Huang Xi's voice was like a clap of thunder. The hearts of everyone in front of the mausoleum trembled violently. They then saw the Saint of Xihua Sacred Mountain being sent flying to the ground with a palm. He spat up blood when he got up.
Saint Zhi, who had wanted to go forward, did not move when he saw this. He stared straight ahead.
Huang Xi's figure had been completely integrated into the statue on the stone wall. His flesh, bones, and even his will seemed to be completely integrated with the statue, as if he had turned into his ancestor Renhuang.
At the moment when Huang Xi's blood merged with the statue, he could clearly feel that the statue had been carved with Renhuang's blood essence. It was left by his ancestor, and it resonated with his blood, activating the will sealed in the statue. He could clearly feel the connection of blood, and the blood was the same as his, but it had not dried up or decayed for thousands of years. This was the power of his ancestor. Even a statue left behind thousands of years ago was enough to shock the saints.
He was a member of the Sovereign Family, and he was the true descendant of Renhuang.
To be able to feel the power of his ancestor in this life, he could die without regrets.
As for Jiuge and Ye Futian, it would depend on their luck. At least, he stood guard here and would not let other saints step inside.
He and Ye Futian had seen the map of the imperial mausoleum together and knew that the center of the ruins was inside. He hoped that his ancestor would protect Jiuge.
Ye Wuchen, Yu Sheng, Hua Jieyu, and the others did not continue fighting. They retreated to the statue. The people of the Holy Zhi Palace had come today to fight for the Sovereign Family. Now that Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge had entered and Huang Xi had sealed the imperial mausoleum, there was not much point in fighting here.
At this moment, the statue where Huang Xi was, the huge eye on the statue turned slowly and looked at Liu Zong.
"Get out." With a roar, the sky fell and the ground cracked. The statue trembled violently, and the power of Renhuang swept out. Liu Zong controlled the will of the divine path to resist, and at the same time, he quickly retreated away from the statue.
"Boom!" Another loud sound was heard, and Liu Zong's body was sent flying thousands of meters, then fell to the ground. He vomited blood and lay there. His spiritual will seemed to be shattered, and he was on his last breath.
Huang Xi's eyes continued to turn and look at the others. Suddenly, all of them flashed and retreated. No one dared to come close.
Huang Xi was only a sage, so he could naturally attack everyone. Moreover, he was very likely to be on the brink of death, so he had nothing to fear. If there was a chance, the Saints would still kill him.
He was afraid that they would not have the chance to enter.
More saints came from afar, and the first to arrive was Saint Ji. He knew that Ji Mo had been killed, so he left the ancient hall right away and rushed over. When he saw the scene before him, his face turned gloomy.
Extremely dazzling light burst between heaven and earth. His body seemed to have turned into light, making him look like a god. Despite being suppressed by the great path, at that moment, Saint Ji still burst with the peerless splendor of being ranked fifth on the Saint and Saint Ranking.
The endless light turned into a giant sword, swallowing and spitting brilliance, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Saint Ji stepped forward and slapped forward with his palm. In an instant, the sword split the sky, and a shadow of light pierced through the air, heading for the statue of Renhuang.
The statue's eyes were like those of Renhuang. Might of the heavens rained down, and the speed of the dazzling giant sword was suppressed. A pair of illusory hands appeared, which were the hands of Huang Xi. A Renhuang Sword burst with peerless brilliance, suppressing everything in the world, and slammed forward, colliding with the sword of light.
The sword of time was instantly pierced and shattered, and the giant sword continued forward, heading for Saint Ji.
However, Saint Ji was extremely fast. Despite being suppressed by the power of suppression, he disappeared from where he was with one step, reappearing in mid-air.
However, his expression was still extremely ugly. He was actually unable to do anything to a statue.
Even if it was left behind by Renhuang, a statue after a thousand years was nothing but a dead object. Even more dazzling light burst from his body, and he was fearless.
At that moment, the stone walls of the mausoleum shook madly, and the 36 statues shook at the same time. From the sky, the true might of heaven rained down on Saint Ji's body, causing him to frown. These dead objects were actually trying to suppress his divine path.
Many in front of the stone walls quickly retreated, not daring to get any closer in case they were caught in the crossfire.
Huang Xi's expression was extremely solemn. Before the statue, there seemed to be a mighty imperial might, and a boundless shadow appeared, as if the real Renhuang had been reborn.
Voom. A Renhuang Sword flashed and appeared. That was Huang Xi's Life Spirit, but at that moment, the sword seemed to have turned into the real Renhuang Sword, growing larger and larger. A terrible hurricane swept between heaven and earth, and the world was filled with killing intent.
The sword flew up into the sky and came to the top of the sealed space. The vast and endless space seemed to have been suppressed, and a destructive storm rained down from the sky. Saint Ji's expression was solemn, and he finally felt the pressure.
