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Volume 2 Dayan Holy Land Chapter 13 In Trouble

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    When Nangong Yan started to be shocked, a strange aura suddenly enveloped the earth.  ./(_)

    Cold and unruly.  .  .  The aura that only belongs to the silver-haired young man.

    "Haha, Brother Yang, you are here, and this old monster actually said that you were involved in nothingness Wuwu" Ximen Wuji finally shouted loudly as if he suddenly felt confident, but at the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but lose his voice.  Cried out.

    Although the fat man looks careless, he is by no means really heartless.  When Demon Emperor Ji talked about Yang Lingtian and Meng being drawn into nothingness, he actually believed half of it, just like Nangong Yan.

    But it may be that you are unwilling to do so, or you may not want to believe it.  He always suppressed the fear in his heart, pretended to be crazy, and tried his best to "debate" with Demon Emperor Ji.  Because apart from pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, he didn't know what else could do to eliminate the fear in his heart.

    When Yang Lingtian returned, the strength formed under the oppression of fear collapsed instantly, and the suppressed emotions finally burst out.

    "Silly boy, why are you crying?" Yang Lingtian smiled softly and said softly.

    "Many brothers are dead." The fat man cried more and more.  "The most outrageous thing is, that guy also said you are dead."

    Yang Lingtian took a breath and waved his hand gently: "Okay, don't cry anymore. When I come back, the blood debt will naturally be repaid with blood. Today, the life of a brother from my nine clans will be paid with the blood of ten demon clans tomorrow.  Come and wash yourself." The cold breath spread, and the Zhuanlun Sword buzzed and flew back.

    The Demon King woke up suddenly, and the monster formed by the black cloud above his head roared crazily.

    However, how can the shining fire compete with the bright moon?

    The gray sword energy passed by, and the monster formed by the dark clouds was like fragile glass, cracking gently.

    Yang Lingtian glanced at the panicked Demon Clan ancestor.  "Brother Ximen, help me count. If the nine clans lose a brother, I will first use the Demon Emperor's body to bear the Hundred Swords as interest."

    "OK"

    Fatty Ximen¡¯s face turned red as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

    "One sword is still short of two thousand one hundred and ninety-nine"

    "The difference between the two swords is two thousand one hundred and ninety-eight."

    "Three swords"

    Every time Ximen Wuji shouts excitedly, a bright red blood flower will bloom in the air.

    Yang Lingtian seemed like the coldest god of death in the world, and the sword in his hand fell again and again without any hesitation.

    Yang Lingtian is like this. His relatives and friends are his enemies. If anyone touches him, he will instantly become the coldest demon.

    The Demon King seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, his eyes were dull and his body moved stiffly to the side.

    Unconsciously, Demon King Ji retreated to the cliff in the distance.

    At this moment, he who had not resisted suddenly made a move. Looking at the sword energy shooting towards his left hand, he gritted his teeth and tore off his left arm.

    Ximen Wuji stared.  "You don't have to do this if you hurt yourself, right? This guy was beaten stupid?"

    Young Master Ximen¡¯s doubts did not last long.

    Because, Yang Lingtian's sword energy lost its target, and when it landed lightly on the stone wall behind Demon Emperor Ji, a terrifying aura suddenly spread out from the stone wall.

    Demon King Ji jumped up suddenly as if he had taken stimulants, with a crazy look on his face: "Haha, don't you want to kill me? Let's all die together. Let me tell you, this is the holy land of my demon clan. If it is attacked by an external force, it will explode with powerful energy."  The power destroys everything around it."

    "Yang Lingtian, although I don't know why you can come back after entering the void space, but once the destructive power here breaks out, you will definitely not be able to withstand it."

    The smell of terror is getting heavier and heavier.  A strange purple pentagonal pattern quietly formed in the sky. It began to rotate gently as soon as it was formed, suppressing Ximen Wuji and others until they could not move. It also slowly descended with the power of crushing the heaven and earth.

    At this time, the Demon Emperor became more and more excited, dancing with disheveled hair, like a hysterical madman: "Back then, a master of our Demon Clan who was in the early stage of the God King once wanted to use force to open this place, but in the blink of an eye he was able to open it.  Then it disappeared into ashes. I think your cultivation level should only be at the peak of Taishen or the early stage of God King. Haha, so what if you can come back from the void space, don't you want to die? Hum, you still want to stab me with a thousand swords, come on, haha."

    "Even if the power of destruction here breaks out, you will still be punished by a thousand swords." Yang Lingtian glanced at him coldly, stretched out his hand and shot out a soft white light, firmly imprisoning the Demon Emperor.

    Immediately, a gust of cold wind blew by, and a small translucent tree of ice and snow floated out from the body. When it fell to the ground, it immediately grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a towering tree, holding the purple pattern in the air.

    Ximen Wuji said coldly: "What kind of bullshit is the power of destruction that can kill the God King instantly? I don't think it's more than that." Although the power that enveloped him wasThe pressure still existed, but after all, Yang Lingtian had already held back the terrifying thing without moving his hands.

