The most important thing was that the Hundred Seedlings Battlefield was not simple. The Spirit Qi in the world was extremely thin, and even divine consciousness was restricted. It could be said that everyone's cultivation was suppressed.
"Divine Child of Destruction?"
Suddenly, a voice came from afar. A young man was walking toward Ye Xuan with a surprised look on his face.
"Divine Child Wan An, you and I are really fated to be teleported to the same place."
The young man was handsome and had opened six Sky Gates. Although he was not an heir of an ultimate orthodoxy, he was obviously a Saint from a large sect.
"You are …?" Ye Xuan frowned slightly.
"I'm An Ran, the Saint of the Chaotic Heaven Sect. I didn't expect to be teleported here with you. If you're willing, we can travel together. That way, we'll have more assurance," Saint An Ran invited hopefully.
"Is the Hundred Seedlings Battlefield that dangerous?"
Ye Xuan was puzzled because he realized that other than some ferocious beasts, there was nothing dangerous in the entire forest.
"You may not know this, Divine Child, but those who participate in the Hundred Seedlings Battlefield are all fighting for the seats of the ultimate powerhouses. Apart from the younger generation, there are also many veteran Immortal cultivators who know that they have no hope of becoming an ultimate powerhouse.
"God Child's cultivation base is exceedingly high. Even though I'm not that talented, my cultivation base is still passable. If the two of us travel together, we won't have to fear any of those veteran Sempiternal realm experts." Saint Child An Ran said.
"I see." Ye Xuan nodded slowly.
Clearly, these veteran Immortal cultivators had extremely high cultivation, but it was difficult for them to improve their cultivation. They had no hope of becoming a half-step ultimate powerhouse, let alone a so-called ultimate powerhouse seat.
They were ordered to enter the Hundred Seedlings Battlefield to clear obstacles for the Divine Children of their sects and to protect these Divine Children.
This was the foundation of the ultimate orthodoxies and many large sects. Although it was unfair to the other young itinerant cultivators, there was no such thing as fairness in this world. Only the strong could set the rules.
"Divine Child, please enlighten us. The mountain range that we are in stretches for thousands of miles. Our divine senses are limited, and our cultivation levels are suppressed by the Battle of the Hundred Seedlings. I believe that other than the two of us, there must be others in the mountain range that have been teleported here. You and I can work together to kill them. This way, we will have fewer competitors."
Holy Son An Ran was full of sincerity. Unknowingly, he came to Ye Xuan's side with a kind smile on his face, giving off a harmless feeling.
"That's good too." Ye Xuan nodded slowly.
"Then go to hell."
Boom!
Suddenly, Holy Son An Ran's kind smile disappeared, replaced by an excited and ferocious killing intent. A Soul Extinguishing Awl appeared in his hand, and he fiercely and swiftly pierced towards Ye Xuan's heart.
At such a close distance, no one would be able to dodge. Moreover, Holy Son An Ran had been preparing for this attack for a long time. The Soul Extinguishing Awl in his hand was an extremely vicious item. As long as it scratched the skin, it would cause one's soul to scatter and die.
But who was Ye Xuan?
Let's not talk about Ye Xuan's cultivation.
When it came to scheming and scheming, Holy Son An Ran paled in comparison. Ye Xuan was the ancestor of scheming.
Clang!
A pair of jade-like fingers gently clamped the Soul Extinguishing Awl in his hand. Through the ghost mask, his eyes were sinister and contemptuous.
"How is this possible?" Holy Son An Ran was horrified. He tried his best to pull the Soul Extinguishing Awl out of Ye Xuan's hand, but he couldn't do it.
"You're really stupid. You don't even know my cultivation and you dare to sneak attack me. Even if I don't kill a piece of trash like you, you won't be able to walk out of this mountain range."
Crack!
Ye Xuan's two fingers exploded with a terrifying force, and the Soul Extinguishing Awl broke into two. The next moment, Ye Xuan raised his five fingers and slapped towards Holy Son An Ran.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Rumble!
The six Heavenly Gates rumbled as Holy Son An Ran used his Chaos Heaven Grand Technique. He didn't expect to defeat Ye Xuan. He only wanted to force him back and then quickly escape.
Unfortunately, Holy Son An Ran was too naive. He didn't know what kind of person he had encountered.
Bang!
Crack!
"Ah!"
An extremely mournful cry of pain came from the mouth of the Holy Son of An Ran. His Chaotic Heaven Great Technique was shattered by Ye Xuan's strike, and his entire body was sent flying. The six great Heavenly Gates behind him were all terrifying cracks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Xuan slowly walked towards Holy Son An Ran. The entire mountain rumbled and trembled. Through the ghost mask, his eyes were fierce and merciless.
"Spare me, Divine Son, spare me …"
Holy Son An Ran's body cracked, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth. He couldn't even take a single hit from Ye Xuan. At this moment, he was limp on the ground like a dead dog. He kept kicking his legs and retreating. His face was filled with regret and fear.
"One must know their limits. Since you dared to enter the Hundred Seedlings Battlefield, you should be prepared to die. Aren't you a joke by begging for your life so humbly?" Ye Xuan smiled faintly.
"Divine Son, I was blind. Please spare my worthless life. I really don't want to die."
Holy Son An Ran was terrified in the face of death. He kept kowtowing to Ye Xuan and begged for mercy. His entire person was humble and pitiful.
"It's not that I can't spare you, but what will you give in exchange for your life?" Ye Xuan asked with interest.
"Divine Son, this is all I have. There are large amounts of Chaos Spiritual Essence and various Divine Elixirs. Even my cultivation technique is inside. I only ask that Divine Son spare my life."
Holy Son An Ran hurriedly took out his Qiankun Bag and handed it to Ye Xuan with both hands. His entire person was extremely humble.
"Not bad. You know your place."
Ye Xuan nodded in satisfaction. He reached out to take the Qiankun Bag, but the next moment, something strange happened.
"Go to hell."
Boom!
Holy Son An Ran's face was ferocious. When Ye Xuan took the Qiankun Bag, he flipped his hand and took out a Soul-Destroying Awl. This time, he directly stabbed it into Ye Xuan's heart.
"Hahaha.
Let's see if you can survive this time. "
Holy Son An Ran laughed maniacally. However, as he laughed, his expression gradually stiffened. This was because the Soul-Destroying Awl that he stabbed at Ye Xuan was gradually shattering. It didn't pierce through Ye Xuan's heart at all.
Ye Xuan looked at him with contempt. He was even playing with the Qiankun Bag in his hand.
"In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are small tricks. Moreover, you're still too weak. Let me send you on your way."
Ye Xuan smiled contemptuously. He raised his five fingers and directly pressed down on Holy Son An Ran.
"No!"
Ye Xuan's attack made him feel completely hopeless. He couldn't block it at all. The only outcome was death.
Bang!
Heaven and earth exploded, and blood rained down. Holy Son An Ran's mournful and despairing cry was heard. His entire body exploded into a bloody mist. He couldn't be more dead.
"Collect!"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan flipped his hand and a treasured gourd appeared. He opened the gourd and turned it upside down. An extremely terrifying suction force appeared and sucked the bloody mist into the gourd.
As the saying went, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat.
No matter what, Holy Son An Ran had opened six Heavenly Gates. It would be a pity if his cultivation was wasted.
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