Just as the bell rang and the Glass Saint and the Great Zhou Sacred King were both injured.
Saint Xihua turned into a shadow and charged at the Glass Saint, so fast that she had no time to react.
Jiang Yuechan, who caught hold of the Glass Saint's body, lashed out at Saint Xihua without hesitation. She had trained under the tutelage of the Glass Saint, so it was only natural that their powers were similar. The attack was bone-chilling, but when Saint Xihua's attack was about to land, the sword shattered inch by inch. The terrifying power of tremors lashed at her arm and body.
Blood bloomed, and Jiang Yuechan's arm exploded. She was sent flying along with the Glass Saint. Her green robe was stained with blood, and it was a shocking sight. However, her beautiful face did not waver at all.
"Yuechan." The Glass Saint's face was pale. Jiang Yuechan's injuries from that attack were far more severe than hers. If it had not been for the space shackling the powers of saints and the ringing of the bell, Jiang Yuechan would not have been able to survive the attack, given Saint Xihua's level of training.
"My lady, I'm fine." Jiang Yuechan looked at the Glass Saint, and her expression was as determined as ever. She did not call the Glass Saint master, but called her "my lady." She had followed the Glass Saint since she was a child and was the Glass Saint's personal concubine, accompanying the Glass Saint in her dowry. She did not expect to be sent to the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, watching her lady almost commit suicide to avoid being humiliated.
Later, she and her lady were saved by the previous lord of the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple and survived. However, her lady's family was destroyed, and her family was among them.
At that time, she made a blood oath that she would take revenge. As such, even though her talent was not that outstanding, she still made it to this day and entered the Sage and Saint Ranking.
She was willing to do anything to get her revenge.
When Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty joined forces to deal with the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State, she and her lady knew that the Great Zhou Sacred King was going to make a move against them.
Today's situation in the imperial mausoleum had only brought forward the battle. Those two figures who stood at the top of the Eastern State would sooner or later make a move against the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple.
"You wanted to block it," Saint Xihua said coldly. That did not count as him making a move against a sage.
Clang.
Another bell chime was heard, and the dazzling ancient bell spun, releasing terrifying light. The sound of the bell was like the sound of the Great Path, and it once again reverberated in everyone's minds. Everyone grunted, especially those of the Saint Plane, whose Divine Path was suppressed.
At the same time, where they stood, the light of the matrix was dazzling, as if resonating with the ancient light. This space gave birth to a pressure of the Great Path. Those of the Saint Plane frowned and felt the power of their bodies being suppressed, forcing them to walk down the Divine Path.
"Clang!" The sound of the bell continued to ring, and every sound of the bell blasted violently in the minds of the Saints. The cultivator next to Xia Qingyuan said, "Princess, our plane has been suppressed. We only have the comprehension of the Divine Path, and we are unable to wield the power of the Saint Plane."
A touch of coldness flashed between Xia Qingyuan's brows. She turned around and glanced at Ye Futian, but he said, "Princess, the puppets of the ancient hall are blocking the way, and the ancient bell is hanging in the sky. Under such circumstances, I can only guess. Now that the matrix has changed, there may be a chance."
As the sound of his voice faded, ancient paths appeared in front of the formation, leading to the ancient palace ahead. Powerful puppets appeared on the ancient paths.
"Did he guess correctly?" Many people looked at Ye Futian in surprise. Xia Qingyuan was also an extremely decisive person. She ignored the pressure of the Great Path that was falling down and walked directly toward the ancient path ahead. Since the path to the ancient hall had appeared, it must be the right one.
"Bang!"
Xia Qingyuan's attack landed on the puppet with a loud rumble, but the puppet did not shatter. She felt that the puppet seemed to have been born from the matrix's perception of her plane, but it was extremely sturdy and indestructible.
A terrible vortex suddenly appeared above her palm. When the attack of the puppet came, she raised her slender finger and pointed forward. In an instant, the terrible vortex shattered everything, and the body of the puppet exploded.
Xia Qingyuan continued to walk forward. The sound of the bell was still there, and the pressure of the Great Path fell, making her bear a great deal of pressure, but she still moved forward steadily and pushed open the door of the ancient hall. There, endless golden light bloomed, shining on the faces of everyone, and Huang Xi was overwhelmed with emotion.
According to the marks on the map, this was the place where scriptures were stored in the imperial mausoleum. There were probably many powerful methods here, and it could be a treasure trove.
With Xia Qingyuan taking the lead, everyone followed. The matrix continued to slow down, and puppets appeared one after another. The stronger the cultivator, the stronger the puppet in front of them, and the sound of the bell never stopped releasing the pressure of the Great Path. Saints were also suppressed, and they had to walk inside step by step.
"I'll go in and have a look. Follow him." Saint Ji transmitted his voice to Ji Ya, and he also walked forward. Most people from the holy lands of the Nine States, as well as cultivators from the Upper Worlds, wanted to go inside and have a look.
Huang Xi also had this impulse, but Ye Futian said to give up. He knew why Ye Futian did this. With so many cultivators here, if they went together, they would have no chance at all.
This ancient hall was a good bait.
At this time, the Glass Saint was still confronting Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King. Ye Futian observed the situation in front of him. This matrix was self-contained, but it was a pity that he could not use it. Although it could suppress the power of the Great Path, even so, it was impossible for sages to defeat the existence of the Saint Plane who had the comprehension of the Great Path, even if the other side's power of the Great Path was suppressed.
