"Don't be impatient."
The floating white robe in the air above the small silver mountain shouted to stop them.
His voice was like the descent of heavenly punishment, causing hundreds of lightning bolts to suddenly appear!
The hundreds of lightning bolts darted through the air like giant pythons. However, they contained the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao and quietly locked onto their target.
The small sedan that Long Yang was driving was suddenly surrounded by the hundreds of lightning bolts and could not move forward or backward.
Within the lightning bolts, there was a power of distortion that shocked the soul. Long Yang had to carefully close the small sedan, afraid that it would really be hit by the lightning bolts.
This small sedan was a special item. Its defensive power was extraordinary and it could help her condense dragon blood.
Most importantly, this item was used by her to guide her father, Long Jie. It allowed her father, who had returned to Haoran hundreds of years later, to rely on this sedan to recover his strength at the fastest speed.
At this moment, Long Jie had yet to walk out of the Sword Prison. She did not want her sedan to be destroyed because of her recklessness.
The owner of this place had the ability to cause the calamity of the Sword Prison and bring it into Haoran. Naturally, he was extraordinary.
No matter how conceited Long Yang was, he did not dare to provoke him.
"That Zhao Yafu's soul should have been devoured by the Dragon Race. Her death in exchange for the revival of a head!" Long Yang raised his head and calmed down slightly. He explained to the owner of this place, "The Zhao Family of Anyue City had a contract with our Hidden Dragon Lake in the early years. We helped them, but they betrayed the Dragon Race!"
Anyone who signed a contract with the Dragon Race but did not follow it would be retaliated against by the Hidden Dragon Lake.
The Zhao Family and Zhao Yafu were both Dragon Race and enemies of the Hidden Dragon Lake.
If Zhao Yafu was in the outside world, Long Yang might not dare to act recklessly because he had to be wary of the Goblin Temple.
However, this was the Desolate God Marsh, a territory that even the Goblin Temple could not interfere with.
"Let's talk when your father comes out." The owner of this place had a cold attitude.
Long Yang snorted coldly. He did not dare to refute and could only give up.
Not long after, Tan Yuan led the five juniors of the Goblin Temple and the female general, Li Yuchan, to this place.
Zhao Yafu lowered her head while her little face dimmed down, and she was immersed in a helpless and worried state of mind.
Along the way, she saw Long Tianxiao, who had once taught her the secret magics of the dragon race and protected her in the forbidden land of the Fallen Moon, being poisoned by a violet jade dragon. The violet jade dragon used the dragon race's method of grafting flowers on a tree to heal him.
Yanyuan was at the side and stopped her from running amok. She said that if she dared to act recklessly, she would immediately send her away.
Zhao Yafu begged Tan Yuan for a while, but to no avail. She could only accept her fate.
Long Tianxiao's miserable appearance of being trapped in the dragon race's totem, being bitten by the violet jade dragon, eating away at his dragon blood and dragon soul. She was unable to forget it.
When she came here and saw the small mountain that was the Sword Prison and the evil spirits walking out of the Sword Prison, her petite body trembled violently.
Her master, whose true body was far away in the outer space and whose demon soul was in the Demon God Palace, had told her some stories about the outer space.
As soon as she saw the silver mountain and sensed the fluctuations of moon power, she instantly guessed that this mountain-like thing was the legendary Sword Prison.
It was the place where the Haoran Heaven and Earth were imprisoned, along with all the evil spirits who had rebelled against the three high sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple.
"The reason the Sword Prison was taken to this heaven and earth was to release the evil spirits inside!"
In an instant, Zhao Yafu understood many things.
Why the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Desolate God Lake was inexplicably gathering towards the Desolate God at the center of the lake.
Why the powerful demons in the Desolate God's domain had temporarily left the lake and gone to the outer space, the abandoned lands, and other suitable places for them to stay.
"They were probably worried that the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in the lake would be sucked dry by the evil spirits. They were afraid that they would use their subordinates to replenish their lost flesh power and use their demon souls to nourish their dried up seas of awareness! "
Zhao Yafu suddenly understood.
She believed that the Desolate God must have made some kind of agreement with the person behind the Sword Prison that allowed the Sword Prison to be located in the lake.
The Desolate God was worried that the evil spirits that had escaped would cause trouble in his territory and cause the lake to wither and the powerful demons to die. That was why he had given the order.
"Lin Zhuyun!"
Zhan Tianxiang exclaimed softly as he looked at the figure wrapped in green flames.
Behind him, the three men and women from the Demon Palace all paled in fright.
At this moment, a small green snake quietly flew out of a stone cave in the Sword Prison.
As soon as the little snake appeared, Zhao Yafu, Zhan Tianxiang, and the three disciples who practiced the Demon Sect's incantations all felt that their flesh auras were suddenly thrown into chaos.
Zhao Yafu, who had been taught by the white Heaven Tiger's demonic soul, was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped when she saw the little green snake. She couldn't help but cry out, "It's, it's you. You're actually not dead, but imprisoned in the Sword Prison!"
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In an unknown sea of stars.
Many bright stars were covered in gray mist. A person wielding a sword in the depths of the gray mist would occasionally attack.
Every sword attack brought with it a dazzling river of sword energy. The power it contained seemed to be able to change the heavens and the earth and break all existing laws of the world!
Deep in the gray mist, there was a patch of deep red that released an extreme heat. It seemed to be able to burn the billions of lives in the star systems.
