The first thousand four hundred and eighty chapters
"You are not qualified enough!"
Its sound turned into an unimaginable Yaodi sound, hovering in the sky.om
Thousands of corpses shot out from the sky roared, and rules appeared on them one after another, forming one after another, trapping Ye Chen in it.
"Whether you are qualified or not is not up to you!"
Wearing a green shirt and dancing, Hou Ying came through the air.
The surging tide of corpses followed closely behind, rolling over the ground in a dense mass.
"Bodies are scattered everywhere, corpses are rolling on the ground!" Hou Ying said sternly, and his majestic will burst out of his body and merged into these corpses.
At the same time, a huge phantom appeared in the sky above Hou Ying, just like the substance, Hou Ying's original body.
"Thousands of fires are burning, all corpses are walking, start!"
Hou Ying took a step forward, but his original body turned into ten thousand ghost fires and merged into ten thousand corpses.
The strange will-o'-the-wisps flashed in the corpse's head, and a cold breath spread over the corpse. The presence of these will-o'-the-wisps seemed to give the corpse a will.
Roar! A series of shrill roars sounded, and these horrifying corpses rushed out, flashing with bursts of light, and rushed towards Ye Chen.
Ten thousand terrifying auras, like physical chains, wrapped around Ye Chen's body and sword.
Ye Chen looked up and saw the flickering will-o'-the-wisps and snow-white corpses. This scene was extremely spectacular.
"Disperse the original body among thousands of corpses, tsk tsk!" Ye Chen calmly stared at the flashing will-o'-wisps with his eyes, and chuckled: "The sword formation is good, but it's a pity that the entrance of the formation is not good enough."
The same sentence has somewhat different effects when spoken before and after.
Zhu Hai's face was abominable, his eyes were wide open with a ferocious look, "Damn you pariah, I have to cut him into pieces today!"
Hou Ying also sneered, this guy was too arrogant.
If Zhu Hai had not been provoked before and entered the formation angrily, how could he have easily broken through the Zhu Yao Crazy Demon Formation?
"Walking corpses, buried, buried, buried!" Hou Ying roared, and among the corpses that were shot out, clusters of will-o'-the-wisps condensed into blades and swept out with great force.
Standing in the middle, Ye Chen would have to face this tidal wave of offensive no matter how he retreated.
Ye Chen lowered his eyes, looking at the hanging Aoshi Sword, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The earth can bury the dead, but it cannot bury the sword in my hand!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen raised his right hand and raised the Proud World Sword, cutting off the locks of tens of thousands of auras around him. He kicked his feet into the void, and his figure jumped high, and ghost fires roared around Ye Chen.
But it passed by, but it didn't fall on Ye Chen.
Whoosh! Facing the dense will-o'-the-wisps, Ye Chen went straight towards Hou Ying. His martial arts world spread out, and wherever he touched, the will-o'-the-wisps were extinguished.
Staring at Ye Chen who came through the air, Hou Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and his sword finger moved slightly, pulling the corpses around him, "Bury!"
With a loud shout, the surrounding corpses gathered together to block Hou Ying's front, and his tiny will-o'-the-wisp blades also gathered together to form a hundred-foot-long fire blade, which went up and down, slashing down horizontally.
, the place where it fell was exactly where Ye Chen was standing.
At the same time, Hou Ying shouted sternly: "Zhu Hai quickly set up Zhuyao's crazy dance formation!"
Hearing this, Zhu Hai nodded repeatedly and led thousands of followers to disperse in Yaodi. Everyone sneered. As long as two formations appeared together, this arrogant pariah would surely suffer a lot.
Whoosh! The hundred-foot-long will-o'-the-wisp blade roared towards him, but Ye Chen turned a blind eye and walked forward.
"The original body condensed by ghost fire is also the origin of fire, and it also belongs to all fires!"
"Not many people are qualified to play with fire in front of me!"
Ye Chen said lightly, just when the ghost fire blade was about to fall on him, three high-pitched neighing sounds suddenly sounded.
Puff! Thousands of fires gathered strangely around Ye Chen. Three huge Suzaku phantoms appeared through the sky and bumped into the will-o'-the-wisp blade. Before Hou Ying could react, the will-o'-the-wisp blade collapsed.
