Intense explosions echoed between the heavens and earth.
A terrifying vampire monster rampaged wildly. Each time it swung its arms, its dark golden claws tore through the void. Its momentum was unmatched, and everywhere it went was a scene of destruction, a shocking sight to behold.
Li Wujie and Hong Qianye were having a hard time. Although they joined forces to fight the enemy, they were still at a disadvantage.
The ultimate form of the Blood Nightmare was terrifyingly strong, suppressing them both single-handedly.
Bang!
Li Wujie was sent flying with a slap, spitting out blood. Before he could steady himself, he was slapped into the ground, creating a booming sound and rolling dust.
It was hard to imagine that he was completely outmatched in speed, always being hit a step ahead, with no power to fight back, like a cat toying with a mouse.
Hong Qianye wasn't doing much better. Because the Blood Nightmare moved too fast, he couldn't hit it accurately, so he released a wide range of flame attacks.
Who knew that the滔滔holy flames would be split open by its claws.
It turned out that the Blood Nightmare flapped its wings and launched a surging offensive in a dive, breaking through the vast sea of flames all the way, as if entering an uninhibited land!
"Not good!"
Hong Qianye's eyes narrowed, and he quickly formed a hand seal.
Sizzle~
Claw marks crisscrossed, and Hong Qianye was torn to pieces on the spot!
The corners of the Blood Nightmare's mouth cracked into a terrifying arc, and it let out a cruel and unpleasant laugh, "Die, you lowly human race!"
After using secret techniques to strengthen itself, it had completely stimulated the potential within its body, greatly improving in all aspects, and completely crushing these two troublesome opponents.
Of course, the price was also terrifying, leaving some permanent damage to itself.
But now that things had come to this, the Blood Nightmare knew that it had to go all out, otherwise not only would it not be able to avenge its great hatred, but it might even lose its own life!
As for the Bone Sword Clan leader who had escaped earlier, he was nowhere to be seen. The Blood Nightmare knew that the other party must not have believed it, so he slipped away first. It despised this in its heart.
But it didn't matter, this kind of stuff would only be a hindrance if it stayed. Anyway, it only needed to kill one more person next.
Suddenly, the change in the scene before him made the Blood Nightmare's expression slightly stunned, and then turned to embarrassment and anger, realizing that it had been tricked!
The shattered body of Hong Qianye, who had been torn apart by the claws, turned into wisps of flame and quietly dissipated into the air.
Buzz~
Not far away, a red figure re-condensed, its clothes fluttering, and its demeanor was detached and refined.
A dignified look appeared on his fair and jade-like face.
Hong Qianye did not feel complacent because of his escape just now, but felt a little palpitations.
The opponent's speed was not only extremely fast, but its lethality was also very strong. He had learned it after a few rounds.
He must find the right opportunity to give a fatal blow!
"You dare to trick me?!" The Blood Nightmare stared at the red figure, its face full of murderous intent, wishing it could tear it into pieces.
Feeling the overwhelming sense of oppression, Hong Qianye's body tensed up, stiffened slightly, and cold sweat slid down his face.
Just as the Blood Nightmare was about to make a move, a terrifying aura erupted from the side.
Boom~!
A terrifying figure holding a knife swept over rapidly, full of power.
At this moment, Li Wujie had entered the final stage of his berserk state. A striking head of blood-red hair fluttered, his eyes were as black as ink, and his body was surrounded by monstrous killing intent, as if a world-destroying demon god had possessed him, about to bring endless disaster to the world.
Compared to his previous inability to control this state, he could barely maintain a trace of reason now.
But he couldn't delay, the more he delayed, the more trouble he would be in, as if he was trapped in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself!
"Gods and Demons...Together Weep!!!"
Li Wujie roared madly, wielding his knife with all his might and slashing at the huge vampire monster. This slash was already his limit.
This move could be called the pinnacle of the Dao of the Blade, and it was also the final form of the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique!
Its power was indeed as its name suggested, even gods and demons would weep for it!
"What?!"
In an instant, even the Blood Nightmare's scalp went numb, and it felt very bad.
This knife was very strange. It seemed impossible to avoid it. The sky and the earth were both dead ends, directly sealing off its space.
There was no way. The Blood Nightmare had no choice but to take it head-on.
Sizzle!
A streak of extreme blade light streaked across the sky, as if to cut this world in half.
The Blood Nightmare watched helplessly as its indestructible claws were shattered, its two thick arms disintegrated inch by inch, and even a large cloud of blood mist exploded in its chest.
A piercing pain made it scream, "Ugh..."
It could be seen that Li Wujie's knife was very strong!
"Good chance!"
Seizing this gap, Hong Qianye no longer held back, almost exhausting all the power in his body, deciding to use the strongest fire-based technique on the surface to end this monster.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
An extremely pure crimson flame, like a jet of air, sprayed out and enveloped the injured Blood Nightmare.
Unlike before, this flame seemed very ordinary, and did not even cause any celestial phenomena, but its power was the most terrifying!
This was Samadhi True Fire!
"Ahhhhh..."
The Blood Nightmare, unable to dodge, was hit head-on. Its whole body was burning with raging flames, making crackling sounds like stir-fried beans, and the strange burnt smell was strong.
Pain!
Too painful!
The Blood Nightmare swore that this was the most painful experience it had ever had.
Soon, the wailing stopped abruptly, and the huge charred body fell heavily to the ground.
"It's over." Hong Qianye panted, his chest rising and falling. The consumption was huge.
Li Wujie, exhausted, knelt on the ground with his knife, sweating profusely. His head of blood-red hair gradually turned into normal black, his mind went blank, and his body felt extremely weak.
He couldn't help but say, "Damn it, we finally killed this monster."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The charred body suddenly twitched violently, its flesh squirming and growing wildly, its broken limbs reconnected, and its originally weak vitality became stronger and stronger, bursting out with a strong life force!
In the two people's unbelievable gazes, the monster stood up again, exuding an irresistible terrifying aura.
"How is this possible?!" Hong Qianye and Li Wujie were shocked, and a sense of despair rose in their hearts.
The strongest thing about the immortal blood clan is their self-regeneration ability.
And the clan leader of the immortal blood clan, who possesses the strongest bloodline, naturally has the best ability in this regard. With the blessing of his cultivation and secret techniques, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to kill him.
At this moment, Hong Qianye and Li Wujie were completely powerless.
They had exhausted all their resources through their desperate gamble just now. How could they still have the ability to continue fighting the opponent?
"You really surprised me..." The Blood Nightmare's face was ferocious, and it said hatefully.
The heavy damage it had just suffered even made it feel like it was on the verge of death!
Fortunately, its self-healing ability was extremely strong, otherwise it would have died long ago!
"This evil creature is really hard to kill!" Hong Qianye clenched his fists, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"You wait, Master will definitely avenge us!" Li Wujie gritted his teeth.
"If he comes, I'll kill him too, and just suck all the blood from you master and disciples!" The Blood Nightmare grinned.
It strode over, its eyes cruel, and it was about to grab the two of them, suck their blood one by one, and restore its own strength.
"Do you really have the ability?"
At the end of the sky, a tall figure was walking step by step, seemingly slowly, but actually arrived at the scene in the blink of an eye. The young man was dressed in white, his posture was majestic, and his eyes were as cold as lightning.
His head of silver hair fluttered, matching his snow-white clothes, like a dream. His peerless elegance and unparalleled divine posture made people unable to help but kneel down and worship.
This scene, falling into the eyes of the two disciples, seemed to be frozen forever. All kinds of emotions surged in their hearts, their eyes were wet, and they shouted in unison:
"Master!!!" Ten thousand years, and they finally saw that man again!
Instantly, the feeling of facing desperation vanished without a trace, replaced by a sense of full confidence, as if they had something to rely on, unafraid of any threat!
It was like this in the past, and it is like this now!
Because this man is synonymous with invincibility!
"It's you!"
Xue Yan naturally recognized the other party's identity. At this moment, his muscles were tense to the extreme, as if facing a formidable enemy.
It felt that Ye Junlin's state was very strange. On the surface, it felt like a Saint King, but it also carried an aura of dominating the world, and even it had the urge to kneel down and submit!
What's going on?
Xue Yan felt a little uncertain, but thinking of its current state, it forcibly calmed down!
What is there to fear?
At worst, they would fight to the death!
After all, Xue Yan was completely confident that with his ability, it could even contend with the strongest at the level of the Hell Clan leader!
"In order to deal with my Kunlun Realm, your Nine Netherworlds have really gone all out this time. It's a pity that you are destined to fail."
Ye Junlin casually strolled over, constantly approaching Xue Yan.
Seeing the silver-haired youth pressing closer step by step, Xue Yan instinctively felt a tremor in his heart. In order not to show weakness, his eyes turned fierce, and he decided to strike first!
