Su Ye had a rare look of eagerness on his face.
In his eyes, there seemed to be black-purple lightning flashing.
Such an expression had only appeared when he faced the previous abbot of Qing Liang Temple, 'Sick Maha' Master Mingjue.
His brother Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng, Jingang and the others were not surprised.
The majestic sword light that was confronting the pitch-black Buddha in the mountain had an extraordinary aura that made people admire it.
Without looking at the person, just looking at the sword intent, his identity was clear.
The Righteous Sword of Heaven.
The head of the Five Heroes of the Sword Pavilion, the first disciple of the Sword King, Si Huaifei.
Currently, he was the number one expert of the righteous path in the Central Plains Divine Region below the age of thirty.
His journey had been smooth and steady, neither arrogant nor rash.
Even the Devil religion and the Mutated Race's intelligence system had basically agreed that he had a chance of reaching the realm of Emperor Wu before the age of thirty.
From King Wu to Emperor Wu, from the twelfth realm to the thirteenth realm, since ancient times, many experts had been stuck for their entire lives.
There were countless talented people who became famous at a young age, but in the end, they had no hope of reaching Emperor Wu.
But to Si Huaifei, that threshold seemed to be within his reach, and it was not much different from the hurdles he had crossed before. As long as he steadily advanced, success would come naturally.
What attracted people's attention the most was the momentum of the accumulation, the lifting of heavy things as if they were light, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger.
Ten years ago, five years ago, there were many people of the same age who were more outstanding than him, but now, it was hard to catch up.
Zhang Tianheng thought back to when he had discussed the Five Heroes of the Sword Pavilion, his evaluation of the four other than Invisible Sword Xiang Ping was low, and the Hierarch had said that he was biased.
Now that he thought about it, the reason was because of the Righteous Sword Si Huaifei.
The Hierarch's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and what he, Zhang Tianheng, had said that day was too frivolous and rash.
However, the reason why Si Huaifei was able to have such a stable and peaceful journey was largely due to Xiang Ping's efforts in the dark.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tianheng glanced at Su Ye from the corner of his eyes.
If it were not for the two generations of Hierarch of the God Sect and the care of his brother who was always worried about him, this young master would not have been where he was today. It was hard to say if he could even live to adulthood …
But now, the Five Heroes of the Sword Pavilion had already withered away in the hands of their own Hierarch, and only Si Huaifei was left.
Zhang Tianheng took a few glances and nodded to himself.
The United Armies of the South were not doing well in the war. There were many ups and downs, and his junior brothers were either dead or scattered.
Si Huaifei's sword was still as steady as ever.
Sure enough, his Sword Insight was like the final pillar of support within the torrent, and it stood firm and unyielding.
In midair, the pitch-black Buddha stretched out its palm, and heaven and earth seemed to be hanging upside down.
The people of the Devil Religion were not the target of its attack. They were just watching from the sidelines. Their minds were shaken, and their perception of the world was vaguely disordered.
The Buddha's Inverted Bodhi of the Tathagata Demonic Palm was indeed well-practiced and had already reached the point of perfection.
The Buddha's palm directly grabbed the mountain-like sword light.
It was like grabbing a sharp blade with one's bare hands.
Then, it tried to uproot the mountain formed by the sword light from the ground.
However, the "mountain" only shook slightly, and it was not affected by the Heaven and Earth Reversal Demonic Palm.
Instead, the "mountain" shone brightly, and the sword light, which was not sharp but absolutely solid, expanded in all directions.
It was as if the entire "mountain" had suddenly expanded.
It forcibly pushed away the giant hand of the pitch-black Buddha that could pluck the stars and the moon.
The pitch-black Buddha could no longer hold on to the "mountain."
On the contrary, the giant Buddha's palm, under the impact of the sword light, seemed to be falling apart.
The sword light did not retreat in the face of the Tathagata Demonic Palm's attack, but it did not chase after the Buddha's palm. Instead, it took the initiative to retreat.
