Eighteen green mountains stood tall, shrouded in mist. Each peak had a thousand-foot waterfall, splashing up thin smoke. Green water flowed around the mountains, making the place lush and beautiful.
Spring water gurgled and flowers bloomed, giving this beautiful place a sense of life and spirituality.
In other places, this kind of scenery might not be much, but in the Northern Region, it was rare. There were gravel everywhere, and not even a blade of grass grew. This kind of scenery was like a fairyland.
The vegetation was abundant, the water was misty, the palaces were ethereal, and the mountains were green. This was a beautiful pure land.
"Who are you?" someone from the Qingxia Sect shouted.
Ye Fan flicked his finger, and the boulder engraved with the words "Qingxia" shattered with a poof, turning into dust.
"This …" Everyone gasped. The newcomer was not friendly, directly shattering the boulder of Qingxia. He was obviously serious.
"Are you looking to die?" The people from the Qingxia Sect were furious. Only three people had come, and they dared to boast that they wanted to establish a sect here. They had underestimated them.
The people guarding the gate all took out their weapons. Flying swords, divine hammers, and the like were like a rain of light, shooting over.
Ye Fan did not care. He waved his sleeve, and with a crack, all the weapons shattered and fell to the ground. Even if there were more than a hundred Life Spring cultivators, they could not compete with him.
He waved his sleeve, and the people at the gate all flew out, falling into the pool under the waterfall.
"Go and report to the headmaster!" Now, they knew they were in big trouble. The opponent was unfathomable, and definitely not an ordinary madman.
Ye Fan stood in front of the gate, and with a flash of light behind him, 108 flags appeared. He had spent a day carving them yesterday.
In the Southern Region, Elder Han of the Spirit Ruin Wonderland had failed to refine him into medicine, and he had paid with his life. He had obtained two ancient animal skin scrolls from that cave.
One of the scrolls was an ancient book about Dao patterns. He could already comprehend it after entering the secret realm of the Holy Zhi Palace. Although this scroll was not a profound ancient book, it had some unique points.
The one hundred and eight flags that Ye Fan carved were densely covered in Dao runes. It was a sealing technique. He tossed out four flags and immediately sealed the mountain gate.
Then, he rushed into the sky, throwing out the remaining one hundred and four poles, all of them stabbing into the mountains and rivers, sealing off all directions.
The flag fluttered in the wind, and in a blur, it disappeared into the green mountains and clear waters.
"You … just who are you?" The guards of the mountain gate retreated.
In front of the mountain gate, the road was paved with bluestone. Hundreds of steps lay like a long dragon. On both sides of the road, the color of grass was fresh. Immortal vines coiled around it, and a small brook gurgled.
"I am your future sect master." Ye Fan walked forward, ascending the stairs. His steps were light and graceful, without any killing intent. His entire being was incomparably graceful.
"You …" The people of Qing Xia Sect stepped back one after another. Such a young man, the more ethereal he was, the more uncertain they were.
"This place is great!" Ye Fan kept nodding. The oasis where the stone stronghold was located was too small. It was no more than a dozen miles in radius. When a gust of wind blew, the sand and dust in the distance would rush in, which really made him a little uncomfortable.
He liked mountains and rivers, and he liked beautiful scenery. Qing Xia Sect was indeed a good place to cultivate one's mind and mind.
"Who is causing trouble?!" A long shout came, and an old man broke through the sky like a meteor and landed in front of the mountain gate.
Ye Fan walked calmly and slowly up. He said, "A rogue cultivator. Let's not mention my name."
"You want to establish a sect here?" The old man's eyes were awe-inspiring, and his face was as gloomy as water. Anyone who learned of such news would find it difficult to smile.
"Yes, that's my intention." Ye Fan nodded.
"You? You're so young, but you're boasting shamelessly!" The old man sneered disdainfully.
It was no wonder that he despised Ye Fan. He looked like he was only about fifteen years old. At this age, even if he was the successor of the Holy Land, he might not be able to challenge Qing Xia alone.
Ye Fan was not in a hurry. He climbed up hundreds of stone steps and stood by the water. His body was next to the pool, and his whole body was covered with a layer of mist. He was like a banished immortal that had come into being.
