Ye Futian ignored Saint Xihua and continued to stare at the mausoleum statues that emanated the might of the Great Path.
The might of the Great Path that emanated from each statue was different. There were swordsmanship, the way of power, the way of five elements, the way of destruction, and so on. All kinds of might of the Great Path permeated at the same time and descended upon his body. It was like the Heavenly Path, and the might was so powerful that it almost crushed people.
Moreover, the more powerful one's cultivation was, the stronger the might of heaven that they might feel. For example, Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King were the same as him. Although they all stood proudly, only they themselves knew the pressure they felt.
Saint Xihua's expression was cold, and Ye Futian ignored him.
"Everyone, this mausoleum is very likely to be the mausoleum of Renhuang. I think you all know something about it, and that's why you followed him. Only they know the secret of the entrance. If we don't take it now, I'm afraid it will be too late." Saint Xihua said, "Moreover, when the others come back to their senses and come here, there will be nothing left for you to do."
Xia Qingyuan and the others were all attracted by the palace in front of them. If the Little Princess came, no matter how they looked at it, they would not have a share.
At this moment, a figure stepped forward. The man was tall and slender, dressed in white, with patterns of holy light engraved on his body. His narrow eyes gave off a sense of sharpness at a glance.
His body turned into a shadow, like a beam of light, heading straight for Ye Futian.
The second on the Sage and Saint Ranking of the Nine States, the top genius of the Hall of Holy Light, Ji Ya.
A sword was born, and light illuminated the world. It was as if the sky was being split open. The sword of holy light was fast and sharp, and it arrived in an instant.
Ye Futian stood there without moving. Several figures appeared behind him at the same time. Huang Xi and Yu Sheng both moved forward to block Ye Futian's back and attacked Ji Ya.
"Bang."
With a loud noise, Huang Xi's clothes were torn, and several holes appeared. Yu Sheng struck out with the divine implement, the Battle Axe of Judgment, but he was unable to block the power of the sword. Several bloody holes appeared on his burly body, and there was a terrible sword will raging inside.
Ji Ya was known as the Second Saint and ranked second on the Sage Ranking. Below the Saint Plane, there was only one person in the Nine States who was above him. One could imagine how powerful he was. The Sword of Light in his hand was also a divine implement.
Saint Ji ordered Ji Ya to stare at Ye Futian and the others, never doubting Ji Ya's strength at all. Not to mention these people in front of him, even if those who had been stopped by Kong Yao and the others were here, they would not have been able to stop Ji Ya.
"Where's the entrance?" Ji Ya held his sword in his hand and his narrow eyes stared straight ahead. All the mighty ones from the Holy Zhi Palace stared at him. At that moment, it was not only Ji Ya, but other mighty ones also surrounded him.
Ye Futian still did not turn around. His eyes were still fixed on one of the statues. A powerful will of the Great Path swept toward him. He seemed to have merged with it and felt the Great Path within.
At that moment, Yu Sheng stepped forward and came in front of Ji Ya. A violent demonic might surrounded him, and the wounds on his body rapidly healed. With his body as the center, a demonic storm swept up in the space. Crisp sounds came from his body, and he continued to expand, becoming even more burly and violent. A demonic shadow flashed and appeared. His eyes were like demonic pupils.
"Bang."
There was a loud noise as Yu Sheng stepped forward. Ji Ya frowned. He actually felt a threat from Yu Sheng. Moreover, he clearly sensed that Yu Sheng's aura was rapidly rising, and he had actually entered the Archmage level.
His eyes were extremely sharp as he stared at Yu Sheng's demonic eyes. He seemed to have seen a demon god who ruled over the nine heavens and ten earths. That one look was enough to make all living beings bow at his feet.
There was another loud noise. Yu Sheng continued to step forward, and with every step, the pressure grew stronger. It was as if the entire world was going to be under his control.
The holy sword in Ji Ya's hand floated in front of him. His hands spun with the holy sword as the center, and suddenly a pattern of holy light appeared in front of him. Incomparably brilliant holy light and sword will merged into one, and the pattern swallowed and spat out a terrible sword of light. Beams of light shot out, but they contained unparalleled sharpness. Just one look at them would have made one feel as if they were going to be blinded, and it was evident how terrifying the rules were.
This endless light was all aimed at Yu Sheng's body. If it had pierced through someone else's body, it would have been enough to leave their flesh and blood riddled with holes, reducing them to dust.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, but Yu Sheng did not dodge. He continued to step forward, and suddenly, many Buddhas appeared around him, and golden light shone brightly.
The Buddhas were still flowing with a dark golden luster, revealing a murderous and ferocious intent. The Buddha and the Devil were one, and they were like the Buddha's King of Slaughter.
The extremely brilliant sword will of holy light arrived in an instant.
Clang …
A clear sound was heard, echoing between heaven and earth. Endless swords of holy light pierced the golden light screen, and the two forces fought in a frenzy. The sword will was endless, wanting to pierce through the light screen, but the dark golden light actually devoured the sword will bit by bit, merging it into the light screen.
Ji Ya's expression was cold. His sword will of light was so powerful that it seemed endless, but it could not pierce through Yu Sheng's defense.
