It had been a long time since Ye Futian had left Xihua Sacred Mountain, but it was still very lively.
It was rare for all the saints of the Nine States to gather together, so there was naturally something to talk about, whether it was about the younger generation of the various holy lands, or some matters of cultivation. After all, at their level, only people of the Saint Plane could verify the way of cultivation with each other.
In addition, they also let the geniuses of the younger generation of the Nine States spar with each other. Of course, they were only sparring and did not hurt each other's feelings. A long time passed, and the atmosphere at the banquet was very harmonious.
Of course, there were also people who left. For example, Saint Xia did not stay for long and went straight back to the Summer State. The Moon Saint also left early with his people.
Saint Zhi naturally did not leave. He had formed an alliance with Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, so he chatted a little more. But it was getting late, so he was ready to leave.
But just as he was about to leave, his expression suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand and a jade scroll appeared there. A name was carved on it: Ge Feng.
His personal disciple, Ge Feng, was the leader of the Nine Warriors of Zhisheng Cliffs.
The spirit jade scroll was broken, which meant that he had died.
"Zhisheng Cliffs has been invaded." Saint Zhi's face instantly turned pale, and saintly might emanated from his body. It was extremely terrifying.
Ge Feng was cultivating in Zhisheng Cliffs, so it was impossible for anything to happen to him. Moreover, he was extremely powerful and had a divine implement in his hands. Now that he had died, there was no doubt that there was an extremely powerful existence invading Zhisheng Cliffs.
He immediately thought of the people of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State who had left first and said coldly, "The Holy Zhi Palace."
It seemed that he had been tricked.
Ye Futian had retreated in anger, as if he had been humiliated. Now it seemed that he had done it on purpose, but why did the people of the Holy Zhi Palace dare to attack Zhisheng Cliffs? He did not understand. Ye Futian's power was not enough to touch Zhisheng Cliffs, unless the Village Chief of Tombkeeper Village went on a killing spree. But were they not afraid that he would go to the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State and go on a killing spree?
"Saint Zhi." At this time, Saint Xihua called out. All the saints who had stayed there looked at Saint Zhi. They naturally knew that something had happened from the aura emanating from him.
Furthermore, it was something major that made Saint Zhi lose his composure.
The Glass Saint did not leave. She sat there quietly and looked at Saint Zhi with her bright eyes. Ye Futian had sent her a message before he left. She had always been curious about what Ye Futian would do. Now, seeing Saint Zhi's reaction, she had already guessed the answer.
"Zhisheng Cliffs was attacked." Saint Zhi looked up and an extremely cold aura burst from his body. Another broken jade scroll appeared in his palm. It was the third son of the Nine Warriors of Zhisheng Cliffs, who was also his direct disciple and an exceptional genius.
At Saint Zhi's side, Kong Yao and many others looked shocked and stood up. Their hearts trembled violently and their expressions changed.
"How could that be?" Qin Zhong's heart clenched when he heard what Saint Zhi said. Did he just bring people to Zhisheng Cliffs?
"I'll go first." Saint Zhi took to the air and left like a gust of wind. He did not even take Kong Yao and the other mighty ones from Zhisheng Cliffs with him.
If it was really the Chief of Tombkeeper Village who went on a killing spree, then bringing others with him would only be a burden. At this moment, his heart was extremely cold. He had to destroy the Holy Zhi Palace and raze it to the ground.
Other than a strong desire to kill, Saint Zhi felt a faint sense of fear. Would the number one holy land in Yu State be destroyed? He did not dare to think about it.
How could Ye Futian dare to do this? Did he not care about the lives of the people of the Holy Zhi Palace? How could he let the Chief of Tombkeeper Village go on a killing spree without any warning? Not even Emperor Xia would forgive him.
The Nine States were all part of Emperor Xia's Orthodoxy, and Emperor Xia was extremely disgusted with saints doing such things.
On Xihua Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua said to the Rain Saint and the others, "You stay here and guard Xihua Sacred Mountain. I'll go."
"I'll go as well." The Great Zhou Sacred King came forward. Their hearts were very cold at this moment, and they had the same guess as Saint Zhi. Otherwise, there would have been no other possibility. Other than the Chief going on a killing spree, Ye Futian's people were not enough in Zhisheng Cliffs.
Zhisheng Cliffs was a holy land, the strongest force in Yu State.
"Everyone, I'm afraid I can't continue to entertain you today. If anyone is willing to stay, Liu Zong and the others will take care of them. I'll be leaving first," Saint Xihua said to everyone, and then left with the Great Zhou Sacred King.
"We'll go with you." At this moment, one figure after another rose into the air, and all the saints went in the direction of Zhisheng Cliffs.
At this moment, they were thinking, the three holy lands announced that they would join forces. Would Ye Futian really do something so irrational?
If the Chief dared to go on a killing spree, the saints of the three holy lands would go to the Holy Zhi Palace, which was equivalent to digging their own graves. At that time, even Emperor Xia would not save them.
This was probably the situation that the Great Zhou Sacred King wanted to see.
The Glass Saint was also thinking, would Ye Futian be so impulsive? Her graceful figure stepped into the air, riding the clouds, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens.
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Hundreds of miles away from Zhisheng Cliffs in Yu State, above the sky, the sky was dyed the color of flames, covering the sky and covering the sun. The sky was filled with raging flames.
In the vast land below, countless people looked up at the sky and felt their hearts tremble violently. The might of the heavens.
At this moment, in the sky, a battle of saints was erupting. It was too terrifying, and they were actually witnessing a sacred battle with their own eyes.
