Ye Futian naturally saw Saint Zhi and the others. If they had the chance in the imperial mausoleum during the Sacred War, they would not have minded cutting him down there.
For them, this was a rare opportunity.
He usually cultivated in the Holy Zhi Palace, and there were matrices carved there. It would be much more difficult for them to break in than in the imperial mausoleum.
The cultivators of the Barren State surrounded Ye Futian, obviously guarding against the cultivators of the three holy lands.
"Let's go." Ye Futian flashed and moved forward. Many puppets rushed towards them from the imperial mausoleum. The moment they stepped into the mausoleum, the puppets seemed to have come to life.
Qin Zhuang and the others led the way with their swords, and the space cracked. The puppets were cut in half, but Qin Zhuang said, "The imperial mausoleum is sealed by the perilous aura. It seems to be a space of its own, and the power of heaven and earth is cut off from the outside world."
Ye Futian nodded. He naturally felt it as well. The imperial mausoleum, which was filled with perilous aura, cut off the world and affected their strength. For cultivators, they relied on communicating and controlling the power of heaven and earth, resonating with it and exploding with overwhelming power. If they could not do that, they could only use the power within themselves. While it would still be powerful, it would not be able to withstand the wear and tear, and the power would be much weaker. Those who did not train in martial arts were even more affected, and their powerful spiritual powers were useless.
"Save your strength. Martial artists are good at attacking," Ye Futian said. Qin Zhuang and Yuan Hong opened the way, and their swords swept out. Yuan Hong's golden body trampled the air with extreme violence, pushing forward and destroying countless puppets.
At that moment, there were saints devouring the power of heaven and earth in a frenzy, like a giant whale, absorbing everything, causing a terrible storm of Spiritual Qi to appear in the imperial mausoleum, taking the Spiritual Qi sealed in the mausoleum as their own.
Obviously, these saints also realized that the imperial mausoleum would affect their performance.
Spiritual Qi rolled back in the imperial mausoleum, being absorbed by the saints in a frenzy, making the Spiritual Qi in the mausoleum thinner and thinner. Many people could not even feel the existence of Spiritual Qi, and it was difficult to use the power of heaven and earth. Many cultivators felt very uncomfortable.
Looking up at the golden air, the perilous aura flowed like iron chains across the river. It was like a sealing matrix, sealing the imperial mausoleum here.
Ye Futian felt a little depressed. It was a pity that his teacher was not here. Under these circumstances, his teacher, who had proven his way with his physical body, would have had a great advantage in the mausoleum.
"Bang." At that moment, Ye Futian's body was like lightning. He smashed a puppet with his fist and continued to rush forward, speeding through the imperial mausoleum.
It wasn't just him, all the experts were extremely fast and didn't stop in the slightest. The puppets couldn't stop them at all.
However, this puppet was getting stronger and stronger. In front of him, there was a terrifying will storm sweeping towards him.
Xia Qingyuan and the others were the fastest, and they had already rushed to a rectangular piece of flat ground in front of them. There was a golden staircase at the very front, which was 990 feet tall. A figure stood on the staircase. It was a huge puppet, holding a spear in its hand. Terrifying storms whipped up around it, sweeping towards the crowd. Terrifying illusions appeared between the sky and the earth. There was an army of puppets attacking the crowd, and there was a terrifying golden carriage rolling forward with irresistible force.
The giant puppet was like the general of an army.
Huang Xi looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He clenched his fists, and even with his cultivation, his eyes were red.
This was the cultivation method cultivated by the Sovereign Family. In the hands of their ancestors, it was so powerful that even if they were buried in the imperial mausoleum, this will would still reach the heavens, shocking the ages and immortal. Whether it was saints or sages, all would stop.
In front of them, Li Yao and the people he brought were all walking forward slowly. The middle-aged scholar beside him held a long knife in his hand, and a straight sword mark appeared in the void. However, he could not break through the monstrous will, and could only move forward step by step.
Ye Futian and the others naturally felt the terror of this martial will. Moreover, the stronger the cultivation, the stronger the will felt. Saints and sages were all blocked, and they slowly moved forward.
He felt the monstrous will and blocked Hua Jieyu behind him. He stepped forward, letting the monstrous martial will hit him, but he was still unmoved.
The puppet martial will crashed into him and continued to collapse.
Huang Jiuge walked beside him, releasing a similar martial will. He walked forward step by step, feeling his heart beating fast.
When would he be able to be like his ancestor, able to control thousands of troops with a single thought and suppress all sages?
"Bang." At that moment, a grunt was heard. Ye Futian felt his heart tremble. Someone behind him grunted. He turned around and saw a cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he stopped in his tracks.
This cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace was a sage of the Battle Sage Palace. He was very strong, and not far behind him, someone had attacked him.
The cultivator ranked ninth on the Sage and Saint Ranking was Kong Yao of Zhisheng Cliffs.
Kong Yao wore a divine implement as a protective gear, and terrible martial rule will was released from his body. While resisting the storm, every step he took was accompanied by supreme killing power. It was like a divine elephant trampling the earth. All the cultivators from the Barren State stopped, and their expressions were extremely cold.
Someone ranked ninth on the Sage Ranking was not to be trifled with. Back then, the Sword Saint had used the demonic blade to fight with him at his peak. Even today, if they were to fight one on one, Kong Yao was confident that no one could defeat him. In the imperial mausoleum, it was difficult for his opponent to form a matrix, so it was naturally the best time to attack.
