The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward the sword corpse, and the endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth merged into the sword corpse.
Its low roar spread within the body of the sword, and the surrounding void twisted in vain.
Without earth-shattering imagination, compared to the realm of hungry ghosts and the realm of heaven, the phenomenon caused by this sword corpse is too ordinary.
"Did it fail?" Ye Chen thought, this failed to refine the sword corpse, which wasted not only the martial arts soul, but also the sword corpse.
The surging spiritual energy remained still all around, and a feeling of flesh-and-blood connection spread out in Ye Chen's heart. Ye Chen's originally dim eyes became bright again: "Success!"
Standing in front of the sword corpse, Ye Chen could control the sword corpse at will. This was completely a sign that the sword corpse was successfully refined.
This feeling was just like when he refined the Dao of Hungry Ghosts and the Dao of Heaven. His sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and Ye Chen's eyes swept around. Wherever his eyes fell, a faint spatial ripple spread out, but this ripple was also like
The surging spiritual energy was still in the void.
In the void within a radius of tens of feet, the air was completely still, and the void was imprisoned.
"Forbidden magical power!" With his eyes closed tightly, Ye Chen could sense the oppression coming from all around, as if the area within a few dozen feet was like a shackle, just like the forbidden magical power previously displayed by Commander Su Qiang, but it was a little different.
"It's as if the entire power of heaven and earth is integrated into this area of dozens of feet in radius!" Opening his eyes, Ye Chen murmured softly: "That's it!"
"It is precisely because this area of dozens of feet in radius is imprisoned, and its spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also imprisoned, so there is no earth-shattering phenomenon!"
"But it was successful!" Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were like lightning, and he landed directly on the sword corpse's eyebrows. A strange-shaped mark was flowing on it, and mysterious fluctuations spread out.
"Restricted rules!" In that mark, Ye Chen felt a familiar wave. The restricted rules were very similar to the restricted rules controlled by Su Qiang before.
"The two martial arts wills merged into a new martial arts will, and the forbidden magical powers and forbidden rules were also integrated into the sword body!" Recalling the previous experience of merging the martial arts will, Ye Chen felt relieved.
"Restricted magical powers!" Ye Chen didn't understand the restricted rules. At a glance, he could only feel that the world around him seemed to be controlled by a giant hand.
"Su Qiang's previous forbidden magical power could confine an area of hundreds of feet, but this forbidden magical power is only a few dozen feet, but the power has been increased several times!" Ye Chen stood up and said calmly to the sword corpse: "Use the forbidden magical power!
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The blood-red skin fell off, and the sword corpse looked like a frail scholar. What was rare was that he exuded an elegant temperament.
The sword corpse opened its eyes, and its gaze was completely different from that of the Heavenly Dao and the Hungry Ghost Dao. There was only endless indifference in the Heavenly Dao's eyes, while there was only deathly silence in the Hungry Ghost Dao's eyes. However, the sword corpse's eyes were more humane. Just this glance,
Ye Chen could feel it in the eyes of the sword corpse.
A trace of emotion, a new emotion. He raised his head, and there was a gentle smile on Jian Zhi's delicate face. He raised his right hand and pointed his sword finger in the void.
In an instant, a deafening sound of heaven and earth sounded in vain in the originally peaceful void.
The sky and the earth roared together, and Ye Chen's expression suddenly changed. He could feel the terrifying pressure sweeping from all directions.
"Forbidden magical power!" The pressure of heaven and earth came over him, as if the whole world collapsed. Ye Chen found that the true energy flowing in his body was about to freeze. Not only the true energy, but also the condensed sword intent, so domineering.
Forbidden magical powers.
Imprisoning the entire world, this world has become the domain of this sword corpse. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ye Chen's gaze fell on the mark between the eyebrows of the sword corpse, "It is more terrifying than the pressure of martial arts. If it is imprisoned, then
You can only get beaten!"
If this forbidden magical power is used properly, it can definitely become a killing move. For example, Ye Chen's magical power of life and death, Eternal Life and Death, can reverse a fight in just a moment.
"Compared to the Hungry Ghost Dao and the Heavenly Dao, you are much more humane!" Ye Chen chuckled as he caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of the sword corpse's mouth.