Boom!
A vast blood-colored sonic wave like a tornado spewed out from his mouth, causing even the sun, moon, and stars to tremble.
Hearing this sharp whistling sound, Hong Qianye and Li Wujie's minds were shaken violently. With their current state, this attack was impossible to resist!
But they did not dodge in the slightest, just standing there, firmly believing that they would not be harmed in any way. The reason was very simple.
Because their master had already protected them behind him!
[Ding, it is detected that the host is encountering an attack from an enemy at the ninth level of the Saint Ancestor. The passive effect of becoming stronger when encountering the strong is now triggered, and the host has obtained the cultivation of the tenth level of the Saint Ancestor!]
The system prompt sounded.
The aura on Ye Junlin's body rose like an angry dragon, leaping from the Saint King realm to the level of the Great Perfection of the Saint Ancestor realm!
Reaching this realm, the Saint Dao rules of heaven and earth were completely transformed for his own use, like an immortal and indestructible Saint Dao ancestor, standing at the end of the Saint Dao!
Then, he raised his hand and waved it gently, and the vast sonic wave power instantly collapsed.
"You!" Xue Yan was struck by lightning, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, a chilling chill rushing straight to the top of his head.
Ye Junlin had a playful smile on his lips, "Killing you is as easy as flipping my hand."
After saying that, he raised his hand to grab.
In an instant, Quasi-Emperor grade Saint Intent erupted!
Xue Yan was so frightened that his scalp went numb. In his vision, Ye Junlin just stretched out his hand towards him. It was a simple action, but it inexplicably brought him a huge sense of oppression.
This feeling was like a giant stretching out his big hand and grabbing a tiny fly in front of him!
The fly could not resist and could only let it all happen!
"Escape!"
This thought flashed through his mind.
Knowing that he was no match, Xue Yan frantically flapped his wings and was about to retreat violently. His speed was at the top level of the Saint Ancestor realm, so he was still very confident in saving his life.
After all, if he couldn't win, couldn't he escape?
With this idea in mind, Xue Yan gave up the idea of revenge and wanted to escape from the Kunlun Realm at all costs.
It's a pity.
It had no chance!
Whoosh~
A golden hand shuttled through the endless void, exuding the terrifying Emperor's might that suppressed all realms, and forcibly grabbed this vampire monster back.
"Ugh ah…"
Xue Yan shouted in horror, struggling desperately, but it was useless. His power seemed insignificant under this big hand.
As someone whose strength was extremely close to that of the supreme powerhouse, it was very frustrating to be played by that youth. At the same time, there was also a deep despair and regret!
"Master's strength is so strong…" Li Wujie was dumbfounded, feeling that the scene in front of him was unbelievable.
The powerful enemy that he had struggled to contend with was just a bug that could be easily manipulated in Master's hands!
"It's normal. Master has been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and his skill must have greatly improved." Seeing this situation, a look of extreme shock flashed in Hong Qianye's eyes, and he said excitedly.
They didn't recognize that Ye Junlin was using Quasi-Emperor grade Saint Intent. On the one hand, their understanding was not up to par, and on the other hand, they couldn't detect it at all.
Quasi-Emperor grade Saint Intent was like coming to a higher dimension, not something they could perceive at their level.
"Ye Tiandi, I was wrong. Let me leave, and I will never fight against the Kunlun Realm again!" Knowing that he was afraid, Xue Yan quickly begged for mercy.
"Do you think it's possible?"
Ye Junlin smiled indifferently and exerted force with his palm.
"Ah…"
With a bang, Xue Yan was crushed by the golden hand, leaving not even a trace of residue, and disappeared from this world forever.
Objectively speaking, if Ye Junlin only mastered Venerable grade Saint Intent, he would not be able to cleanly kill Xue Yan. He would have to go through some twists and turns before he could completely eliminate it!
However, Ye Junlin used Quasi-Emperor grade Saint Intent. Under the blessing of this level of Saint Intent, Xue Yan, whose self-healing ability was extremely terrifying, could not even last a round in his hands!
He was directly killed!
"Hiss ~ ~ ~ ~"
Hong Qianye and Li Wujie gasped sharply, looking at Ye Junlin with reverence as if he were a god.
Master is indeed Master. The things that they couldn't do even with all their efforts, he did it as soon as he made a move!
It's simply outrageously strong!
Slowly retracting his hand, Ye Junlin had a clearer understanding of the power he now possessed.
It was not in vain that he slept for ten thousand years to have this power.
It's worth it, it's so worth it!
If others knew that Ye Junlin could master the Quasi-Emperor grade Saint Intent that all Saint Ancestors had always yearned for just by simply taking a nap, wouldn't they be so angry that they would vomit blood?
In this world, how could there be such a cost-effective thing?
Ye Junlin put his hands behind his back, looking at his two disciples with a look of appreciation, and said with relief: "You have worked hard during the time I was away."
"Master!" Li Wujie came back to his senses from the shock, wishing he could rush over and hug the young man's thigh.
"This disciple has not worked hard, I just miss you very much!" Hong Qianye's emotions were very excited, her face was flushed, and her eyes were unwilling to leave the other person for a moment.
Ye Junlin's voice was calm, and his smile was as warm as a spring breeze, "Ten thousand years is just a blink of an eye. I am very happy that you have grown to this point. I really didn't misjudge you back then. You are good."
"Thank you for your praise, Master!"
Getting the approval of this young man, Li Wujie and Hong Qianye's eyes were bright, and a huge warm current surged in their hearts, and they were very moved.
"Now, it's time to go to the next location." Ye Junlin's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice.
The seventh area is also the last energy node of the World Extinguishing Tower.
If the Nine Nether alien race stationed on it is not cleared, then this war is not over! At the summit of a magnificent sacred mountain stood a heroic man, his sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, his eyes as deep as the sea. He was robust and towering, like a pillar supporting the sky, dwarfing even the sun, moon, and stars above.
He possessed an aura of dominance, as if he were the master of heaven and earth, overlooking all directions!
Upon closer inspection, one would be surprised to find a trace of bewilderment, or rather… confusion, on the face of this imposing man!
Yes, utter confusion!
This man was none other than the master of the Holy Martial Realm, the Panlong Martial Saint!
While the Saint Ancestor Realm experts of other worlds were merely putting on an act, unwilling to genuinely assist the Kunlun Realm, the Panlong Martial Saint was an exception. He was willing to risk offending those super powerhouses to venture deep into the Kunlun Realm and lend a hand.
However, upon entering, the Panlong Martial Saint was stunned by the sight before him! How was this Kunlun Realm so different from what he knew?!
The cultivation environment was even better than that of his Holy Martial Realm. But that wasn't the main point. The key was that the armies of the Nine Nether races, powerful as they were, were actually in a state of continuous retreat in this world!
It wasn't the one-sided crushing he had imagined!
This meant that the overall strength of the Kunlun Realm was now qualified to contend for the top spot in the Divine Court!
The question was, how could this world have undergone such a massive transformation in just a few short months?
Suddenly leaping ahead of countless worlds, catching up and then leaving them in the dust!
This was a bit much, wasn't it?
Oh no, it was way too much!!!!!
It completely overturned the Panlong Martial Saint's understanding, making him begin to doubt the reality of this world.
Kunlun Realm, you feel so unfamiliar to me…
Suddenly,
A deafening roar from the distance jolted the Panlong Martial Saint out of his dazed state.
"What's going on?!"
Turning his head to look, his pupils constricted violently.
What entered his eyes
Was a scene of a Nine Nether behemoth, whose cultivation had reached the Saint Ancestor Realm, being pinned to the ground and relentlessly hammered.
"That, that's the Bone Sword Clan's patriarch?!" The Panlong Martial Saint's eyes were fixed on the tattered and miserable figure, vaguely recognizing the other party's identity, and exclaimed in shock.
The Bone Sword Clan was one of the top three clans. The creatures of this race all possessed a natal bone sword, giving them an innate advantage in the way of the sword.
As for the Bone Sword Clan patriarch's strength, the Panlong Martial Saint at least admitted that he couldn't defeat him!
After all, his foundation in the Saint Ancestor Realm was still shallow. Compared to these old Saint Ancestor Realm giants, he was generally at a disadvantage.
However, here he was witnessing the dignified Bone Sword Clan patriarch being brutally beaten, constantly wailing in agony, with none of the demeanor of a clan overlord!
He saw that the one beating the Bone Sword Clan patriarch was a youth with a middle-parted hairstyle and wearing overalls.
His moves were exquisite and seamless, striking the Bone Sword Clan patriarch's body to the point of near collapse, with astonishing lethality.
"Kun Transformation Hand!"
"Kun Mountain Lean!"
"Kun Universe Hand Blade!"
