In the distance, a group of figures came from the sky, and the speed was so fast, it was the people who were chasing Ye Futian who arrived one after another.
The world's Void Battleship, Yan Jiu of Sword Saint Villa, they are the fastest, behind them are the top power figures, looking at Ye Futian in the ruins with cold eyes.
They were actually manipulated between the palms of their hands by a person of the heavenly realm.
Ning Huang stepped forward, still extremely domineering, his body bathed in radiance, like a god.
Everyone looked at the ruins. The people of these top forces have strong backgrounds, so they knew something other people didn’t know. They kept sending people to stare at Ye Futian, waiting for him to collect the holy orders, but just halfway Cut off, in their view, the real opponent is not Ye Futian at all, but they are competing with each other. How can a person of the realm of heaven open a ruin under their noses
However, Ye Futian didn't open the ruins by himself, and the person who opened the ruins in the end still gave him the ruins.
They were born to be the pride of heaven, and they had never been teased like this before, especially Ning Huang, what a character he was, was actually teased to grab an ordinary ring.
Lifting their heads, Ning Huang and the others looked at the incomparably huge phantom of the flame war god, Yan Prison City, which should have been the sages of the Most Holy Taoist Palace sitting on the holy road, leaving the inheritance here for future generations to practice and inherit.
Many of the large relics in the holy road are left by the ancestors of the most holy Taoist palace. Those sages of the Taoist palace are all magnificent people. After death, they are willing to incarnate into the soil, nourish the younger generation, and become a part of the holy road. , I am afraid that ordinary people do not know the meaning of the holy road.
"Everyone who gave me the holy order in the past can enter the ruins to practice, and those who have not handed the holy order are not allowed to enter." Ye Futian stood in the middle of the phantom, speaking loudly, and the voice spread all over the void, towards the distance. It spread everywhere, and the hearts of those who came on the way trembled, especially those who had handed in the holy order, they were extremely surprised.
Ye Futian, he succeeded, opened the big relic, and is ready to fulfill his promise.
This time, he did not intend to let everyone in the holy road comprehend the ruins as before, but only let those who handed over the holy orders, so that those who tried to covet the ruins later but refused to pay, They lost the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. They all knew that there were too many such people. They thought that if they didn't hand over the holy order, they would be the same as before. Ye Futian would break the ruins, and then everyone would be able to practice. They just need to follow Ye Futian.
Obviously, they were wrong this time.
A group of figures walked towards the ruins, all of them were practitioners who had handed in holy orders before.
However, at this moment, above the void, Yan Jiu's finger was pointed at the void. In an instant, a horrible sword intent flowed between the heavens and the earth. Thousands of sword lights hovered above the void, screaming loudly, and exploded with astonishing destructive power.
Everyone stared at Yan Jiu, the enchanting figure of the Sword Saint Villa stepped out, the horrible sword intent moved with his body, the surrounding space became extremely depressed, his eyes stared at Ye Futian, and then raised his hand to strike out. , Suddenly the endless sword intent gathered at one point, turning into an incomparable sword light, traversing the void, and killing towards Ye Futian in the ruins.
The sword whistling sound is harsh, and the sword intent is extremely terrifying, but the sword intent ignores Ye Futian's body from a very distant distance.
In the ruins, a stream of flames fell down, instantly enveloping the sharp sword that had been killed. The bright and sharp sword burned up, but it still moved forward, but it was melted into nothingness a little bit.
Yan Jiu still didn't give up, he continued to move forward, and behind him appeared a terrifying phantom. The sword intent was overwhelming, like a sword saint coming to the world. The aura of the heavens seemed to resonate with his body, turning into sword intent to flow, whistling in the vast and endless void. .
Thousands of sword intent, hanging down, and killing towards Ye Futian's body, Ye Futian raised his head to look at the sky, and saw the sword aura, Ye Futian looked indifferent, but at this moment, there was a flute sound coming out of Ye Futian's body. Next, Xiao Junyi played the flute, the light of the rhythm collided with the sword intent like lightning, and they were annihilated and shattered together.
Many people looked at Xiao Junyi, the long sound of the flute turned into a terrible rhythm storm, getting stronger and stronger, strands of terrible rhythmic air flow around his body, the next moment, the rhythm directly charged without any signs. Into Ye Futian's spiritual will.
The rhythm was invisible, and there was no prelude when he attacked, and even the moment Ye Futian was attacked, the people below the ruins did not notice.
But that voice directly turned into a mental will attack, raging in Ye Futian's mental will, Xiao Junyi's body was still facing the direction where Yan Jiu was, and his temperament was melancholy and handsome.
At this moment, Ye Futian's world of spiritual will, with terrifying sound of light, as if turned into a terrible dark light, raging crazily, destroying his spiritual will power, he felt cold and bitter all over, he thought it was a relic. Turn it on, you can wait for your cultivation base to improve, but you didn't expect that here, there is still a fatal blow waiting.
While he was calculating the sacred arrogance of the heavens, there were also people who had been calculating him, waiting for this final fatal blow to directly plunder all his achievements.
