Chapter 2120: Ghost Prison City

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"The city of ghost prisons is the city of ghost prisons." After the silence, hundreds of people exclaimed, it was difficult to hide the surprise, and they struggled along the way. After too much suffering, they finally found it. excitement.
At the moment, whether a stranger or a martial art master, got up, ran and ran, stepped on the light step, stepped towards the other side, and rushed away, for fear of running slowly, being rushed by the first leg, got the day Meteorite.
Not everyone has gone, such as the disabled, who can't stand, can't help but are lying on the ground? After all the hardships, they are all in the ghost prison city.
However, there are also some people who are very persevering, walking with a cane, and limping past, the meaning seems to be: I can rescue again.
Look at Yang Ge old them again, still staying in the glutinous rice circle.
"The legendary ghost prison city really exists." Shangguan murmured.
"Otherwise, past?" Yang Xuan said tentatively.
"Farewell." Yang Ge smiled and rubbed his sword with his head buried in his head. "The little friend will not let us go. It must have his reason. It's so scary outside, let alone the city of ghost prison. I went away. Mostly it is a burden. If you encounter a terrible existence, it will be difficult for young friends to take care of it. "
"That's true, too." Yang Xuan and Shangguan Yuan thought for a while and sat down again.
Ye Chen would not let go, then he would not go. In this gloomy ghost mountain, Ye Chen was more ethical than them, and resolved more than one crisis. They were reliable every time. He listened to him, and lived well. It ’s easy to find excitement. Turn left ahead ... Huangquan Road.
The three did not sit still, waving their hands constantly, throwing away the healing medicines to the disabled martial arts people and strangers.
"Thank you." The disabled people all looked grateful.
"Saving one's life is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter." The words of the three were surprisingly consistent.
Next, it was very calm. Most of them looked in the direction of the city of ghost prison. After a long time, nothing happened.
"Old Yang's head, you sword, that's good!" The boring Shangguanzhang, touching his chin, staring at Yang Ge's old Xuanlei sword, looked and looked, and from his vision, he could see that it was so mysterious. The black sword is extraordinary and can be called a magic soldier.
"Sent by a friend, cutting iron is like mud." Yang Ge, old and cheerful, holding a rag and wiping it harder, striving to wipe out the Xuanlei sword and wipe it brightly. He is old, and in his second life Just point to it.
"That kid, there are a lot of babies." Yang Xuanyu booed endlessly, and the thief liked Yang Ge's old sword. He thought to himself that he would find Ye Chen one day.
There are two words. Ye Chen here has entered the deepest place and stopped in front of an ancient city.
The gates are dark and closed, and the walls are stained with blood. I do n’t know the blood of any age, which has not yet dried up and is bloody. On it, there are marks left by swords, swords, and halberds. Also engraved with four big characters: the city of ghost prison.
Ye Chen looked up and looked up at the sky. He could clearly see the source crystal spirit power, strands of light, drifting into the ghost prison city, which is a good proof ... his previous guess is indeed the ghost prison city is working , Sneak attack on the spiritual power of the old grave source crystal.
And standing in front of the ghost prison city, he could clearly smell ... the atmosphere of the demon.
"You will find a hiding place." Ye Chen coldly hummed, suddenly raising his hand, a strong King Kong palm, pushed open the gate.
Suddenly, the evil spirits surging, rolling out, violent bloodthirsty, the spirit of heaven and magic like a hurricane, the rocks that rolled down, making the martial arts masters and heretics who have not yet arrived here all flew out.
Although the demon hurricane is strong, he can't shake Ye Chen. He is like a monument, standing still, only in strong clothes and long hair.
Against the hurricane, he stepped into the ghost prison city.
In the eyes, I saw soldiers standing in icy armor, wearing black helmets, all eyes closed, holding hands in battle, covered with dust, standing alone, standing in one party, forming a square team. Many, like a black carpet, covered the ground.
Ye Chen frowned slightly, and could see that these soldiers were all evil spirits, but they were all given blood. If there is a respect, it must be created by the demon, and its purpose is to protect him.
