The black wind raged at the end of the sky, and chains of extremely dark colors fell down.
At the end of the chain, there is a locking frame hanging.
On the locking frame, a pale-faced warrior god selected from the clan was restrained.
The black wind swept forward with the power of destroying the heaven and earth, and rolled over the bodies of the chosen tribe of the Martial God.
The fierce wind tore apart their flesh and blood, and a series of blood flowers flew in the sky, forming a budding blood lotus.
There is no place in this hell, only black winds sweeping across it.
Looking from a distance, under the sky, countless black chains are swimming, like long snakes.
At the same time, towering chariots were circling in the howling wind.
On each chariot, stood a soldier with an indifferent expression. The chariot moved slowly, and the soldiers on it looked at the chosen warriors on the martial arts rack, without any pity in their eyes.
Especially when the black wind swept toward the locking frame, a cruel smile appeared on the lips of these soldiers.
Whoosh! The black wind is like a sharp knife.
Huh! The chosen clan of Martial Gods sitting on the locking martial arts racks all had painful expressions on their faces, and their souls merged into the black wind.
Whoosh! The sweeping black tornadoes gathered at the end of the sky. There, there was a black tornado tens of thousands of feet high, reaching up to the sky and down to the underworld.
Both the warrior gods and Korean soldiers looked at the black tornado in fear.
There was a black tornado, and there was only one figure in the sky and earth with a radius of several thousand feet.
Zhang Ping, the strongest man guarding hell, had his silver hair dancing like a snake under the strong wind.
As the chariot slowly passed through the thousands of feet of heaven and earth, the soldiers on the chariot saluted one after another to show respect.
"These guys are so pitiful. They are being beaten by the strong wind day and night!" A young soldier on the chariot sighed slightly.
"Poor? If it weren't for keeping these people useful, these ants would have died long ago, saving me the trouble of guarding here for ten years!"
"However, the vitality of these guys is really tenacious. Some of them existed hundreds of years ago. They are actually holding on until now!"
"A terrible will!"
"The will is terrible, and in the end it will be ravaged by us!"
Bursts of whispers sounded on the slow-moving chariot. Soldiers yawned and commented on the blood-stained warrior gods.
The chosen tribe of the God of War closed their eyes and silently endured the impact of the strong wind.
Bang! There are skeletons hanging on some empty martial arts racks. Once these chosen clansmen of the Martial Gods die, their flesh and blood will be dried, leaving only the skeletons. Over time, even the skeletons will weather.
Whoosh! The wind howled furiously, and the whole world was filled with this whirring sound. At this moment, a melodious sword cry rose into the sky.
The sudden sound of swords made the soldiers on the chariot look stunned.
Even Zhang Ping, who was standing thousands of feet away from the black tornado, suddenly opened his eyes with a look of surprise.
Buzz! The sound of a sword turned into the sound of swords filling the sky, replacing the howling of the Gangfeng.
At the sound of swords, both the warrior gods and the Korean soldiers felt a terrifying killing intent. Even those who had experienced hundreds of battles felt palpitating with this killing intent.
"Who!" Zhang Ping shouted coldly, and his voice turned into the sound of heaven and earth and swept across, causing the strong wind within tens of thousands of feet to shatter.
The majestic power filled the air, Zhang Ping stepped out, his eyes were like lightning, staring straight at the other end of the sky, where a huge illusory door flickered and appeared.
Just when the sound of swords in the sky reached its peak, a figure in white quietly appeared.
Seeing this figure, Zhang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly: "This is a forbidden area in South Korea, and anyone who steps in will be killed without mercy!"
"Do you have my emperor's jade order?" Zhang Ping shouted sharply.
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at this hell of endless wind. His eyes swept across many Qi soldiers, and finally fell on Zhang Ping. He ignored them and walked forward step by step. His eyes were extremely cold.
Ignoring the Korean soldiers in front of him, he quietly looked at the black tornado tens of thousands of feet high behind Zhang Ping.
Seeing that Ye Chen ignored the warning and came through the air, a bloodthirsty light flashed in Zhang Ping's eyes and he said coldly: "It seems that you are not the envoy sent by my emperor, so you are here to rob the prison!"
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"Prison robbery!" The originally expressionless Martial God Chosen tribe showed astonishment in their eyes. For thousands of years, they had never seen anyone coming to rob the prison.
That desperate heart couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope at this moment.
