The white clothes are dancing, and the tall and tall figure is like a mountain.
Holding the bleeding Qilin Sword, Ye Chen looked calmly at Zhang Ping, who was completely annihilated.
From beginning to end, he said nothing.
All around, on the martial arts racks, countless pairs of eyes stared blankly at this scene, their eyes full of disbelief.
The surviving Korean soldiers stood on the chariot with dull faces, and an unprecedented chill rose in their hearts.
The fishy wind blew slowly towards my face.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and several soldiers screamed in vain: "Devil!"
Under the attack like a violent storm, Ye Chen did not suffer any damage and even killed Zhang Ping.
This scene has touched the nerves of everyone present, especially several soldiers, who retreated wildly, heading straight back through the huge illusory door.
Boom! The towering chariot is like lightning, tearing through the rewinding wind, and exits straight from hell.
Without taking action to stop the retreating soldiers, Ye Chen stared intently at the black tornado in front of him. With his strength, it was easy to keep these soldiers behind.
But it will definitely take a little time, and now, what Ye Chen lacks most is time.
He knew that Han Zun must have noticed the moment he killed Emperor Han, and now that the Suowu Hell was broken, Han Zun would definitely not stand idly by.
"Gangfeng rules!" Ye Chen murmured softly. The black tornado in front of him gave him an inexplicable oppression, just like the fireball hovering in the sky in the Suowu Hell of Qi State.
A touch of joy flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. This black tornado contained the endless source of Gangfeng. Although he could not condense the source of Gangfeng now, if there was this black tornado in front of him, he would be able to condense it in the future.
The rules of wind origin also get twice the result with half the effort.
"It's a pity. I have just consolidated my own realm, and there is still a little time left to condense the original body of Gangfeng!"
"Otherwise, this is the best place to gather together!"
Ye Chen said with a little regret, turned around, and slowly stretched out his white left hand from his sleeve, and saw that the turbulent wind around him turned into wisps of breeze, lingering around Ye Chen.
Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked around, surrounded by dense martial arts frames. Thick martial arts chains hung them up.
Seeing Ye Chen's gaze, the eyes of these warrior gods all showed fanaticism.
The scene of killing Zhang Ping with one sword has been deeply imprinted in their minds and they will never forget it in this life.
Whoosh! The black wind that was raging around the Martial God Chosen Tribe fell silent under the gaze of Ye Chen.
After concentrating his gaze, Ye Chen noticed that when these strong winds blew over the bodies of the Martial God Chosen Clan, the vitality within these Martial God Chosen Clan was reduced, and these strong winds gathered into the black tornado behind them.
Ye Chen vaguely felt that this black tornado was the key to this martial arts hell. Once he destroyed this black tornado, the whole hell might collapse.
Ye Chen raised his hand, and the breeze surrounding it immediately turned into sharp sword energy. The sword energy gradually condensed and formed an air sword. As Ye Chen pressed down his big hand, the endless sword energy swept away in all directions.
Dang, clang! It was like a real air sword striking the thick chain. The chain broke with a sound.
The Martial God Chosen Clan who escaped from trouble is standing in the void, still feeling in a trance? Am I out of trouble? This damn martial chain is finally broken?
It wasn't until a few breaths later that these warrior gods reacted, "I'm finally out of trouble, ***, I swore back then that if I don't die, I will destroy South Korea!"
"We're out of trouble! Li has been supporting us for more than a hundred years and has never thought of committing suicide. This is just for today! As long as he lives, Li will definitely make Korea's chickens and dogs restless!"
"Lin'er, my father is out of trouble. The Korean general who killed you in the past will be killed by my father himself!"
A member of the Martial God Chosen clan whose name seemed like a lunatic burst into tears. They had been waiting for this moment for more than a hundred years, or even more than a thousand years.
The sounds gathered together to form a sound of heaven and earth that shook the heaven and earth.
Ye Chen watched this scene calmly without interrupting.
Among the tens of thousands of warrior gods, Ye Chen noticed dozens of extremely powerful auras, and even three of them were extremely terrifying. It was obvious that these three people were the beings who had condensed their original bodies.
"Imprisoned in hell for thousands of years and immortal for hundreds of years, these people have extremely strong will. Once they are given enough resources, these people will definitely become strong, even extremely strong!"
