Ye Chen stood on the stone handle, his thin figure looking slightly lonely in the moonlight.
There was a faint purple thunder at Ye Chen's fingertips, and Ye Chen's eyes fell on it.
The Art of Reincarnation circulated in Ye Chen's body, and its aura of heaven and earth merged into Ye Chen's body. Ye Chen never stopped practicing at every moment.
Liu Dong held the sword, stood under the stone sword with a respectful expression, and whispered: "Three days ago, the battle between the master and Han Xin was not only spread in the Lonely Hell, but also spread to the other three hells! Han Xin is here
The Lonely Hell has a very high reputation, and its strength is also extremely powerful. After the master killed Han Xin, the powerful Lingwu realm warriors who originally came to challenge him also fell silent. In the past three days, the warriors outside the Blood Prison have not broken through.
Entering the Blood Prison to cause trouble, it is obvious that the master's strength has intimidated those warriors! And relying on the master's reputation, the Blood Prison has absorbed a lot of new blood. Compared with a few days ago, the Blood Prison's strength has improved a lot, especially the Blood Prison
military!"
Speaking of this, Liu Dong looked slightly excited. After all, he is managing the Blood Prison now. The strength of the Blood Prison has increased, which is enough to prove Liu Dong's ability.
However, Ye Chen's eyes were still half-closed, his gaze always focused on the beating thunder and never moved away.
On the other hand, Lin Dao and the others showed a hint of surprise in their eyes. Indeed, the strength of the Blood Prison today has increased several times compared to a few days ago, especially since the Blood Prison Army has expanded to 5,000 people.
One emperor, three emperors, four kings and eight commanders. One of the emperors is Ye Chen, one of the three emperors is Liu Dong, and the four kings are Lin Dao, Lu Qing, and two strong men at the third level of the Lingwu Realm.
As for the other Lingwu Realm strongman, he is the chief among the eight commanders. Thinking of this, Liu Dong felt a little proud in his heart, "***, in terms of cultivation, I, Old Liu, are not as good as you, but in terms of status,
My old Liu ranks first!"
"At the same time, dozens of tribes have moved into the Blood Prison, hoping to join the Blood Prison and hope to be protected by the Blood Prison!"
"Now the population in the Blood Prison has increased to more than 200,000! If this trend continues, the Blood Prison will at least expand its area!" At this point, Liu Dong raised his head and looked at Ye Chen cautiously, but Ye Chen
Chen's eyes were still fixed on the flashing thunder. In this regard, Liu Dong was wise and did not continue to talk about these trivial matters. Regarding the trivial matters in the Blood Prison, Ye Chen never asked about it. Liu Dong made his own decision on any opinions.
This is one of the reasons why Liu Dong admires Ye Chen. After a pause, Liu Dong showed a rare solemn look on his face: "A few dozen days ago, I sent Blood Prison disciples out to investigate the matter of this challenge!
After dozens of days of research, we got some information. A month ago, several Lingwu realm warriors suddenly spread the news, saying that they were defeated by the master's sword. Then, the news spread among some warriors.
Next, it spread throughout the lonely hell. And the name of the first person in the martial arts was also spread by those Lingwu realm warriors. These Lingwu realm warriors only showed the strength of the Lingwu realm, but did not reveal their true identities.
.However, the Blood Prison disciples discovered that one of the Lingwu Realm warriors had been to the Minhou Sect!"
Speaking of this, Liu Dong's eyes flashed with a coldness, "Therefore, Old Liu, I guess that this series of disturbances were caused by the Min Hou Zong!"
Hiss! The purple thunder was beating, and Ye Chen's eyes rarely changed at all, "Keep talking!"
"After all, the Blood Prison was only established a few months ago. In the Lonely Hell, the Blood Prison cannot affect the interests of those first-class sects, and the only forces that conflict with the Blood Prison are the surrounding sects!"
"After two months of bloodbath, all the sects within a radius of several thousand feet have been destroyed by us. Therefore, there is no force in the surrounding area that has any conflict of interest with us."
"Only for the Minhou Sect, the master of the Xuesha Pavilion went to the Minhou Sect to participate in the young sect's marriage. Afterwards, he brought two elders of the Minhou Sect to the Blood Prison. However, whether he was the resident of the Xuesha Pavilion or
All the elders of the Minhou clan died under the Lord’s sword!”
"But it is precisely because of this that the Minhou Sect and I, the Blood Prison, have formed a rift. There are rumors from the outside world that the leader of the Minhou Sect broke through Lingwu to the martial arts a few years ago and is still consolidating his cultivation!"
"The Lord can easily kill three Lingwu third-level warriors, which is enough to make the Minhou Sect fearful. There is currently no strong person in the Minhou Sect who can compare with the Lord. Therefore, for the death of the two elders, they can only
Put the matter to rest, think that this is just the surface, secretly they planned this turmoil, pushed the Lord to the forefront, and tried to use other warriors in the lonely hell to obliterate the Lord!" Liu Dong's words were very smooth, obviously,
He had analyzed this matter before.
Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, but Lin Dao and the others raised their heads and looked at Liu Dong thoughtfully. Although this man's cultivation was not strong, his vision was extremely vicious and he could analyze the whole thing through some details.
The whole story is not simple.
"***, I, Old Liu, have been able to reach this point, firstly, by ruthless means, and secondly, by my vicious eyes!" Realizing the purpose of Lin Dao and others, Liu Dong pretended to be indifferent,
There was a little bit of pride in my heart.