"From now on, you will be called humanity!" A terrifying aura erupted from Ye Chen's body. Withstanding the pressure of the world around him, Ye Chen took a step forward with great reluctance.
"Remove this restriction!" Stepping into this world, Ye Chen was baptized by the pressure of the world with every step he took. Hearing this, the mark on the eyebrows of the sword corpse dimmed in vain, and the pressure around him disappeared.
live.
It appears silently and disappears silently!
The sword corpse knelt on one knee in the void, looking at Ye Chen with a hint of respect in his eyes.
Hungry Ghost Dao and Tiandao took a few steps forward and stood beside the human path. There was a vague and inexplicable connection between the three sword corpses.
Feeling the powerful aura of these three beings of Heaven, Hungry Ghost, and Humanity, Ye Chen raised a smile on his lips: "With the help of these three people, if Gutian comes to find him, there is no need to be afraid!"
Ye Chen was deeply touched by the terror in the martial arts field.
"But it's not enough. In this hell, Gutian is not the only one who has murderous intentions towards me!" With the restrictions around him removed, Ye Chen turned around and walked towards the blood prison: "Although the rules of fire and killing have been changed,
I have control, but this magical power is still at a loss
Exhibition. It is a generation of sword intent, and its understanding has deepened a lot!" The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged around Ye Chen, the space rippled, and Ye Chen's body dissipated in it.
The Heavenly Dao, the Hungry Ghost Dao, and the Human Dao all stood up one after another, following Ye Chen. All three of them were filled with a kind of fluctuation, but this kind of fluctuation was somewhat different.
Only after several figures disappeared did the cold wind blow on the mountain peak.
Killing is always the theme of hell, and bloody killings are always happening no matter when and where.
In the past few decades, hell has not been peaceful. Dozens of its sects have been bloodbathed, and some forces have been uprooted by some inexplicable strong men.
The martial arts experts from the first-class sects and the three major halls on the Martial God Continent also entered this hell one after another, and it was they who started these bloody storms.
The influx of hundreds of martial arts experts has undoubtedly broken the previous pattern of hell. Especially the city lords of the four major cities have also noticed the recent changes in hell.
A stormy atmosphere spread in the hell, and for a time, the sects of the Martial God Continent emerged one after another in the hell, occupying a considerable amount of power.
Perhaps it was destined the moment Ye Chen and others stepped into hell that the structure of the four major cities in hell would be broken, and they would re-enter an era of separatism among heroes.
In hell, the number of martial arts experts has also skyrocketed, and hell has become a stage for martial arts experts.
Xuanya is a member of the Xuanwu clan. When he followed Xuanbian into the Sword Tomb, he entered hell a few months ago. Even though he was used to killing, he was still quite shocked when he came to this hell.
In just a few months, Xuanya has experienced dozens of fights. In hell, killing never needs a reason. Maybe your blood essence, martial arts, or even the other party's impatience can become the reason for killing.
"Hell, it really lives up to its name!" A bitter smile appeared on Xuan Ren's rough face. He had at least hundreds of sword marks on his body. The sword marks were shocking. In the Martial God Continent, people with spiritual powers
He can also be called a strong man with his martial arts level.
However, in this hell, only the martial arts realm is the strong one. Just a few months after entering hell, Xuanya killed several Lingwu realm warriors, and the price was the sword marks all over his body.
Although there is fighting in the Martial God Continent, there is always a chance to breathe, but here, there is no chance to breathe at all.
"I just don't know if the clan leader and others are here too!" Xuanya's face turned slightly pale as he suppressed the injuries in his body.
Whoosh! A sharp edge shot out in vain in Xuanya's sight. Under the blood-red moonlight, this sharp edge looked extremely eye-catching, tearing the void apart.
Xuanya stopped in vain, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly grabbed his right hand forward, tearing the sharp sword energy into pieces, and directly grabbed the sharp edge in his hand, which turned out to be a broken sword.
The force exploded, crushing the broken sword. Xuanya raised his head and looked forward. There, there was a stone forest several meters high, "Soul Martial Realm!"
Xuanya took a step forward, flicked his right hand, and the fragments of his broken sword shot out, shattering the rocks and sinking into the stone forest. A moment later, several of his screams echoed in vain.
Several figures jumped out from the stone forest and rushed towards the dark night sky. Xuan Ya sneered and took a step forward again. The shadow of his sword intention condensed, and when the sword pointed down, the shadows of his sword intention shot out one after another.
