The whole hell was extremely noisy, and the soldiers of Qi State were frightened and all of them were ecstatic.
Looking at Ye Chen who was like a moth to the flame, the tens of thousands of Martial God Chosen clans all fell silent.
"No, this fireball is heading towards us!"
A sharp-eyed soldier, with a bloodless face, screamed sharply through the wind.
This voice drowned out countless whispers. The surviving Qi soldiers raised their heads and saw the fireball, like the scorching sun, falling straight down at an extremely terrifying speed.
When they thought of the terrifying energy contained in this fireball, they really couldn't imagine the power it would produce after it fell.
For a moment, the soldiers of Qi State retreated one after another, away from the locking frame, and rushed towards the Gate of Illusion.
Boom! Endless coercion filled the fireball, and terrifying flames lingered on its surface, spitting out tongues of fire from time to time.
This coercion roared down, and the Martial God Chosen clan directly below seemed to be hit by thousands of troops, and their faces were pale.
"Old Demon!" A rough young man, with a look of despair on his face, said to the white-haired old man who had spoken previously.
The white-haired old man stared straight at the falling fireball without moving.
"Mo Lao, if this fireball falls, we will all be reduced to ashes!"
Another man from the chosen tribe of the Martial God said hurriedly, with veins popping up all over his body, trying to tear off the martial arts chain on his body, and the chain rattled.
Under the leadership of this man, countless Martial God Chosen Races struggled crazily.
This martial chain has imprisoned them for more than a hundred years. Even though their bodies are as strong as gold and iron, they cannot break this martial chain.
In the distance, the soldiers of Qi State who fled around the Gate of Illusion looked at this scene and burst into laughter. They all looked at this scene with playful expressions.
"I thought these guys were numb to life and death!" A soldier smiled while stroking his hands.
"No one can be without fear of life and death. As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die." Another soldier chuckled.
The Gate of Illusion is at the rear. As long as they take a step forward, they can leave this martial arts hell. Therefore, there is no panic on the faces of many Qi soldiers.
"Withdraw the troops, grandma, after all, we are also the elites of Qi State, how can we stay here to be buried with them!"
The Qi soldiers who had spoken out before were the first to step into the gate of illusion and disappear into hell.
Hundreds of thousands of Qi soldiers followed closely behind. Before each left, they looked coldly at the growing fireball. A cold light flashed in their eyes.
Boom! The sea of fire came overwhelmingly, and the hazy sky was rendered red.
Hot air waves hit his face, and the cold chain became boiling hot.
Most of the struggling Martial God Chosen clan gave up in despair.
"Living is the hell they gave us, and now we are about to die. This can be considered a kind of relief!" Countless Martial God Chosen clansmen comforted themselves in this way.
"Mo Lao!" The Martial God Xuanzu, who was still unwilling to give up, looked at the white-haired old man with a calm face.
The thin face was covered with scars, and the white-haired old man's complexion was extremely yellow, but his eyes were as clear as a clear spring. He ignored the exclamations of the younger people around him, and his eyes were fixed on the fireball in front of him, silently thinking in his heart:
"Thirty feet. More than twenty feet, more than ten feet, seven feet!" The whole land seemed to be placed on a furnace, and the dark blood-colored ground cracked open.
Just when the fireball was less than five feet away from the locking martial arts frame, the silent white-haired old man chuckled and said, "No problem!"
"This fireball will not fall!" The white-haired old man was extremely confident, and the sparks flying up from the sky landed on his face.
Hearing this, the struggling Martial God Chosen clan raised their heads one after another, and saw the huge fireball in front of them strangely stopping in mid-air at the moment the white-haired old man's voice sounded.
The whole hell fell into dead silence in vain, and after the deathly silence there were bursts of earth-shaking wild shouts.
The narrow escape from death made these previously unsmiling warrior gods burst into laughter.
Phew! At this moment, several high-pitched phoenix calls echoed in the sky above Hell. The phoenix calls immediately overwhelmed the laughter of everyone, and countless eyes looked at the fireball above, only to see the raging fireball.
In the burning sea of fire, three huge Suzaku phantoms condensed out, as if they were real. These three Suzaku phantoms unfolded their shining wings, spread their wings, and hovered around the fireball.
