With the will of these Spirit Emperor realm warriors, Yan Chen is confident that he can break through the world frozen by the ice rules.
"I have to admit, Blood Hell Emperor, you are very strong! But do you think you can keep us here just with these people and this magical power?" Yan Chen said coldly: "These are far from enough. If you can keep us here,
If you stay, then start the fight in Buddha's Reincarnation Hell instead of here!" Saying this, Yan Chen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. Unless this guy is willing to pay the price of losing both sides, the Blood Hell Emperor cannot keep him today.
The coldness surged, the ice sword emerged, the world gradually melted, and the ice shards flying around could bring up the biting cold wind.
Falling on the snow, Ye Shaohan stopped his figure. Indeed, it was difficult to leave Yanchen and others behind, at least a huge price had to be paid. It was precisely because of this that Ye Shaohan chose to step into the fifth-level sword tomb first.
But today is not what it used to be. Ye Shaohan glanced at Yanchen and the others. Several Spiritual Emperor level warriors on the Hell warrior side had already fallen. At the same time, the warriors on the Lonely City side had broken away from Yanchen's team. In terms of numbers, Hell warriors were no longer strong.
take any advantage.
"These people are far from enough, so what about those people?" Ye Shaohan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the surging magma below, with a playful smile in his eyes.
Hearing this, Yan Chen was startled, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart. This feeling was not good, especially when he noticed the playful smile in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
Always vigilant, Yan Chen also looked towards the magma below. Sparks splashed from time to time among the rolling magma, igniting the dry air.
Under the hissing and rolling magma, no one knows what is hidden.
But looking at the magma, Yan Chen's uneasiness became stronger. He seemed to have overlooked something.
Kacha! An extremely terrifying pressure spread on the magma below, and countless bubbles bubbled up. Then, the magma seemed to be squeezed by a huge force, rushing towards both sides, and a trail made of flames gradually appeared.
In the sight of everyone.
And the terrifying pressure spread from the end of the trail. This majestic trend was formed by the convergence of several martial arts wills.
Bang bang! The void shook, and the rolling magma around it trembled.
Suddenly, Yan Chen's pupils shrank, his face instantly turned extremely pale, and he stared straight at the trail. He ignored one detail, which was fatal.
The faces of the other warriors were also extremely embarrassed, their breathing was a little hurried, and their eyes were fixed on the magma below.
Bang! A figure emerged from the end of the trail, with a strong back and a tall figure, and a playful smile on his rough face.
The life and death dragon raised his head, looked at Yanchen and others in the void, and smiled: "What delicious flesh and blood, if you give my old dragon some nourishment, I can recover a lot from my injuries!"
"But these guys are so bold, they dare to take the initiative to provoke this guy, tsk tsk!" The life and death dragon shook its head lightly, stepped out of the magma with meteoric strides, jumped into the void, and its powerful aura rolled out.
Yan Chen's heart sank slightly, and when he met the eyes of the dragon of life and death, he felt like he was facing an ancient giant beast.
Bang! Several more figures stepped out of the magma, and the figures became clearer and clearer. The terrifying will tore through the churning magma, and the spirit emperor realms such as Tiandao and Xianxu stepped out of the air, and the martial arts will burst out and rushed straight into the air.
cloud.
The appearance of eight Spiritual Emperor realm, life and death dragons and others undoubtedly threw a huge boulder into the calm lake.
Ye Shaohan's side originally had Zhang Ming, Fatty Xiao, Young Master Su and many warriors from the Martial God Continent, and there were more than 20 people in the Spiritual Emperor realm.
However, with the addition of Life and Death Dragon and others, the only advantage of Yanchen and others is gone.
Yan Chen's entire face was filled with a solemn look, and Yan Chen's gaze still fell on the magma, because he noticed that there was a more terrifying pressure in the magma.
"Five Spiritual Emperors, I have barely passed this test!" Ye Shaohan chuckled in vain.
"I still underestimated your strength. Although the power of the reincarnation magical power is not as good as that of the fourth generation, its power is more terrifying than it was a few years ago!" A loud voice echoed in the magma below, and at the same time, a figure stepped on
Coming with roiling flames.
The blood-red robe has purple-red flames flowing on it. This figure's entire body is wrapped in purple-red flames.
Huo Qilin raised his head and looked at Yanchen and others. At the same time, after Huo Qilin appeared, the entire sea of fire shook in vain, and its flames rushed towards Huo Qilin crazily, beating with cheers.
Meeting Huo Qilin's gaze, Yan Chen's heart shook wildly, like a thunderbolt exploding in his mind. He took a step back and his face became even paler: "This person is even more terrifying than the Blood Prison Emperor!
"
Ye Shaohan gave Yan Chen a feeling of mystery, while Huo Qilin gave Yan Chen a feeling of oppression, naked oppression, and suppression of will.
"This person is a strong man of the second level of the Spirit Emperor!" Yanchen's face became paler and his breathing became a little hurried. His eyes fell far away on the original fire surrounding the fire unicorn.
It didn't sound as powerful as the surrounding flames, but what made Yanchen feel frightened was the will and rules contained in the purple flame. This will made him a little awe-inspiring, even fearful.
