The two immortals were unconscious, and it was evident that they were severely wounded.
Seeing this scene, the people on the cliff were shocked to the extreme; even the Fairy Sword Ensheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
A patch of seven-colored cloud drifted over at a high speed from the foot of the cliff a few miles away. Standing on the cloud, the Godly Master-Striking Master warned anxiously, "Watch out! This lad is much more powerful than we thought! "
He was indeed an experienced fairy man with a high Cultivation state. Having said that, he returned to the top of the cliff, looking at Tong Yan as if he was facing a formidable foe.
On the dilapidated pirate ship, the immortals had discussed how to deal with these juniors. They had made arrangements for Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, but they didn't pay any attention to Tong Yan.
Both the book "The Path Toward Heaven" and other information indicated that this person had unparalleled intelligence, but his Cultivation state was rather ordinary. Even though he was the sect master of Zhongzhou School before his ascension, Zhongzhou School had been suppressed by the Aoyama Sect in Chaotian, so how powerful could he be?
Who would have thought that their deductions and judgments would be so wrong!
"You are indeed the former leader of the orthodox sects. The resources of Cloud-Dream Mountain are still there," said the Daoless Dao-Seeker while holding the huge sword while looking at Tong Yan with interest.
With a sneer, the Fairy Maiden He said, "It's not the resources of Zhongzhou School, but the spirit of the Aoyama Sect."
Reminded by her, the immortals fixed their gazes on the small bell, and realized that the sharp intent was actually the purest sword wills of Aoyama. By now, they realized that Tong Yan was a genius of the Center Sect and had been cultivating in the Aoyama Sect for many years. How could she not be powerful when she had the prowess of the two most powerful sects?
"My young friend, you're indeed more powerful than we thought." The fairy man named Master Yun said to Tong Yan with a mild expression, "But it's hard to support a single tree; why do you force yourself?"
By now, Que Niang had noticed the blood stains on Tong Yan's clothes, but they looked like glowing spots under the distant sunlight.
In the battle in the dark and gloomy valley, he had used so many tricks that the Godly Master-Striking Master was overwhelmed. As soon as he realized what was going on, he had subdued the two immortals with his magic. In order to pursue speed and victory, he had given up a lot and suffered a great deal of damage.
Rubbing his eyebrows tiredly, he said, "But I think we can talk now."
They were suddenly ambushed and were about to be completely defeated, but he managed to severely injure two immortals in an impossible way and took their lives in his hands. It was like a player on a chessboard who saw that his side had lost the advantage, but he found a treasure in an inconspicuous corner. At the very least, he gained some breathing space.
The meaning of this sentence was very clear. If the immortals of the previous generation insisted on not negotiating with them, then the two immortals would naturally die.
Chen Ya looked at him in Silence, his face expressionless. He didn't even intend to speak.
Shen Yunmai's voice rang out from the robot, "The Great Way is merciless. Moreover, their leader is a Stone Man. He won't negotiate with us, and he won't let us go."
Tong Yan fell silent for a while, as if he was considering the truth of Shen Yunmai's words. Then, he asked, "What should I do now?"
Shen Yunmai said, "Kill the two immortals you've captured, then run away as far as you can."
Tong Yan agreed, his finger moving slightly.
Everybody could sense the murderous intent overflowing from his fingertip.
More terrifyingly, the connection between the finger and the spiritual souls of the two immortals was being cut off.
No matter how fast the immortals were or how powerful their Divine Awareness was, they couldn't cut off the connection.
The immortals fell silent when Tong Yan and Shen Yunmai started their conversation, because they didn't want their Dao Hearts to be affected.
But they didn't expect that Shen Yunmai would order Tong Yan to kill them without hesitation after Chen Ya expressed his unwillingness to negotiate.
And Tong Yan actually dared to kill them!
Even though he knew that they would be buried together with the two immortals in the end.
Why did he do that? Why were the younger generations so ruthless?
"Stop it."
It was at the most tense moment that a voice rang out on the cliff.
The Deity Battering Master, the Cloud Master, Que Niang, and the others all heaved a sigh of relief.
The person who spoke was Immortal Nun He.
Tong Yan accepted the advice readily. His finger stopped moving, as steady as an old pine tree, and his murderous intent was withdrawn.
Immortal Nun He looked at Chen Ya expressionlessly and demanded, "Are you mute?"
Chen Ya said after a moment of silence, "They'll all die eventually."
It was true. Even if Que Niang, Su Ziye, and the others regained their freedom, they couldn't leave the Mars; where could they go?
They were severely wounded, so they couldn't withstand the attacks of these immortals of the previous generations; they would still die.
Given Tong Yan's wisdom and resourcefulness, he would certainly propose more outrageous conditions.
And Chen Ya wouldn't accept any conditions that could make them break free from his control.
Following the will of the Great Grandmaster, he wouldn't allow these people to affect the Great Formation.
Since it was a matter of life and death, there was no need to complicate matters in the middle.
Immortal Nun He understood what he meant, saying, "As you said, they can't run away anyway. Let's give them some time so that I can figure out something."