Only now did the old man see some clues. Ye Fan was standing in front of him, but he was as elusive and unpredictable as the mist.
"There are bandits running amok within a radius of five hundred miles. It has a lot to do with Qing Xia Sect. Are you also involved?" Ye Fan asked.
"You even know this?" The old man was uneasy and couldn't help but ask.
"Then there's nothing more to say. I'll send you on your way." Ye Fan floated in front of him and stretched out his hand.
"Buzz!"
The weapon vibrated, and seven weapons rushed out of the old man's body. There were sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and so on. They turned into seven long rainbows and stabbed at Ye Fan's palm.
However, what shocked him was that the seven weapons were like rotten wood. They broke inch by inch and couldn't withstand a single blow!
That jade-like palm seemed to have a kind of demonic nature. The weapons did stab into the palm, but they scattered like yellow soil and were completely shattered.
He turned pale with fright. This kind of method was so magical that it made him feel cold all over and quickly retreat.
"Since you all connive the bandits, there's nothing more to say. I'll send you on your way." Ye Fan pressed with his hand, and the old man flew out dozens of feet on the spot. Then, he suddenly broke into pieces.
The people guarding the mountain gate were dumbfounded. Even the elders of the sect were crushed to death by this young man, which made them tremble all over.
This was a young devil king, who could stop him? Who could stop him? He killed the elder of Qing Xia Sect with one slap. Even if the headmaster came, he might not be able to suppress him.
Ye Fan ignored them and continued to move forward. Those people were trembling with fear and dodged to the sides.
"When can I go in and out of the Ji family like this and walk into the Yaoguang Holy Land?" He felt that if he wanted to succeed, he needed a large amount of source energy.
Inside the Qing Xia Sect, the ancient bell rang. Everyone was alarmed and many cultivators quickly flew over.
In front, there was a gurgling sound of water. Flowers and plants grew beside the spring. At a glance, it was beautiful.
Figures quickly landed and surrounded Ye Fan and the other two.
"Little Brother Ye …" Wang Shu was a little nervous.
"Which of you are the bandits?!" Dumbo was very angry.
"Where are the three of you from? What nonsense are you talking about?" The surrounding people shouted.
"You connived with Big Beard Chen to plunder everywhere and attack ordinary mortals. I didn't wrongly accuse you, did I?" Ye Fan was calm.
"So, Big Beard Chen's inexplicable death was caused by you?" Behind, an old man with white hair and a white beard walked forward slowly. He had a rather sage-like aura.
"A cultivator from the secret realm of the Doctrine Palace?" Ye Fan showed a hint of surprise.
"Big Beard Chen is my disciple. It was he who gave me enough source energy to help me break through the shackles of the Nirvana Realm. You actually killed him and still dare to come here!" The old man was murderous. He stared at Ye Fan and ordered the people around him, "Kill him!"
Around them, figures flew everywhere. Lights shone and all kinds of weapons were taken out. Dozens of people attacked at the same time.
Ye Fan did not expect so many people to know about Big Beard Chen. He snorted coldly and decided to start a massacre.
"The two of you step back and watch from the side!" He asked Wang Shu and Lei Bo to step aside.
Ye Fan's body was like a dragon. He suddenly rushed up and displayed the second secret of the Nine Secrets. He pointed one hand to the sky and shouted softly. In an instant, a giant seal appeared and vibrated above his head.
It was a majestic giant mountain that towered into the sky. It was restrained into an ancient seal and pressed down. One could clearly see that there were birds and beasts on it and towering ancient trees.
"Boom!"
There was no way to stop it. The giant seal of the mountain could hold up the sky. When it came down, the weapons that were flying in the sky all turned into ashes.
"Ah …"
Screams were heard. Dozens of people who surrounded Ye Fan could not escape. Their bodies cracked and turned into ashes at the same time.
This shocking scene made the cultivators in the distance speechless. They broke out in cold sweat and could not help but tremble.
Up in the sky, the ancient mountain seal slowly faded away, then disappeared without a trace.
