recover from your physical injuries, right?" Amid the roars in the sky, a young woman's weak voice sounded.
Bang! Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the young woman thirty feet away, and nodded slightly. He didn't say anything.
"My name is Chen Yang. I have been here for more than thirty years. My only attachment is to hope that one day I can return to the homeland that my ancestors talked about!"
"I have life, if you want it, I will give it to you. I just hope that if you get out of trouble one day, please take my body away and bury me in the end of the world closest to the Valkyrie Nebula!"
The young woman's voice became weaker and weaker, and her empty eyes stared at the soldiers leaving in the distance, "The future, she is our future!"
At this point, the young woman suddenly raised her head. She looked at a man standing on a martial arts rack nearby and said with a gentle smile: "Child, do it!"
"Mother!" The corners of his eyes gradually became wet, and the man closed his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and pressed it towards the woman. A terrifying sword energy burst out, directly piercing the woman's eyebrows, destroying her soul.
The woman died. A touch of life spread and blended into the surrounding world.
"My name is Chen Chugang. The only regret in this life is that I cannot return to the hometown that my ancestors said, Ye Zi. If possible, bring my body back to my hometown!"
The man who personally killed his biological mother whispered. He raised his hand and slapped his palm directly between his eyebrows. His breath was gone and his soul was broken.
"After I die, if possible, take my body back to the homeland mentioned by my ancestors!"
Bang! Bang! A series of dull sounds rang out all around, and one prisoner after another raised his hand, tearing his soul apart with the sharp sword energy.
They were imprisoned here. They did not commit suicide, but were willing to endure the torture and persevere, just to be able to escape one day. But at this moment, they were willing to die in order to expel their own vitality.
More than a hundred prisoners, more than a thousand prisoners, more than 10,000 prisoners, more than 100,000 prisoners.
"After my death, if possible, take my corpse back to the homeland mentioned by my ancestors!" A stream of blood splashed up, and the sound gathered together, like thousands of thunders, directly penetrating Ye Chen's soul.
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Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at this shocking scene, feeling sad in his heart.
The vitality of a warrior may be a little weak, but with more than 10,000 or more than 100,000, the vitality is extremely majestic.
When the soldiers stationed at the palace saw this scene, their faces changed one after another, "Damn it, these despicable beasts, hurry up and inform the Marquis!"
The majestic palace is like a sleeping giant. Deep in the palace, in an extremely dark hall, three figures sit coiled, with an aura of decay exuding from their bodies.
It wasn't until a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded that the three of them opened their eyes, frowning slightly, and looked at the palace door.
A soldier hurriedly rushed into the palace, threw himself to the ground, and said respectfully: "Marquis Yongguan, Marquis Tianjian, Marquis Shenjian, something happened in the prisoner's land!"
Yongguanhou, Tianjianhou, Shenjianhou, these three are all affiliated to the royal family in the Daqian Empire. They were ordered by the Daqian Emperor to suppress this place for more than a hundred years.
A terrifying aura emerged from the three of them. Yong Guanhou, the middle-aged man sitting in the middle, said, "What happened in the Prisoner's Land?"
"Those lowly people are killing each other, and now more than 100,000 prisoners have died!" Unable to withstand the pressure contained in the eyes of the three men, the soldier said solemnly.
"Killing each other?" Tianjian Hou on the left chuckled softly and said with his hands: "Interesting, what kind of drama are they going to make, dog bites dog?"
"If you die, you will die. Now there are more than a million prisoners in the Prisoner's Land, no less than these 100,000!" Marquis Shenjian, who had been silent all this time, also chuckled.
"Let those people make trouble and ignore it!" Marquis Yong Guan waved his hand impatiently and said calmly.
"No!" The soldier exited the palace, and the empty palace fell into silence again.
"Did Marquis Yongguan condense his original body?" Marquis Tianjian raised his eyes and glanced at Marquis Yongguan who was sitting upright.