The elder who controlled the flames of heaven and earth and set the sky ablaze with a single thought should be the Flame Saint of Zhisheng Cliffs, the holy land.
And standing before the Flame Saint was a figure that was hundreds of feet tall like a god. Which saint was that?
It was rumored that Douzhan of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State had become a saint through his physical body, and there was a grudge between Zhisheng Cliffs of Yu State and the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State. Was it him?
At this moment, the body that was as burly as a god was bathed in flames, and his body seemed to be burning red. However, he seemed to be unable to feel it. He stood there, and the might of the great path coursed around his body. His physical body had become a saint, and his body was the great path of rules.
Other than the two of them, in another direction in the void, there was an elder who was bathed in unparalleled might of the sword, holding the line. It was the Village Chief.
He did not interfere in the sacred battle. His first opponent to become a saint was the Great Zhou Sacred King, and he was naturally crushed. This battle was a good opportunity for him to familiarize himself with the battle of the lower Saint Plane. If he could not do it, then he would intervene.
With him there, there was no way the Flame Saint could escape. Whether it was in terms of attack or speed, he was far superior to the Flame Saint.
"Is the Holy Zhi Palace really going to kill us all?" The Flame Saint's voice sounded in the sky, and he said coldly, "When Saint Zhi is not here, you kill him. In the future, do you think Xihua Sacred Mountain, the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, and Saint Zhi will forgive you?"
"If we don't kill you and destroy Zhisheng Cliffs, will Saint Xihua, the Great Zhou Sacred King, and Saint Zhi not make a move?" The Village Chief said sarcastically. The lords of the three holy lands had already announced their alliance at Xihua Sacred Mountain, and it was obvious that they were here to destroy the Holy Zhi Palace. As long as there was a chance, they would not show mercy. Who knew, once they returned to the palace, they would face attacks from the three holy lands.
Under such circumstances, there was no problem with Ye Futian's decision. He first cut off part of the enemy's power, killing as many as he could, so that the opponents he had to face in the future would be weaker.
"Douzhan, let's get rid of him together. There's no time to waste," the Village Chief said. While they had gotten there faster than Saint Zhi, they were not that much faster. If Saint Zhi were to notice that they had left and returned to Zhisheng Cliffs soon after, they would not have had much time left.
Saint Zhi's powers were probably stronger than the rest.
"Very well." Douzhan nodded. He stepped out as soon as he finished, and the pressure of the great path descended. Towering power was born in the sky, pressing down on the enemy. He stepped out and threw a terrifying holy punch, and boundless flashes of the punch pierced the air in an instant.
The Flame Saint's eyes burned with flames, and magma giants appeared in front of him all of a sudden, blasting at the incoming flashes of the punch. At the same time, a firestorm was born in front of him, and the Ashen Fire swept out, burning all powers.
At that moment, the Flame Saint felt a strong sense of danger. The swords of the great path rained down from the sky. They were endless, and the entire place was covered in them.
The Village Chief also made his move.
The Flame Saint breathed boundless flames all over his body, and his expression was extremely grim. The Village Chief was already much more powerful than he was, and now that he was teaming up with Douzhan, how was he supposed to fight?
While he had a divine implement, it was not of a high level, and the amplification of power was limited.
It was just like how top-notch sage ritual implements were of limited use to top-notch archmages. Regular divine implements were the same to saints, unless they were higher-level divine implements that exceeded their own plane.
For someone like Douzhan, whose physical body had become saintly, his body was comparable to a regular divine implement.
Seeing the boundless sword aura raining down, the Flame Saint looked up at the sky. Boundless rules of the great path turned into a special pattern of flames, bursting with burning flames all of a sudden, covering the sky. The flames even went for the Village Chief's body.
When the swords fell, they disappeared in the pattern of flames.
Boom, boom, boom! The air shook violently. Douzhan stepped forward and opened his Seven Star acupoints, bringing his arm down on the Flame Saint. The Flame Saint was gathering his powers to block the Village Chief's attack. He felt rather hopeless when he sensed the power of Douzhan's attack.
He fluttered backward, intending to evade. However, powerful light shot at him, and holy light appeared in the sky. Patterns of sword matrices rained down, destroying his body.
The Flame Saint's body seemed to have been set ablaze. A terrifying screen of flames appeared with his body at the center. When the sword will fell and seeped into the screen, it would disappear bit by bit.
However, Douzhan seemed to be unable to feel the power of the flames. His arm broke through the screen of flames right away and went for the Flame Saint's body.
"Bang." Douzhan felt that his sacred body and arm were burned with a loud rumble, as if they were about to be burned to ashes. However, the terrifying power of the tremors sent the Flame Saint flying.
The Flame Saint used that power to turn around and flee right away. He had no desire to continue fighting.
The sword diagram continued to press down, and an extreme sense of danger loomed over him. A flash of the sword flashed like lightning at the very next moment, and the space seemed to have been cut open. The Flame Saint stopped where he was, and his eyes were filled with intense fear.
At that moment, the Village Chief and the Flame Saint had their backs to each other. It was as if the two of them had just brushed past each other.
The Flame Saint looked hopeless at the very next moment, and his body was torn apart right down the middle.
The Village Chief's body disappeared right away. Flashes of lightning and swords burst in the space. Very soon, the Flame Saint disappeared from the world completely. It was difficult for saints to die. As such, the Village Chief made the Flame Saint disappear completely, leaving no chance of survival for the other party.
The Saint of Zhisheng Cliffs had fallen.
"I, Saint Zhi, swear to kill everyone from the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State." A voice filled with murderous intent was heard on the way from Xihua Sacred Mountain to Zhisheng Cliffs, shocking the hearts of those from all holy lands!
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