    Nangong Yan glanced at the scene in the sky and shook her head worriedly: "It's not that simple. Mr. Yang's ice and snow tree should be the essence of the power of one world. Unfortunately, that world seems to only focus on the power of cold.  The five elements are incomplete, and even Young Master Yang¡¯s sacred tree is not stable, but the purple pattern in the sky is a real power that can destroy a world. Over time, Young Master Yang¡¯s sacred tree will definitely not be able to support it.¡±

    "Click"

    As if responding to Nangong Yan's words, just as her voice fell, the sound of an object breaking suddenly came out.  A clearly visible crack appeared on the trunk of the translucent sky tree.  At the same time, the space that had just stabilized a little began to become turbulent again.  The purple pattern in the air dropped half an inch, and Ximen Wuji and others felt their bodies sink, and they suddenly sat down heavily.

    "Ask God what is missing"

    Yang Lingtian waved his hand, and among the Wentian Nine Swords, he took action again with the last sword that he could not control yet.

    It still only has its form.

    But for the Nine Swords of Wentian, which can make heaven and earth easier, they can barely cope with this scene with only one form.

    The turbulent space suddenly became quiet.  .  .  Absolute stillness, one cannot even feel the stillness of the heartbeat.

    The cracks on the ice and snow tree slowly healed.  Yang Lingtian raised his palm slightly, and the purple pattern that had lowered a bit was raised a bit.

    A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Yang Lingtian's mouth, and the black and white wings formed by the fusion of the two mandala artifacts were exposed from behind. At the same time, he quickly flew up and stood on the top of the ice and snow sacred tree, with his long silver hair fluttering in the wind.  .  The Zhuan Lun Sword in his hand pointed directly at the purple pattern suspended in the sky.

    Since the ice and snow divine tree cannot stop the coming of the destructive power, then use two mandala artifacts and your own immortal body that is fused with two drops of the Queen's essence and blood to resist. As long as you don't fall, Ximen will be able to resist it.  The place where Wuji, Nangongyan and others are is always a safe haven without risk.

    The tree of ice and snow shimmered with clear brilliance, reflecting each other's white hair and the milky white halo of Yang Lingtian's artifact.  The surrounding turbulent space gradually stabilized, but the tangled pressure of several forces made the thirty-mile radius have no magic, and it seemed like a dull world of death.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Nangong Yan finally sighed softly.

    "What's wrong?"

    Ximen Wuji turned his head and looked at Nangong Yan doubtfully.

    Although the current atmosphere was a bit boring, he couldn't understand what Yang Lingtian was doing.  But in his mind, since Yang Lingtian has taken action, all of this will not be a problem.

    "Actually, with Master Yang's strength, he can leave."

    Nangong Yan shook her head, with a look of helplessness on her face: "It's a pity that he chose to stay here for us, so he is trapped here?"

    As soon as Nangong Yan said these words, not only Ximen Wuji, but also Sun Ningyan became a little angry: "Does Senior Nangong think that Brother Yang can't handle this situation?"

    Although Nangong Yan is the most talented woman among the ancient gods, the facts are before us.

    Although there were signs of collapse of the Ice and Snow Divine Tree just now, Yang Lingtian used his sword, and the whole world seemed to respond. The Ice and Snow Divine Tree healed instantly, and the purple pattern was also raised a bit.  At this moment, with the power of the Mandala artifact, everything is not yet solved.

    "Can't Senior Nangong see that the surrounding space has stabilized and that if Brother Yang can use the sword just now, he can get out of trouble?"

    Sun Ningyan glanced at Nangong Yan sideways, as if to say, Senior Nangong, although you are knowledgeable, but after all, Brother Yang may have reached the realm of God King, so there may be some things you still can't see through.

    Nangong Yan smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Well, if Mr. Yang can use Wentian Heque again, then today's problem can indeed be solved. Unfortunately, that sword is beyond what Mr. Yang can bear now. He just barely used it  , has been injured by the backlash of the sword, and is absolutely unable to use it at this moment. And the worst thing is that now he is bearing most of the destructive power and has no time to recover. At most, it can only ensure that the injury will not worsen.  . However, the result is that the street will be here"

    Nangong Yan sighed softly.

    Thousands of miles away, when Yang Lingtian's sword energy fell on the blue stone wall, in the demon realm of the descendants of the demon clan, An Ye, who was drinking alcohol to drown his sorrows in despair, seemed to be awakened. He stood up suddenly and looked around.  Looking at the black sky, he randomly rose into the sky and flew quickly towards the tribe of the descendants of the gods.

    At the same time, the person sitting in the God Realm frowned slightly and looked at the sky. Then he quickly left his seat and flew towards the Demon Realm.

    "Miss Bai, do you feel that the holy land has been touched?" Halfway through, you can see far awayWhite shadows flew from everywhere, and An Ye immediately shouted loudly.

    "Yes." Bai Ling's face was also full of anxiety, completely losing his usual calm temperament.  "The restrictions of the Holy Land are closely related to us, how could I not feel it?"

    At this point, she seemed a little confused, frowned, and then continued: "But the strange thing is that I feel that the power of the Holy Land's destruction and restriction is at par with other forces. And the strangest thing is that  Yes, there seems to be the aura of Zhuanlun Sword confronting that destructive power, so I guess that maybe Yang Lingtian was not drawn into the void space at all that day, but we were blinded by something at that time."

    "hehe"

    Hearing what Bai Ling said, An Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled, and suddenly his face turned cold:

    "In that case, should we kill him now and use the Zhuanlun Sword to open the forbidden area?"

    As he spoke, the man also turned into a flowing shadow and shot into the distance.

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