The white clothes danced, and the tall figure was like a mountain.

Holding the bloodied Qilin Sword, Ye Chen looked at Zhang Ping with a calm expression.

He never spoke.

All around, on the lock frame, countless pairs of eyes looked at this scene in a daze, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The surviving Korean soldiers, each with a sluggish face, stood on the chariot, and a chill that had never been felt before rose in their hearts.

The fishy wind is blowing in the face.

The choking smell of blood permeated, and several soldiers exclaimed in vain: "Devil!"

Under the attack like a raging storm, Ye Chen was not damaged at all, and even killed Zhang Ping.

This scene had already touched the nerves of everyone present, especially several soldiers, who retreated wildly, straight out of the huge illusory door.

Boom! The towering chariot was like lightning, tearing through the winds and exiting hell.

Without making a move to stop the retreating soldiers in the rear, Ye Chen stared intently at the black tornado that ran through the heavens and the earth in front of him, with his strength, it was easy to leave these soldiers behind.

But it will inevitably take a little time, and now, what Ye Chen lacks most is time.

He knew that at the moment of killing Emperor Han, Han Zun must have noticed something, and now, the lock martial hell was broken, and Han Zun would definitely not stand idly by.

"Gangfeng Rules!" Ye Chen muttered softly, the black tornado in front of him gave him an inexplicable oppression, just like the Qi Kingdom's Locked Martial Hell, the fireball hovering in the sky.

A touch of joy flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, this black tornado contained endless Gangfeng Origin, although he couldn't condense the Gangfeng Origin Body now, but if there was this black tornado in front of him, he would condense the Gangfeng Origin Rules in the future, and he would get twice the result with half the effort.

"It's a pity that we have only consolidated our own realm and have to condense the body of Gangfeng's origin. It's still a little bit hot!"

"Otherwise, this is the best place to gather!"

Ye Chen said with a little regret, turned around, and slowly poked out his white left hand out of his sleeve, only to see the surging wind around him turn into wisps of breeze, lingering around Ye Chen.

Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked around, surrounded by dense locks, hanging them from heavy chains.

Seeing Ye Chen's gaze, these martial gods were all fanatical.

The scene of killing Zhang Ping with a sword. It has been deeply imprinted in their minds, and they will never forget it in this life.

The black wind that was originally raging around the Martial God Elective Clan fell silent one after another under the gaze of Ye Chen's gaze.

With a fixed gaze, Ye Chen noticed that when these Gangfeng blew on the Martial God Elective Clan, the vitality within these Martial God Elective Clan was less, and these Gangfeng gathered into a black tornado behind him.

Ye Chen vaguely felt. This black tornado is the key to this locked martial hell, and once you destroy this black tornado, the entire hell may collapse.

Ye Chen raised his hand, and the breeze that lingered around him immediately transformed into a fierce sword aura. The sword qi gradually condensed, forming an air sword, and as Ye Chen's big hand pressed down, the endless sword qi swept away in all directions.

Bell, bell, like a substantial air sword slashed on a heavy chain. The chains were broken.

Standing in the void, the martial god chosen clan who had escaped from the predicament still had a feeling of trance?

It wasn't until a few breaths later that these Martial God Clans reacted. "Lao Tzu is finally out of trouble, grandma's, Lao Tzu swore at the beginning that if Lao Tzu does not die, he will destroy Korea!"

"Get out of trouble! Li has supported him for more than 100 years, and he has never had the idea of committing suicide, for today! In his lifetime, Li will make Korean chickens and dogs restless!"

"Lin'er, you are out of trouble for your father, the Korean generals who killed you in the past will be killed by your father!"

A martial god who looked like a madman burst into tears, and they had waited for this moment for more than a hundred years, even more than a thousand years.

The voices converged together to form a sound of heaven and earth, which shook the heavens and the earth.

Ye Chen looked at this scene calmly and did not interrupt.

Among the more than 10,000 Martial God Elective Clans, Ye Chen sensed dozens of extremely powerful auras, and even three of them were extremely terrifying, obviously these three people were the existence of condensing the Origin Body.

"Imprisoned in hell for thousands of years, hundreds of years of immortality, these people's will is extremely firm, once they are given enough resources, these people will inevitably become strong, even peerless powerhouses!"