"Giant Kun Ram!"
…
Boom boom boom~
The youth with the middle-parted hair and overalls was beating the Bone Sword Clan patriarch to the point of near death.
The Bone Sword Clan patriarch's face was covered in blood, his eyes revealing deep sorrow and indignation.
Originally, he had already fled while Blood Nightmare and Li Wujie were at war, but he was intercepted halfway by a strangely dressed youth, who beat him mercilessly without saying a word.
He initially thought that the other party was a Saint King Realm cultivator. Although he was injured, he could still suppress the youth with one hand. After all, the gap between the Saint Ancestor Realm and the Saint King Realm was vast.
He didn't expect the other party's strength to be so terrifying, directly knocking him from the sky to the ground. He had no power to fight back throughout the entire process!
The Bone Sword Clan patriarch had no idea that he was facing the strongest divine beast, the Kun Peng, and the one with the purest bloodline!
If he was in his prime, he might have been qualified to suppress it, but unfortunately, he was already half-crippled. Meeting such a freak could only result in him being unilaterally crushed!
Yes, this youth in overalls was Ye Junlin's mount, A'kun!
A'kun was only half a step away from the Saint Ancestor Realm, but he was fully qualified to contend with the Saint Ancestor Realm. Coupled with the Kun Fist Six Styles he had created over the years, his combat power was simply off the charts.
The poor Bone Sword Clan patriarch had encountered such a freak before he could even escape!
"Stop, stop hitting me…" At this moment, having suffered a series of critical blows, his mind was scattered, his voice carrying a hint of begging for mercy.
A'kun sneered, "Hehe, begging for mercy is your business, killing you is my business, goodbye!"
Saying that, he unleashed the final punch, containing monstrous power.
Boom~~~~!!!!!
The entire world trembled violently, the momentum was extremely terrifying.
The Bone Sword Clan patriarch was annihilated by the punch, not even leaving behind bone fragments, eliminated very thoroughly.
A'kun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up contentedly, and clapped his hands, "Done!"
The Panlong Martial Saint, who witnessed this scene, had a very interesting expression on his face, muttering, "Are you kidding me?"
He didn't know the cause and effect, and thought that the Bone Sword Clan patriarch had been beaten into this state by A'kun from beginning to end.
As such, it was no wonder that the Panlong Martial Saint was frightened.
"Who?!"
A'kun's hearing was extremely sharp, and he suddenly turned his head to look, his gaze burning like two beams of light swords piercing straight through.
"Crap!"
The Panlong Martial Saint's back turned cold, as if he was being targeted by some ancient ferocious beast, his hair standing on end.
"You are also a Nine Nether alien race invading the Kunlun Realm!" A'kun's expression turned fierce, instantly entering a battle state, launching off like a spring, and unleashing a punch with all his strength.
Bang!
The Panlong Martial Saint took a punch head-on, his body being sent flying backward, his arm feeling a little numb.
As expected, he wasn't an ordinary Saint King!
Fortunately, he was in the Saint Ancestor Realm, otherwise, he would have been blown to smithereens by that punch!
Even so, the Panlong Martial Saint felt very troubled.
What to do now?
He seemed to have been mistaken for an enemy!
"Calm down, Your Excellency, I am the Panlong Martial Saint! I am the Realm Master of the Holy Martial Realm, and I have come here specifically to help your Kunlun Realm!"
Hearing this.
A'kun's expression froze, and then he said disdainfully: "Do you think I'm a fool? No one helped the Kunlun Realm before, and now someone is helping? You must be a Nine Nether alien race! Stop quibbling!"
Hearing this, the Panlong Martial Saint felt as if he was choked.
Yes!
The Kunlun Realm was helpless and isolated before, where did the reinforcements come from?
Even he was only making a bold decision after careful consideration, seeing that the Kunlun Realm had a supreme powerhouse like Longevity Elder backing it, and because of Empress Fuling.
If the Kunlun Realm was in a difficult situation before, he could only watch helplessly, at a loss!
"Haha, speechless, right!" A'kun's eyes flashed with wise light, excitedly throwing out punches one after another, even more certain that the other party was a Nine Nether alien race.
The Panlong Martial Saint's face was ugly, and he had no choice but to passively resist, the whole process was not easy.
"Master! Why is it you?"
Suddenly, a familiar and surprised voice came.
It was a heroic young man wearing a deep purple robe, holding a mighty halberd, his expression extremely astonished when he saw the Panlong Martial Saint.
"You, you are my disciple, Ji Ba?!"
The Panlong Martial Saint turned his head to look, his expression stunned, and exclaimed.
He remembered that when his disciple left, he was still a Heavenly Saint cultivator, but now he was actually a Saint King!
How long has it been?
"Huh?"
A'kun stopped his offensive, looking confused.
Looking at it like this, he seemed to have really made a mistake! Yes, I am your disciple, Xiang Jiba!" Xiang Jiba quickly said.
He was equally surprised to see the Panlong Martial Saint, because he hadn't seen the Panlong Martial Saint for ten thousand years in the Kunlun Realm, and had been cultivating diligently here to improve his cultivation.
Due to his decent aptitude, coupled with Empress Fuyao's occasional guidance, and the cultivation environment of this world, Xiang Jiba broke through from Heavenly Saint to the Saint King realm, qualifying him to become a hegemon of the universe!
For so many years, Xiang Jiba had regarded the Kunlun Realm as his second home. If the Kunlun Realm was in trouble, he would definitely step forward to help, regardless of everything.
Therefore, when the Jiuyou army invaded the Kunlun Realm again, Xiang Jiba did not hesitate to follow the Heavenly Court to fight!
He didn't expect to meet his master, the Panlong Martial Saint, here!
Looking at his familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar disciple, the Panlong Martial Saint's mood was very complicated and indescribable.
Logically speaking, seeing his disciple achieve such accomplishments, he, as the master, should feel happy and proud, but for some reason, he always felt that something was strange…
"Jiba, what exactly is going on?" The Panlong Martial Saint tried hard to adjust his emotions and asked calmly.
He knew that his disciple must be hiding a big secret from him, and did not report the inside story of the Kunlun Realm to him in time!
Xiang Jiba's eyes flickered, feeling a little guilty, but when he thought of the promise he had made, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I know what you want to ask, but this matter must be approved by Daoist Ye, otherwise I will not say it."
"Are you talking about Ye Tiandi? As expected, it has something to do with him!" The Panlong Martial Saint's eyes sank, as if he had grasped some key point.
"Hey, what's your attitude? Ye Tiandi is my master!" A'kun noticed something was wrong, raised his fist, and glared.
The Panlong Martial Saint's face twitched slightly, and he said with a smile: "I have no malice, don't misunderstand."
At the same time, he had a stronger guess about Ye Tiandi's strength. In his opinion, this creature from the Kunlun Realm had a great opportunity, which caused the phenomenon of the overall strength leap. Then, Ye Tiandi, as the leader, must be the biggest beneficiary!
Not only Changsheng Weng, who was fighting outside, but the other party also had the possibility of becoming the strongest!
In this way, the weight of this Kunlun Realm is really too heavy!
Thinking of this, the Panlong Martial Saint's mood was both excited and fortunate.
After all, the stronger the Kunlun Realm, the more beneficial it would be to him, which meant that he had made the right move!
"Jiba, I understand your difficulties. You did a good job. The reason why I came here is also to contribute to the Kunlun Realm." The Panlong Martial Saint said in a deep voice.
"That's great. There are still many Jiuyou alien races wandering in the Kunlun Realm. We need to wipe them all out. Empress is still fighting a very powerful old monster!"
"Wait, are you talking about Empress Fuyao?"
"Yes, it is her!"
Hearing this answer, there was a slight change in the Panlong Martial Saint's eyes.
As an admirer of Empress Fuyao, when he was about to see her in person, his mood was naturally expectant and nervous.
On the other side.
The great battle between Empress Fuyao and the patriarch of the Prison Clan continued.
Without a doubt, the patriarch of the Prison Clan was at the level of the Supreme Being, with strength close to that of Luo Wuliang.
Empress Fuyao's cultivation was slightly inferior, but her combat power was no weaker than the patriarch of the Prison Clan.
The two sides fought in darkness, and the mountains and rivers were shattered.
The patriarch of the Prison Clan looked gloomy, because he had not gained any advantage and was in a stalemate.
Empress Fuyao's aura was magnificent, opening and closing, with a posture of vowing to eliminate the opponent.
"Strange, why is there no movement from the Tower of Extinction? Could it be that other energy nodes have been breached?"
The patriarch of the Prison Clan's eyes were gloomy, thinking of this possibility.
For him, this was a very bad sign!
Swish~
A palm print exploded and bombarded, containing the powerful momentum of suppressing the myriad worlds, and heavily landed on the Zhangba Serpent Spear in the hand of the patriarch of the Prison Clan, erupting a terrifying energy fluctuation.
