In the Holy Sage Pavilion, Saint Xia and Saint Li, who were playing chess, looked surprised. They turned to look at the woman in the air.
"What a stunning girl," Saint Xia said. "It seems to be a Buddhist technique. Although she is dressed in plain clothes, her beauty cannot be hidden. The Barren State is really surprising."
"Is she here to help again?" Saint Li also asked. In today's battle, many of the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State had unleashed their terrifying potential, but they were still at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers. If it was only the Hall of Holy Light, Xihua Sacred Mountain, and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, they could still handle it. After all, the cultivators of the Yue clan had joined in, but there were also the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean. Such a powerful lineup was enough to drown the Holy Zhi Palace.
The woman who came was one of the three great beauties of the Eastern Barren Territory, Hua Qingqing. She had a tragic fate and had entered the Buddhist path to cultivate under Zen Master Qingdeng of the Barren State. Many years ago, during the battle of the Holy Zhi Palace, she had turned into a lotus lamp, strengthening Ye Futian's spiritual will and playing the Ukiyo Song.
This time, Zen Master Qingdeng was not with her. Hua Qingqing came alone. She was barefoot, and her feet were as flawless as white jade. Lotuses bloomed with each step, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Some people on the battlefield were even distracted by looking at her.
Hua Qingqing's eyes were clear, pure, and flawless. Her body lit up with flawless light, illuminating the world. Lotus petals bloomed, and the light of Buddha shone. Her body seemed to burn in the light, turning into a lotus lamp. Her graceful figure was reflected in the wick, and endless light of Buddha radiated out toward the battlefield.
Soon, figures lit up one by one, illuminated by the lamp.
The lotus lamp grew brighter and brighter, and gradually, the bodies of the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace on the battlefield were lit up. There seemed to be light imprinted on their foreheads, as if the light of Buddha was truly illuminating the world.
When the Sacred War broke out, every force wore clothes embroidered with symbols that symbolized their identity as a holy land. Otherwise, in a Sacred War of this scale, once it became chaotic, it would be difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, so Hua Qingqing easily found all the people of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Soon, the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace felt that their spiritual will seemed to be strengthened, resonating with the world. Not only that, but they also seemed to be able to sense where all the Holy Zhi Palace disciples were and what was happening.
"The Buddhist Lotus Sarira Lamp?" Saint Xia had a strange look in his eyes. This ability was simply amazing. It connected all the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace and allowed them to clearly see the situation of the battlefield, allowing them to reinforce and avoid danger at any time. Moreover, their own strength had also increased a little. Although it was not obvious, but when put in the context of the entire battlefield, everyone's strength had increased a little, and the effect was terrifying.
"A lamp before the Buddha illuminates the path of all living beings," Saint Li murmured. He was also very surprised. Just who was this stunning girl?
Ye Futian naturally felt Hua Qingqing's arrival. He also felt that mysterious power. The entire battlefield appeared clearly in his mind. It was as if they had the perspective of Hua Qingqing's Buddhist lamp.
The Halberd of Time and Space slashed forward, and several more cultivators were killed. Ye Futian turned around and looked at Hua Qingqing. He felt a faint warmth in his heart. Last time, she had also appeared to help him when he was in trouble.
Ye Futian saw that the battle with the Endless Ocean did not seem to be going well. With the addition of the mighty ones from the Yue Clan and the Vajra Region, the battlefield was able to hold on.
His figure flashed, and he turned around to attack in another direction, as fast as lightning.
No one could block Ye Futian's way. Seeing him cross the void to attack, suddenly, mighty cultivators from the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean surrounded Ye Futian.
There were cultivators from the Ocean King Palace riding the Kunpeng, sweeping everything in their path as they rushed towards Ye Futian. However, Ye Futian glanced at the Kunpeng, and suddenly the Kunpeng let out a violent roar. Its huge body trembled wildly, and it actually wanted to throw the person on its back off.
"What's going on?" The cultivator riding the Kunpeng was a very famous figure from the Ocean King Palace. He was extremely powerful, and he rode the Kunpeng as a mount. But when the Kunpeng saw Ye Futian coming, it became agitated. The cultivator's beast taming skills were extremely good, and he could feel the Kunpeng's emotions.
The roar became stronger and stronger, and a terrible storm shot out of Ye Futian's eyes. It penetrated the Kunpeng's huge eyes, and his spiritual will directly branded down. The Kunpeng threw the cultivator on its back off, and then turned around to attack the cultivators from the Ocean King Palace. It directly killed more than ten people, and blood rained down.
"Evil beast." A Sea God's Halberd fell from the sky and directly pierced the Kunpeng's head, causing the Kunpeng to let out a mournful cry, and its huge body fell from the sky. But at that moment, an extreme sense of danger descended. The top figure from the Ocean King Palace raised his head and felt as if his body had been imprisoned. With a squelch, the Halberd of Time and Space directly pierced through, and his body shattered and exploded. Ye Futian directly attacked behind him.
There were also many demonic beasts from the Holy Zhi Palace who participated in the battle, but even so, it was still far from enough. Many of the demonic beasts who participated in the battle were slaughtered.
"The Halberd of Time and Space." The cultivators of the Endless Ocean had a special feeling for the Halberd of Time and Space. It was a treasure passed down from the lost ruins of the Endless Ocean. It was once the treasure of the ruler of the Endless Ocean, and now it was in the hands of Ye Futian.
More cultivators rushed in Ye Futian's direction, and countless attacks blasted through the air, trying to bury Ye Futian in the endless attacks.