Ye Chen's mind moved slightly, the most important thing for the Martial God now is resources.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that these people calmed down their excited emotions and looked at Ye Chen with great gratitude.

Three figures swept across the heavens and the earth, and instantly came in front of Ye Chen.

On the far right is a young man, covered with striking blood scars, which looks a little shocking, but his gaze is extremely sharp.

In the middle was an old man with a lot of blood on his pale gray hair.

On the far left is a young woman still charming, her tattered dress that can't hide the alluring scenery.

These three people all looked at Ye Chen with great enthusiasm, and said excitedly: "Engong!"

These three people are the strongest in the Martial God Elect Clan, and they are above the Martial Dao Realm.

Facing the three people in rags, Ye Chen's face softened slightly: "How are your injuries?"

Ye Chen could see that all three of them had injuries on their souls.

The young man gritted his teeth, waved his hands, brought up a gust of fist wind, and said fiercely: "It is not a problem to kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers!"

The old man also had a cold eye, "Although the prisoner career has been hard all these years, it has always honed our minds, and after getting out of hell, it is not difficult to recover from the injuries on my body for a few months, and even make a breakthrough!"

"Once the breakthrough is made, the old lady will have to kill the old immortal of the Emperor Han alive!" the young woman said with her teeth and claws, revealing a piercing killing intent in her clear eyes like autumn water.

The cold killing intent surged between heaven and earth, and layers of cold air were diffused on the upside-down wind.

Seeing that this woman and Emperor Han had an unrivalled hatred, Ye Chen touched his nose and said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, that guy has fallen under my sword!"

"Fallen?" The young woman's beautiful eyes shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face, "Engong killed Emperor Han?"

"Hmm!" Ye Chen nodded slightly: "The previous Emperor Han died under my sword on the extraterritorial battlefield a few months ago, and the current Emperor Han died a few moments ago under my sword!"

The former Han Emperor, the current Han Huang, the young man, the old man, and the young woman were all stunned, so to speak, Eun Gong killed two Han Huang?

Suddenly, Ye Chenjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable oppression came from outside the hell, and he secretly said in his heart: "That guy Han Zun has finally arrived in Korea, but Qi Zun and Zhao Zun didn't follow!"

Today's Ye Chen, the perception of his soul power is extremely terrifying.

The moment Han Zun appeared in Korea, he noticed it.

"Three!" Ye Chen's expression became rare and serious, and his tone became extremely solemn: "Han Zun is coming!"

Han Zun! The pupils of the three of them shrank suddenly, Han Emperor Zun, that is a more terrifying existence than Han Huang, it is definitely not comparable to them now.

"The three of you immediately leave here with your clansmen!" Ye Chen said calmly, the situation in front of him was much better than he imagined, according to the situation he had expected before, Zhao Zun would also appear in South Korea.

"What about Engong?" said the young man nervously.

"I'll stay here, at least give Han Zun an explanation!" Ye Chen turned around and stared at the upside-down black dragon scroll, a flash of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"Engong!" the young man was about to speak, but was stopped by the old man.

The old man respectfully asked, "Engong, where should I take my clansmen to?"

"Daqian Empire!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice: "Where are tens of millions of clansmen gathered, you take the clansmen here to the Daqian Empire, and someone will answer you!"

"Old man Su Jun Xie, on his day, if Engong has an old man's day, the old man will go to the soup to fight the fire!" The old man bowed to Ye Chen slightly, turned around without looking back, and walked towards the Martial God Clan.

The young man and the young woman looked hesitant, staring at Ye Chen's back, and immediately, the two of them also arched their hands and said: "Engong, this kindness, we will keep it in mind, this life will be unforgettable!"

After saying that, the two of them also turned around and left, leaving with tens of millions of clansmen, which is not a simple matter, but fortunately, among the tens of millions of martial gods, there are also many strong people.

After a while, the three old men took more than a thousand Martial God Electors and left the hell.

Looking at the figure that disappeared in the Illusory Gate, Ye Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as these tens of millions of Martial God Elective Clans left, even if he was against Han Zun for a while, he could easily leave.

Now, how big is the gap between the self that has condensed the fourth origin body and the realm of the emperor? For mobile phone users, please go to read. )