Under the abyss, Ye Futian wrapped himself and Xia Qingyuan like a cocoon.
At that moment, he seemed to have sensed something. The branches and leaves of the ancient tree wrapped around him spread out, and then, like a blooming flower, his and Xia Qingyuan's figures were gradually revealed.
They still had their eyes closed. During this time, Ye Futian had been recovering and waiting for an opportunity. He did not expect that the evil thoughts seemed to have retreated on their own.
Beside Ye Futian, Xia Qingyuan sat there quietly. Her eyes were also closed, and at that moment, her cheeks were a little hot. Her eyelashes moved, and her bright eyes narrowed into slits. She stole a glance, and what came into view was a handsome face. His long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked so free and unruly.
Ye Futian seemed to have sensed something and opened his eyes as well. Xia Qingyuan avoided his gaze and looked in another direction.
However, at that moment, her pupils contracted slightly, and she felt her whole body tense up. Her aura swept out in an instant.
Ye Futian also looked forward, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed. A chill came over him, and it seemed that the hair on his body was about to stand up.
In front of them stood a figure.
The figure standing there did not release any aura, and they could not even sense his existence. It was as if he existed in the void. But he just stood there, looking at them quietly. His eyes were filled with a terrible blood-red light, and with just a glance, Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan's will were directly penetrated.
There was actually someone there.
Where was the Glass Saint?
"Ye Futian greets you, senior." Ye Futian's whole body was tense, and he shouted at the figure in front of him. The other person was still looking at Ye Futian, and there was no expression on his face. Even his body itself seemed to exist in the void.
Voom. The figure flashed and disappeared from the abyss. Ye Futian looked up, and only a wisp of aura remained.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. His body swayed, and he flew above the abyss. After a while, Ye Futian appeared outside the abyss. He saw that everyone above was also stunned, and their eyes were all fixed on the figure that had appeared.
Qi Xuangang's expression was extremely serious. The figure that had appeared gave him a feeling that he could not resist.
Moreover, he had actually appeared from the abyss. Who on earth was he?
Then, they saw Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan arrive, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least they were fine.
However, Ye Futian also seemed to be staring at that figure. He did not know who it was.
The figure stepped forward. The direction he was heading towards was where Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen were.
To be more precise, it was in the direction of Ye Wuchen.
He looked at the sword in Ye Wuchen's hand, and a red light flashed in his eyes, which had never wavered.
"Senior." Seeing this, Ye Futian was extremely nervous. His figure flashed forward, but he felt an invisible force directly enveloping his body. He floated powerlessly in the air, unable to move at all.
His opponent's back was still facing him, as if he had not released his power at all.
This level of ability was simply terrifying. It was as if there was an invisible hand in the void.
"Wuchen." Ye Futian looked in that direction nervously, but the figure did not seem to have any intention of hurting Ye Wuchen. He still stood there quietly and watched.
Ye Wuchen still stood there like a statue, holding the sword with both hands. Only his body was still surrounded by the demonic aura, constantly pouring into his body. Around his body, countless currents of swordsmanship gathered, as if they had never stopped.
Finally, the figure reached out his hand.
"Boom!" Yu Sheng stepped forward, worried that the figure would hurt Ye Wuchen. He walked in front of Ye Wuchen, but saw the figure wave his hand, and his body was directly thrown away. They were not at the same level at all.
When the figure reached out his hand, Ye Wuchen's body was suspended in the air bit by bit. He clenched his hand, and in an instant, countless currents around Ye Wuchen's body flowed into his body. At this moment, the lines on Ye Wuchen's face twisted wildly.
However, at this moment, there was a terrible red light in the figure's eyes, and a ray of light directly rushed into Ye Wuchen's eyes. In an instant, the roaring thoughts in Ye Wuchen's mind quieted down, merging into Ye Wuchen's will.
Qi Xuangang just stared at the figure. This person's strength might be beyond their imagination.
He rotated his hand slightly, and suddenly the wind and clouds above the sky changed. Countless sword wills appeared above the void, covering the sky and the sun.
He clenched his hand slightly, and in an instant, countless sword wills turned into dazzling light, rushing into Ye Wuchen's body.
Ye Wuchen's body went from suspended in the air to lying there. The terrible light of swordsmanship above the sky washed his body, rushing wildly into him. His body could not stop trembling. Ye Futian and the others only felt that they had stopped breathing when they saw this scene, and they were extremely nervous.
But they were unable to intervene at all.
Boom!
Countless sword wills merged into one, and Ye Wuchen's body seemed to have turned into an extremely sharp sword, lying between the sky and the earth.
Voom.
At this time, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, and an extremely bright sword light shot out. His whole body was like a sword.
Lying in the void, his body slowly stood up and floated there. Seeing this scene, Ye Futian and the others all had a strange look on their faces.