Ye Chen's mind was slightly moved, what the God of War lacked most now was resources.
It was not until a few breaths later that these people calmed down their excited emotions and looked at Ye Chen with great gratitude.
Three figures flew across the sky and earth, and arrived in front of Ye Chen in an instant.
On the far right is a young man, whose whole body is covered with eye-catching blood scars, which looks a bit shocking, but his eyes are extremely sharp.
In the middle is an old man, with a lot of blood on his gray hair.
The one on the far left is a young woman who still retains her charm. Her tattered dress cannot hide her alluring scenery.
These three people all looked at Ye Chen with great fanaticism and said with great excitement: "My benefactor!"
These three people are the ones with the strongest aura among the Martial God Chosen Clan, beings who are above the level of martial arts.
Facing the three people in ragged clothes, Ye Chen's expression softened slightly: "How are your injuries?"
Ye Chen could tell that the souls of these three people were injured.
The young man gritted his teeth, waved his hands, and unleashed bursts of fist wind, and said ferociously: "It's no problem to kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers!"
The old man also had a cold look, "Although these years of prison life have been hard, they have always tempered our minds. After we are released from hell, we will practice for several months. It will not be difficult to recover from our injuries, and we may even make breakthroughs!"
"Once we break through, I will behead the old Immortal Han Emperor alive!" the young woman said with her teeth and claws showing, her eyes as clear as autumn water showing a piercing killing intent.
Cold murderous intent spread across the sky and the earth, and layers of cold air filled the air as the wind swept past.
It was obvious that this woman and Emperor Han had sworn hatred. Ye Chen touched his nose and said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, that guy has already fallen under my sword!"
"Falled?" The young woman's beautiful eyes shrank sharply, and a look of surprise appeared on her still charming face: "Did my benefactor kill Emperor Han?"
"Yes!" Ye Chen nodded slightly: "The previous Emperor Han died under my sword in a foreign battlefield a few months ago, and the current Emperor Han died under my sword a few moments ago!"
The former Han Emperor? The current Han Emperor? Young people, old men, and young women all looked shocked. So, my benefactor killed two Han Emperors?
Suddenly, Ye Chen frowned slightly, and an inexplicable pressure came from outside hell. He thought to himself: "That guy Han Zun finally arrived in South Korea, but Qi Zun and Zhao Zun didn't follow him!"
Today's Ye Chen's perception of soul power is extremely terrifying.
The moment Han Zun appeared in South Korea, he noticed it.
"Three of you!" Ye Chen's expression rarely became serious, and his tone became extremely solemn: "Han Zun is coming!"
Han Zun! The pupils of the three people shrank sharply. The Korean Emperor was a more terrifying existence than Han Emperor. He was definitely not comparable to them now.
"The three of you take your tribe and leave here immediately!" Ye Chen said calmly. The situation in front of him is much better than he imagined. According to his previous expectation, Zhao Zun will also appear in South Korea.
"What about my benefactor?" the young man asked nervously.
"If I stay here, I must at least give an explanation to Han Zun!" Ye Chen turned around and stared at the rewinding black tornado, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Benefactor!" The young man was about to speak, but was stopped by the old man.
The old man asked respectfully: "My dear benefactor, where should I take my people?"
"Daqian Empire!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice: "There are tens of millions of tribesmen gathered there. If you take the tribesmen here to the Daqian Empire, there will be someone to help you!"
"Thank you, old man Su Jun. If my benefactor comes to use the old man one day, he will die through fire and water!" The old man bowed slightly to Ye Chen, turned around without looking back, and walked towards the Martial God Chosen Clan.
The young man and the young woman looked hesitant, staring at Ye Chen's back. Immediately, they also held their hands and said: "My dear friend, we will keep this kindness in our hearts and we will never forget it in this life!"
After saying that, the two of them turned and left. It was not an easy task to take tens of millions of people away with them, but fortunately, there were also many strong people among the tens of millions of people chosen by the Martial Gods.
After a while, the three old men left hell with more than ten thousand warrior gods.
Staring at the figure disappearing in the illusory door, Ye Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as these tens of millions of warrior gods choose to leave, even if he is defeated by Han Zun for a while, he can easily leave.
Now, how far is the gap between myself who has condensed the fourth source body and the realm of the Emperor?