However, when these warrior gods turned around and saw that figure in white, their eyes dimmed again.
Can one person come to hell to rob the prison and defeat the army of more than a million in front of him?
"I came here alone to rob the prison. I admire your courage!" Staring at the young man in white with black eyes and black hair, Zhang Ping felt a feeling of palpitations, which came from deep in his heart, especially when he faced that road.
When Gujing Wubo looked at him, an invisible and huge pressure hit his face.
"Generals, listen to the order and deploy a storm array with thousands of arrows!" Zhang Ping ordered.
"Promise!" Hundreds of thousands of soldiers standing on the Cold War chariot in the forest agreed. They stretched out their hands and held the spears behind their backs. The spears were shining with bursts of light, and the strong winds surrounding them were converging on the spears.
Whoosh! Hundreds of thousands of spears were densely packed, like meteors, passing through the sky, dazzling, criss-crossing, and sweeping towards Ye Chen.
The power contained in the spear broke through the void.
Lifting his eyes, Ye Chen took a quiet look and said lightly: "Ning!"
I saw an inexplicable coldness spreading down from the sky, and thousands of spears stopped in front of Ye Chen, covered with a thin layer of frost.
"Broken!" Ye Chen took a step forward, and with a bang, the spears shattered, turned into powder, and scattered in the endless wind.
Seeing this scene, hundreds of thousands of soldiers gasped.
When the formation failed, Zhang Ping frowned slightly and held down the sword at his waist with one hand. The sword instantly unsheathed and pointed directly at Ye Chen, saying coldly: "Wheel Sword Formation!"
Boom! In mid-air, in front of the slowly moving chariot, several phantoms of dragons slowly appeared, pulling the tall chariot and rushing away like a rainbow.
There was a loud rumbling sound throughout the void, and tens of thousands of chariots galloped towards Ye Chen, carrying the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.
This scene was so earth-shattering that the Martial God Chosen Clan who were imprisoned on the martial arts rack all showed unbearable expressions in their eyes.
On the other hand, Ye Chen's pace was still the same, unhurried and unhurried. The moment the first chariot approached, a red light flashed in Ye Chen's hand, and the Qilin Sword appeared quietly and slowly raised.
Poof! Heavy sword shadows shrouded the chariot. The soldiers on it didn't even react. Their heads were overturned. Headless corpses were still standing, with blood bursting out like pillars.
Poof! Ye Chen passed by the first chariot, and the Qilin Sword in his hand fell slowly. He saw endless sword energy sweeping in. The soldiers in the second chariot were all riddled with holes and splattered with blood.
Phew! Raising his sword again, Ye Chen repeated the extremely simple movements, and one after another heart-stopping sounds kept coming out, Phew! Phew! Phew!
Ye Chen walked forward step by step, as if walking on flat ground. Whenever he raised his sword or dropped it, thousands of people would be killed. No one could resist. Wherever the sword pointed, blood spattered wildly, and countless corpses lay everywhere.
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Ye Chen felt like he was in a deserted place. Within a few seconds, under the sky, there were hundreds or even thousands of chariots piled with corpses. The gurgling blood dyed the chariots red, and also dyed the chariots red.
Black Gangfeng.
Like the god of death, Ye Chen had no words and remained silent, harvesting life mercilessly.
Looking at this scene, a hint of panic gradually appeared in Zhang Ping's eyes.
As for the Martial God Choosing Clan, his eyes became bright again.
Holding the bleeding Qilin sword, Ye Chen passed by thousands of chariots and appeared a hundred feet away from Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping's pupils shrank sharply, and he caught a glimpse of the flashing blood on the Qilin sword, and felt chilled in his heart.
"Your Excellency, if you break through this hell, you will be endlessly hunted by Korea!" Zhang Ping took a breath, his confidence was a bit weak.
"Really?" Ye Chen said for the first time. The hanging Qilin sword was raised again, and a sword light that eclipsed the world came out and came to Zhang Ping in an instant.
Zhang Ping suddenly raised the giant sword in his hand to block it. However, when the giant sword touched the sword light, it passed through silently. It was just an afterimage. The real Qilin Sword had reached Zhang Ping's neck, poof!
Zhang Ping's head was overturned, and the red and white brains were mixed with blood, which was particularly scary.
As soon as the soul appears, it is immediately extinguished.
The clean and neat killing was like chopping vegetables. This scene gave the surrounding Martial Gods an unreal feeling... (To be continued)