Was that mysterious cultivator helping Ye Wuchen?
"I am Ye Wuchen. Thank you for enlightening me, senior," Ye Wuchen bowed and said.
The other raised his hand and waved. Suddenly, the sword that Ye Wuchen had pulled out was suspended in the air, clanking. Looking at the sword, the mysterious figure's eyes flashed a little.
He raised his hand and waved, and suddenly the sword flew directly to Ye Wuchen's side. Ye Wuchen looked at the sword, then looked at the mysterious figure and asked, "Is this your sword, senior?"
"Han Zhou," the mysterious figure spat out two words.
Two words came out of the mysterious figure's mouth. This was the first time he had spoken. As he spoke, his sword hummed and seemed to be trembling.
It was as if it had heard his name.
"The name of the sword is Han Zhou." Ye Wuchen looked at the sword suspended in front of him.
The mysterious figure sighed. He was no longer himself, and Han Zhou had long been broken, turning into countless broken swords. This sword was a new sword, and it should be reborn.
"The sword is already a broken sword, and it no longer has the spirit of the past. You can rename it," the mysterious cultivator said.
Ye Wuchen looked at the other party and knew that this mysterious cultivator was serious. He stretched out his hand and held the sword. Was this a broken sword?
In that case, the broken sword fragments that suppressed the demons in the sky were all transformed from this sword.
Now, the sword no longer had the Spiritual Qi and power it once had.
"Senior, let's call it Jiu Zhou," Ye Wuchen said. He came from Jiu Zhou.
The mysterious cultivator looked at Ye Wuchen and nodded slightly.
"Why can't I sense your existence?" Ye Wuchen asked.
The mysterious cultivator looked at Ye Wuchen and did not answer. Of course, he could not sense his existence. He was nothingness.
He was the same as Ye Wuchen, except that Ye Wuchen was luckier than him.
He looked up. Above the void, the demonic clouds were rolling, and the color seemed to have changed.
What was going to happen in the Origin Mountains?
"Senior." At this time, Ye Futian stepped forward and asked, "Have you seen my friend?"
The Glass Saint brought him into the abyss, but he did not see her.
He naturally did not want anything to happen to her.
Could she survive in that kind of environment?
"She's gone," the mysterious cultivator said calmly.
Ye Futian's heart trembled. So, was the Glass Saint still alive?
But how did she get out?
The mysterious cultivator was still looking up at the void. The endless demonic clouds were flowing against the flow, sweeping toward the center of the Origin Mountains. Not only him, but all the cultivators felt it when they looked up.
In the past few months, where did those cultivators go in the Origin Mountains?
…
In the depths of the Origin Mountains, the aura here was too terrible. Above the sky, it was like the end of the world. The demonic clouds covered the sky and rolled wildly in one direction.
In this area, shocking battles were erupting everywhere. There were battles between Renhuang-level cultivators and battles between saints. Of course, it was mainly those Renhuang-level existences who were clearing the way, sweeping forward.
Those who blocked their way were the sounds of things crawling out of the ground, as if they were given life.
"Boom …"
A Renhuang-level existence released incomparably brilliant divine light. Everywhere it passed, everything was destroyed into nothingness. But even so, there was still an aura ahead that made his heart tremble.
"We're here."
The Renhuang looked up ahead. In the distance, he saw a terrible storm gathering above the sky, and there, there was an extremely amazing aura spreading out.
In the vast space, all the cultivators moved forward in a frenzy. They had been here for several months, and it was extremely difficult for both Renhuangs and saints to reach this step.
During this time, countless cultivators had fallen in the Origin Mountains.
One figure after another moved forward. Among the crowd, Zhan Yuan, the Supreme Form of the Great Path of the Violet Heavenly Palace, was also there, but now he was with the Renhuang of the Violet Heavenly Palace. Thunder roared from his body as he moved forward.
In addition to them, all the cultivators of the top forces had arrived, and they moved forward in different directions.
Gradually, they came under a huge demonic cloud. This demonic cloud circled around in circles, seeming endless.
Looking up, no matter what level the cultivators were at, they all felt a suffocating pressure, as if it was about to crush them.
This terrible demonic cloud lay above their heads. Sometimes, a demonic shadow could be seen, as if it was about to climb out of the demonic cloud.
"We're here." The Renhuang moved forward along this destructive demonic cloud. He saw a figure in white sitting cross-legged on a lonely peak, looking like a scholar.
This figure in white was sitting in the center of the storm.
"What is he doing?" all the cultivators thought.
The cultivators of the Violet Heavenly Palace recognized the figure. He was a descendant of the Gu Clan.
What was he doing there?
Who was it that brought him here?
Was it Gu Tianxing?
And now, he was sitting there. Who was he waiting for?
They didn't know the answer, so they could only continue to move toward that mountain range!
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