The patriarch of the Prison Clan couldn't help but groan, his body was shaken back thousands of miles, and the blood in his body was surging wildly.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're simply courting death!" Empress Fuyao took advantage of the situation to pursue, fighting more and more bravely.
Seeing this situation, the patriarch of the Prison Clan simply changed his strategy and flew with all his strength in one direction.
"Where to escape!?"
Empress Fuyao realized that something was wrong, and while struggling to catch up, she struck out terrifying palm prints.
Boom boom boom, the patriarch of the Prison Clan mobilized the majestic power of purgatory to resist, and each time he could resolve the offensive behind him.
At the same time.
In the location of the seventh energy node, Luo Yan looked up at the Tower of Extinction, which had not moved for a long time, and a thick haze covered his heart.
It seems that the water in this Kunlun Realm is too deep!
A trump card team as strong as the Jiuyou patriarchs leading the team has suffered a major blow in this world, resulting in the loss of their respective positions and heavy losses.
"Father, I am afraid I will disappoint you. This plan cannot be carried out according to your ideas. This is a failed operation."
Luo Yan said with a heavy heart, gritting his teeth.
"Your Highness Luo Yan, this old man believes that it is too early to talk about failure."
The old voice was cold and hoarse.
The shadow behind Luo Yan was wriggling, and a tall and thin figure covered in a black robe emerged.
"You are… Elder Xing?" Seeing this person's appearance, Luo Yan was greatly shocked, because even he did not find that the other party was protecting him, and followed him to this world.
Elder Xing, whose real name is Luo Xing, is a legendary sword cultivator of the Asura clan, and even has the resounding title of Jiuyou Sword Saint!
At the same time, he is also loyal to Luo Wuliang, and is his sharpest sword in the Asura clan, specializing in eliminating dissidents for him in the dark, and he usually does not show up at all.
Now, in order to ensure the smooth progress of this mission, and to ensure the safety of the eldest son, Luo Wuliang inserted this important chess piece into it, just to play a vital role in the end.
"I understand, it was Father who asked you to assist me." Knowing his father's good intentions, Luo Yan's expression was complicated.
"Your Highness Luo Yan, we have not lost yet, this old man's sword is not unfavorable!" Luo Xing said coldly.
"You mean…" Luo Yan's eyes changed.
"This old man means to kill all the rebels in this world, and then restart the Tower of Extinction to destroy the Kunlun Realm!"
Speaking of this, Luo Xing's tone was cold and full of murderous intent, which was chilling.
That's right.
This is Luo Xing's method, simple and rude, with an absolute confidence in his own strength!
Jiuyou Sword Saint is by no means a false name!
Just as Luo Yan was about to say something, two powerful auras were rapidly approaching in the distance.
He stared intently, and said in surprise: "It's the patriarch of the Prison Clan, and that human woman!"
The patriarch of the Prison Clan saw Luo Xing, and a look of so it was appeared on his face. In fact, he had already known of Luo Xing's existence, after all, both sides were in the ranks of the Supreme Being, and no one could hide it from each other.
This is also why, knowing that it was difficult to solve Empress Fuyao, he had to change his strategy and rush towards Luo Yan.
That is to seek the help of Jiuyou Sword Saint Luo Xing!
The patriarch of the Prison Clan believed that, with the other party's strength, it would be much easier to suppress and kill the current Empress Fuyao.
"Hehe, this cunning old fox."
Luo Xing knew what was going on at a glance, and knew very well what the patriarch of the Prison Clan was planning.
Anyway, he also had this intention, that is, to eliminate this biggest threat!
"Huh?"
Empress Fuyao frowned, her eyes falling on the old man in black robe.
Based on her intuition, the other party's strength was no worse than that of the patriarch of the Prison Clan!
"So you lured me over, and then joined forces to deal with me." Empress Fuyao's eyes were icy cold.
"Human woman, today is your death date!"
Luo Xing drew out the sword at his waist. The sword was black and cold, devouring all the light around it, and it was very gloomy and strange.
A force of eternal immortality flowed from his body, which showed that what Luo Xing had comprehended was the strongest Eternal Sword Heart!
As the Jiuyou Sword Saint, he once went deep into the Divine Court Realm and had a competition with the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords who also comprehended the Eternal Sword Heart.
In that competition, both sides only made one sword.
One sword to determine the outcome!
In the end, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords narrowly lost, causing a sensation throughout the universe!
This is also why there is a Jiuyou Sword Saint, but no Divine Court Sword Saint, because they are afraid of being challenged by Luo Xing.
Swish!
Luo Xing's figure disappeared in place, as if it merged into the void.
The next second, a ray of extreme eternal sword light suddenly appeared, and the icy coldness was like a surging tide, freezing every inch of space along the way.
"Not good!"
Empress Fuyao's heart sank. Boom!
After a fierce collision, Empress Fuyao retreated hundreds of meters, her sleeves shattered, revealing her fair, jade-like arms, and a trail of crimson blood slowly trickled down.
This was the strength of the number one sword saint of the Nine Hells!
The Patriarch of the Prison Race watched, a sense of relief washing over him; it seemed he had indeed found the right person!
The void rippled, revealing Luo Xing's figure wielding his sword.
Beneath the brim of his hat was a cold, heartless face, his eyes fixed on Empress Fuyao like a hawk eyeing its prey.
"To be able to withstand one of my strikes head-on and survive, you are already very fortunate."
Hearing this,
Empress Fuyao's face was frosty, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
She had to admit, this opponent was extremely dangerous!
"Come again!"
With a shout,
Empress Fuyao used her movement technique, actually launching a fierce attack on Luo Xing.
Having reached this point, she had no retreat; she could only take the initiative and gain the upper hand!
"Overestimating yourself."
Luo Xing sneered, his figure flashing like a ghost, his swordsmanship unpredictable and all-encompassing.
In an instant, it was as if a ghostly flower bloomed in the depths of hell, its petals reflecting the terrifying scenes of the rise and fall, destruction of the myriad worlds.
"This is…"
Empress Fuyao suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, her nerves stretched to the limit.
Boom!
The sky almost collapsed, black night and white day alternating crazily.
Instantly, blood sprayed from Empress Fuyao's shoulder, abdomen, leg, and arm.
"Finger of Annihilation!" She gritted her teeth, seizing the opportunity to get close to her opponent, trying to maximize the damage.
The destructive finger light pierced the firmament, as if to annihilate all living things.
"Ugh…"
Luo Xing also didn't fare well, forced back, a trail of blood flowing down his wrist holding the sword.
But it seemed that Empress Fuyao was more seriously injured!
Seeing a shocking wound on his arm, Luo Xing's aged face turned somewhat unsightly, seemingly not expecting to be bitten by his prey.
Empress Fuyao's expression was gloomy, secretly circulating her energy to stop the bleeding from her wounds, but she found that any wound inflicted by the opponent's blade was difficult to heal, which meant that her situation would become even more precarious.
"As expected of the number one sword saint of the Nine Hells, Luo Xing, you have accomplished what I could not," the Patriarch of the Prison Race said, his eyes gleaming.
He had fought Empress Fuyao for a long time, but it was difficult to inflict damage on her; as a result, Luo Xing quickly achieved this feat with a single strike, even if he was unwilling to admit it!
"Fellow Daoist Luo Xing, time is of the essence; let's join forces and kill her!"
Saying this, the Patriarch of the Prison Race wielded his eighteen-foot-long serpent spear, the surging power of purgatory converging on the spearhead, tearing through the void, and stabbing straight at the target like lightning.
Luo Xing frowned, somewhat displeased.
Because he preferred to kill Empress Fuyao on his own, but after a series of collisions, he also realized that the opponent was not simple; if he joined forces with the Patriarch of the Prison Race, it would indeed be much easier to capture her.
Weighing the pros and cons, Luo Xing decided to cooperate with the Patriarch of the Prison Race!
Rumble ~
The void around Empress Fuyao was shattering, two astonishing auras approaching frantically, trying to strangle her here.
Unwilling to sit and wait for death, she naturally gritted her teeth and met the attack.
Instantly, blood splattered across the sky, drops of rich saintly blood falling from the sky like mountains, crashing into the earth and creating deep pits.
Empress Fuyao was covered in blood, her phoenix eyes full of determination and unwillingness.
Fighting two opponents alone was still too difficult for her.
"If I die, what will happen to the Kunlun Realm? No one in the Heavenly Court can contend with them…"
"Wait, there's also Fellow Daoist Ye!"
A thought flashed through her mind, and a sense of hope rose in Empress Fuyao's heart.
If it were that man, it might not be impossible!
The problem was.
