A strange situation appeared on the battlefield. With Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu working together, the battle seemed to have come to a standstill. The four cultivators were in trouble even before Yu Sheng made a move.
They seemed to have fallen into an extremely awkward situation. Their attacks could not break through their opponent's defense, and the sound of the guqin was constantly affecting them.
Before, Ye Futian's playing of the Divine Requiem was not enough to pose a threat to them. After all, his level was still low. But now, Hua Jieyu was playing with her powerful will, and her will was connected to Ye Futian's. She could perfectly play the artistic conception of the Divine Requiem. Moreover, Ye Futian had given her the divine guqin, Yearning.
How strong was this will? In just a short moment, the vast and endless void seemed to be shrouded by a sense of sadness. The cultivators of Heavenly Mandate City below were looking up at the sky to watch the battle, but at this moment, they also felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.
Across the endless void, the sound of the guqin actually fell into the ground, into Heavenly Mandate City. Although the Rhythm that reached there was already a very weak part, it still caused countless cultivators to fall into that sorrowful artistic conception. Many people even began to cry involuntarily.
In the middle of the battlefield, the four cultivators of the Ancient God Clan were directly eroded by the artistic conception of the guqin. One could imagine the kind of pressure they were under. When they were attacked by Ye Futian, their emotions had already changed involuntarily. Images began to appear in their minds, and their emotions were gradually being affected.
They felt a sense of sorrow from the bottom of their hearts. This sorrow seemed to come from the inside out, from the bottom of their hearts, from their spiritual souls. They could not help but recall those memories that had long been sealed away by them.
They could clearly feel that their control over the Great Path of Heaven and Earth around them was weakening.
Ye Futian saw their changes, and he also knew how powerful the Divine Requiem was. Although this kind of power was invisible, and he could not see the direct destructive power, the strength of Hua Jieyu's telekinesis combined with the divine guqin was enough to make them fall into it. It was only a matter of time.
Ye Futian's outstretched hand continued to pluck the strings of the guqin. The dancing notes struck directly at the other's soul, shaking it. Although it was not enough to injure the other, it was still weakening the other's will bit by bit until it collapsed and was controlled by the will of sorrow.
They stepped forward, and an even more terrifying aura bloomed from them. Under the divine light, the illusion of Haotian the Great behind Hua Junmo pressed down once again, blasting out a destructive Haotian Divine Seal. However, the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture all sensed a trace of abnormality.
"It seems like Hua Junmo has been affected," someone said in a low voice.
"Yes, with the Divine Requiem, how could it not be affected? This Clear Sky Seal is somewhat rushed. It no longer has the aura from before." The eyesight of those peak experts was extremely terrifying. With a single glance, they could determine the level of the attack's power and the mental state of the person who released it.
Ye Futian was unmoved. As he plucked the strings of the guqin, monstrous Sword Will gathered. Countless divine swords went against the momentum and collided with the Divine Seal in that terrifying storm. A terrible rumbling sound came out, and the Divine Seal shook and cracked bit by bit. The swords turned into a storm and surged madly until they pierced through the Clear Sky Seal, causing it to explode completely.
Hua Jieyu played the Divine Requiem, while Ye Futian could control and release it freely. Under the cooperation of the two, it seemed that the four top figures of the Divine Prefecture could only passively endure.
"The combination of the Divine Guqin and the Divine Tune is indeed powerful. This guqin is a relic of Shenyin the Great, and the soul of the Great Emperor has been integrated into it. It can also be considered a 'Great Emperor Divine Weapon,'" Wang Mian said. He then looked at the other three. "If this is all you can do, I'm afraid that you will still not see anything. You might even be defeated here under the sound of the guqin."
Hua Junmo, Pei Sheng, and Jiang Qingfeng naturally realized this. They looked at the two who were playing the guqin. They saw Ye Futian's silver hair dancing in the wind, and Hua Jieyu sitting cross-legged, playing with great concentration. If this scene was not on the battlefield, it would be extremely beautiful, like a painting.
Boom!
Beams of divine light drowned and covered their bodies, and their eyes seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation again.
They were still getting stronger. The aura of each of the Four Lightweights was becoming more terrifying, and their willpower was also becoming stronger, resisting the will of the Divine Tune.
"Is he going to reveal his trump card before the true battle has even begun?" Someone said in a low voice.
"It's not that they don't want to fight, but under the sound of the guqin, they are all greatly affected. Even if they fight, they are controlled, and the weakening of their control over the Great Path is fatal. They can't break through Ye Futian's line of defense. If they continue to be immersed in it, it will only get worse.
"Under the blessing of divine power, their willpower will inevitably become stronger. Instead of wasting time and gradually falling into a disadvantage, it is better to fight directly." Many people were able to see more clearly. If they continued to fight with Ye Futian under such circumstances, the weakening of their powers would definitely affect the outcome of the battle, making them increasingly weaker.
Under the cover of the halo of divine power, Hua Junmo was undergoing some kind of transformation. The face of a god appeared in the sky, and Hua Junmo's body flashed as he took to the air. Then, terrifying aura penetrated his body and entered it. As the power grew stronger, Hua Junmo's body seemed to have turned into a god himself. He was Haotian the Great descending into the world, suppressing this part of the world with his might.
After that, Pei Sheng of the Wuliang Mountain and Jiang Qingfeng of the Jiang Clan of the ancient royal family also underwent some kind of transformation. Under the surrounding divine light, all of them looked like gods.
Wang Mian's body floated high above the sky, and the golden divine light shrouded the boundless void. Then, the light released from his body seemed to be able to devour the infinite power between heaven and earth. He reached out to the sky, and suddenly, a divine brilliance that pierced through the heavens appeared in his palm. There, there was a golden divine spear that seemed to be the sharpest divine weapon in the world. At the same time, the entire Great Path of heaven and earth seemed to be refined by it. At this time, above Wang Mian's head, many storm matrix diagrams appeared in the sky.
Boom … Beams of destructive golden divine light fell, and terrifying cracks appeared in the space. It was no longer the same as the previous attacks, and the difference in power was too great.
"Hand over the body of Shenjia the Great Emperor now, and I can still let you go." Wang Mian lowered his head and looked down at Ye Futian. His voice was still cold and arrogant. It was as if he was the judge of this space.
Ye Futian smiled sarcastically and said, "What you have, I don't?"
At the same time, Yu Sheng saw the cultivator in the void, and a shocking demonic might erupted from his body. Then, from his body, divine items flew out, and in an instant, the monstrous demonic will soared into the sky!
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