The Western Desert was a desolate and uninhabited world. Besides the roars of wild beasts, there was only the howling of gales. However, this valley was very quiet.
Ye Qinghan wanted to leave a way out for his brothers, so he prepared for the worst. Huang Peng was the strongest, but he could not appear or fight. He could only use the power of Desolate God. Once he appeared, he would only be a bargaining chip to hasten his death.
Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu were the strongest. They also had pseudo world weapons. Their speed was not inferior to Ye Qinghan's. As long as Ye Qinghan created an opportunity for them, it would not be a problem for them to escape with the Great Wastelands Stele.
The three brothers understood each other. There was no need to say anything. They just looked at each other and their expressions became even more resolute.
"Also, if I die, Xiao Yue is not allowed to leave the Great Wastelands Stele. Wait until my clone returns." Ye Qinghan looked at the two and said in a deep voice.
Xiao Yue was Suan Potian's disciple. He could not completely trust her. Even if he could trust her now, once Suan Potian appeared, no one could guarantee that she would be able to control his will.
The three of them discussed for a long time and created a perfect plan. However, the final outcome was Ye Qinghan blowing himself up, injuring the seven Realm Lords and sending the Great Wastelands Stele away. Then, Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu would search for the Great Wastelands Stele and take it away.
There was no other outcome. The difference in strength was too great. There was no other way.
Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu were silent. They could be considered to have agreed with this outcome. However, after this explosion, Ye Qinghan would lose all of the Great Wastelands Secret Arts. All of his years of comprehension would go down the drain. At most, he would be able to transfer it to his own son. However, his own strength would be greatly reduced.
The forest swayed and the tall mountains stretched out in a majestic manner. The three youths were holding divine weapons and were about to split up. Suddenly, Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed coldly as he stared into the depths of the forest.
"Wait, there seems to be an old friend approaching!" Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed coldly. It was unknown whether he was happy or shocked. However, one could see that his killing intent was spreading.
Ye Qinghan's divine sense continued to approach the depths of the desert. However, the Western Desert was indeed not suitable for humans to live in. Even the divine senses of experts were restricted. Just as his divine sense reached ten thousand miles away, Ye Qinghan's forehead began to sweat.
A faint wave of energy appeared in Ye Qinghan's sea of consciousness. Strong winds blew everywhere, and there were continuous rumbling sounds.
More than ten thousand miles away, a middle-aged man dressed in green was fighting with a group of Giant Wolf Race experts. Further in, it was a mess. It was obvious that he had fought his way here. The middle-aged man was incomparably majestic. Every move of his brought along pressure and momentum. The divine sword in his hand was like flowing water, unyielding and domineering. He himself also had a strong heroic spirit. His facial features were flawless, perfect to the extreme. He was seven feet tall, tall and mighty. His divine robes were torn by the wolf claws, but he seemed even more powerful.
Whoosh — —
The middle-aged man's sword pierced through the throat of a giant wolf from a strange angle. With a gentle shake, a destructive power swept into the giant wolf's body, causing it to fall heavily into the depths of the mountain.
Now, only two giant wolves were left. They stared at the middle-aged man ferociously. They bared their fangs as if they couldn't wait to devour him.
The middle-aged man's attacks and movements were all very precise and strange. He didn't panic in the face of danger. He was definitely not an ordinary person. Now that he was dealing with the remaining two powerful wolves, he was even more skilled. At this moment, he finally let out a smile.
Even though he was injured, he was still as domineering as before. He must have been an extremely handsome man when he was young.
Ye Qinghan who was at the periphery of the Western Desert noticed this man. He grinned coldly. His whole body was tense and slightly trembling.
"Ling Yan! I didn't expect you to travel alone in the Western Desert. Since you've given me a chance, I won't be polite! "Ye Qinghan roared in a low voice.
"It's Ling Yan?" Gu Qingyu asked in shock.
This peak military saint had only submitted to Yan Ao in his entire life. Only Yan Ao could lead troops more ruthlessly and ferociously than him. With a mere one-tenth of his troops, he had crippled tens of millions of his troops. Ling Yan had too many legends. Even the Realm Lords of the seven realms acknowledged him. As long as he had ten million troops, he could definitely kill a Realm Lord! His ability to lead troops was already extraordinary. He could borrow the strength of the army to sweep through the battlefield.
Ye Qinghan nodded solemnly. He waved his hand and took the lead to charge into the depths of the mountain.
At this moment, Ling Yan was fighting with the giant wolves. These giant wolves were very powerful. Moreover, they lived in packs. The attacks of each giant wolf couldn't be underestimated. However, an entire pack was almost exhausted by Ling Yan. As long as he couldn't kill this kind of military saint in one go, he could slowly kill more experts.
However, at this moment, Ling Yan didn't know that Ye Qinghan was approaching. Otherwise, he would definitely give up on killing the giant wolves and choose to leave quickly.
Ling Yan was a peak realm expert. Naturally, his soul was also at the peak realm. However, his soul was still one level lower than Ye Qinghan's.
Ye Qinghan, Jiang Jingtian, and Gu Qingyu flew at the speed of a roc spreading its wings. In just half an incense stick's time, they crossed several mountains and appeared not far from Ling Yan.
They lowered their speed and restrained their aura. They didn't want to alarm Ling Yan.
"I can't make a move. Huang Peng definitely can't either. I'll leave it to you guys …" Ye Qinghan stretched out his hand and summoned all the experts of the Insane Sect. He signaled them to conceal their aura and hide in the sky above a canyon, waiting for Ling Yan to walk into the trap.
Shi Ge, Heavy Grudge, Tong Tong, Mu Zhuang, Nie Tian, Xuan Yinye, Xie Nianxue, Xia Ziluo, Medusa, Lin Wutian, and even Si Wuxie, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared …
The experts of the older generation of the Insane Sect all came out. Ye Qinghan's two sons, Desolate Lord Ye and Ye Chentian, also appeared. Lin Wutian's son, the Sky Sword Body, was accepted as a disciple by Gu Qingyu. Now, he appeared with a sword in his hand. He was definitely powerful. He had surpassed his predecessors and became a Sword Man Supreme God, comparable to his father.
Ye Qinghan summoned all the experts who had broken through to the Supreme God realm.
Their opponent was Ling Yan. The strongest, Huang Peng, and himself couldn't make a move. Otherwise, they would definitely expose their position. At this time, they could only rely on numbers to suppress Ling Yan.
Fortunately, this group of people was not easy to deal with. Shan Bing was the absolute king!
No one said a word. Looking at Ye Qinghan's hand gesture, they appeared in their positions and concealed their aura like ordinary stones.
Ling Yan fought and retreated. He didn't seem to want to stay in the Western Desert to cultivate anymore. He wanted to leave this place and return to the Snow Country's Divine World!
If Ling Yan wanted to return to the Snow Country's Divine World, he had to go to the Great Wasteland Domain first. When he wanted to go to the Great Wasteland Domain, he would inevitably pass by Ye Qinghan's place. The distance between the two sides was one hundred li. It wasn't far, but it wasn't close either.
Ye Qinghan stood behind a huge rock on a mountain peak. His eyes were like lightning as he looked at Ling Yan. His aura was restrained, making him look like a huge rock. The wind on the mountain peak was particularly fierce, blowing his black hair and divine robe.
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