Pierced through those several figures.
Screams rang out, and the blood mist filled the void. After dealing with several Soul Martial Realm warriors, Xuan Ya just breathed a sigh of relief. In this hell, the essence and blood in the warriors' bodies are resources, and the higher their cultivation level, the higher their cultivation level.
The more condensed the essence and blood are, the better the quality of the refined blood crystals will be.
Gao Xuanya knew that now he was the prey, and the warriors in hell were the hunters. No one would be willing to let go of a seriously injured Lingwu realm warrior.
Whoosh! Two sharp sword lights appeared in vain behind Xuanya. Xuanya's expression suddenly changed. He did not turn around, but stepped forward, trying to get rid of the two sharp swords.
Hiss! The sound of the sword tearing flesh and blood resounded. Xuanya's face changed slightly: "I was still careless!"
The sword intent condensed and rebounded on the two sword lights. With the force of the rebound, Xuanya rushed forward a few steps, and two eye-catching blood holes emerged behind him.
Pillars of blood surged wildly, and just as Xuanya was about to fight back, two terrifying auras swept over him, falling on Xuanya like a huge mountain. At the same time, two sharp sword intents filled the surrounding area.
The two sword lights shot out again, completely cutting off Xuan Ya's retreat.
"Damn it!" The remaining zhenqi in his body circulated crazily. Xuanya turned around, grasped the long sword at his waist, and was about to draw the sword, but the scene that happened in front of him made the sword in his hand stagnate in vain.
The two blazing sword lights collapsed, two heads were thrown into the sky, and pillars of blood surged wildly.
The cold wind blew, and the two corpses fell to the ground. Through the diffuse blood mist, Xuan Ya saw a figure walking in the distance.
Young Master Su raised his head and looked coldly at the two corpses in front of him. Finally, his eyes fell on Xuan Ya and said calmly: "A few days ago, you were inquiring about the Sword God Sect?"
Under the bloody moonlight, there was still a little blood on Young Master's sword. Although Young Master Su's eyes were calm, it was this calm gaze that brought endless oppression to Xuan Ya.
His heart tightened, and a vigilant look flashed in Xuanya's eyes, "Who is your Excellency!"
"Blood Prison Young Master Su!" He raised his left hand, and blood flowed through Young Master Su's fingertips, finally transforming into Ye Chen's appearance.
"Fifth Generation!" Xuanya's expression condensed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the figure transformed by the blood energy.
"He is the Blood Hell Emperor now. If you are a disciple of the Sword God Sect, then come with me!" With the blood gone, Young Master Su put away his sword, said no more, turned and walked towards the deserted path.
After pondering for a moment, Xuan Ya stepped forward and followed closely behind Young Master Su.
A few days ago, his disciples of the Tianyan Sect and most of the members of the Blood Prison were wandering in the Lonely Hell, looking for disciples of the Sword God Sect. Xuan Ya was not the first disciple of the Sword God Sect that Young Master Su found.
A few moments later, a stone forest appeared in front of Young Master Su, Xuan Ya and others. In front of the stone forest, a fire was set up. The fire was extremely strong, and the light of the fire dispelled the surrounding darkness.
There were several figures surrounding the fire. When he saw those figures, Xuan Ya's figure trembled slightly, and his face showed an uncontrollable expression of ecstasy: "Xuan Ren, Xuan'e, Qingshui, Juedu!"
Hearing the sound, the four figures all raised their heads and looked at Xuanya with a hint of joy in their eyes. Among these four people, two were members of the Xuanwu tribe, one was a member of the Qinglong tribe, and one was a member of the White Tiger tribe.
Holding the sword, Young Master Su walked on a huge stone, sat down, and said calmly: "I will return to the Blood Prison tomorrow, so please prepare first!"
These four people also have more or less injuries on their bodies, especially the White Tiger clan member, who is the most seriously injured. In the past few decades, Young Master Su has found seven Sword God Sect disciples, but two of them are from the White Tiger clan.
The clan members had already died before Young Master Su arrived.
No matter who you are in hell, you must understand one truth: the weak eat the strong, and there is no moral restraint.
Compared to others, Xuan Ya and others were luckier, at least they were found by Young Master Su.