If things continued like this, the Kunlun Realm would be doomed; even if he emerged later, what would be the point?
Thinking of this, Empress Fuyao's eyes dimmed, and her lips became more and more bitter, as if she could already see the fate of the Kunlun Realm's destruction.
Boom!
With a loud crash,
Empress Fuyao fell onto a sacred mountain, the majestic sacred mountain collapsing with a rumble, rocks rolling down, and smoke billowing.
"Hehe,"
Looking at the woman kneeling on the ground below, her hair disheveled, Luo Xing and the Patriarch of the Prison Race sneered in unison.
"Today is your death day!"
Luo Xing took a step forward, his robes fluttering without wind, raising his sword and slashing.
Swish ~
The eternal sword light, like a vast galaxy, crashed down, seemingly wanting to cut this world in half.
With this strike, he left Empress Fuyao no way out.
The First Prince, Luo Yan, watched, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He had always respected the strong, and Empress Fuyao had indeed left a deep impression on him; perhaps even if billions of years passed in the future, he would still clearly remember this day, when a human woman had briefly amazed him.
Just at this critical moment.
Swish, a golden hand grabbed from afar, directly shattering this vast eternal sword light!
"What?!"
This sudden change caused everyone's expressions to be shocked.
"Could it be him…" Empress Fuyao seemed to think of something, abruptly turning her head to look, her phoenix eyes reflecting that slender silver-haired figure.
In the setting sun, a white-robed man walked step by step, the sunset shining on him, dyeing him with a layer of sacred light, giving him a sense of transcendence from the world.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his face handsome and divine, his pupils golden and blazing like a god, and his snow-white long hair fluttered in the wind.
He appeared just like that, and the world fell silent!
"Who is this?" Luo Xing did not recognize Ye Junlin, his face filled with suspicion.
To be able to destroy his sword move in one fell swoop, what kind of powerful strength was this?
"He is the Heavenly Emperor Ye!" The Patriarch of the Prison Race had seen the image on the light screen, knowing that this silver-haired youth was the Lord of the Heavenly Court, the Nine Hells' greatest concern!
"Fellow Daoist Ye, you have finally emerged," Empress Fuyao murmured.
For some reason, after seeing the other party appear, her heart felt particularly at ease, as if all difficulties would be smoothed out.
"Fellow Daoist Fuyao, long time no see."
Ye Junlin came to the sky, his tone peaceful, saying: "I have already understood the situation; leave everything to me next."
"Mm."
Empress Fuyao nodded, actually sitting cross-legged, and began to concentrate on recovering her injuries, completely disregarding the fact that there were two terrible enemies on the field.
It seemed that the moment Ye Junlin appeared, the outcome of this battle was already determined.
This was a natural trust, a recognition of absolute strength!
Luo Xing's face was ashen, his voice cold, saying: "Do you think you are out of danger?"
Empress Fuyao ignored him, continuing to heal her injuries.
"Looking for death!"
Luo Xing, completely angered by being ignored, flew towards Empress Fuyao with his long sword.
The dark sword light pierced the sky and the earth, carrying an eternal and immortal sword force.
Who knew, Ye Junlin flashed to intercept, punching out, wrapped in a vast imperial might, shaking the Kunlun Realm.
Boom!
The sword light was crushed and destroyed.
Luo Xing screamed, his entire arm dripping with blood, revealing part of his grim white bones; suffering a violent impact, his body flew out, smashing a sacred mountain to pieces, with thick smoke billowing.
"What?!"
Luo Yan was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.
One had to know, that was the number one sword saint of the Nine Hells!
At this moment, he was actually defeated with one punch!
What he could not accept the most was the identity of that person, who was Ye Junlin, whom he had always regarded as an opponent!
Previously, Luo Yan had thought that after he advanced to the Saint Ancestor Realm, he would have the strength to suppress Ye Junlin and avenge his sister.
But what about the result?
The other party could even knock down a supreme powerhouse like the Nine Hells Sword Saint with one punch; if it were him, would he have this ability?
The answer was obviously negative!
Luo Yan knew that with his own strength, he was currently unable to enter the ranks of the supreme powerhouses; compared to the supreme powerhouses, he was still far behind, and it would take a long time to catch up.
Now, having witnessed the terrifying power displayed by Ye Junlin.
After the shock, Luo Yan felt a deep sense of frustration, instantly losing the will to compete with him.
This person is invincible!
The Patriarch of the Prison Race's old face was shocked, his mouth slightly open.
He had thought that Ye Junlin would be very strong, but he did not expect him to be so strong!
Boom!
A deafening roar.
"You bastard…"
Luo Xing soared into the sky, the injuries on his arm rapidly recovering with the help of the Asura energy, his eyes fiercely and angrily staring at Ye Junlin.
He did not believe that there would be such a powerful human native in this world!
"Still not dead, huh."
"Then next, you won't be so lucky."
Ye Junlin's expression was indifferent.
As he spoke, a vast golden halo emerged behind him, the bright and immortal light seemingly illuminating the long river of time, reflecting the past and present! This strike will surely kill you!"
A look of determination flashed in Luo Xing's eyes. He gritted his teeth, the holy power within his body boiling frantically, surging into the long sword in his hand.
He exerted all his strength, just to unleash the strongest strike of his life.
Swish ~
The other shore flower bloomed, the Yellow Springs were deep and secluded, and all kinds of demons and monsters emerged endlessly, but if you looked closely, you would find that all of this was forged by sword light. This was actually a unique Nether Sword Domain!
"This…" The Prison Clan Chief's heart trembled violently, and he had a new understanding of Luo Xing's strength. The Nine Nether Sword Saint was indeed well-deserved!
Ye Junlin's eyes were cold, and he flashed out a punch.
The unparalleled fist light blasted out, carrying an invincible demeanor that suppressed the heavens and myriad realms!
In an instant.
The invincible fist light, with the momentum of a broken bamboo, forcibly shattered the Nether Sword Domain. The powerful force annihilated everything in the sword domain, leaving no room for anything.
"Not good!"
Luo Xing's face changed drastically in fright, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he instinctively felt a crisis of death.
This time, he was completely panicked!
Boom ~
The invincible fist light unleashed by Ye Junlin, with the aura of suppressing everything, arrived in front of him.
Luo Xing's scalp tingled. While blocking with his sword, he did not forget to turn his head and shout hysterically: "Your Highness Luo Yan, run! Run, ah ah ah ah!!!"
When he shouted these words, it already indicated that the situation was completely out of control, and this operation had completely failed.
"Elder Xing…" Luo Yan was cold all over, so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating.
Without regard for anything else, Luo Yan quickly took away the World Extinguishing Tower and rushed towards the outer realm with all his strength.
The screams stopped abruptly.
The invincible fist light drowned Luo Xing. This Nine Nether First Sword Saint was killed!
The Prison Clan Chief was so frightened that his soul left his body. As early as when Luo Xing shouted those words, he changed his mind and turned around to escape.
He participated in this plan originally for victory, and never thought that he would die here. However, at this moment, he suddenly had a strong premonition of death, and a voice in his mind seemed to be frantically reminding him to leave here quickly!
"Want to leave? Stay here!"
Ye Junlin did not intend to let the Prison Clan Chief go, after all, it was the other party who joined forces with Luo Xing to besiege Empress Fu Yao.
"Emperor Ye, we are just acting on orders! I hope you can be merciful! After I go back, I will immediately abdicate and no longer step into the Kunlun Realm!"
Feeling the crisis of death approaching, the Prison Clan Chief was drenched in sweat and quickly expressed his position.
In the past, his verbal title of Emperor Ye was more of a nickname, without any reverence at all.
But now, he was really scared. The three words Emperor Ye pressed down on him like a mountain, making him unable to breathe!
"Compared to that, it's better for you to die." Ye Junlin sneered.
The fist light contained monstrous imperial might, enveloping the old man.
"This holy intent, could it be…" At the moment of approaching the fist light, the Prison Clan Chief seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
He should have thought long ago why the other party would behave so powerfully, even they, who possessed the supreme-grade holy intent, could not resist.
It turned out that this person had comprehended the legendary quasi-emperor-grade holy intent!
No wonder such a powerful character as Luo Xing could not block a punch. If it were him, he would not be able to block it either!
Thinking of this, the Prison Clan Chief was completely desperate, and even the fighting spirit to struggle before his death disappeared.
"No…"
Afterwards, his body was blasted apart, and the holy blood evaporated into nothing, as if he had never come to this world.
After doing all this, Ye Junlin stood alone in the void, like an undefeated god-king, with a transcendent temperament.
Who would have thought that the two supreme powerhouses who once shook the universe would both die at his hands today!
Empress Fu Yao's eyes were full of shock, her red lips opened, not knowing what to say to express her inner emotions.