Looking over the soldier, Ye Chen looked deeper. At the end of the soldier's side, there was a stone platform. On the stone platform, there was a dark coffin. On that day, the devil was lying inside, and the source crystal spirit power was stolen. It is where it is gathered.
With the blowing of the overcast wind, the dust on the soldiers was blown away, and the evil spirits were given blood one by one. At this instant, their eyes were opened collectively, their eyes were empty, their expressions were dumb, and it was really embarrassing.
There was no order. These evil-soldier soldiers also made an offensive posture, holding Zhan Ge and rushing to Ye Chen. If they were fighting, they would charge hard.
"Are you able to stop me?" Ye Chen indifferently took out the Taomu sword, smeared his own blood, blessed the sword gas, swept it out, and smashed the evil soldiers who were in front of him.
During the killing, he walked towards Shitai step by step, without squinting, but all the evil soldiers who rushed in were slashed by him with a sword. Tens of thousands of evil soldiers could hardly stop him.
Outside the city, masters of martial arts and strangers arrived.
It is embarrassing that I can't breathe in the future in one breath, without even seeing the city gate. Then I was blown away by the devil hurricane that day, such as the autumn wind and fallen leaves.
Not everyone is as powerful as Ye Chen. If these third-rate characters reach the gate of the city, they still ca n’t get in. Even if Shangguan and Yang Xuan are here, it ’s the same. They want to enter the city of ghost prison. For hundreds of years of skill, don't even think about it.
"Where's the wind?" The martial arts masters and the strangers scolded each other, and they were all here, but they were run by a gust of wind and all over the sky. What's more, are they still floating in the sky now?
"The old man wouldn't believe it." The seniors of Yiwulin snorted violently, with strong internal forces and fierce robes. They were like buns with blue heads, buried their heads, and rushed forward desperately.
The next second, he came back, returned by the hurricane, and watched by everyone ... flew into the distance.
Even so, there are still unbelievers, but a gust of wind came over, all his mother's letter.
The wind is strong.
"Listen, is there a war in the city?" Many people gathered together, raised their ears, the sound of metal collision, continued to the ears, and passed from the city of ghost prison, and the movement was not small.
"Are there living people in the ghost prison city?" Everyone looked at each other.
They were scratching their heads, Ye Chen in the city, and killed fiercely. One sword, one blocked the god, the Buddha blocked the Buddha, and opened the way with ten thousand swords toward the ancestors. Everything they passed was gray.
Just a moment before and after, nearly ten thousand evil soldiers were all destroyed.
Ye Chen was so arrogant, holding the blood-stained Wuxian Sword, stepping on the steps, and stepped up to the stone platform, and every time he took a step, the sarcophagus vibrated, as if angry, but also afraid. From the soul.
Because, from Ye Chen, he felt a sense of imperialism, the exclusive Emperor of the Demon, that is, this mortal had slaughtered his Emperor of the Demon Realm.
boom!
With a loud noise, the sarcophagus exploded, and the demon leaped from the inside, wearing dark armor, a hair, scarlet eyes, bloodshot eyes, and scarlet binocular dye.
Ye Chen's look was calm, and his eyes were ancient. He glanced through the secret of the demon. He is not a pure demon, but a drop of demon blood left in ancient times, wrapped in a trace of remnant soul, and shaped the human shape through the vicissitudes of years.
It is a pity that this is the heavens and the world. He is constrained by nature and has no origin to provide magic. He is still in a mortal ancient star, causing him to fall into a state of half man and half monk, with one foot on mortal and one foot The monk.
In this regard, he is not as good as Princess Yinyue, and for this reason, he is afraid to go to the old grave and rob Yuanyuan, forcing him to fight with Princess Yinyue. His chance of victory is less than 40%.
"You ... are a mortal after all." Tian Mo sneered.
"I have slaughtered the emperor, and as a mortal, destroy you as well." Ye Chen indifferent.
"Look for death." Tianmo stormed, stepped on the stone platform, Mori's palm, patted Ye Chen, strong magic wind, cold and bones.