Days passed. In the vast Mountain Range of Origin, demon clouds billowed above the sky, but the mountain range was still barren and silent.
A few months ago, countless cultivators of the Demon Metropolis stepped into the mountains. Now, countless people had lost their lives in the mountains. Of course, many people found the ruins of the ancient battlefield and found some things left behind by Demon Emperors or Renhuangs.
Of course, there were still more dangers. Many cultivators were buried in the Mountain Range of Origin.
Ye Futian and the others were still not out of danger. At this time, the sword peak had collapsed. In the place where demon aura billowed, Ye Wuchen wanted to give up countless times, but Yu Sheng always enveloped his body with the Light of Buddha. The Sound of Buddha constantly fell into his ears, letting him see a ray of light in the abyss of pain. He struggled in despair.
At this time, the will in his mind seemed to have been split. Many personalities appeared. In the blurry space of consciousness, many phantoms formed by will appeared. Some were full of demonic aura, some were surrounded by the will of destruction, and some were cruel and bloodthirsty, which made him want to go berserk.
Among these wills, there was a white illusory will that seemed to be swaying in the wind and rain. It seemed as if it could be destroyed at any time.
This was his remaining will, which seemed as if it could dissipate and be erased at any time.
Boom … Many wills rushed toward him again, trying to occupy his will. Then, countless chaotic wills appeared at the same time. He struggled in pain, and his eyes glowed with a terrible blood-red light.
Yu Sheng sat in front of Ye Wuchen. He saw that Ye Wuchen's body was constantly rolling on the ground because of the pain, and his mouth kept letting out low roars. In the past few months, Ye Wuchen had entered the Demonic Way countless times. He even wanted to kill Yu Sheng, and there were countless times when he wanted to abandon himself and be completely controlled by the Demonic Will. But every time he was in despair, he persisted with that touch of obsession.
During this time, the pain he suffered made Yu Sheng feel a little unbearable. He even wanted to end him with his own hands and relieve him of his pain.
Another loud roar came out. Ye Wuchen's body jumped up. His whole body was surrounded by a terrible dark airflow. His whole body was dark, and there was a black airflow on his face. It seemed as if he was completely falling into the Demonic Way.
His eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty light. He walked toward Yu Sheng step by step and said, "Kill me."
There was no end to this pain. He was afraid that he would completely fall and become someone he wasn't.
Rather than that, he would rather die.
Yu Sheng kept chanting Sanskrit characters as he stared at Ye Wuchen.
Yu Sheng walked to Ye Wuchen's side and looked at the demonic sword stuck in the ground. Yu Sheng reached out and grabbed it. This scene made Ye Wuchen's dark eyes tremble, and he stared at Yu Sheng.
The Light of Buddha dissipated, and Yu Sheng retracted it. The Demonic Will surged, and a powerful devouring power swept out. In an instant, the Sword Will rushed into Yu Sheng's body.
In an instant, countless demonic currents rolled toward Yu Sheng, as if he had become the center of a vortex.
Turning around, Yu Sheng held his sword with both hands. His face was twisted, and dark lines appeared on his face. The veins on his arms bulged as if he was in extreme pain, but his eyes were still extremely determined. Staring at Ye Wuchen, he said, "I will go with you."
He slowly reached out with his right hand and raised the sword. Endless demonic aura rolled over. Yu Sheng still stared at Dustless and growled in a low voice, "Even if there are demons in the sky, my will is firm. What can you do to us?"
"Boom!"
A terrible dark light seemed to appear above the sky and rushed into Yu Sheng's body. His voice rang between heaven and earth, and he let the power corrode him.
"Get out of here." Yu Sheng raised his head and roared. Then a terrible will swept out, and the aura on his body became even stronger. The wind and clouds around him roared.
He had broken through the plane with one thought and entered the True Self Plane.
Ye Wuchen looked at Yu Sheng. That wisp of will shook, and his eyes were trembling.
What can the demons in the sky do to me? Breaking through the plane and entering the True Self Plane in an instant was Yu Sheng. He was domineering, despising everything, and his will was firm.
Could he do it?
Along the way of cultivation, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's talents were far ahead of them. With his indomitable will, he could barely keep up with them. However, there were some things that could not be made up for by the state of mind.
Could he?
At this moment, Yu Sheng was going to bear it with him.
"On the path of cultivation, there cannot be one less person," Yu Sheng continued to say, staring at him.
Ye Wuchen's heart trembled. His eyes seemed to be trying to expel the demonic will, and there was a faint but strong obsession in them.
Over the years, from when they were weak to now, the three of them had all entered the Saint Plane and lived and died together.
On the path of cultivation, there could not be one less person.
Wasn't this the reason why he drew his sword? Everything that Yu Sheng was doing was the same as what he was doing.
