At this moment, the world was filled with sadness, and inexplicable sadness filled the air. This sadness spread in everyone's hearts, touching the stinging pain deep in their hearts.
"Long time no see, Zhang Ming!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining an arc.
"Captain!" The entire void became silent, and two Spirit Emperor realm warriors whispered.
The warriors around him automatically moved aside to clear a path.
The energy of life and death was surging around his feet. At the same time, they were dressed in white. The two figures looked at each other in the air, and finally chuckled.
"Spiritual Emperor Realm!" In Zhang Ming's body, Ye Shaohan noticed a will as boundless as the sea, which was extremely terrifying.
Similarly, Zhang Ming also felt the oppression from heaven and earth on Ye Shaohan, the oppression from the will of the three moon gods.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming stepped forward in vain, shooting out, and two extremely bright sword lights emerged from the void.
Raise the sword, draw the sword, the simplest sword style! Ding! A crisp sword chant echoed, the sword light shattered, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming put away their swords at the same time, their shoulders bumped slightly, and each took a step back.
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Zhang Ming's eyes were still empty, without any life in them, but when Ye Shaohan looked at him, he noticed a sadness.
This sadness was worse than before. Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, but gently patted Zhang Ming's shoulder with his right hand.
Zhang Ming smiled lightly and glanced at the four sword corpses in the distance, his gaze unwavering: "Is the refining successful?"
"Successful!" Ye Shaohan did not hide the matter of the sword corpse from Zhang Ming, "Now these four sword corpses are my right-hand men. Along the way, these four sword corpses have played a great role!"
"Although the sword corpses are terrifying, they are still an external force after all!" Zhang Ming whispered, and he could feel the coercion flowing within the four sword corpses.
"Of course I know this!" Ye Shaohan turned around, looked at the complicated expressions of Ya Jian and others in the distance, and chuckled: "Are these members of your team?"
"Except for those dozens of warriors, the others are indeed members of my team!" Zhang Ming said lightly. His empty eyes swept over Ya Jian and the others, and said calmly: "Why, did these people offend you?"
"Those guys have been chasing Qing Jue for several months. If I hadn't arrived, I'm afraid Qing Jue would have fallen by now!" Ye Shaohan, wearing a hunting suit, gently raised his Qilin sword, and the cold light filled the air.
"Then kill him!" Zhang Ming stepped forward, his sword energy filled the air, blending into the energy of life and death, and suddenly transformed into strange lilac flowers.
The wind blew these lilac petals and floated out with the wind, covering the void thousands of feet in radius under the petals, as if there was a rain of flowers.
The expressions of the two Spirit Emperor realm warriors became solemn, their martial arts will concentrated, and they avoided the rain of falling flowers.
The moment Zhang Ming took a step forward, Ya Jian's pupils shrank in vain and his mind condensed slightly, now on alert.
But when facing the falling petals, Ya Jian's mind could not help but be immersed in it. Inexplicable sadness spread in his heart, and that kind of sadness was more uncomfortable than death.
Phew! He raised his sword and drew it out. Zhang Ming's figure appeared in vain and looked at the tooth sword that was just a foot away. A sword stabbed out. This sword seemed to have become the instinct of his body.
However, this sword is enough to shake the world. It is the will that has evolved from Weiqing to the extreme, Weiqing will.
The sword light dissipated and was replaced by splashes of blood, and the eye-catching blood fell on the falling petals.
Ya Jian's eyes gradually became blurred, and a sadness still spread in his heart. At this moment, he did not notice the loss of vitality in his body, but was immersed in the memory that he was willing to dust away.
In order to pursue the so-called Supreme Spiritual Emperor, Ya Jian was willing to abandon his wife and the ties of the mortal world, but in the end, what did he pursue?
The sentimental will shattered Ya Jian's vitality and wiped out Ya Jian's soul. Even until his death, the sadness still flowed in Ya Jian's soul.
Sheathing the sword, Zhang Ming ignored the vitality in front of him, and the flower petals fluttering around him disappeared in vain.
"That kind of sustenance has been integrated into the sword, lilac!" Ye Shaohan grabbed it into the void, and the violent thunder condensed into a blooming lilac.
The body of Yajian fell down weakly. This sudden sword made all the warriors in the eight hells startled, especially the two Spirit Emperor realm warriors, whose expressions were a little angry. This Yajian had been with them for decades.
Good friends, but this time they stepped into the abyss of life and death, and they were in different teams. A few months ago, the two of them were defeated by Zhang Ming's sword. Because of their strength, they admired Zhang Ming, so for several months, although they
A powerful man in the Spiritual Emperor realm, but he still obeyed Zhang Ming.
However, at this moment, the tragic death of their best friend has touched the bottom line of their hearts, "Zhang Ming, you actually killed Ya Jian!"
Turning around, Zhang Ming looked at the two team members blankly, his gaze unwavering, and said calmly: "Have these people taken action too?"
Zhang Ming did not say this to the warriors of the Eight Hells, but asked Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan came with a sword and chuckled: "You can't touch these people, because these people are my prey!"