, turned into countless flames, shooting out in all directions like a waterfall. Three Suzaku phantoms flapped their wings, neighed, and hovered over Ye Chen.
"All the fires in the world, listen to my command and gather together!" Long sleeves danced, and Ye Chen's excessively white left hand slowly stretched out, pointed it as a sword, and pointed it in the void.
I saw the thousands of fires that rolled out, trembling one after another, and then shot out, like falling stars, extremely bright, lighting up the entire sky in an instant, and falling on thousands of corpses.
Kaka! The corpses blocking the front turned into ashes.
Seeing this, Hou Ying's expression suddenly changed, he snorted coldly, raised his left palm, and slashed it down with a bang. Clusters of will-o'-the-wisps surged out of the corpse and gathered together to form the original body.
The original body appeared, and all the fires in Yaodi trembled, and many flames even escaped Ye Chen's control.
Ye Chen came with a sword, and three Suzaku phantoms came to the top, rushed down, and hovered around Hou Ying's origin body.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Ye Chen's figure suddenly and strangely disappeared in the air, and his voice suddenly sounded across the ground: "One!"
All the fires in the land trembled, and the phantom of the red bird neighed.
"Sword!" In the seventeenth level of hell, whether it was the sword in the hands of Marquis Xinling or the sword inserted below, they all screamed in unison.
"Qing!" Hou Ying felt an extremely terrifying force, which cut off the connection between him and the corpses. This formation of corpses seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.
"City!" The last word fell, and Yaodi rules emerged from all directions, and its tidal world of martial arts spread out, with a total area of more than 60,000 feet, and fell on Hou Ying's original body. The original body trembled and dimmed.
No light.
At the same time, Hou Ying's soul trembled suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he stared straight ahead. A bright sword light slowly appeared. In front of this sword light, Yaodi was colorless, like ink.
The darkness swallowed everything, swallowing Hou Ying's vision and even his mind. This ink-like darkness made him panic, especially Hou Ying, who was about to summon the original body, but a roar sounded in his mind, making him panic.
Hou Ying, who used to have a calm personality, exclaimed: "No, it's impossible!"
Click! A sound rang across the ground, and no one knew what it was.
The Lord of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, Xinlinghou, felt his heart tremble, and he stood up suddenly before sitting down. At a glance, the picture that appeared was completely dark.
"Hou Ying!" At this moment, Xinling Hou couldn't calm down anymore. He fluttered his sleeves and ran straight into the sky.
"What kind of sword style is this?" Chi You murmured to himself, his bright and long eyes full of shock. She could detect that Hou Ying's powerful aura gradually disappeared quickly.
"One sword can conquer a city!" Fatty Xiao raised the corner of his mouth, "There is nothing better than this to conquer an entire land!"
His face was pale, Hou Ying's eyes were a little frightened, and he was ruined. The original body he had spent his entire life condensing was destroyed. A feeling of weakness came to his heart, and the pressure around him was like thousands of mountains, falling.
on him.
Hou Ying could only watch the sword light coming, without even a chance to ignite the power of his soul.
"Hou Ying!" Hou Xinling's shout echoed throughout the seventeenth level of hell through the eighteenth level of restrictions.
Hearing this voice, Hou Ying's ashen face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, "Master Hou, save me!"
However, just as Hou Ying's words were spoken, a flash of sword light appeared and penetrated directly into Hou Ying's head. His soul did not escape and was annihilated by the surging martial arts will.
With one sword strike, Hou Ying dies!
Qian Jing is sharp and sharp, and when he draws his sword, he will definitely attack.
The moment blood splattered in the sky, the land returned to clarity, except for some haze.
Hou Ying's body staggered, fell straight down, and landed on the high platform below.
At the same time, a figure in white clothes like snow descended from the sky with a sword holding a powerful force. Its clothes were fluttering and its hair was wildly dancing. This figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone.
This sword contained great power and was pointed directly at Zhu Hai, who had a serious look on his face.
"Marquis Xinling, you gave me the opportunity to kill these two people. If you give me the opportunity, I won't miss it!"
With piercing eyes, Ye Chen glanced at the ground below and said with a cold smile. Endless rules revolved around the Proud World Sword. Below, he sensed a terrifying oppression, from the pressure of Marquis Xinling.
"Shuzi, how dare you!"
The roar of Marquis Xinling echoed through the restrictions