Master Yun thought of something and put Su Ziye down from the sky.
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan let go of the two severely wounded immortals and walked toward the cliff while carrying Su Ziye, who was covered in blood.
Nobody, including Chen Ya, had expected that he didn't propose any conditions; they all felt surprised.
Waving her hand at Immortal Nun He, Que Niang brought the unconscious Yuan Qu, Yushan, and Tong Yan to a corner.
Tong Yan turned around and said, "You may begin."
Immortal Nun He turned to the robot and asked icily, "What's going on?"
Along with the buzzing sound of the motor, the control room in the middle of the robot opened, revealing a head covered in oil stains; it was Shen Yunmai.
Even though they had guessed what was going on, the immortals of the previous generations were still startled to see the scene.
"Greetings, uncles and aunties." Shen Yunmai greeted the crowd courteously, saying, "The thing is, the old man intended to kill me. No, his method was even more ruthless and cruel. He intended to turn me into a living dead person in a coffin. But I'm quite capable and managed to escape from the coffin. As such, I came here to seek revenge. "
"It's not logical," said Chen Ya expressionlessly, "The Great Grandmaster wants to exile you because you're a friend of Jing Jiu. And the Great Grandmaster wants to deal with Jing Jiu for the sake of the humans. "
Shen Yunmai retorted, "What the humans do has nothing to do with me. You are all the immortals who have achieved the Dao; why do you have so many obsessions in the mortal world? "
"All of us have thought about this question many times." Gu Zuo wiped the dust off his face with his black sleeve and said with a sigh, "If we leave Chaotian and ascend and become a fairy man, we can at least live for tens of thousands of years with the inexhaustible fairy energy provided by the permanent star. However, if the Sea of Dark Matter occupied our local galaxy a few hundred years later, where would we be able to go? Would we drift in the endless universe until the end of time? "
The fundamental problem was that the universe was too vast, and the speed of light was too slow.
"The fairy men who have nowhere to go are no different from the rocks."
The person who said this was the Great Grandmaster. His gray hair tousled by the gentle wind on the top of the mountain, looking rather experienced.
It was quiet on the top of the highest mountain in this solar system for a while.
"I have nothing to say about the matter between you and your father," said the Immortal Mistress He while looking at the head of Shen Yunmai, "but why do you support Jing Jiu?"
"Jing Jiu is my friend," said Shen Yunmai contentedly.
The Immortal Mistress He let out a bitter smile and said nothing. Then she turned to Tong Yan and the others and asked, "Why do you support Jing Jiu then? I don't quite understand it. If it's because of the relationship between the two masters … the Great Grandmaster is the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama; shouldn't you obey his will? "
Yuan Qu and Yushan had already woken up. They were sitting against the cliff rocks with pale faces. Hearing this, they couldn't help but smile. From the South-Pine Pavilion to the Inherited Sword Competition, and then to the Shenmo Peak, they had experienced so many years and memories. How could the portrait in front of the small building be compared to them?
"We don't know you, nor do we know the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama."
Tong Yan said, "As for whose path is correct, him or the Immortal Jingyang, I don't know either."
"If so, why do you follow his path?" asked the Immortal Mistress He.
Tong Yan replied, "Because the path of the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama is for the Immortal Jingyang to die, and we know he probably won't die."
The Great Grandmaster of Aoyama and the fairy men of the previous generations believed that igniting the stars with the All in One Sword was the only way to save mankind.
This method would kill Jing Jiu, but Jing Jiu definitely wouldn't die.
As such, this method must be wrong.
This reasoning sounded a little messy, but when one thought about it carefully, it made a little bit of sense.
Of course, it was based on the premise that Jing Jiu wouldn't die no matter what happened.
"The Immortal Jingyang has never been defeated in either his previous or current life. Even if he made a mistake, he won't die. All of Chaotian knows how much he fears death." Tong Yan continued, "Our confidence in him is probably the same as your confidence in the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama."
Shen Yunmai concluded, "The winner is not the righteous one, but the truth. There is no truth in this universe; it's because everybody will die; but whoever can live longer will be the truth in different stages. Right now, we and you are standing on different principles. Let's see who can survive and prove it. "
The Immortal Mistress He said softly after some thought, "Different paths …"
"Let's fight then," said Shen Yunmai.
"You have already lost," said Chen Ya expressionlessly.
Shen Yunmai retorted, "How could that be? To say nothing of the fact that Jing Jiu is still alive and Zhao Liu hasn't arrived yet, you guys are lucky to have successfully sneak-attacked him. "
Chen Ya's hand had been hidden in the large cloak the entire time. It was unclear what he was holding in his hand. "Do you mean the Dead Dog and Peng Lang?"
Shen Yunmai said, "Even if Peng Lang were the only one here, you guys would have no chance of winning."
No sooner had he said this than the shapeless barrier in the atmosphere suddenly changed its shape.
Along with a gust of wind, someone fell down from the sky three hundred meters high and landed heavily on the ground.
That person wore an ordinary cloth that was in tatters, and an ordinary sword was sheathed at his waist.