"Yes." Ye Wuchen nodded heavily. He stepped forward, looked at the sword in Yu Sheng's hand, and stretched out his hand.
Yu Sheng understood what he meant and handed the sword in his hand to Ye Wuchen. He held the sword with both hands, and even though he was in great pain, he still held it tightly. Monstrous dark currents invaded, and endless chaotic will swept towards him. He stabbed the sword into the ground with both hands and held it tightly, standing like a statue.
"Boom …"
Similarly, a terrible sword will shot up into the sky. Above Ye Wuchen's body, a brilliant light of swordsmanship bloomed, rising up.
There was great terror between life and death, but there was also great opportunity.
Ye Wuchen's state of mind was transformed and sublimated, and he entered the True Self Plane.
The Sword Saint looked over there and saw that the two of them had broken through at the same time. Seeing that Ye Wuchen was still holding on, a smile appeared in his demonic eyes.
After experiencing so many things, his heart was still like that of a young man.
He still remembered that when they entered Book Mountain, they went through life and death together. On the path of cultivation, there could not be one less person.
This feeling was really good.
A smile flashed in his dark demonic eyes as he looked up into the distance.
Was Third Brother Dongliu doing well in the Origin Mountains?
Compared to Ye Futian, the Sword Saint seemed to be more worried about Gu Dongliu. He believed that Ye Futian would come out alive, and he was unwavering.
The demonic might rolled and roared, the sword will soared into the sky, and the Sword Saint actually sat there and broke through the Saint Plane. The three of them seemed to have some kind of resonance in their states of mind, and they stepped into the Saint Plane of True Self. In a short period of time, they broke through the Plane one after another.
In this crisis, at this moment, they strengthened their belief that they would all come out alive.
Their teacher once taught them that reading thousands of books was not as good as walking thousands of miles. Even if they were familiar with thousands of ancient books, they would be able to use spells at will and have extraordinary talent, but their state of mind would not be able to keep up. Only by really walking thousands of miles and experiencing endless hardships and setbacks could they have a stronger belief and challenge their own limits again and again.
In the world, Renhuang and Sages were all once mortals.
Even if they were destined to be the Son of Heaven, they would also have to experience the hardships of the world. Who could be born to be an emperor?
The tyrannical life force roared, and Yu Sheng's body once again released the Light of Buddha, evolving himself and at the same time expelling the evil thoughts for Ye Wuchen.
On Ye Wuchen's body, a terrible airflow flowed along his body, and he held the sword with both hands until his ears were ringing.
Suddenly, a terrible sword will shot up into the sky. It was a dark sword will, releasing sword might in the void sky.
Ye Wuchen still maintained that posture, as if he had completely turned into a statue. The sword will flowed and rolled, and a bright light was released. Another sword will condensed and shot up into the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
Sword will was released one after another, as if they were all formed by the will of the great path. Gradually, in the sky above Ye Wuchen's body, countless terrible sword auras were refined. Each of the sword auras contained extremely strong will of the great path.
Ye Wuchen was surrounded by sword will, as if he wanted to refine all the will of the great path that invaded his body into sword auras.
In the abyss, the pair of eyes glowing with red light opened again, seemingly looking up at the sky above the abyss. In the next moment, the endless airflow in the abyss roared and rushed out, rolling into the sky above the abyss.
"Huh?" The Sword Saint's expression changed, and the extremely terrible storm airflow swallowed in the direction of Ye Wuchen and Yu Sheng. The Light of Buddha on Yu Sheng's body became even more dazzling, ready to deal with all this, but Ye Wuchen still maintained his previous posture and did not move.
The extremely terrible airflow madly drilled into the sword and flowed into it. The sword in Ye Wuchen's hand seemed to be devouring all evil thoughts.
"Boom." The dark airflow completely swallowed Ye Wuchen, but he still did not move. His face seemed to be constantly twisting and changing, and it went on like this for a long time. When everything dissipated, the endless airflow was swallowed by the sword aura, but the terrible airflow still flowed around Ye Wuchen's body.
The world gradually became clear again, as if it was no longer purgatory.
The demonic aura in the void sky was still tumbling, and in the distance, a group of people hurried over. It was Qi Xuangang and the other cultivators who had been waiting outside.
When they saw this scene, their expressions froze, and then their eyes seemed to be searching.
Ye Futian did not see him.
Where was he?
How did the dark turbulence disappear?
Kong Xuan's figure flashed forward, and she saw the Little Condor was on the other side of the abyss, standing there like a demonic beast statue, staring at the abyss below.
Ye Futian might be under the abyss.
Qi Xuangang naturally also found him, and his will swept in that direction.
Yu Sheng, the Sword Saint, and the others were all safe, and he hoped that Ye Futian would be the same!
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