Mu Hanyan smiled bitterly. Maybe others don't understand what the Holy Master said, but she and Ye Lanyan do understand that her identity and her bloodline are the key to the Holy Master's succession.
It turned out that not only Ye Lan knew his secret, he also knew it long ago.
"Also, what you said was wrong before. I did this not to unify the sacred continent, let alone for some supreme hegemony. I did this only to keep the mainland safe and for the sake of millions of people." The Holy Master raised his head. , said solemnly.
"All you need is my blood, let them go." Mu Hanyan looked at Zhuang Ping'an and the others who were ashen-faced beside him, and said with a sigh.
If they were facing others, they might still have a heart of rebellion, but when facing the Holy Master, they would not even talk about rebellion, they even forgot their anger, leaving only despair.
"Master Mu..." Zhuang Ping'an and the others were still in a daze, but when they heard Mu Hanyan's words, they suddenly woke up like a dream.
They can't remember clearly, this is the first time Mu Hanyan has stepped forward, the first time he has spared his life to save them, warm currents poured into the bottom of his heart, and tears rolled down.
"You are kind. I have read you correctly. If I had a choice, I would really not want to hurt your life. Unfortunately, you are not strong enough, but when you are strong enough, I will not be able to refine your blood anymore. So, you must die, and they must die too." The Holy Master shook his head and said regretfully.
"What!" Ye Lan trembled violently.
He thought that the Holy Master only needed their blood, but he would not hurt their lives. Only after hearing the Holy Master's words did he realize that he was wrong.
"Lanxi, you are different from them. When you leave here, you will be the only saint. After I finish this task and keep the Holy Court Continent safe for thousands of years, I will pass on the position of Holy Master to you." Ye Lan said.
His blood has nothing to do with Mu Hanyan, so the Holy Master doesn't need to hurt his life.
Ye Lan looked into the Holy Master's eyes, slowly, slowly shook his head, then knelt down on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times.
"Lanyan, what are you doing?" Holy Master frowned.
"Master, this is the last time I will call you Master. Thank you for your kindness in nurturing and teaching me. I will never forget it until I die.
If you want my blood, my life, I will never resist, but for Han Yan, I can only be your enemy! "Having said this, Ye Lan stood up and drew out the Excalibur from his waist.
There were still tears on his face, but his expression was so determined.
His figure is so tall and straight, so unyielding, like a mountain that will never fall down!
Looking at Ye Lanyan's tall and straight figure, everyone was deeply shocked, and suddenly found that the Holy Master was not that scary, nor was it completely irresistible.
"It's not that easy to take our lives." Yue Fanchen drew out his long sword.
"As a swordsman, you have the dignity of a swordsman. Even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield." Zhuang Pingan also drew out his long sword.
"A good man stands upright, even if he dies, he will die in a mighty way!" Nan Aotian also drew his long sword.
All around, there was the sound of dragons chanting long swords unsheathed. Seeing Ye Lan's unyielding will, their hearts, which were as dead ashes, once again burned with a strong will to fight.
As for Huayue and the others, they didn't have any extra words at all. They had already drawn out their long swords at the same time when they understood the Holy Lord's intention.
But Tantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, Wei Xiaotian, and the rest of the elite saints were devastated. They neither pointed their swords at the Holy Master, nor did they intend to stop them.
They are loyal to the Holy Lord, and even died for him without any complaints, but it is difficult to accept such an ending. For them, the actions of the Holy Lord are undoubtedly a kind of betrayal. Even if the master makes a move, they can't do it.
"Is it worth it? As long as you leave now, you can become the master of the Holy Court, and even the master of the entire sacred continent. Is it worth it?" The Holy Master asked slowly, looking at Ye Lan.
"I don't know if it's worth it or not. I just know that I will never miss it or lose it again. I will protect her with my life." Ye Lan said firmly.
All around, everyone was moved by it. Even though the vast majority of them were so obsessed with cultivation that they no longer cared about the relationship between men and women, they were still moved when they heard Ye Lanyan's words and saw his eyes.
"I understand." The Holy Master nodded, his expression became extremely stern.
"Heavenly Sword, Poshen!" Ye Lanjie let out a clear whistle, and the long sword slashed towards the Holy Master.
"Nine days, the stars fall!" Mu Hanyan would not sit still, and when Ye Lanyan made a move, the sword that had been prepared for a long time was also cut out at the same time.
"Lei Yin, sword swing!"
"Holy one, the way of the sword!"
"Sky Star, Sword Mark!"
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All the other descendants of the guardian of the gods followed closely, each displaying their strongest sword skills.
The Holy Master looked at the crowd indifferently, and didn't wave his sleeves lightly until the sword light was in front of him.
Between those sleeves, it seems as if the universe is swept away, and the whole world seems to be enveloped by those wide sleeves.
When the gust of wind suddenly picked up, everyone was shocked back again and again, and at the same time a mouthful of blood spurted out, and those with slightly lower cultivation levels fell to the ground directly, unable to get up for a while.
Ye Lanyan and Mu Hanyan were no exception. They both took a few steps back at the same time. Their faces were as pale as paper, and traces of blood ooze from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they were seriously injured.
Everyone looked at the Holy Master in amazement. Although their strength and spiritual sense were taken away by the formation, they still had some strength left, and the power of a joint attack was still not small, and they could tell that Ye Lanyan was somewhat different from them. It's different, the strength is not greatly affected by the formation, but even so, everyone joins hands to strike a sword, but even the holy master's robe sleeve can't resist it.
The strength of the Holy Master is so terrifying!
"Yes, very good. In such a situation, you all still have such fighting spirit and display such sword power. If the time and place are different, you will surely be able to create another glory for my holy court. It's a pity that you were born at an untimely time." The Holy Master sighed and said.
After all, he didn't have the heart to waste time with everyone, so he played the hand formula again.
The radiance in the mid-air was overwhelming, and everyone's vigor and spiritual thoughts, together with the power hidden in the blood, poured out at a faster speed, and even the vitality began to disappear quickly.
Obviously, in the face of the powerful strength of the Holy Lord, even if they have the heart to fight to the death, they are completely powerless.
"What you want is our blood, but I won't give it to you." Sang Qinghe's sword was turned upside down, aimed at his heart, and his face was full of determination.