Endless strong wind suddenly appeared below, lifting up the huge fireball, and the fireball rushed upward at an extremely terrifying speed.
"What's going on?" Such a strange scene made the surrounding Martial God clans full of doubts, while the warriors with profound cultivation had pensive eyes and stared at the fireball motionless.
Only the white-haired old man smiled slightly at the corner of his dry mouth: "It is our great fortune to have such a strong person in our clan!"
After hearing these words, everyone was startled for a moment, then realized something and asked softly: "Mo Lao, that tribesman from before is still there?"
"If he falls, how can we stand here safe and sound!" The white-haired old man chuckled.
"This is the strong man, the real strong man. Even such terrifying flames can't help him!" the white-haired old man said with emotion.
Hearing this, the eyes of many Martial God Chosen Tribes showed ecstasy. As long as that clan member did not die, today they can leave this damn Martial Locking Hell. When they thought of escaping from trouble, the eyes of each Martial God Chosen Tribe were filled with overwhelming anger and murderous intent.
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"Look, there's a figure in the fireball!" A sharp-eyed Martial God selected clan pointed at the fireball in the sky and exclaimed.
After hearing this, everyone looked and saw that there was indeed a figure vaguely visible in the fire ball.
Hiss! As far as the eye can see, there are countless flames. Wandering in the sea of fire, Ye Chen is always being devoured by thousands of fires.
With an expressionless face, Ye Chen walked forward step by step. His sharp gaze fell far away in the depths of the fireball. Feeling the terrifying flames here, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth: "If I use these flames
Condensing the fire origin body, the condensed fire origin body must be no less than the thunder origin body, or even stronger! Qi State's territory has been breached, Qi State should be aware of it, and immediately step into the core area of the fire ball to devour these flames
, the body that condenses the origin of fire!”
Ye Chen suddenly stopped and glanced at the illusory door in the distance. He vaguely noticed a shocking oppression coming towards hell, "It seems that Qi has noticed it!"
Thinking of this, Ye Chen no longer hesitated, and suddenly kicked his feet in the void, and his body shot out and rushed into the core of the fireball.
The closer he got to the center of the fireball, the more terrifying the blazing flames around him became. The pervasive heat wave hit his face. For a moment, Ye Chen's whole body was surrounded by flames, and a heart-wrenching feeling completely spread throughout his body.
This kind of pain only made Ye Chen frown, and the speed of the shot never slowed down.
After a few breaths, Ye Chen seemed to have reached the center of the fireball.
Looking around at the blazing flames, Ye Chen took a slight breath of hot air, sat up in the air, closed his eyes, and his breath overlapped with the burning flames around him.
"The souls of all the seniors have turned into the fire of heaven and earth, the soul fire!"
"Today, I, Ye Chen, use these soul fires to condense my original body!"
"I, Ye Chen, will remember this!"
"In my lifetime, I, Ye Chen, will definitely break through the Three Thousand Hells of Tiangang and save my chosen tribe of the Martial God!"
With his mind extremely calm, Ye Chen felt the breath coming from the surrounding flames, felt something in his heart, and murmured. Although his voice was low, it was like thousands of thunders, spreading throughout the hell.
Below, countless eyes looked at this scene in astonishment, condensing the original body? He wants to use such terrifying flames to condense the original body of fire?
"Mo Lao!" A warrior said slightly worriedly.
"Don't worry, my benefactor dared to break into hell alone. Now that he has walked into the fireball, his cultivation level must be earth-shattering, beyond your imagination!"
"Such a strong man must be extremely prepared if he wants to condense the original body!" Inadvertently, the white-haired old man had already called Ye Chen his benefactor. Although he said this, the white-haired old man felt unsure about how to condense the original body.
It is extremely dangerous to do something yourself, let alone with the help of such a terrifying flame, no one dares to do such a crazy thing. If you are not careful, you will fall into ruin, and even your soul will be destroyed directly.
Boom boom! In the raging sea of fire, Ye Chen's breath was calm and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation. The mark of the Moon God between his eyebrows glowed with a bright brilliance.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying tearing force surged out from the Moon God's mark.
The blazing flames all around were pulled by this tearing force, penetrated down, and poured into Ye Chen's body...