She had thought that Ye Junlin would be very strong after leaving seclusion, but she did not expect him to be so outrageously strong!
Was this the strength that a Saint Ancestor Realm should have?
"It seems like one was missed, forget it, let's deal with the current problem first." Ye Junlin pondered.
His target was originally Luo Xing and the Prison Clan Chief. As for Luo Yan who ran away, because he was relatively weak, he was not within his consideration. Since he had already run away, he would not take it to heart, just feeling a little pity.
If Luo Yan knew that he was actually evaluated as weak, it was unknown what he would think in his heart, perhaps he would be so angry that he would vomit blood?
After all, no matter what, he was the Ashura clan's recognized super-new star, and also the strongest genius of the current generation in the Nine Nether Realm. How could the word weak be associated with him?
There was no way, now if even a supreme powerhouse could not be reached, then he would not enter Ye Junlin's eyes, and this evaluation was also reasonable.
Outer Space.
Longevity Old Man was covered in blood, with more than a dozen places exposing his pale white bones, and even the hoe in his hand was somewhat worn, as if it had endured countless attacks from sharp weapons.
A group of Saint Ancestor Realm powerhouses looked on, with smiles of schadenfreude on their faces.
Anyway, they were not the ones who did the beating, it was all done by Luo Wuliang, they were just watching the show.
From beginning to end, only these two people were fighting.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Luo Wuliang's eyes were majestic, holding a halberd, spewing out vast nebulae, and his aura was always domineering and strong, without the slightest retreat.
Although Longevity Old Man was very strong, a leader among the supreme powerhouses, but he was facing a top-notch supreme powerhouse. Fighting to this white-hot stage, the outcome was actually very obvious.
Longevity Old Man's old face was covered with blood, his eyes revealed a look of determination, he clenched the hoe in his hand, and said coldly: "Knowing the question!"
"Good, very good!"
Luo Wuliang's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice.
If the other party was willing to give up the Kunlun Realm, he really did not want to fight to this point. Don't look at his peak state, the actual consumption brought about by the battle was real.
Since that was the case, then he would have to kill this person!
Boom ~
Luo Wuliang's whole body emitted terrifying energy fluctuations, holding the halberd high above his head, as if he was about to launch a fatal strike in the next second, completely ending Longevity Old Man's life.
Dao Lord and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they tacitly distanced themselves, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.
Tell me, what an ironic scene this was!
A Nine Nether creature came to the Divine Court Realm to cause trouble, and as a result, the major powerhouses of the Divine Court Realm were all watching the show!
Longevity Old Man's expression was firm. After wandering in the universe for many years, like a bereaved dog, he only wanted to fight for his homeland one last time at this moment, even if he died in the end, he would have a clear conscience!
Just as Luo Wuliang was about to give a devastating blow, a familiar and anxious voice came, with a hint of panic,
"Father! The plan has failed! Let's withdraw quickly!!"
The one shouting was Luo Yan, who had fled from the Kunlun Realm in a panic.
At this moment, Luo Yan seemed to have escaped from a demon cave, with a look of horror and unease.
"What did you say?!"
Luo Wuliang's expression froze, and then he was greatly shocked.
How could such a seamless plan fail?
This was an action participated in by many powerhouses from the Nine Nether Realm, and the various clan chiefs had also joined in. Dealing with the isolated and helpless Kunlun Realm should have been absolutely certain!
In Luo Wuliang's view, this was like a group of dragons coming out of their nests, just to destroy an ant nest, a waste of talent.
There was absolutely no reason to lose!
"Where are the others? Why didn't they come out with you?" Luo Wuliang asked in surprise.
"Father, they are all dead, especially Elder Xing and the Prison Clan Chief, they all died at the hands of Emperor Ye!"
Luo Yan was cold all over, and said with difficulty.
In this operation, only these two were supreme powerhouses, but even they were killed, one could imagine how dangerous it was!
"This is impossible!"
Luo Wuliang exclaimed in horror, his head buzzing, his eyes full of disbelief.
Luo Xing was the Nine Nether Sword Saint, he was very clear about his strength, and he was also the last trump card he gave to Luo Yan, which could turn the tide at a critical moment, or restrain other disobedient Nine Nether powerhouses.
In addition to the Prison Clan Chief, who was also a supreme powerhouse, this combination made him feel a headache and he had to deal with it carefully.
Who knew that they would all be killed?
And the one who killed them was actually the bastard who kept getting his daughter pregnant?
Obviously.
Luo Wuliang's brain could not turn around. After all, it had only been a few months since the last incident. No matter how heaven-defying a person's aptitude was, it was impossible to grow to this point in such a short period of time, right?
"Father, the detailed inside story can be explained to you after we go back, this place is not suitable to stay for long!"
Luo Yan said anxiously, fearing that Ye Junlin would kill him from behind in the next second.
"Go!"
Luo Wuliang gritted his teeth and grabbed his eldest son to leave the battlefield quickly.
Leaving everyone dumbfounded! What's going on?"
The Dao Lord and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with visible astonishment.
At the same time, they also captured the most crucial information, which was that the Prison Clan's Chief and Elder Xing had been killed by Luo Yan!
As cultivators of the Divine Court Realm, they were naturally familiar with these two long-established supreme powerhouses.
Singling out either one of them would give the Divine Court Realm a major headache!
They simply hadn't expected that they would ultimately fall in the Kunlun Realm, and the instigator was actually Ye Tiandi, that super-genius who had recently killed the top ten Heaven's Pride experts on the Supreme Ranking!
Something's not right, is it?
He was clearly only at the Saint King Realm a few months ago!
Even if he were a cultivation genius unmatched throughout the ages, he wouldn't be able to achieve this so quickly, let alone the fact that the Kunlun Realm had developed so rapidly, it could actually support the birth of Saint Ancestor Realm beings?
The giants present felt more and more that this was unbelievable, and the atmosphere became strange for a time.
Longevity Elder stood blankly in the starry sky, his mind also a bit unable to process what was happening, feeling extremely surprised by this outcome!
After all, he was already prepared to self-detonate, using his life to defend the Kunlun Realm, who would have thought that a super reversal would come at the end!
What exactly is going on?
Longevity Elder opened his mouth, forgetting the pain on his body for a moment.
Looking at this old man covered in blood and in extremely poor condition, the giants all forcibly suppressed their restless thoughts, and no one chose to launch a sneak attack at this time.
Although Longevity Elder was a thorn in their side, and it would be best to get rid of him, the current special circumstances intimidated them, so one by one they didn't dare to attack, acting quite sensibly.
"Now that the crisis in the Kunlun Realm has been resolved, we can rest assured, Fellow Daoist Longevity Elder is truly blessed by the heavens!" Dao Lord said after a long silence, cupping his hands and speaking loudly.
The other powerhouses' eyes flickered constantly, and upon seeing this, they echoed in agreement.
"That's right! Fortunately, there was a surprise but no danger!"
"Congratulations to your world for escaping its predicament, it truly produces capable people in every generation, please take care of us in the future!"
Facing this group of hypocritical fellows' 180-degree turn in attitude, Longevity Elder remained expressionless, watching coldly.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, the crowd felt that they had asked for a snub, and their expressions were somewhat embarrassed.
Subsequently, Dao Lord and the others bid farewell one after another, leaving the starry sky battlefield.
Longevity Elder looked at that magnificent and vast planet, frowning and saying: "Kunlun Realm, what exactly happened?"
With strong curiosity, he finally couldn't help but break through his psychological barrier and return to his mother realm that he had been away from for many years.
Kunlun Realm.
As Luo Yan fled in panic with the World Extinguishing Tower, his subordinates were also successively wiped out.
At this point.
The dust settled!
The Heavenly Court began to announce its victory to the outside world, cheers erupted in the five major domains, and the Kunlun Realm boiled like the sea.
The significance of this victory was extraordinary, because it was the result of the joint efforts of all the cultivators in the Kunlun Realm!
To put it bluntly, it was a real sense of participation!
Instead of only being able to be helpless and be a weak bystander as before!
Heavenly Court, everyone gathered here, their faces filled with joyful smiles.
"We pay our respects to the Heavenly Emperor!" When they saw Ye Junlin accompanying Empress Fuyao walking over, the cultivators present were startled and bowed excitedly.
"Everyone, you may dispense with the formalities and rise." Ye Junlin said with a smile, his smile very approachable.
"We have already heard about the matter, congratulations to Ye Tiandi for achieving great success in his divine skills!" Liu Huangshu walked forward, his tone respectful.
Looking at this silver-haired young man, his expression revealed a hint of emotion.
Sure enough, it still takes this man to suppress everything!
Worthy of being synonymous with invincibility!
"The matter of cultivation is not worth mentioning to me." Ye Junlin waved his hand, feeling it was an insignificant matter.