"Huang Xi of the Sovereign Family, I borrow the sword of my ancestor," Huang Xi roared. Huang Xi roared, and a shadow of Renhuang seemed to appear in the sky, holding the sacred Renhuang Sword in his hand. He pressed the sword down with both hands, and suddenly, the Renhuang Sword fell, as if Renhuang was controlling the sword, suppressing the ages.
He borrowed the sword of his ancestor.
As the sword fell, Saint Ji resisted madly, and a destructive storm of the Great Path swept up in the void. His clothes were torn, and he retreated.
The sword seemed to be unavoidable, and it suppressed the sky. With a loud noise, everyone saw Saint Ji, who was ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking, being sent flying and falling down powerlessly. His internal organs seemed to have been torn apart.
A murderous intent flashed in Huang Xi's eyes, and he once again borrowed the might of Renhuang, but at that moment, a figure flashed away like a beam of light, taking Saint Ji away and retreating into the distance. It was Ji Ya.
This scene made countless people tremble in fear.
Huang Xi of the Holy Zhi Palace was only at the peak of the Sage Plane, but today, he borrowed the sword of his ancestor Renhuang and almost killed Saint Ji, who was ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking of the Nine States.
The people of the Holy Zhi Palace looked solemn as they stared at Huang Xi.
They naturally felt that today's battle might be the last battle of Huang Xi's life, but to be able to have such a battle in his life was enough to be proud of.
In the distance, more saints came, but they could not shake Huang Xi.
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Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge stepped into the mausoleum. It was an empty world, not a real mausoleum. In this space, it was full of divine will.
The view here was extremely wide, and looking up ahead, Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge were deeply shaken.
There, there was a sacred body taller than the statue outside, as if it was not a statue, but a real body of flesh and blood. It was Renhuang.
Seeing that figure, they almost thought that it was a living Renhuang, and it could be passed off as the real one.
This Renhuang from thousands of years ago seemed to have traveled through time and space to stand there, giving off the real pressure of Renhuang.
This scene reminded Ye Futian of the statue of Emperor Ye Qing.
Back then, the last wisp of Emperor Ye Qing's will was in the statue in Qingzhou City, and it had been awakened because of him.
This Renhuang had a sword under his palms, shining all over, releasing peerless divine splendor, as if it had not been touched for tens of thousands of years.
At his side, there was also a bow. This bow was placed there quietly, not releasing a powerful aura.
But what level of ritual implement would the Renhuang have been?
Why did the Glass Saint rush into the imperial mausoleum at all costs? It was all for a chance.
At Xihua Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King had a marriage alliance, and Saint Zhi had also announced his participation. It seemed to be against Ye Futian, and she appeared calm, but who knew what she was thinking?
At that time, she knew that between her and the Great Zhou Sacred King, only one could survive in this Sacred War.
As such, before the Sacred War had broken out and before the Great Zhou Sacred King had targeted the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, she had asked Yue Chan to keep an eye on the Holy Zhi Palace. Jiang Yuechan had always been in Zhongzhou City, where the Holy Zhi Palace was located.
As such, she did not blame the servant girl who had followed her for many years after learning of the death of the Yue clan cultivators. Jiang Yuechan could be said to be her servant girl, her disciple, and also her sister.
She knew that everything Yue Chan did was for her sake.
At that moment, Ye Futian looked down at the statue and saw two figures, each taking a side, sitting there quietly, their auras fluctuating.
These two people were the Glass Saint and the Great Zhou Sacred King, who had entered the mausoleum first. They seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
Both of them had dealt extremely powerful blows to each other before, and the Glass Saint's Love Destroyer had even pierced into the Great Zhou Sacred King's body. Even if they were saints, it was impossible for them to ignore the injuries caused by people of the same plane. As such, they had been fighting with injuries after that.
After rushing into the imperial mausoleum and seeing the scene before them, it was naturally another great battle. In that extremely short period of time, the two of them had experienced a terrifying battle of life and death.
However, at that moment, they just sat there quietly.
Ye Futian looked at the two figures before him and walked forward. Even though he felt that both of them had suffered serious injuries, he still did not dare to let his guard down. These were two saints, after all.
There was a qualitative difference between saints and sages, and the gap was too great. Even though he had borrowed the might of the divine path from the statue, he was still unable to withstand Saint Xihua's attacks. That was the gap between them.
"The Renhuang ruins are just ahead. Why don't you two go and take it?" Ye Futian looked at the two of them and asked, "Sister Glass Saint, are you injured?"
His voice was rather cold, and it was apparent that he was very displeased with what the Glass Saint had done.
When he saw Jiang Yuechan and felt her aura, he had a vague guess. Everything that happened later proved his guess to be correct. It was a pity that he had been too careless.
However, under those circumstances, he had no choice but to join forces with the Glass Saint. After all, on their side, only the Glass Saint could stop Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King, and there was still Saint Zhi.
The Glass Saint turned her eyes and looked at Ye Futian. At that moment, Ye Futian saw that there was a demonic light in her beautiful eyes, as if there was a terrifying red glow, which made her look even more eerie!
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