"We have stopped at that step, but we are not far away from condensing the original body. Perhaps in a few years, I will leave here!" Yong Guanhou said calmly.
"Among the three of us, Marquis Yongguan, you are always at the forefront!" Marquis Shenjian chuckled, with a hint of envy in his tone.
"The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current. I have stopped at this step for more than a hundred years, and I am still at this step now, alas!" Yong Guanhou sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and continued to practice.
Seeing this, both Tianjian Hou and Shenjian Hou smiled and closed their eyes one after another. The palace became dead silent again, with only the sound of breathing remaining.
Under the bloody sky, streaks of blood splashed up.
"After my death, if possible, take my corpse back to the homeland mentioned by my ancestors!" Hoarse voices echoed across the heaven and earth, more than 100,000 people, more than 200,000 people, more than 300,000 people .
Seeing this scene, the Daqian soldiers stationed in the distance all took a breath. These lowly people were a little crazy.
If you don’t want to be enslaved, you can only go crazy!
The majestic vitality emerged in the sky. Ye Chen watched this scene quietly, looked around, and remembered the haggard and vicissitudes of faces in his heart.
"Buried forever in the God of War!" Ye Chen's soul was shocked and he was speechless for a long time. The surging vitality condensed in his left hand and merged into his flesh and blood. He saw that the shocking blood hole on his chest was disappearing.
A trace of vitality floated in his flesh and blood, and Ye Chen felt the changes in his body all the time, clang!
The physical power is getting stronger, and the sword swinging down is faster and more powerful.
One inch sword mark, one inch and a half sword mark!
The majestic vitality finally gathered in the sky above Ye Chen, forming a vitality storm. This was the vitality of more than 600,000 prisoners, flowing through the heaven and earth, and pouring into Ye Chen's body.
The white light that permeated the vitality rendered the entire world as if it were daytime. The bloody sky was gone, and the white light was like the light before dawn, dispersing everything.
Seeing this scene, General Daqian stationed at the palace finally couldn't hold it any longer, waved his long whip and shouted: "Go and stop these people, and teach the boy who wields the sword a lesson!"
From a high position, many generals looked at the sword light that occasionally appeared in the distance, feeling vaguely uneasy in their hearts.
"No!" Hundreds of thousands of troops rode out, kicking up dust all over the sky.
Bang bang! There were roars. Looking at the army appearing at the end of the horizon, everyone's hearts sank. The soldiers were finally about to take action.
"For ten years, I have allowed you to bully me, and I have endured it. But at this moment, I don't need the so-called forbearance!" A prisoner sneered crazily, and the terrifying sword energy gathered at his fingertips and fired out. .
Bang bang! The Daqian soldiers at the front fell to the ground and died before they could react.
All the prisoners went crazy, tearing at their chains, their flesh and blood were bloody, and sword energy burst out of their bodies, heading straight towards the army.
Seeing that the prisoners who were like ants in the past actually resisted, these Daqian soldiers sneered again and again, waving the giant swords in their hands, massacring the prisoners, and sneered: "Despicable people!"
For a moment, green blood flew everywhere, blood light and white light alternated with each other, one prisoner after another died tragically, and the emerging life rushed toward the sky.
Bathed in the storm of vitality, the white hair behind Ye Chen gradually turned into ink color, dancing like a snake, and a terrifying aura filled his body.
More than 600,000 prisoners are alive, more than 700,000 prisoners are alive, more than 800,000 prisoners are alive, and more than one million prisoners are alive.
"Despicable people are ridiculous. Flesh and blood are not unique to you, but I, the Martial God, can do it!" Ye Chen sneered, and dull sounds echoed in his body, 70% of the strength of the flesh, 80% of the strength of the flesh... .
The splashing blood fell into Ye Chen's eyes, and his dark pupils were blood red.
"Break!" The Qilin in Ye Chen's hand shot up, spinning, and was about to land on the chain...)
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