The laughter stopped in vain, Ye Shaohan's eyes turned cold, and his body shot out, like a rainbow, rushing into the warriors of the Eight Hells, waving the Qilin Sword in his hand, and the bright sword light once again brought out eye-catching streaks of blood.
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Stopping, Zhang Ming stood in the void and did not take action. He knew that these people would not be Ye Shaohan's opponents, even the two Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
A series of screams echoed in the void, and then the screams were gradually replaced by roars. The collision of martial arts wills stirred the life and death in the void.
After a while, the direction of the roar gradually dissipated. Ye Shaohan grabbed the souls of the two secret souls in his hand and put them into the Qilin Necklace. The blood evil energy around him emerged and turned into a bone-chilling murderous aura.
Returning with his sword in hand, Ye Shaohan still had not a drop of blood stained on his body, and his clothes were as white as snow.
"Young Master Su, I will leave the funeral arrangements to you!" Ye Shaohan glanced at the densely packed corpses below and said calmly, ignoring Young Master Su's resentful eyes.
Walking side by side, Ye Shaohan, Zhang Ming, Qing Jue, Xiao Luoxue and others walked forward, away from the warriors of hell.
"Qing Jue, is the current Eight Cold Hell really controlled by the prince?" Ye Shaohan's first sentence was to ask about the situation in the Eight Cold Hell.
Hearing this, Qing Jue Jian frowned slightly, shook his head helplessly, and said: "That's true. Although I don't know why the prince can control the Eight Cold Hells, this is a fact!"
"I also met the Fire Emperor during that time and he said the same thing!" Qing Jue looked slightly solemn. After wandering in hell for a year, he naturally knew how terrifying strength was needed to control the Eight Cold Hells.
"The Fire Emperor of the Suzaku Clan, he is also in the Eight Cold Hell now!" Ye Shaohan squinted his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment and said: "Are the other disciples of the Sword God Sect also in the Eight Cold Hell?"
"This should not happen. For the past year, I have been searching for Sword God Sect disciples in the Eight Cold Hells, but I have found no trace of Sword God Sect disciples!" Qing Jue shook his head.
"Fat Man, Wu Ling and others should be in the other two hells!" Ye Shaohan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the void in the distance, where two terrifying pressures were surging.
"Terrifying pressure!" Zhang Ming also noticed the situation there, and there was a slight change in his dead eyes: "The Ling Emperor's second level of oppression!"
"The most important thing is that this aura is that of an acquaintance. I didn't expect to meet him here!" Ye Shaohan said solemnly, and a figure as sharp as a sword appeared in his mind, "The proud son of the God of War!"
"Level 2 Spirit Emperor, is this his strength?" A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. In an instant, his body movement reached its peak, he took a step forward and shot straight out.
Qing Jue and Xiao Luoxue were just about to leave when Ye Shaohan's voice floated over: "Qing Jue, Xiao Luoxue, you two can stay here!"
Whoosh! The human realm, the hell realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the heavenly realm are following behind Ye Shaohan, like shadows, inseparable.
Zhang Ming stood up and followed behind Ye Shaohan without saying a word. In just a moment, the six figures disappeared into the tumbling energy of life and death.
Young Master Su noticed Ye Shaohan's departure, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, but did not move, "Who is your lord, and why do you know so many Spirit Emperor realm warriors!"
Although he was confused, Master Su had no intention of pursuing the matter further. He turned around and urged Leng Feng and others to deal with the corpses.
The two energies of life and death were surging. Ye Shaohan was holding his back with one hand and holding a sword in his right hand. As he took steps forward, the dignified look on his face became more and more intense. These two pressures were very strong, even as much as Lonely Bai's pressure.
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"So much better than the Holy Son!" Ye Shaohan murmured, and his three strands of the Moon God's will converged in the Moon God's mark, like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
Thousands of miles away, its two terrifying pressures hit the void like roaring waves, stirring up terrifying whirlpools of life and death.
The whirlpool of life and death surged, with thousands of figures surging around, avoiding the terrifying whirlpool of life and death, fearing that they would accidentally step into the whirlpool of life and death and re-enter the reincarnation.
These thousands of warriors came from the four hells and were distributed around. They all looked at the empty void with horrified expressions. In the void of thousands of feet, a tall figure was fighting with a dragon that was hundreds of feet long. The sky was dim and the earth was dark.
The two qi of life and death were forced hundreds of feet away. The two extremely terrifying pressures came from these two figures. The bright sword light and dazzling fireworks filled the void.
Among the flashing figures, several elders of the Martial God Temple stood among them, with slightly solemn expressions, "This dragon of life and death is so powerful that it can make the proud man use his magical power and domain!"
With half-closed eyes, the Martial God Arrogant looked indifferently at the roaring dragon of life and death in front of him. The roar of the dragon of life and death stirred up the power of rules and rushed towards him.
"Human, if you dare to disturb my peace, you will have to pay the price you deserve!" The roar surged. The intelligence of this dragon of life and death has long been no less than that of humans, and it uttered human voices.