Qian Shanmu and Qin Mengruo raised their heads and looked at Ye Futian.
The others also looked at the figure bathed in flames.
This was the young man who had created a miracle in the Ancient Barren World. Most of the younger generation of the Eastern Barren Territory were curious about his combat abilities.
"What a powerful Will of Fire."
Li Daoyun's eyes were cold. In the Ancient Barren World, Ye Futian had used the flaming statue to burn his arm.
Ye Futian's musical sorcery was very powerful, but was his specialty in fire?
Perhaps.
"Do it." A cultivator from the Donghua Clan said coldly. Many spells were released, sweeping towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
However, at that moment, the Solar Dharma behind Ye Futian lit up with terrifying flames. It was as if the light of the sun shone down directly, and many spells were burned to ashes in the air.
What was even more frightening was that there seemed to be ancient characters blooming within this Dharma Idol.
Fire, Blaze, Blaze!
Fire Will seemed to appear in the eyes of some low-level cultivators of the Donghua Clan. Ancient characters transformed into will and rushed into them directly. They screamed and closed their eyes in pain. Blood bloomed in their eyes.
At the same time, some people's bodies began to burn. The terrifying ancient characters seemed to have borrowed the power of will and directly rushed into their bodies.
Clattering sounds could be heard. Strong cultivators from the Donghua Clan who were good at water-elemental abilities released water spells that enveloped everyone's bodies. Ice descended, trying to extinguish the flames, but a few people were still injured.
"This …"
Everyone's hearts trembled. There were even Sixth-level Dharma Plane cultivators among the injured cultivators, yet they could not even withstand Ye Futian's Dharma Light?
Boom!
An even more ferocious flame aura was released. It was as if magma had appeared between heaven and earth, turning into a sea of fire. Ye Futian's body, which was bathed in endless flames, seemed to have been ignited with golden divine flames.
The light of Dharma was also like a divine flame. This was the Dharma that had merged with the Book of Flames from the Loulan Relic in the Ancient Barren World.
The frozen power of heaven and earth lit up with the light of divine flames. Then, the power of ice dissipated and turned into a sea of fire.
Ye Futian's body flashed, turning into an afterimage.
He was good at Noble Wills of various elements. Wind Will was naturally the same. He moved with the wind and was extremely fast.
A cultivator from the Donghua Clan felt threatened and retreated quickly. Then, the light of the Dharma enveloped his body, and the flames seemed to want to swallow him. Ye Futian slapped out with his palm, and the cultivator raised his hands to block. With a loud bang, the cultivator retreated quickly. Terrifying flames shone on his body, and the ancient flame characters were faintly discernible. His body began to burn.
"Be careful." An expert proficient in the power of water instantly appeared in front of him and used a water spell to freeze his body. If he didn't do this, he would be burned to death by the flames.
Sixth-level Dharma Plane cultivators who were two levels higher seemed to be unable to withstand a single blow from Ye Futian.
"Boom." With a loud bang, the giant bell blasted towards Ye Futian. An incomparably heavy force pressed down on his body. Yu Sheng stepped out, but he saw spells rolling towards him. Someone else was attacking him.
Ye Futian looked at the ancient bell that was coming at him. A moon appeared behind him.
The sun and moon alternated, and the cold and hot wills spread out at the same time, turning into a terrifying Yin and Yang vortex.
Ice and fire appeared on the ancient bell from time to time. Two different wills flowed on the surface of the ancient bell, and ancient characters were faintly discernible on the bell.
The expression of the cultivator who released the bell Dharma changed. He felt an extremely terrifying aura.
He moved his mind and wanted to take back the Dharma.
The light of the sun and moon poured down continuously, landing on the ancient bell Dharma. Gradually, the ancient bell froze and stopped. Crisp cracking sounds rang out, and cracks appeared.
"No …" A Seventh-level Dharma Plane cultivator from the Donghua Clan exclaimed. As soon as he finished speaking, cracking sounds rang out continuously. The Dharma shattered and collapsed. The Life Spirit that was integrated into the Dharma was also destroyed.
The cultivator from the Donghua Clan screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body fell from the sky.
"So powerful?" The surrounding people only felt their hearts tremble.
Ye Futian surpassed three levels and directly destroyed the Dharma of a Seventh-level Dharma Plane cultivator from the Donghua Clan. How powerful was that?
He directly crushed and destroyed the Dharma of a Seventh-level Dharma Plane cultivator from the Donghua Clan. He was extremely decisive.
Qin Li, the grandson of the king of Qin, questioned Ye Futian's combat ability, and Qin Mengruo also provoked him to attack.
Now, Qin Mengruo and the people from the Donghua Clan all saw it.
This was Ye Futian's combat ability.
The faces of the people from the Donghua Clan were as dark as could be. So many people surrounded him, but Ye Futian actually destroyed another person. How embarrassing.
Cultivators stepped out one after another. The high-level Dharma Plane cultivators from the Donghua Clan finally stopped watching and prepared to attack at the same time.
Seeing this, Yu Sheng directly put his hand on his back and took out the battle axe. He had been carrying the noble ritual implement on his back.
Noble will flowed into the ritual implement. Yu Sheng shouted angrily and hacked towards the cultivators from the Donghua Clan. The axe seemed to be able to split the sky into two, and the cultivators from the Donghua Clan all retreated.