"How strong is the Min Hou Zong?" The flashing purple thunder dispersed from the palm of his hand, and Ye Chen closed his eyes.
"There are dozens of powerful Lingwu Realm masters, and their sect leader has just broken through the martial arts realm for more than a year!" Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. Liu Dong naturally has a certain understanding of the strength of the Minhou Sect, but this is only on the surface.
It’s just strength!
"Martial arts realm warrior!" Speaking of martial arts realm, Ye Chen's tone was still so calm.
"There's just one thing that's weird?" As if he remembered something, Liu Dong's eyes showed a hint of doubt, "In the past few months, the Minhou Sect has been walking around in the Lonely Hell, looking for a disciple of the sect named Gui Jian Sect.
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"I, Old Liu, have lived in the Lonely Hell for hundreds of years but have never heard of the Guijian Sect. Could it be that the Guijian Sect is a newly established sect, or does it come from the other three hells?" Liu Dong muttered.
Bang! Ye Chen, who had his eyes closed tightly, opened them in vain, and said with a solemn expression: "Return to the Sword Sect?"
Liu Dong rarely saw a solemn expression in Ye Chen. Sensing the solemnity in Ye Chen's tone, Liu Dong also realized that this matter was not simple, "It is indeed Gui Jian Sect. Your Majesty, do you still remember that I met you a few months ago?"
What day did you go up?"
"That day!" Although Ye Chen didn't wake up at first, his perception was still there, so he naturally remembered it.
"At the beginning, I took hundreds of Blood Demon Pavilion disciples to collect blood crystals. On the way, I met a seriously injured Lingwu realm warrior. This man claimed to be a disciple of Gui Jian Sect. At first, I thought that this Gui Jian Sect was someone else.
The sect of hell!" After saying this, Liu Dongfang noticed that Ye Chen's face became more serious. Lin Dao and the others did not understand this matter, but they did not say anything and were silent for a while.
"Gui Jian Sect! The only people who stepped into the silver vortex were me, Hungry Ghost Dao, Li Ren, and Gu Tian! And then disciples of Gui Jian Sect suddenly appeared in this hell. Could it be that it was not just the four of me who entered the hell!"
"If other people step into the silver whirlpool, they will also appear in hell!" Thinking of this, a cold aura surged out of Ye Chen's body, "And the Minhou Sect is looking for Gui Jian Sect disciples, then
There must be people from the Minhou Sect who have returned to the Jianzong!"
"The most likely person is Li Ren. Li Ren entered hell. Li Ren noticed the auras of other people from the Guijian Sect in the hell, and used the Minhou Sect to find the disciples of the Guijian Sect!"
"I just don't know if Qianchuan Xue and others have discovered the whirlpool. If they step into the whirlpool, they should also appear in hell!" Thinking of this, Ye Chen became more and more sure that this hell is the real sword tomb, and the silver whirlpool is just
The entrance to the black and white world is a transitional area. "With the strength of Qianchuan Xue and others, if they enter hell, will they be able to adapt to the killing here?"
A trace of worry appeared in Ye Chen's eyes. He chuckled and stood up. Ye Chen looked at the gray sky and said, "If they step into hell, the plan now is to find them!"
"If I rashly let the Blood Prison Army look for the disciples of the Sword God Sect, then the Minhou Sect will definitely know the news. In this way, Li Ren, who is in the Minhou Sect, will also know that the Blood Prison Emperor is a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
The most likely person is me!"
"Although I don't have the Hungry Ghost Path, I am not afraid of facing Li Ren. However, if Gutian is lured out, with my current strength, I can only retreat!" Cold murderous intent emerged in Ye Chen's eyes, "
It seems that I am going to visit the Minhou Sect!"
"It's better to take the initiative than wait for death!" As soon as Ye Chen's murderous intention spread, Liu Dong and others noticed that the surrounding water vapor condensed into ice chips and scattered.
"But before going to the Minhou Sect, there is one more thing to do, and that is to evolve the magical power of thunder!" He restrained his killing intent, and the flashing thunder emerged from Ye Chen's hand again, "For three consecutive months, dozens of sword intents have been fought.
"Jie, although there is only a little progress, I am becoming more and more proficient in controlling the rules of thunder!" Closing his eyes, Ye Chen's mind was once again immersed in the thunder in his hands.
Seeing this, Liu Dong bowed slightly to Ye Chen, turned around and left. Liu Dong knew that if Ye Chen closed his eyes, it meant that no one was allowed to disturb him.
Lin Dao and others stood on the rocks below with their swords in hand. They also closed their eyes and started practicing. The cold mountain wind made their martial robes rustle.
The moonlight is like water, flowing in the mountain streams. In hell, the moonlight is no longer like that in the Martial God Continent. The moonlight here is blood red, and a scarlet veil covers the vast land.
The scarlet moonlight fell on the rocks, making the night in hell look extremely strange.
A slender figure walked under the scarlet moonlight, wearing a luxurious robe and a luxurious long sword.
The scarlet moonlight could not cover up the cold light on the sword. Behind this slender figure were several guards, all of whom exuded extremely terrifying auras.
"Young Master, we will reach the Blood Prison in a short time!" One of the guards whispered, looking at the figure in front of him with a look of respect in his eyes.
At the end of the night, cold light emerged from the night, transforming into bright sword flowers. He sheathed his sword. The noble prince stood with the sword in his hand, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his deep gaze stopped at the sky: "The Emperor of Blood Prison