This was the Battle Saint Technique, the second secret of the Nine Secrets. It represented the extreme of offensive techniques and could evolve into thousands of moves. Every time it was comprehended, it would realize a different killing technique.
"You … what secret technique is this?" The white-haired old man no longer had his sage-like temperament. He revealed a terrified expression and kept retreating.
"The Killing Technique!" Ye Fan smiled faintly. There was no need to tell him that this was the Nine Secrets.
"I am the Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect. Do you really want to be enemies with the Qingxia Sect?" He transmitted his voice loudly like thunder, waking up the headmaster and other Supreme Elders who were in seclusion.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "It's useless. No one can save you."
"I am a cultivator of the Holy Palace's secret realm. If you want to kill me, you must pay a price!" He was strong in appearance but weak in heart, trying to stall for time.
"Go and reunite with your good disciple, Big Beard Chen." Ye Fan took a lotus step and chased after him lightly.
"You … I will fight you to the death!" The Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect roared. His face was ferocious, his hair stood up, and his eyes were cold. More than ten weapons rushed out of the Sea of Reincarnation.
And in the Holy Palace, a god in green armor flew out. He held a broadsword in his hand, and his whole body was covered in green iron clothes. He was several meters tall, and with one step, he cracked the ground.
The three-meter-long broadsword was swung. Green gas surged and made a buzzing sound. Thousands of rays of light shot out like a rain of swords.
This area was filled with divine splendor. More than ten weapons, plus this god, sealed this area. Endless killing intent and dazzling light surged violently.
In the distance, the disciples of the Qingxia Sect shouted in unison. In their opinion, Ye Fan was completely submerged in it and would die without a doubt.
However, they quickly closed their mouths.
Boom!
Ye Fan held the Grand Sun Seal in his hand. A vigorous sun slowly rose. It was incomparably huge and pressed down on the sky.
Yes, a red sun like the boundless sea filled the sky. It was vigorous and grand, and the fiery red brilliance burned everything!
The god in the green iron clothes was almost burned to ashes in an instant, and the dozens of weapons were burned into gas in an instant, no longer existing!
Ye Fan held the Grand Sun Seal in his hand, and a huge red sun appeared above his head. It was like a mountain, pressing down on the sky. Its power was monstrous, and everyone couldn't help but want to kneel down.
"Ah …" The Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect screamed. After losing the god born from the Holy Palace, he was seriously injured. He fled for his life, trying to survive.
Ye Fan lightly shook the Grand Sun Seal, and nine golden crows rushed out of the vigorous red sun. Their whole bodies were shining, as if they were cast from gold. Each of them had three legs, and they fluttered their wings and cried.
Plop!
Not far away, many disciples of the Qingxia Sect were forced to kneel by this supreme power, and they could no longer stand.
The nine three-legged golden crows turned into nine golden rays and rushed over. Although the Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect had rushed out for hundreds of feet, he was still silently burned and instantly turned into black ashes.
"Ah …"
Screams sounded one after another. Wherever the nine golden crows passed, no one could resist them. They were all destroyed by the golden fire and turned into dust.
This was an extremely terrifying power, with an unparalleled sense of oppression. It was not until Ye Fan released the Grand Sun Seal that the huge red sun and the nine golden crows slowly disappeared.
Farther away, many disciples of the Qingxia Sect collapsed and fell to the ground. They couldn't resist such supreme power, and it directly shocked them to their bones.
This was one of the secrets of the Nine Secrets, the ultimate attack technique, the incomparable Battle Saint Technique!
Every time they comprehended it, it would evolve into a kind of killing technique, ever-changing and endless!
Outside, all the disciples of the Qingxia Sect were trembling with fear. That handsome young man was simply a demon king. That unparalleled terrifying power was enough to shock their bodies and minds, and there was no need to fight at all.
Long roars sounded one after another. The Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect and the headmaster were all alarmed, and they all came out and quickly rushed over.
Shadows flashed, and ten people landed one after another, surrounding Ye Fan.
"Ten strong cultivators from the Holy Palace. It seems that I can go all out today." Ye Fan was calm and there was not a trace of shock on his face.
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