A simple stone house stands strangely on the dark and desolate land. The door was opened, and a young man could be seen sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. A stream of misty mist lingered around him, continuously infiltrating into his body, and then continuously escaping. The cycle went on and on, as if endless.
And his face also showed extreme pain. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, and even his feet were covered with water stains. The blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and the blood vessels were even broken, exuding thin Bloodshot.
"Lanxi!" Mu Hanyan's heart trembled violently.
That's right, the man in the stone house is Ye Lanjie.
It turned out that this was the secret realm he was talking about, and he had been trapped in God's Punishment Prison.
It turned out that every time he was in danger recently, he didn't come to the rescue again because he himself was also in a desperate situation.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Mu Hanyan could feel that the mist lingering around him was exactly the divine power and hostility left behind by those seniors who died.
Although they had suffered a lot before, they could hardly feel the existence of this divine power and hostility, but at this time, the divine power and hostility that enveloped Ye Lanyan became solid. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of pain he was enduring.
Feng Qingyu and the others were no strangers to Ye Lanyan. It was thanks to him and Mu Hanyan who came forward to escape in the void. Seeing the pain on his face at this moment, they felt the same.
"Get him out!" Mu Hanyan didn't care about looking for the weakness of God's Punishment Prison, and was the first to draw out the long sword.
"Choke!" Huayue and the others moved their hands tightly on the hilt of their swords, and the swords were unsheathed at the same time, even Feng Qingyu was no exception.
Outside the stone house, there is obviously a layer of restriction. You must know that Ye Lanyan is the strongest among the twelve saints, and even he can't break this layer of restriction, how dare they underestimate it.
Everyone held their breath and made preparations, and once Mu Hanyan made a move, they immediately joined forces to do it.
Mu Hanyan raised the Hanxiao sword little by little, and the spiritual power, strength, and divine power were continuously condensed and improved.
"Stop!" At the moment when Mu Hanyan was about to strike, a tall and majestic figure suddenly flew over and stood in front of her—God Lord!
"You can't make a move." The god master said lightly.
He didn't draw his sword, and even put his hands behind his back. He just stood there casually, giving the impression that he was like an insurmountable mountain.
"No, I want to save him, no one can stop me!" Mu Hanyan pointed with his long sword, staying on the heart of the God Lord.
Although she was facing the strongest person in the God's Continent, or even the strongest person in the entire Sacred Continent, in her eyes, there was no fear or hesitation at all, only determination and determination to move forward.
The strange thing is that the god master didn't dodge and didn't get angry when Mu Hanyan pointed his sword at such a vital point. Looking at Mu Hanyan, he was even a little relieved and a little approving.
"I want to save him more than you, but we can't save him. The only one who can save him is himself. If you make a move, you will only kill him." The divine master looked at Ye Lanyan and said leisurely.
"What?" Mu Hanyan took a deep look at the Almighty.
In his eyes, Mu Hanyan saw a trace of deep concern.
If the person standing in front of him was the Holy Master, it would not be surprising to see such a gaze, but this is the Holy Lord, how could he show such concern when facing the saints of the Holy Court
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