Anyway, he just took a nap and obtained the Quasi-Emperor Grade Sacred Intent, so it really couldn't be said to be very hard work.
The eyes of the Heavenly Court's powerhouses changed slightly, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously.
For the past ten thousand years, they had not dared to slack off, working hard to cultivate and improve themselves at all times, but after ten thousand years, not only had they not caught up with the Heavenly Emperor's pace, but the gap had further widened.
Sure enough, people with good aptitude tend to work harder, doing everything possible to maximize their potential.
In the past ten thousand years, the Heavenly Emperor must have had a hard time too!
Fortunately, hard work pays off, the Heavenly Emperor has finally received his reward!
At the same time.
Panlong Martial Saint was brought to the Heavenly Court by his disciple Xiang Jiba, and his first glance fell on that aloof and stunning figure.
His heart suddenly became uneasy and nervous!
Which man can remain calm when he sees the goddess he once admired so much?
What's more, Empress Fuyao's aura has become even stronger due to the improvement of her cultivation, full of majesty, and the demeanor of an empress is fully displayed.
This made Panlong Martial Saint feel a trace of inferiority.
Alas, after many years, he is still not as good as her!
With a complex mood, Panlong Martial Saint decided to take the initiative.
"Cough cough," he deliberately coughed a few times, pretending to be calm and coming directly to Empress Fuyao, using a cliché opening line,
"Fuyao, long time no see!"
Swish ~
Everyone's eyes gathered on this man and woman.
Xiang Jiba, who witnessed this from behind, looked astonished, he did not expect that his master and Empress Fuyao had a relationship long ago.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes, thinking inwardly: "Who is this old boy? Looks like he has a story with Fellow Daoist Fuyao?"
At this time.
Empress Fuyao's face froze for a moment, and then she showed a puzzled expression, "This fellow Daoist, have we met before?"
Boom!
As soon as these words came out.
Like a bolt from the blue, it struck Panlong Martial Saint's head, he tried hard to widen his eyes, with deep disbelief in his eyes.
How is it possible?
Looking at her appearance, she completely doesn't remember him!
All the scenes that Panlong Martial Saint had envisioned were shattered in an instant, turned into nothing, and his heart ached at that moment.
Who understands?
This is really too uncomfortable!
Panlong Martial Saint, unwilling to give up, tried to help Empress Fuyao remember, and quickly said: "Fuyao, you once defeated me back then, and also encouraged me when I was most confused, have you forgotten all of this?"
Empress Fuyao looked strange and shook her head, "I'm sorry, I have defeated too many opponents, sometimes seeing them pitiful, I will also say a few words of encouragement to let them cheer up again, as for which one of them you are, I really don't remember!"
"What…"
Panlong Martial Saint was struck by lightning, almost vomiting blood.
It turned out that she didn't remember him at all! Back then, he was just one of the many defeated opponents!
He was still being sentimental, wanting an encounter across the ages!
Ye Junlin looked strange.
At this moment, he always felt that Panlong Martial Saint's nose was red, just like a clown in a circus…
Old brother, actually you have a part, it's just that the circus has your part! "It seems I was being presumptuous…" The Panlong Martial Saint realized he had lost all face, his cheeks burning. He wished he could immediately turn around and return to the Saint Martial World for ten thousand years of seclusion.
Behind him, Xiang Jiba turned his face away, unable to bear to watch.
Master, this disciple feels embarrassed for you!
"However, although I don't remember who you are, seeing that my former opponent has achieved such accomplishments today, I am sincerely happy for you. We cultivators should not fear setbacks and should move forward bravely!"
The Fuyao Empress changed her tone, her gaze burning as she spoke earnestly.
These were indeed her true feelings!
The Panlong Martial Saint stood frozen in place, the impact on him simply too great.
Even after endless years, he would still recall the words this woman had spoken to him.
"Thank you!"
The Panlong Martial Saint revealed a relieved smile, his eyes clear and firm. "I will continue to work hard!"
In fact, the Panlong Martial Saint felt not only admiration for the Fuyao Empress, but also heartfelt respect, without a trace of ulterior motives. This feeling was more like that of a follower, content to see her back.
Although he had been embarrassed and lost face just now, the Panlong Martial Saint felt that it was all worth it to gain the Fuyao Empress's approval!
"So, you still haven't told me, which world do you come from?"
The Fuyao Empress said in a deep voice.
In any case, the other party was a Saint Ancestor Realm expert, a super behemoth worthy of attention anywhere.
No matter what her purpose, she wanted to ask clearly.
"I am the Panlong Martial Saint, the master of the Saint Martial World. I have come here specifically to assist the Kunlun Realm," the Panlong Martial Saint introduced himself.
"I can testify that everything he said is true! Because I am his disciple. He even fought against the Nine Nether alien race with me earlier!" Seeing this, Xiang Jiba quickly stepped forward to testify.
Hearing this, everyone's gaze was no longer wary, but became much kinder.
"So that's how it is, one of our own." Ye Junlin's eyes flickered, and he walked over with a smile on his lips.
"Master, he is the Heavenly Emperor Ye!"
Xiang Jiba quickly reminded him in secret.
The Panlong Martial Saint reluctantly shifted his gaze away from the Fuyao Empress and onto the silver-haired youth with a leader's aura. His heart instantly trembled, and his hair stood on end.
He could clearly sense that the other party's body contained a destructive power!
"I have long admired your name!"
The Panlong Martial Saint cupped his fist and bowed respectfully.
"No need to be so polite, we are all friends," Ye Junlin said with a smile.
"I am ashamed to say that although I wanted to help the Kunlun Realm, the development of events was beyond my expectations. In the end, I was of little use."
The Panlong Martial Saint said with an awkward smile, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
Who knew that the Kunlun Realm had changed so much, leaping to become the true super-strong world in the entire universe? Even his Saint Martial World was only fit to carry his shoes!
Ye Junlin smiled and said, "Adding flowers to the brocade is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow. Since you have this intention, it is enough to prove your sincerity. Our Kunlun Realm is willing to befriend the Saint Martial World and work together."
Hearing these words.
The Panlong Martial Saint was greatly moved and said "good" three times in a row!
Just as Ye Junlin said, the Panlong Martial Saint had come to support the Kunlun Realm at great risk. Even if he did not die in the Kunlun Realm later, he would be ostracized and made things difficult for him by the Dao Lord and others upon his return.
Therefore, the Panlong Martial Saint was very happy and surprised to get this result!
This wave is a complete win!
Just then, Ye Junlin sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look, shouting coldly, "Who?!"
In the sky, an old man covered in blood, dressed like a farmer, appeared. He did not hide his aura, but chose to actively expose it.
The Fuyao Empress recognized him at a glance and blurted out, "It's you! Longevity Elder!"
The ancient cultivators present were instantly in an uproar.
After all, the name Longevity Elder was too familiar to them!
One of the four great Kunlun prodigies of ancient times, a legend who also defied the heavens to become a Saint!
He mysteriously disappeared in that great battle later. Unexpectedly, he has reappeared today!
"Fuyao…"
Seeing this familiar woman, the Longevity Elder's eyes were a little moist, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
For a wanderer who has drifted in the universe for endless years, how precious it is to see old comrades who fought side by side again!
"Who hurt you so badly?!"
Seeing the Longevity Elder covered in injuries, the Fuyao Empress's eyes narrowed, her gaze filled with boiling killing intent. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point, freezing many people present to the bone.
"Alas, let's not mention it." The Longevity Elder sighed.
"You!"
The Fuyao Empress was both angry and anxious. She knew this old friend's personality too well. He wanted to hide everything in his heart, making people anxious!
"Tell me! You came from outside, you must know!" Then, her gaze shifted to the Panlong Martial Saint and she asked.
"The matter is like this…" The Panlong Martial Saint had no choice but to tell everything he had seen and heard one by one. After everyone listened, their expressions changed drastically. They did not expect the involvement behind this to be so deep!
"Luo Wuliang, I will settle the score with him sooner or later!" The Fuyao Empress gritted her teeth.
"Wrong, the root cause is not in him. At best, he is just a high-level thug."
Ye Junlin said lightly.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what do you mean?" The Fuyao Empress frowned.
"The root of all this turmoil is the Lord of the Nine Nethers! Including the mastermind behind this invasion of the Kunlun Realm, it is also him!" Ye Junlin sneered.
He still clearly remembered that Xiang Jiba was possessed by a mysterious force, and then negotiated terms with him. After the negotiation broke down, a great battle broke out, and finally, he used magic to weaken his cultivation.
After careful review, Ye Junlin finally locked the suspect on the Lord of the Nine Nethers!
Only a Creation Saint could do this!
A Saint Ancestor Realm alone could not do this, and the reason for sneaking around was nothing more than fear of being discovered by the Lord of the Divine Court.