Not only Kong Yao, but the three sages of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Nie Gai, all surrounded Ye Futian and the others, with murderous intent.
Other than that, Xihua Sacred Mountain had finally made a move.
Zhong Kui was ranked in the top 20 of the Sage and Saint Ranking. Li Daoqiu was extremely talented, and in Xihua Sacred Mountain, he was second only to Liu Zong.
Xihua Sacred Mountain used to have three sages, but the Rain Saint had become a saint in the Battle of Proving Holiness in the Upper Worlds. Xihua Sacred Mountain had three saints, and there was one more on the Saint Ranking, and one less on the Sage Ranking.
This was the first time that Xihua Sacred Mountain had made a move against the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State. They were no longer trying to hide it. Zhisheng Cliffs had been massacred by Ye Futian, which showed how ruthless he was. If they did not get rid of him, they would not be able to wait for him to rise again.
In the current situation, if they did not go all out, Ye Futian would probably already hate Xihua Sacred Mountain.
Six sages of the Sage and Saint Ranking of the Nine States had come at the same time, and there were other top figures as well. It was obvious that they had made up their minds. As soon as Ye Futian and the others entered the imperial mausoleum, they would destroy them in one fell swoop.
The people of the holy lands naturally saw the situation. The Moon Saint said, "Today, the princess has brought people to break into the imperial mausoleum. What are Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King trying to do?"
"You already know about the grudge between us, Princess. Let these juniors fight it out for a bit, and we'll just keep going," Saint Xihua said plainly. He continued to move forward in the storm, not looking at the battlefield behind him.
Xia Qingyuan did not look at him. She walked forward step by step. She did not care much about the grudge between the holy lands of the Nine States.
The Sword Saint, Qin Zhuang, Yuan Hong, and the other mighty ones all stopped and then walked back. In this space, everyone was already under great pressure, and they did not expect the other party to make a move at this time. Those who were slightly weaker would not have been able to fight under such circumstances. If they were attacked, it would have been a dead end.
As such, this time, Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King had used their top powers, and they wanted to finish the battle in one fell swoop.
Ye Futian's group was the absolute elite of the Holy Zhi Palace, and the top battle power of the sages were all here.
"Little brother, you continue forward," the Sword Saint said. The Sword Saint said. His blade had been unsheathed, and the demonic will was monstrous, sweeping through the sealed space. Beams of demonic light curled and rushed out, turning into terrible blade will, rushing towards those mighty ones. Besides him, Yang Xiao, Qin Zhuang, and other top figures stopped. Facing the top figures of Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, how could they not take it seriously?
"Where to?" More mighty ones came out. Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, the two holy lands, had many capable mighty ones.
"The three holy lands have joined forces against the Holy Zhi Palace. How generous of you all." The Moon Saint said plainly to Yue Jiangliu and the others. "You all stay and spar with the sages of Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty."
"Yes." Yue Jiangliu nodded. A group of mighty ones came out and also participated in the battle.
The mighty ones of the Yue clan had been assassinated in the Barren State, and the true culprit had not been found. As such, they would first join the fray and see.
"Thank you, senior," Ye Futian said to the Moon Saint. Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King did not look too good.
"The Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple is also a holy land of the Eastern State. You all go and spar as well," the Glass Saint said to the group. Glass Saint instructed the group of people. Suddenly, many cultivators from Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple stepped forward and joined in.
The Yue clan, the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, and the Holy Zhi Palace joined forces. For a moment, the three holy lands of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and the other holy lands had no advantage at all. After all, Zhisheng Cliffs only had Kong Yao left.
However, Jiang Yuechan, who was beside the Glass Saint, did not seem to have any intention of joining in. She still followed the Glass Saint closely.
"Thank you, sister Glass Saint," Ye Futian said with a smile. Now that they had the help of two holy lands, the power of their side was no less than that of the other side.
"Using demonic methods to forcibly increase your strength, I'd like to see how much stronger you are compared to back then." Kong Yao stepped out, and the Divine Elephant suppressed the ground. An invisible force pressed down on the Sword Saint.
The demonic might around the Sword Saint shot to the sky. He raised his demonic blade and a towering blade will burst out, cutting the shadow of the Divine Elephant in half.
"Big brother, seniors, be careful," Ye Futian said and continued forward. The map of the imperial mausoleum was in his mind, and they had not yet reached the actual center of the mausoleum. The Yue clan and the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple would not have much of a problem if they were to join in. He naturally could not fall behind those of other holy lands.
Ye Futian's body suddenly sped up, and he broke through the oppressive martial will. The shadow of the puppet flew out at an incredible speed.
The saints walked in front. The Great Zhou Sacred King looked at the Glass Saint beside him and said, "Glass, it has been so many years, and the position of Sacred King of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty has always been reserved for you. Why do you still take what happened in the past to heart and go against me?"
The Glass Saint still had a gentle smile on her face. She looked at the Great Zhou Sacred King, but her eyes were as cold as a blade. She said, "Zhou Zhiming, I will not be able to rest easy if you don't die."
The Great Zhou Sacred King looked at the most beautiful face in the Eastern State and said, "I built the Lapis Lazuli Palace in the palace, prepared for you."
The Glass Saint's eyes turned even colder, and the chill from her body was frightening. The people around them looked at the two saints, wondering if they were going to hide it anymore.
(End of Chapter)
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