"Do it," Saint Xihua said, joining forces with the Great Zhou Sacred King and continuing to attack the Glass Saint.
Ye Futian found that it was not only Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King, but also many cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty did not go to the ancient hall, but were staring at him.
In addition, there was also Saint Zhi.
Saint Zhi probably hated him to the bone. From the beginning of entering the imperial mausoleum, he had been staring at him.
There were also some people who surprised Ye Futian. The people of the Hall of Holy Light, as well as many holy lands of the Nine States, had left people behind and did not enter the ancient hall.
Saint Ji had already stepped towards the ancient hall, but the cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light did not seem to see him. Instead, they were watching him. Among them were the two top geniuses of the Hall of Holy Light, Ji Ya and Ji Mo. There was also a very strong existence, and it was very likely that he was one of the other cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light ranked on the Sage Ranking.
As for the other cultivators, they were also the top figures of the various holy lands.
It seemed that this time, his opponents were not just the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and Xihua Sacred Mountain.
"You don't want to enter the ancient hall and have a look?" Ye Futian glanced at the cultivators in the matrix and said.
No one paid any attention to him. This scene made Ye Futian faintly feel that the two holy lands of the Eastern State had probably paid attention to the background of the imperial mausoleum and guessed some things. Not only them, but the other holy lands also vaguely knew something, but it was all just speculation.
In that case, he wanted to see if Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King were willing to give up on him.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said.
As his voice fell, he led the people of the Barren State to abandon the ancient hall, retreating and bypassing the matrix, continuing forward from another direction.
This formation was the only way to reach the ancient hall in front of them, but it did not stop them from moving forward.
As expected, as soon as they saw Ye Futian move, one figure after another broke through the air. Saint Xihua looked hesitant.
In the fight just now, he naturally knew the strength of Glass Saint. In a situation where all three of them were suppressed, it would be very difficult for the two of them to defeat Glass Saint in a short time.
"The imperial mausoleum is more important." Saint Xihua said to the Great Zhou Sacred King. He then gave up his attack on the Glass Saint and went after Ye Futian.
Since he had already confirmed that Ye Futian knew the secret of the Imperial Mausoleum, based on his understanding of Ye Futian, he was a ruthless character. If he gave up on the ancient temple, the true treasure of the Imperial Mausoleum would not be here.
He would keep a close eye on Ye Futian. Perhaps there were treasures in the ancient temple as well, but there would be no gains without giving up.
Ye Futian's group was extremely fast as they sprinted through the imperial mausoleum. The ancient palace had attracted many people, but they did not expect so many cultivators to follow them. This was troublesome.
They would soon reach the entrance of the Imperial Mausoleum's land of inheritance. They hoped that everything would go smoothly.
Finally, there was an extremely powerful pressure of the Great Path in front of them. They could vaguely see a huge statue towering into the sky.
Both Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King were moved. They looked solemn as they moved forward step by step.
Ye Futian gradually slowed down and looked at the shocking scene in front of him. Although he had seen the map of the Imperial Mausoleum in advance, he was still deeply shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.
This was a huge mausoleum. In front of the mausoleum was a stone wall, hundreds of feet high, across the Imperial Mausoleum.
On the huge stone wall, there were huge statues carved, vivid and lifelike. The person carved in each statue might have been a great figure when he was alive.
There were a total of 37 statues, 18 on the left and 18 on the right. In the middle, the statue was dazzling, and its eyes seemed to show the spirit of looking down on the world.
Everyone only felt that their breathing became rapid, and there was a suffocating pressure coming down. Even Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King felt their hearts beating at this time and found it difficult to breathe.
The statue in the middle was very likely the statue of Renhuang.
And on the left and right of the 36 statues, each statue contained a terrible will of the Great Path. Just by comprehending here, one could travel a thousand miles in a day and comprehend the Great Path.
"This is the real Imperial Mausoleum, the Tomb of Renhuang." Saint Xihua's heart was in turmoil as he stared at everything in front of him.
The Glass Saint's beautiful eyes were also staring forward. She entered the Imperial Mausoleum to obtain the treasures of the Imperial Mausoleum so that she could kill the Great Zhou Sacred King.
The Imperial Mausoleum was not complicated, and there were no killing matrices. It was very likely that the master of the Imperial Mausoleum had prepared it for his descendants to inherit it.
Then Ye Futian and the others should have a way to enter the real Imperial Mausoleum.
Saint Zhi stopped not far behind Ye Futian and kept his eyes on him. If there was a chance, he believed that he would definitely kill Ye Futian.
But Ye Futian seemed to not see it. His eyes were still fixed on the statue in front of him. He knew that behind this was the inheritance left by Renhuang, and this statue was the entrance.
But the premise was that he had to open it.
"Ye Futian, how do we get in?" Saint Xihua asked as he walked forward step by step. The pressure of the Great Path in the mausoleum statue came down on him, and Saint Xihua only felt that he was carrying the might of the Heavenly Path on his back.
But at this time, there was only greed in his heart.
The other cultivators also walked towards Ye Futian and the others. They all felt that they might be close to the real destination!
PS: The monthly votes have reached 30,000. I should have updated today, but I felt so weak today that I almost couldn't write this chapter. I had to postpone the update. Sorry!
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