Behind Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng, the Sword Saint, Huang Jiuge, Qin Zhuang, Yun Shang, and the others followed closely. They had followed him all the way from the battlefield, and no one knew how many cultivators had fallen at their hands.
The battlefield became disorderly and chaotic. Up and down the Holy Zhi Palace, destructive currents raged wildly, and cultivators continued to die.
The battlefield that surrounded Ye Futian was the most brutal. Whether it was Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, the Sword Saint, or Qin Zhuang, they were all very good at killing, and they were invincible. Even battle matrices were constantly broken by them, and the cultivators of the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean suffered heavy casualties.
At that moment, there were several leaders on the battlefield who glanced at Ye Futian. They saw him holding the Halberd of Time and Space in his hand, and no one could stop him.
Ao Feng of the Ocean King Palace was a cultivator ranked on the Sage Ranking, and he was ranked 17th on the Sage Ranking. His ranking was very high, and his strength was also extremely strong. He stared at Ye Futian and said, "With Ye Futian's strength and the people guarding him, to take them down and take the Halberd of Time and Space, I don't know how many cultivators of the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean will die."
"What do you think?" asked a cultivator ranked on the Sage Ranking from the North Deep.
"There." Ao Feng pointed in a direction, where there were two cultivators fighting, a man and a woman. The man wore a black robe, and his body released poisonous gas. Every palm print contained extremely strong poison spells, and even people of the Sage level would die in an instant. His temperament was so cold that it made people tremble.
The woman beside him had the opposite temperament. She was like a fairy, and there were countless colorful butterflies flying around her. But these butterflies were killer butterflies, and their wings were sharper than swords and knives. As a disciple of Saint Jiang, Little Butterfly naturally could not only cultivate in the art of saving people. She was also skilled in the art of killing, otherwise she would not even know how she died when she encountered an enemy.
"Two disciples of Saint Jiang, Xu Chehan and Goddess Die. Take them down and force Ye Futian to hand over the Halberd of Time and Space. If he really is as loyal as the rumors say and is willing to give the inheritance of Renhuang to his brother, then the Halberd of Time and Space is nothing, right?" Ao Feng's eyes were cold as he said, "Even if he is not willing to hand them over, Xu Chehan and Goddess Die will bear a grudge against him, and maybe they will turn against him. No matter how you look at it, there is no harm."
"Very well." The cultivator of the North Deep glanced at Little Butterfly and licked his lips. "Such a beautiful girl should be taken for dual cultivation."
"You'd better give up, and you can only take the two of them down, not kill them. Otherwise, you will not even know how you die," Ao Feng advised.
"I know." The cultivator of the North Deep was just saying it. Saint Jiang only had two disciples, and they were ranked twelfth on the Saint Ranking. Not to mention them, even the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean could not afford to offend them. If Saint Jiang had a grudge against them, they would be in trouble.
"Do it," Ao Feng said. Suddenly, his body swooped down. Many figures rushed towards the battlefield where Little Butterfly was, and these people who swooped down were all very strong.
Xu Chehan had been protecting Little Butterfly by her side. At this time, when he looked up and saw this scene, his face suddenly became a little embarrassed. Before, they had been fighting together with the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace, but as the battle broke out, the cultivators had long been scattered.
"Such a beautiful girl is suitable to be taken as a furnace for dual cultivation." A cold voice was extremely harsh, and then a hand reached out towards Little Butterfly. A terrible devouring power swept out, and those flying sharp butterflies were directly swallowed into the vortex.
A figure appeared in front of Little Butterfly, and it was Xu Chehan. He actually followed the devouring power up, letting the vortex in the other's palm suck him in. Terrible poisonous fog erupted around Xu Chehan, constantly pouring into the vortex and being swallowed by the other. Soon, the cultivator of the North Deep's face changed, and a wisp of gray air appeared on his face.
"Be careful, Great Teacher Xu is a master of poison," Ao Feng reminded. The cultivator of the North Deep immediately put away the devouring storm, and his body moved forward like lightning, slamming down with his palm. He was a cultivator of the North Deep, and how could he be weak?
There was a mystery in this palm.
Xu Chehan's body directly rushed towards the other, and without any hesitation, he directly touched the other's palm. Now that his cultivation had reached the top of the Sage and Saint Plane, he thought that it was enough for him to enter the Sage and Saint Ranking.
He followed his master in the Herb Garden of the Nine State College and focused on cultivation. The world only knew that Great Teacher Xu was a disciple of Saint Jiang, but they did not know how strong he was.
"Boom!" The two palm prints collided, and suddenly a very mysterious hidden force rushed into Xu Chehan's arm. Xu Chehan's arm seemed to directly turn into frost, and there was actually poisonous fire that contained extremely cold air sent into Xu Chehan's body.
"You're useless." The cultivator of the North Deep stared coldly at Xu Chehan. His opponent's palm print was soft, as if it did not pose a threat to him at all. Great Teacher Xu, who was good at using poison, a disciple of Saint Jiang?
He had overestimated himself.
The two powers of poisonous fire and frost seemed to be raging in Xu Chehan's body. He glanced at the other indifferently, and did not use any aura. He waved his hand and let the two powers corrode his body, and then the two powers extinguished themselves.
"How is this possible?" The cultivator of the North Deep's face changed, and in the next moment, his face instantly turned gray. The aura in his body rapidly withered, and soon he was a skeleton lying on the ground.
Xu Chehan's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the other indifferently.
Little Butterfly's beautiful eyes were extraordinarily calm, as if it was only natural. Only she knew how strong her senior brother was, and what he had experienced all these years!
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