There was a blurry, illusory figure standing on a giant star that was surrounded by many giant seals.
The seals were like the sun and the moon as they spun around him.
There was also a black shadow that seemed to be a true "Abyss Chaos Hole." It carried endless Abyss Demon energy and slowly approached the gray mist as if it wanted to devour everything.
There was a giant purple phoenix that spread its wings and swept up the stars, causing the entire galaxy to shake as it flew in the gray mist.
One river of sword light after another flowed out of the depths of the gray mist.
The patch of deep red, the giant shadow surrounded by seals, the black Chaos Hole, and the giant purple phoenix were all targets of the rivers of sword energy.
In the distance, a man stood at the tip of a towering mountain peak that had been transformed from a sword blade, watching from afar.
Yu Yuan, who was comprehending sword techniques again, was pulled into this strange realm. Like a bystander, he looked down with great clarity, like a high and mighty god.
He was no longer a bystander. His psychic awareness flew into the body of the swordsman, and he no longer wielded his sword like that person.
He could only watch, observe, analyze, and comprehend passively.
It was just a strand of thought. After the initial confusion, he was also shocked by the guess that arose in his heart.
He was frightened by what he thought of...
The man who kept swinging his sword and forming rivers of sword energy flying out from the depths of the gray mist was the Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator he knew.
It was a patch of deep red and extremely hot. It should be the Primal Yang Sect's patriarch, who was in secluded cultivation on Primal Yang Mountain all year round.
It was the current sectmaster of the Primal Yang Sect.
The man surrounded by giant seals and manifested his dharma idol. Since he was with the Primal Yang Sect's sectmaster and could control the Heavenly Palace seals, he was naturally the leader of the Xuantianzong Sect.
The man who looked like a black Chaos Hole that could swallow all things in the world was the number one Devil Cultivator in Haoran Heaven and Earth — the Devil Master of the Devil's Palace!
The giant purple phoenix spreading its wings and soaring in the sky should be the Demon God of the Demon Race for an extremely long time — the Demon Phoenix!
In the distance, the peak formed by the sword blade most likely belonged to the Great Sword Immortal who was ranked first.
The Primal Yang Sect, the Xuantianzong Sect, the four leaders of the Devil's Palace, the Goblin Temple, and the four strongest experts of Haoran Heaven and Earth were working together to kill the Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator.
The Great Sword Immortal, who was also from the Sword Sect, was just watching coldly from afar. No one knew if he was holding the fort or just watching.
This scene was so shocking that Yu Yuan simply didn't dare to believe her eyes.
The last time he had comprehended the sword incantation, the Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator had almost single-handedly faced the attacks of countless Heavenly Demons in the starry river, as if he were protecting something.
At that time, the Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator seemed to be the guardian of Haoran Heaven and Earth, the God of War, the God of Killing. His aura was so fierce that it could cut all things in the starry river and make billions of creatures in the starry river tremble in fear.
Why did it turn out like this the second time?
What had the Great Sword Immortal who protected Haoran Heaven and Earth experienced? What had he done?
Why was he targeted by the supreme experts of Haoran Heaven and Earth, the Three Exalted Sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple?
Yu Yuan couldn't figure it out.
However, he suddenly realized that when he was Honch and the sectmaster of the Medicine God Sect in his previous life, he had never heard of this Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator from the Sword Sect.
Logically speaking, as the sectmaster of the Medicine God Sect, he should have heard of this person.
Unless the Three Exalted Sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple had banned all information about this person!
Furthermore, the Sword Sect had forbidden anyone from mentioning him or anything about him.
Only in this way could the existence of this Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator be erased, and no one would know about him.
"What? Is it similar to the Shenhun Sect?"
With this thought, the overlapping souls of heaven, earth, and man in his sea of consciousness shook violently.
The heavenly soul trembled even more violently!
At this moment, he deeply sensed the sorrow of that Moon Severing Realm grand cultivator. He understood the sorrow and indignation of a man at the end of his life.
This was exactly the same as the Extreme Wisdom Soul-tempering Art that the heavenly soul had painstakingly cultivated, and the mysteries of the Shenhun Sect's soul incantation.
All of a sudden, he felt as if he had a profound connection with the Soul-transforming Lake in the depths of the Forbidden Land of the Fallen Moons, and the four ancient black characters that read "Extreme Wisdom Will Be Hurt."
It was also at this moment that he saw with incomparable clarity a beautiful figure in the depths of his sea of consciousness, where his three souls overlapped.
The beautiful figure was a magical soul imprint that had fallen into his true soul.
"A soul imprint has been implanted into my true soul. It has changed my state of mind, my soul will, my judgment, and my feelings. It has affected everything about me!" In a split second, Yu Yuan's mind became clear. With the help of the Extreme Wisdom Soul-tempering Art, his heavenly soul, which represented intelligence, realized what had happened.
"The current sectmaster of the Dark Charm Sect, Zhan Yun, who has mastered the art of seduction, wants to enslave me by attacking my soul?"
Yu Yuan's mind was clear as she snorted coldly in the small world in her sea of consciousness.
It was as if his heavenly soul had obtained a surge of power from the Forbidden Land of the Fallen Moons, which suddenly morphed into a hand and gently grasped the beautiful imprint that Zhan Yun had implanted in his true soul.
"There's no rush."
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he sat quietly in Sword Prison and meditated with his eyes closed.
It was as if he were laughing at something.
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