Ye Wuqing took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly shone.
"Ye Zun, this spiritual energy is not only pure and vast, but also seems to be more advanced than our eternal heaven's spiritual energy!" Chiyang looked at Ye Qingqing with fiery eyes, his tone full of disbelief, "This is clearly... A more advanced spiritual energy! Incredible, simply incredible!"
"Giggle! Ye Zun, it seems that your guess is correct. The ancient altar is indeed connected to a more advanced world." Bingjue covered her mouth and chuckled, "This advanced aura can prove this."
Ye Qingqing raised the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "Yes, this aura is indeed far beyond what we have seen before. In just a few breaths, I can even feel that my cultivation has improved, and this is the level that I have seen in the past few breaths. It has never happened in a hundred thousand years. It seems that this spiritual energy is the key to breaking through to the realm above the Holy Saint!"
"Congratulations Ye Zun." Chiyang and Bingjue looked at each other, clasping their fists and bowing at the same time.
Juechen's face was expressionless. His personality was somewhat similar to Mo Xuan's. He was cold-tempered and didn't speak, but he also fisted Ye Qingqing.
"Congratulations Ye Zun." Jun Xiaoyao and the others also sent their congratulations.
They knew very well that Ye Wuqing's rise had become a trend. It would not be embarrassing to bow to a being who might be the first person in the history of Eternal Heaven to break through to the Holy Saint.
"Um."
Ye Wuqing nodded and said: "Now that the ancient altar has been opened, a new world is coming. You are all participants. I promise you to witness the arrival of this exciting era with me!"
"Thank you Ye Zun!"
All seven people bowed their heads.
Just when Ye Qingqing was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to have some idea. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the sky.
The next moment.
Wherever Ye Wuqing looked, the space was torn from the middle like fragile tissue paper, and a 10,000-meter-long space crack quickly appeared.
Dark and ferocious, like an abyss.
A red sword light came through the sky.
The sword light tore through the space, and with a sharp whistling sound, it slashed towards Ye Wuqing.
Ye Wuqing's expression was calm and his eyes were indifferent. He just raised his hand casually and grabbed it with his five fingers. There was a sudden surge in the void, and the space became distorted and squeezed towards the sword light.
Then he saw the sword light shattering in the air and dissipating into nothingness.
"The visitor is a guest, why don't you show up and see me." Ye Qingqing crushed the shocking sword light easily and freely, as if he had just done a trivial thing, flicked his right hand, put it behind his back, and raised the corners of his mouth, A smile appeared on his face.
Chiyang and others also looked over there.
The eyes may be angry, different, or curious, just to name a few.
"Ye Qingqing, I haven't seen you for a million years. I hope you are fine."
A majestic sound came from the cracks in space.
When he heard this voice, Ye Qingqing's expression changed slightly and he was still calm, but Chiyang's expression changed drastically and he stared at the crack.
Jun Xiaoyao, Tian Yishen, Wenren Taixu and Su Yu all had extremely strange expressions on their faces.
"Mo Yuan?" Ye Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly spit out a name.
A name that he almost forgot.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the space in front of him was slightly distorted twice. An elegant middle-aged man wearing a blue gown appeared in the air. His deep gaze traveled through tens of thousands of meters of space and landed on Ye Wuqing's face.
Wherever the gaze passes, the space seems to be under terrifying pressure.
Beside him, there was a giant sword with a domineering shape suspended in the air. The tip of the sword was pointing downwards, slowly rotating, with demonic energy surging around it, and purple light puffing out.
Ye Qingqing also looked at the elegant middle-aged man, with a calm expression on his face, and even a smile, as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"I didn't expect you to be alive." Ye Qingqing said calmly.
Mo Yuan smiled and said, "Did I disappoint you?"
At the same time as the sound sounded, the demon power beside him slowly began to vibrate, letting out waves of sword roars, causing ripples in the surrounding space like a lake.
"It's not a disappointment, because if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!" Ye Wuqing raised his eyelids slightly and said, "A loser is a loser after all. Even if I give you ten thousand more chances, you
Still a loser!"
"Ye Qingwu! You have such a loud tone!"
Before Mo Yuan could speak, he heard a thunderous sound, causing the void to shake.
Then a sturdy figure shaped like an iron tower appeared on the right side of Mo Yuan. His eyes were like copper bells, and thunder seemed to be flashing in his eyes. His long dark purple hair was dancing wildly, showing his unparalleled domineering power.
A gold trident with an exaggerated shape, "crackling" arc flashes, shaking the void.
The ancestor of all demons!
And as the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons turned left, a thin figure in gray robe slowly emerged. The man smiled with wrinkles on his face, but there was a cold light flickering in his eyes from time to time.
A mottled ancient wine gourd hangs on it, and a handful of talismans are held in his hand.
Zui Mengzi!
"Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, Zui Mengzi! You are here too." Ye Wuqing's eyes slowly swept over the bodies of Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons and Zui Mengzi. He was not too surprised, and his tone remained indifferent, "Haha,
You came just in time to save me from having to look for you one by one."
Ye Wuqing didn't take Mo Yuan and the others seriously at all.
After all, he has long been the most holy and powerful man, the number one person in the Eternal Heaven, and is synonymous with invincibility, while Mo Yuan and the others were defeated by him a million years ago.
Why worry?
"And I!"
A pale sword light instantly appeared on the field across the void.
The sword light dissipated and turned into a slender figure.
Mo Xuan wore a blue-grey gown and held a simple sheathed sword in his arms. His eyes were covered with black cloth, his face was stern, and his whole body was surrounded by sword intent.
"Chen Ye?" Juechen softly spit out a name.
Juechen is also a swordsman, and his swordsmanship is not lower than that of Mo Xuan. He still has some appreciation for Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan tilted his head slightly and said, "Please call me, Mo Xuan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword in Mo Xuan's arms suddenly trembled and let out waves of sword chants. The sword's intention seemed to be boiling at this moment, surrounding Mo Xuan like countless sharp blades whizzing and circling, cutting the space.
.
Juechen had a long sword as black as ink slung across his back. At this moment, he was trembling slightly, as if he was stimulated and responded.
These two people are the most outstanding sword cultivators in Eternal Heaven, and their swords are also of extraordinary quality.
The sword of Juechen, named "Juechen", is a genuine ancient holy weapon. It was famous millions of years ago and is the divine sword that countless swordsmen dream of.
Mo Xuan's sword is named "Gu Chen". Although it is only a top-level holy weapon, the sword is extraordinary depending on the person. Although the Gu Chen sword is not an ancient holy weapon, it can barely compete with the ancient holy weapon.
The two great sword cultivators collided with each other, and the two great swordsmen also faced each other tit for tat.
Ye Qingqing glanced at Mo Xuan lightly and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to get rid of the forgetting curse. I underestimated you."
"I will remember everything you did to me, and," Mo Xuan's expression was cold and his tone was cold, "I will repay you twice as much!"
"Just the few of you? You are really overestimating your capabilities!" Chiyang took a step forward, his eyes spitting fire, the void in front of him was distorted by the heat, and his voice contained endless majesty.
As soon as he finished speaking, a heat wave quickly swept away with the red sun as the center, and the surrounding void seemed to be boiling, constantly twisting and churning.
Chiyang Shengzun is as fierce as fire and ferocious as flames. He is a fierce man.
He is not the strongest among the saints, but he has the most fiery personality. He will take action if he disagrees with him, and the result of his action is killing.