This person seemed to have used a secret method to stimulate his potential, causing his power to transform, and was actually able to block him.
Ji Ya stretched out his hand and grabbed the holy sword. A beam of light flashed past, and Yu Sheng did not hesitate to strike with the axe. The axe split the sky, as if to cut a crack in the void.
The sword light also exploded at this moment, and like the Battleaxe of Judgment, it drew a terrible arc in the void. The space there seemed to explode, and a terrible storm of destruction appeared. Ji Ya was forced back again, and his body floated in the air.
All the surrounding cultivators looked surprised. Yu Sheng of the Holy Zhi Palace could actually fight with Ji Ya, who was second on the Sage Ranking and had the title of Second Saint?
At this time, other cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light also walked towards Ye Futian, including Ji Mo and another cultivator of the Sage and Saint Ranking, Ji Mu.
Huang Xi wanted to make a move, but he heard Ye Futian say to him telepathically, "Uncle, the entrance is at the statue of Renhuang in the middle, and I can't resonate with it. If I'm not wrong, I'm afraid that only descendants of the royal bloodline have a chance. Don't participate in the battle."
The ancestors of the royal family had left behind the imperial mausoleum, and the map of the imperial mausoleum had been passed down from generation to generation. Naturally, it was left for future generations. He had even tried to use the will of the emperor to activate the statue of Renhuang in the middle, but it had been useless.
Therefore, he told Huang Xi not to hurry up. They did not have too many chances. The cultivators of the Upper and Lower Worlds were all here, and there was also Princess Xia Qingyuan. Although there were still a few saints here, they were already very few.
This kind of opportunity was fleeting.
Huang Xi nodded. He walked under the statue in the middle, and a supreme might descended upon him. At this moment, there was only solemnity in Huang Xi's eyes, and even a bit of piety. Was this his ancestor of the royal family?
He did not know what had happened a thousand years ago. It was too long ago, but the royal family had fallen to this point, and there was not even a saint. He had even forgotten his identity as a descendant of Renhuang, thinking that it was fake. How ironic it was.
Now, the inheritance of his ancestors had appeared here, and he was willing to pay any price to continue the true bloodline of Renhuang.
"Uncle, the inheritance is nothing more than a life spirit and bloodline. Try to see if you can communicate with the statue of Renhuang," Ye Futian said in front of the statue next to Huang Xi. He was able to communicate with the will of the other statues, but he could not communicate with the statue of Renhuang. So, it could only be done by a member of the Sovereign Family.
The most direct proof of the inheritance of Renhuang was the life spirit and bloodline.
Huang Xi nodded and released his life spirit. A brilliant light shone, and he no longer tried to hide it.
He naturally understood what Ye Futian meant. In this situation, he was ready to stake everything on one throw. There was no other way.
"It's useless."
Huang Xi saw that the statue of Renhuang did not respond, and his expression became even more serious. He walked forward step by step, stretched out his hand, and cut his finger. A drop of blood appeared. Huang Xi stretched out his finger, and suddenly a line of blood flew out, falling on the lines on the body of the statue.
The blood flowed along the lines of the statue and disappeared, as if it was absorbed by the statue. At this moment, Huang Xi clearly felt that the statue seemed to have a glimmer of life, and the might was a bit stronger.
"There is hope." Huang Xi's heart pounded. On his finger, the line of blood flew quickly to the statue, not at all stingy with his own blood. Gradually, lines lit up, and above the statue, a brilliant light was released, as if Renhuang had been revived.
How could the people present not understand when they saw this scene? Suddenly, one figure after another broke through the air, heading straight for Huang Xi's body.
Among them, two figures were the fastest, and they were the two cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light who had the rule power of light.
Hua Jieyu took a step forward, and suddenly Ji Mo's body stopped. He felt that his spiritual will was being enveloped by an invisible force. He raised his head and stared at Hua Jieyu, and saw that there was a wisp of saintly might on her body.
Ji Mo's speed was also extremely fast. However, at this moment, another dazzling sword slashed down. Ji Mo's body instantly twisted to the side to avoid this sword. However, when he felt that the sword light had already passed him, a splashing sound rang out, and blood spurted out. Ji Mo was stunned. He lowered his head to look at his left arm. One of his arms had been chopped off.
His face instantly became extremely ferocious. He raised his head and looked at the person who had cut off his arm. It was Ye Wuchen, a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace who had gone to the trial with him with Xia Qingyuan.
Ye Wuchen's plane was lower than his, but he had cut off his arm in an instant.
His cold eyes stared forward, and Ye Wuchen stood in front of a statue. His Life Spirit bloomed, and it was a silver sword, humming. Within this sword, there was a faint suffocating will of the sword.
What was more frightening was that this will of the sword seemed to have resonated with the statue. The statue itself was filled with the pressure of the sword, and at this moment, this pressure of the sword seemed to have become one with the sword of his Life Spirit, enveloping Ji Mo and cutting off his arm with one strike.
"The imperial mausoleum is the tomb of the ancestors of the Holy Zhi Palace's royal family, and it should be inherited by the royal family. If you want to force your way in, don't blame me for not showing mercy." Ye Futian also stood in front of a statue, looking at the cultivators who had surrounded him.
(End of this chapter)
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