Regarding the Lord of the Divine Court, who suddenly protected the Kunlun Realm and was extremely concerned about it, Ye Junlin always held a questioning attitude. He did not believe that the other party sincerely wanted to help the Kunlun Realm, and there must be an ulterior motive.
It's just that he can't figure out what can make a Creation Saint so concerned?
And why does the Lord of the Nine Nethers want to oppose the Kunlun Realm everywhere? He can't rest until he destroys this world?!
These are all mysteries that still plague Ye Junlin!
"You're right, but we…" The Fuyao Empress stopped here, the implication being that we don't have the strength.
That is a Creation Saint!
No matter how strong the Saint Ancestor Realm is, in the eyes of a Creation Saint, they are existences that can be destroyed at will, even ten thousand of them cannot cause any waves!
The Longevity Elder fell into silence. Thinking of the scene where Situ Tian, the patriarch of the Guangming Clan, was instantly obliterated by the Lord of the Divine Court, a chill ran through his heart.
Because if it were him, it would be the same fate!
No difference!
"Perhaps, it's time to find trouble with them."
A thought flashed through his mind, and a terrifying gleam burst out in Ye Junlin's eyes.
At this moment, he was determined to find the two Creation Saints who manipulated all living beings and were high above to ask clearly.
All along.
He had been adhering to the attitude of staying steady and not being reckless, developing on an absolutely safe route. Now that he had reached the Saint Ancestor Realm, possessed a quasi-Emperor-grade Saint Intent, and was officially qualified to be promoted to a Creation Saint, there was no need to continue to be a coward.
Ye Junlin felt that he could completely walk out generously and face all challenges calmly!
After all, in today's world, the only ones who can threaten him are the two Creation Saints sitting behind the scenes!
But as long as they attack him, this universe will have a third Creation Saint!
At that time, what if he had to fight two against one?
If you don't agree, just fight! At the same time.
The universe returned to calm.
The battle between the two Creation Saints had ended without a clear victor, leaving behind countless scarred and desolate star systems.
Many star systems were devoid of any signs of life, with numerous civilizations caught in the crossfire and perishing in the aftermath of the battle!
It's easy to imagine that this destructive power is not comparable to that of the Saint Ancestor Realm.
It is worth noting that this confrontation between the Lord of the Divine Court and the Lord of the Nine Hells was not the same as before, stopping short of a decisive outcome. This time, it seemed like they were truly fighting with all their might, reaching a point where both sides suffered damage!
This is also why the scope of impact was so wide!
"Heh heh, it seems your plan didn't succeed!" The Chaos Heavenly Emperor had blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of sarcasm and schadenfreude.
"What a bunch of trash..." The Underworld Emperor spat out blood in anger, his eyes full of unwillingness and rage.
He really couldn't understand why all the experts from the Nine Hells had been mobilized, yet they still couldn't take down a mere Kunlun Realm?
Why was this happening?!
"Underworld Emperor, you will wait in fear from now on. When I recover my strength, I will initiate the final step. By then, I will be able to transcend this world ahead of time and leave this low-level plane!"
"As for your fate, I guarantee it will be miserable, hahahaha..."
The Chaos Heavenly Emperor's laughter was filled with smugness, gradually disappearing into the vast starry sky.
After the great battle, he needed to hide away to heal, and would not appear during this time!
On the Emperor's Throne at the end of the Divine Court, there was no one, only a shining divine decree remained!
Old Heavenly Slave came to the hall tremblingly, bowing respectfully and extending his hands.
Whoosh, the divine decree seemed to possess spirituality, flying into his hands and gently hovering.
"What new decree does the Heavenly Emperor have?" Old Heavenly Slave carefully opened the divine decree, and after seeing the line of words on it, his expression changed drastically, revealing deep envy and jealousy in his eyes.
"Alas, that kid doesn't know what kind of good fortune he has accumulated in several lifetimes to be so valued by the Heavenly Emperor."
Putting away the divine decree and harboring complex feelings, Old Heavenly Slave hurriedly set off.
Asura Realm.
Inside the palace, Luo Yan stood listlessly, looking dejected.
Even after listening to the description, Luo Wuliang still felt it was outrageous and unbelievable.
But the current situation left him with no choice but to believe!
Because the truth was right in front of him!
The army that the Nine Hells invested this time, gathering high-end combat power and even top experts from various races, had all been defeated in the Kunlun Realm, with the entire group annihilated.
This was no longer a simple matter of being injured; for the races of the Nine Hells, it was simply a great loss of vitality, presenting a tragic situation of combat power gaps and the decline of the ten races!
Regarding this, Luo Wuliang felt he could not escape the blame!
"A secret treasure that can control the flow of time, if that's really the case, then the great changes in the Kunlun Realm can be explained, but why did it have to happen at this time..."
Luo Wuliang gritted his teeth and said.
"Father, your son has disappointed you." Luo Yan said dispiritedly.
Looking at his most proud eldest son being so devastated by this failure that he was doubting his life, Luo Wuliang felt very uncomfortable.
"Even Luo Xing died at the hands of that Ye guy, it seems this person already has the power to contend with me."
"If he comes looking for trouble, it will definitely be a fierce battle!"
Thinking of Ye Junlin's threat, Luo Wuliang's face was extremely solemn, and his heart was heavy.
In his eyes, Ye Junlin was much stronger than Longevity Weng and qualified to become his strongest opponent in the future!
"Ye Heavenly Emperor..." Luo Yan clenched his fists, and the unparalleled and invincible fist light appeared in his mind, causing him to shudder and his hair to stand on end.
At this moment, he could no longer utter the bold words of suppressing Ye Heavenly Emperor. The previous absolute confidence had turned into nothing under the blow of reality.
Ask him to defeat that kind of monster?
A fool's dream!
Definitely a fool's dream!
Hahaha...
Luo Yan laughed self-deprecatingly, his eyes dim.
"Alas, you may leave."
Seeing that his eldest son was in a very bad state, Luo Wuliang couldn't bear to blame him, waved his hand, and sighed.
Luo Yan walked out of the palace with a heavy heart.
Who could have imagined that the once high-spirited pride of heaven would be beaten to a pulp today?
"Brother..." Luo Sha watched the man leave dejectedly, and as his sister, she felt very uncomfortable.
Knowing the course of events, she didn't know how to face all of this.
She didn't care about the survival of the Kunlun Realm. In this incident, she cared most about that man. She originally thought that after the Kunlun Realm was destroyed, her father and brother would return triumphantly and give that man to her as a gift.
Luo Sha had even begun to imagine how to tame that hateful guy!
Who knew that it would eventually turn into this?!
Inside the hall.
The atmosphere was oppressive, dull, and very strange.
Luo Wuliang knelt on the ground, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and explained the situation to the Underworld Emperor with a stiff upper lip.
"Lord, this is what happened. I have an undeniable responsibility for the failure of this plan. Please punish me, Lord!"
After speaking, he lowered his head and dared not say a word.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
Luo Wuliang found it difficult to breathe and felt very uneasy. He was like an ant crawling at the feet of a giant dragon, with the possibility of being trampled to death at any time.
After about an incense stick's worth of time.
A hoarse and cold voice finally came from above, "I know. Don't think about anything else from now on and guard the Nine Hells well."
Hearing this.
Luo Wuliang felt relieved and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Lord, for your generosity! Your subordinate will do everything possible to guard the Nine Hells and prevent the Divine Court from invading!"
He was very surprised that the Lord of the Nine Hells did not blame him. It seemed that even the other party felt that the fault was not on him this time.
"Lord, what about the Kunlun Realm..." Luo Wuliang tentatively asked.
"I will send them to deal with it. You don't need to ask."
After leaving this meaningful sentence, the pressure above Luo Wuliang's head disappeared without a trace.
"Them? Who are they?"
Luo Wuliang raised his head, his resolute face showing a look of surprise, and he vaguely had a guess in his heart.
A certain mysterious space.
The Underworld Emperor coughed up blood, his pair of gray eyes gloomy and cold.
Damn it, this time I miscalculated!
Although I don't know where the Time Treasure came from, the rise of the Kunlun Realm has become a reality.
If it is not contained again, then there will be no room for maneuver!
"You, hurry up and take action. If we really get to that point in the end, I believe you don't want to see it either."
The Underworld Emperor's gloomy voice penetrated the mysterious space and fell on a blessed land that only he knew about.
Inside the blessed land, two figures opened their eyes from cross-legged meditation.
"Hmph, when the plan fails, you come to us. What do you take us for?" One of them said angrily.
"Is the scene of that year going to be staged again?" The other person had a complex expression and sighed.
"You have no choice."
The Underworld Emperor sneered.
What the world doesn't know is that these two pawns are his biggest trump card to deal with the Kunlun Realm!