"Is this enough?" Ye Shaohan said with a smile, holding the sword out again, and the ice layer hundreds of feet thick completely froze the world.
The thick ice layer was like a shackle, and Yan Chen and others were completely imprisoned in it.
Roar! Hungry Ghost Dao broke through the ice and appeared behind Ye Shaohan. He was besieged by several Spirit Emperors. Hungry Ghost Dao had some injuries on his body.
Whoosh! The realms of hell, heaven, and humanity also jumped behind Ye Shaohan. Four corpses gathered together, and the pressure surrounding Ye Shaohan grew stronger and stronger.
"Lonely Emperor!" The oppression coming from all around made Yan Chen frightened. At this moment, his remaining fighting spirit was gone. Whether it was individual strength or numbers, their side was completely suppressed. His only
Hope is the Emperor of Loneliness.
The Lonely Emperor still had his eyes closed. The moment Yanchen took action to kill Xiao Luoxue, the Lonely Emperor regarded Yanchen as his enemy. Now, it would be a good idea for him not to add insult to injury.
Ding ding! The clear sword chant echoed in the void, and the ice sword formed by the snow floes formed a storm, with tens of thousands of sword shadows, rotating around Ye Shaohan's figure.
The turbulent sword air flow stirred the surrounding snow catkins, and the snow catkins fell rustlingly. Ye Shaohan stood in the middle of tens of thousands of sword shadows, and the wildly dancing snow catkins condensed under his feet, transforming into a blooming sword lotus.
"This is the true magical power of ice, and the rules of ice are extremely strong!" Standing on the sword lotus, Ye Shaohan slowly pointed his finger in the void. The moment he pointed, tens of thousands of rays of light circled around it.
The ice sword crashed down, shooting directly at Yanchen and the others.
Whoosh! Ten thousand ice swords are like falling stars, carrying the potential of destruction.
"Block!" Yan Chen shouted coldly, and ice rules filled the left and right arms, transforming into a phantom of a dragon!
Bang! Yan Chen was the first to step forward, and his fists brought up a series of afterimages. As the afterimages filled the air, Yan Chen's fist suddenly landed on the ice sword, and the ice sword shattered one after another, turning into ice shards and scattering.
Other hell warriors also rushed out one after another. As the sword shadow was swung, the sharp sword energy surged out, shattering the sword pillars that were shot backwards. However, tens of thousands of ice swords were densely packed and penetrated everywhere. Some ice swords still fell on them.
On the warrior's body.
"This is just the beginning!" Ye Shaohan smiled, grabbing the void with his left hand in vain. The world suddenly became extremely cold, and the flying snow flakes fell from the sky and gathered around Ye Shaohan.
"Melt my will and condense it!" Three completely different wills flowed between Ye Shaohan's five fingers. The will merged into the snow flakes, and the snow flakes condensed into sword leaves.
There are more white sword leaves than ice swords, hundreds of thousands, or even more.
"Everyone, it's time to take action!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, and at the same time, the sword finger clicked down again, and hundreds of thousands of sword leaves shot out to the nine heavens, like a torrent.
Bang bang! More than twenty strands of will burst out from outside the ice layer, and a passage emerged from the hundreds of feet thick ice layer, leading into it.
Whoosh! Led by Fire Qilin, more than twenty figures turned into a stream of light and rushed into the ice!
More than sixty wills soared into the sky, and the ice layer hundreds of feet thick trembled.
The war begins!
Dozens of rainbows flew out behind Ye Shaohan, and a bright sword light appeared through the sky.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually rose, followed closely by high-pitched cold shouts.
Outside the ice layer, Leng Feng and others looked at this scene in astonishment. The melee between more than sixty Spirit Emperors was one of the few in the history of hell.
Hundreds of thousands of sword leaves, each one is under the control of Ye Shaohan. The sword fingers are involved, Ye Shaohan's will is integrated into the sword leaves, and every scene and thing in the thousands of feet of void appears in his mind.
Fire Qilin came through the air with his hands behind his back and stood next to Ye Shaohan.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Huo Qilin looked at the dense sword leaves and whispered: "It's good to be able to control the ice rules to such an extent!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "It hasn't started yet?"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan's sword finger landed in the void again and circled around. The sword leaves around him danced wildly, and the sword wind caused by it suddenly formed a hurricane.
The hurricane moved from bottom to top, covering a Spirit Emperor realm warrior, and tens of thousands of its sword leaves came with a bang.
Whoosh! The Wandao sword leaves brought out eye-catching sword lights. The warrior was directly pierced through the heart by the Wanjian and died. The strong sword leaves passed through his body and continued towards the surrounding hell warriors.
The spirit emperor realm fell, and the blood mist filled the air, turning into ice shavings and scattering.
At the same time, a burst of vitality emerged in the void. According to the rules, this vitality would merge into the void until it dissipated.
However, how could Huo Qilin let go of this vitality? He grabbed forward with his right hand, as if traveling through space, grabbing the vitality and integrating it into Huo Qilin's body. "I want the vitality of these Spirit Emperor realm warriors!"