There seemed to be horrible dead gray air currents in the rhythm. In an instant, Ye Futian only felt that his spirit and will crazily collapsed, and he didn’t even have time to use the power of the ruins. The terrible dead gray air current swept through his body, and his face instantly turned black. , And spread towards the body.
"what happened?"
At this time, everyone saw that the strange expression on Ye Futian's body suddenly solidified, and then they saw a terrible storm of invisible rhythm enveloped Ye Futian, as if to isolate Ye Futian's body and relics.
"Xiao Junyi."
Everyone's eyes fell on the handsome and melancholy figure. Xiahou smiled coldly when he saw this scene. Before he fought with Xiao Junyi, he felt that this person was terrifying. How could such a person be willing to be used by Ye Futian? Like them, it's hidden deep enough.
Yi Xiaoshi stepped out in an instant, and the extremely sharp golden branches swept out, like a terrifying spear.
Xiao Junyi was still playing Changxiao, but at the same time, a dark-colored brilliance shone out along with the same rhythm. The branches, leaves and vines that Yi Xiaoshi attacked turned into black in an instant, and then withered and no life. Loss of attack power.
"Necromancy."
Many people trembled violently when they saw this scene. They thought of the people who died inexplicably in the palace, it was him!
Their hearts trembled. Xiao Junyi was handsome and extraordinary, with outstanding temperament, and his cultivation talents were all first-class. He was recommended by others to guard Ye Futian's side. However, Xiao Junyi had a terrifying other side.
"Necromancer." The top figures all showed surprise, looking at Xiao Junyi, the sound of the flute remained the same, Ye Futian's face completely turned black, and the air of the necromancer swept through his body, to deprive him of vitality, and at the same time, the sound of the rhythm The mental will attack made him unable to communicate with the ruins, and he was eroded a little bit.
But at this moment, there were terrible rays of light flowing around Ye Futian's body, and the black airflow disappeared little by little from his face. At the same time, in his spiritual will, Xiao Junyi felt a sacred power guarding him, unable to corrode and destroy.
"Boom." The terrifying flame will envelops the body, burning out all the will of the dead, then opened his eyes, the cold flame in his pupils shot towards Xiao Junyi, the ruins rioted, and a ray of terrifying flame will rushed in. In Xiao Junyi's mind, Xiao Junyi groaned, and his body was shaken back. He put down Chang Xiao and glanced at Ye Futian. There was a mysterious force in the opponent's spiritual will to guard him, causing him to fail.
In an instant, a horrible flame airflow swept out and drowned towards Xiao Junyi, only to see a black smoke appearing around Xiao Junyi's body, lifeless, fleeing madly towards the distance, but the flame airflow still caught up, causing it to burn. When he got up, the dark smoke burst, and then turned into ashes, while in the distance, Xiao Junyi's body floated down, still the son of Pianpian, extraordinary.
Xiao Junyi glanced at Ye Futian, his expression was the same as usual, although he failed, he still looked calm and calm, turned around, and then drifted back, ready to leave.
"Who is Dark Xianjun?" Xiahou stepped forward, looking at Xiao Junyi, it seemed that Xiao Junyi had been blocked by Xiao Junyi before.
Xiao Junyi ignored him, and still stepped away. Xiahou stepped out and lifted his palm. Suddenly the endless fire was floating in the void. Xiao Junyi, who was facing his back, took out the long Xiao, and played it again. In the distance, there were silhouettes flying into the sky. He started and went straight to Xiahou.
Xiahou frowned slightly, waved his palm, and the fire broke out, covering those figures, but seeing these figures as if they didn't feel anymore, he continued to kill him.
"Necromancer." Xiahou's face was green, and he raised his palm to grab the arriving figure. The big palm prints of the fire market burned everything and burned the slain figure into nothingness. However, seeing that Xiao Junyi's body was long gone, he seemed to have no interest at all. Fight him.
"Controlling the undead must be the descendants of the dark sage. It seems that the generation of the deserted state will not be peaceful." Bing Yi on the Void Battleship said. Ning Huang, Yan Jiu, Yuan Zhan and others are all enchanting characters. .
Nowadays, there are descendants of the Dark Xianjun. The Dark Xianjun is cold and lonely. There are not many people who died in his hands. There are too many big people who want to destroy him, but those who dare to do it are often miserable. Now the Dark Xianjun It is already a terrifying existence that ranks high on the Desolate List.
Even Ye Futian, his talent is very strong, but the realm is slightly weaker, this holy road, the strong is like a cloud.
Moreover, this is only one of the nine holy roads, Chen Road, has not been the most promising holy road.
When they walked out of Chen Road, gathered in the Most Holy Dao Palace, and the nine holy roads gathered together, what kind of scene would it be
However, although Ye Futian has a ruin for the time being, he can't help him, but he is undoubtedly playing with fire. Even if the ruins can improve his strength, what will happen afterwards? Could it be possible to reach the sky in one step
After playing around with Ning Huang and others, there is no way for Ye Futian to survive.
"What's the point of dying here even though you have improved your realm? Let's go." Bing Yi glanced at Ye Futian lightly, turned and left!