Although it was retreating, its footing was firm, and it did not reveal the slightest flaw, not giving the enemy a chance to take advantage of it.
At the same time, two clouds, one white and one black, converged, faintly forming a Tai Chi pattern.
It was the Taiyi Dao Sect's current headmaster, Liu Yunzi, who was waiting for Si Huaifei.
They had also noticed the Six-Dragon Emperor Carriage flying over from afar.
In the Emperor Carriage, Old Shou said softly, "Hierarch, there is no trace of the Sword Emperor. I don't know if he is hiding somewhere, or has gone to the Grand Master and Emperor Xia."
"It doesn't matter where he is," Chen Luoyang sat leaning against the wall, his expression indifferent. He looked at Su Ye and said, "Go if you want to practice."
Su Ye immediately cheered and disappeared from the hall.
Then, in front of the mountain formed by the sword light, a black and purple ferocious ghost dragon suddenly appeared and crashed heavily on it!
The 'mountain' shook violently like never before.
However, it did not break through or collapse. It still stood firmly.
Si Huaifei did not counterattack violently. He still calmly stabilized his footing and retreated.
Behind the 'mountain', a group of Taiyi Dao Sect disciples hurriedly moved their positions.
Liu Yunzi stepped forward and helped Si Huaifei, delaying Su Ye's advance.
After the black and purple ghost dragon appeared, the pitch-black Buddha stopped attacking.
The black air currents dissipated, revealing a haggard black-robed old man.
The old man glanced coldly at the black and purple ghost dragon, then turned to look at the Six-Dragon Emperor Carriage that was flying over from the horizon and gradually approaching.
He stood silently for a moment, then rose and boarded the Emperor Carriage.
"I greet Hierarch." The black-robed old man bowed slightly.
Chen Luoyang looked at him calmly.
This time, he could match the name with the person without the need for the other party to introduce himself.
Ignoring the fact that he had heard Fifth Elder Tan Yunsheng report who Righteous Sword Si Huaifei's opponent was, it was clear at a glance just from the black-robed old man's previous attack.
In the Devil religion, apart from the two Emperor Wu's, the Hierarch and the Grand Master, there was only one person who could cultivate the Rulai Devil Palm to such a level.
The Second Elder of the Senate, 'Devil Amitabha' Yan Zhao.
The previous First Seat of Rosefinch Hall of the Devil religion. He was proficient in all thirty-six secret arts of the Devil religion.
After that, he only focused on the Rulai Devil Palm, ignoring all other supreme arts and secret arts.
His attainment in the peerless supreme art of the Rulai Devil Palm could be said to have reached perfection.
To be honest, if the Hierarch and the Grand Master were placed at the same level as him, their attainment in the Rulai Devil Palm would most likely not be as profound as his.
The descendants of the Demon Monks outside the Devil Religion were even more lacking compared to Yan Zhao.
'Ghost Dragon' Su Ye, 'Demon Fairy' Chen Chuhua, 'East King' Wang Fei, 'Devil Amitabha' Yan Zhao, and 'Phantom Demon' Wang Mofeng were the five King Wu powerhouses of the Devil religion. Together, they formed the second echelon of the Devil religion under the Emperor and Two Emperors. However, they were usually divided into the Senate and the Young factions, and there was deep conflict.
According to the current situation that Chen Luoyang grasped, Chen Chuhua was out all year round, Wang Mofeng was used to slacking, and Su Ye was unreliable. These three people were fine.
Yan Zhao and Wang Fei, one old and one young, were at loggerheads.
One was young, frivolous, and looked down on everyone. He especially disliked the Elders of the Devil religion.
The other was the core of the Senate faction, and the strongest supporter of the Grand Master.
The quarrel between the two had become a daily routine in the Devil religion, with a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days.
Chen Luoyang was not in the mood to care about these things.
He looked at Yan Zhao and asked indifferently, "Where is Wang Jian?"
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