Peng Lang had arrived when he was talking about him.
"The sword formation of the Great Grandmaster is indeed formidable. We can't go deep into it, and we can't find the eye of the formation either. I can't hold on any longer, so I … Eh?"
As Peng Lang spoke, he suddenly found that the situation in the cliffs was out of place.
Compared to when he had left more than ten days ago, there were many more people here, and they seemed to be his enemies.
His face was a bit pale. It was not because he was frightened, but because he had fought against the huge sword formation across the solar system. He might have even been wounded.
The cliffs were unusually quiet. All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew over and fluttered Chen Ya's cloak.
Seeing this, Tong Yan's expression changed slightly.
How could the thin air and weak wind blow the cloak?
Chen Ya's hand was exposed.
He held a stone pestle tightly in his hand, and his remaining two fingers seemed to sink into the rough surface of the stone.
What was even more eye-catching was that there was an azure rope of light wrapped around the stone pestle, exuding an extremely faint yet extremely serene aura.
It was the Sword Will, but it seemed to be the opposite of the Sword Will.
Peng Lang didn't notice the stone pestle and the green rope of light in Chen Ya's hand, because he was surrounded by the two black-clothed Demon Immortals.
It was true that the two black-clothed Demon Immortals were only two people. They stood in front of him and behind him, but it seemed that they had surrounded the entire space around him.
They were even looking in different directions and didn't spare a glance at Peng Lang.
Two faintly discernible auras with diametrically opposite temperaments drifted out from the black-clothed Demon Immortals, forming a natural and harmonious formation.
Peng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly. He took a step forward with some interest, and his figure suddenly passed through.
Seeing this, the expressions of the two black-clothed Demon Immortals changed slightly, and Gu Zuo even let out a cry of surprise.
What came next was He Xianu's invisible net and Master Yun's Myriad Strands of Clouds.
Then, the sound of drums suddenly rang out, and countless golden rings reverberated between the cliffs.
In the blink of an eye, the five Immortals unleashed their most powerful formation in an attempt to trap Peng Lang.
Peng Lang still didn't draw his sword. He just continued to step forward.
The wind blew at his sleeves, bringing with it countless sword lights. But the sword lights suddenly disappeared, taking him through the Immortal magic treasures and formations like an immortal or a phantom.
This wasn't a shapeless sword body, nor was it an escape technique of heaven and earth. It was a technique that was somewhat similar to the Nether Fairy Sword.
To be more precise, this was a sword escape technique inherited from Nan Qü's Ghost Sword.
The Immortals were extremely shocked that such a formation could not trap a junior, and they all cried out in surprise like Gu Zuo.
He Xianu, Master Yun, the Deity Striking Grandmaster, and the two black-clothed Demon Immortals were not ordinary cultivators, and their Immortal magic treasures and formations were extremely powerful.
After passing through the layers of encirclement, Peng Lang's face became even paler, and his figure also became slightly sluggish. Then, he saw the stone pestle falling toward him.
At this moment, Peng Lang finally raised his sword.
But it was upside down.
The sword hilt and the stone pestle met soundlessly, and a sound wave brighter than lightning rang out.
The terrifying wave of air swept up the dust on the ground and sprayed wildly in all directions. In just a few breaths' time, it had spread over a radius of several dozen miles.
Right in the middle of the circular wave of dust, not even the thinnest air existed. It was even more vacuum than the universe.
The stone pestle didn't shatter, and neither did the ordinary sword hilt. Only a green rope of light was floating in the air, like an extra thread, and it made one feel slightly uncomfortable.
Peng Lang was slightly alarmed. His fingers turned slightly, and he was about to grab the sword hilt and cripple Chen Ya.
The green rope of light suddenly moved at a high speed and tied his hand that was holding the sword hilt as fast as lightning. Then, it coiled twice around his neck and tied the tip of his sword.
It was a weird scene. Peng Lang seemed to be holding a bow and tying the bowstring across his neck; it also seemed that he was about to commit suicide.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Qu and the others cried out in surprise. Tong Yan had a grave expression on her face, and Shen Yunmai cursed.
What kind of magic treasure was this green rope of light? How could it tie Peng Lang's sword?
"This is the new sheath prepared for you by the Grandmaster. Take a look and see if it's suitable for you," Chen Ya said through his spiritual awareness while staring into Peng Lang's eyes.
The sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword was a magic treasure forged by the Grandmaster of Aoyama years ago. If he could make one sheath, he could make many more.
That sheath could lock all things. If it could lock all things, could it also lock all swords?
Peng Lang looked at his right hand with a surprised expression.
The green rope of light tied his hand to the sword tightly. It was tied in a simple knot, but it couldn't be untied.
Chen Ya's hand fell.
The stone pestle fell on Peng Lang's chest.
It was like a real mountain.
Boom! There was a loud sound.
Peng Lang disappeared from the spot.
He turned into a black dot and disappeared into the distance in an instant.
It was unknown where he would land on the surface of Mars.
It was unknown if he could survive.
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