Then, Yu Sheng's body moved. He rushed forward like a demon and waved the battle axe continuously. The power of every strike was comparable to the power of a top Dharma Plane cultivator.
Noble will was fused into the ritual implement. Together with Yu Sheng's own power, the power of the ritual implement was unimaginable.
Ye Futian did not look at Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng carried the noble ritual implement with him. He was very confident in Yu Sheng.
The Sun and Moon Dharma continued to release terrifying power and attacked the few cultivators from the Donghua Clan who had attacked earlier.
The surrounding people stared at the battlefield and their hearts trembled. The Donghua Clan could not even take down two Fourth-level Dharma Plane cultivators.
The Cottage was still the Cottage. It would probably be difficult for the Qin Dynasty and the Donghua Clan to break the legend of the Cottage.
Qian Shanmu raised his eyebrows slightly and a look of disappointment appeared on his face. Then, he took out his bamboo flute and blew into it.
As the sound of the flute spread out, invisible spiritual power directly went towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
In an instant, Ye Futian only felt a sharp sound piercing his eardrums and messing up his spiritual power. He could not even form the spell that he wanted to release.
He frowned and looked at Qian Shanmu, his eyes extremely cold.
Qian Shanmu was one of the two most monstrous geniuses of the Donghua Clan. He was known as the number one musical sorcerer among the young generation of the Eastern Barren Territory. Unexpectedly, he also chose to attack at this time.
An even more violent aura bloomed from Ye Futian's body. His Spiritual Energy resisted Qian Shanmu's musical attack. He took a step forward and did not use any spells. Instead, he directly slammed his palm towards a cultivator from the Donghua Clan. The giant palm that could melt everything flashed with the light of the ancient characters and collided with the cultivator. The cultivator from the Donghua Clan screamed in pain as his arms started to burn.
Seeing this, everyone's eyes narrowed. Was this a response to Qian Shanmu's attack?
The sound of the flute became hurried. At this moment, Ye Futian felt many green snakes appear and bite him directly. His spiritual power felt numb and piercing pain. It was extremely uncomfortable and his head felt like it was about to explode.
His powerful Spiritual Will fought against the rhythm, but the attacks of the rhythm were everywhere. There was no way to defend against it, and it kept drilling into his ears. The flame power on Ye Futian's body was dissipating, and he was frozen in the air. It was as if he was being controlled by the rhythm.
At this time, a cultivator from the Donghua Clan attacked him with a spell. With a loud bang, Ye Futian grunted. Even though his body was strong, he still could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
Ye Futian was suffering from both the physical and spiritual attacks.
Yu Sheng roared. He was also attacked by Qian Shanmu's rhythmic sorcery. At this time, an extremely frightening light appeared around his body, like the light of the demon god. A layer of barbed armor spread out from his body, gradually wrapping around his body and covering his body. It turned into the true Armor of the Demon God. The frightening demon wings were attached to the Armor of the Demon God, as if they were a perfect fit.
"This is …" Everyone looked at Yu Sheng in shock. His eyes were shining with a dark golden light, like the eyes of a demon. It was extremely demonic, and a terrifying airflow flowed around him.
At this moment, the noble battleaxe in his hand seemed to be completely activated. It was filled with shocking power.
Ignoring Qian Shanmu's rhythm, Yu Sheng slashed out with his axe. In an instant, a sky-splitting flash of the axe appeared in the space before him.
In an instant, blood bloomed in the air. Many cultivators screamed and quickly retreated.
Some lost their arms while others lost their Dharma.
Everyone trembled violently. Even with the help of the noble ritual implement, Yu Sheng was only in the Fourth-level Dharma Plane after all. He actually exploded with such shocking combat power. The axe still seemed to be chopping wood, but the cultivators from the Donghua Clan seemed to have become his firewood and were easily chopped.
Was it because Ye Futian was injured that he went berserk?
Qian Shanmu's eyes were finally no longer calm. When he attacked, several people from the Donghua Clan were actually injured. As a genius of the Donghua Clan, it was somewhat embarrassing.
At the moment, many figures whizzed over from the distance. The battle here had only erupted for a very short time, but the effects were rather tragic.
The first to arrive were the people from the Qin Dynasty and the Donghua Clan. Today, Qin Mengruo and Qian Shanmu would meet here. They were all very concerned and thus arrived the fastest.
However, when they arrived, they realized that this was not a guqin recital at all. More than half of the people from the Donghua Clan were actually injured. Many were disabled and some had lost their arms.
Seeing such a scene, one could imagine the anger of the cultivators from the Donghua Clan. His eyes were extremely cold as he glanced at Yu Sheng in the air who was holding the noble ritual implement. The battleaxe was still emitting a shocking brilliance.
How dare you behave so atrociously here!
"Bang."
A noble stepped out. In an instant, a shocking pressure enveloped Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng raised his head and stared at the figure. His eyes were still extremely cold.
At the moment, the noble was burning with anger. He raised his hand and slapped out. The terrifying palm print seemed to be able to crush everything. Yu Sheng roared angrily and raised the battleaxe in his hand to attack.
However, how could he stop a real noble?
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