Chapter 632: Covering the sky with a flick of the finger, inside Feitian Gate

Chapter 632: Covering the sky with a flick of the finger, inside Feitian Gate

In the Star Picking Tower.

The real person monk called Aunt Yun was already blood-thirsty at this moment.

She took out a magic weapon like a silver needle in her hand, pointed with one hand, and the silver needle was like a flash of lightning. Countless people had fallen and became corpses.

Her figure shuttled through the crowd, and every move was fatal. The silver needle in her hand was like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting one life after another.

Fortunately, Huo Bingshuang had the six-winged blood centipede to protect her, and the real person did not dare to approach.

She slowly moved her body to Yu Qingshan and Dong Feng, barely protecting the two. "This person is killing people here, why hasn't anyone come to rescue him yet."

Thinking of this, Huo Bingshuang looked up and glanced out the window, but this look made her heart sink.

The scene in front of her made her almost unable to breathe.

The world outside the Star Picking Tower seemed to have instantly turned into a Shura field, with countless powerful monks, dressed in black, holding magic weapons flashing cold light.

Reaping lives ruthlessly.

Every corner was filled with desperate cries and dying wails, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood, which was suffocating.

"A mysterious third-party force has infiltrated Kyoto, and it has become a mess. The strong men in the realm of the real person simply don't have the spare energy to come to the rescue."

"Not good, let's retreat quickly."

Huo Bingshuang barely controlled the six-winged blood centipede and headed for the distance.

But it was too late.

At this moment, a deafening roar came from the sky.

Like the roar of an ancient giant beast, it was terrifying.

The black clouds rolled, covering half of the sky, and a stream of extremely cold breath emerged from it.

"Escape?"

The real person laughed, and a Yellow Spring River rushed out of the black clouds behind him.

There was a faint green light inside, exuding a breath of death and coldness.

The Yellow Spring River flew behind her, emitting a wail like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the entire roof of the Zhaixing Building was broken by the huge force of the Yellow River, and it turned directly into nothingness.

However, at this moment, a low sound of footsteps broke the silence, as if something was slowly approaching from a distance.

The footsteps were far away at first.

But slowly, the sound became louder and louder, as if it broke through the space and arrived in an instant.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"Who?"

The man seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and looked around.

Although the man had not arrived yet, the amazing sense of oppression made her heart tremble constantly.

"I."

A very calm voice sounded, and a tall man in the distance, with an upright posture, flew outside the window of Zhaixing Tower.

He held a knife in one hand and a long sword in the other.

The blade and sword light flashed coldly in the sun.

His eyes were sharp, staring at the tall woman in a white robe opposite him like an eagle.

He exuded an inviolable aura.

The real person obviously did not expect that someone would suddenly appear. At this turbulent moment, there would be a free real person realm strongman.

His face changed slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"You, you are Ye Yang, who is good at both swords and knives?"

"I have seen you once before. At that time, you were still a young monk in the realm of warriors."

The man said in a deep voice, with some uncertainty in his tone.

Ye Yang raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.

Villains die because of their talkativeness.

Before the war, he had no intention of reminiscing about the past.

But he swung his sword directly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a slight sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the air.

In an instant, the world shook, and dark clouds gathered.

The entire Zhaixing Tower was shrouded in endless thunder and lightning.

Endless thunder and lightning rose with the sword energy.

Faced with such power, the man seemed to feel the threat of death and instinctively wanted to retreat.

However, its movements seemed unusually slow in front of the sword light.

The sword light was like a dragon, and the thunder and lightning were like a prison. Everything around was swallowed by the light of thunder and lightning, and instantly penetrated and enveloped her whole body.

Then in the thunder-like sword light.

A blood-red knife suddenly appeared, turning into a brilliant blood light, and attacked the woman in the midst of the sword light.

At this moment, there was a knife in the sword, and a sword in the knife, which made people dare not look directly at it.

This person did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly mobilized all his magic power, flipped his palms, and slapped out the air of shocking white clouds.

Trying to resist Ye Yang's attack.

However, in this terrifying sword and knife technique, all efforts were in vain.

I saw the sword light and the knife light intertwined, instantly tearing through her defense and hitting her vitals.

After a muffled sound, her figure flew backwards and hit the ground heavily, with blood gushing out of her mouth.

"How could it be, I am also a cultivator in the middle stage of Purple Mansion True Man, but I have no power to resist him."

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, and unprecedented fear surged in her heart.

At this moment, her whole body had been destroyed by the sword and knife energy, and she was soft all over, and had become a useless person.

Ye Yang held her in his hand with one hand, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Where have you seen me?"

"Want to know? I won't tell you."

She spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that she was seriously injured and beyond rescue, and was about to commit suicide on the spot.

But Ye Yang stretched out his finger and tapped her back three times, and at the same time, an indescribable breath of life was injected.

She actually felt that her injuries had healed a lot.

"I forgot to tell you that I am currently a fifth-level water forensic medicine master. It's easy to live in my hands, but it's not easy to die."

"You"

Seeing that this was not the right time to ask, Ye Yang knocked him out with a palm and prepared to interrogate him later.

At the same time, Ye Yang gently patted the corner of his clothes, turned around and looked at Huo Bingshuang, his eyes full of relief.

"In such a short time, you can skillfully use the six-winged blood centipede. You did a good job."

"No matter when and where, the disciples of my Feitian Sect must know how to protect each other."

Huo Bingshuang's eyes were slightly red when Ye Yang said this, and her gratitude was overflowing.

She has not yet broken through to the eighth level of the martial artist's jade liquid realm, and she is far from being a real person.

But even so, in order to protect Dong Feng and Yu Qingshan around her, she still dared to attack.

Even if she was seriously injured, she would not hesitate.

This spirit made Ye Yang quite satisfied.

Protecting the weak is a kind of morality.

And daring to swing the sword at the stronger is a kind of courage.

The latter, sometimes, is more rare than the former.

The capital of the Great Fortune Dynasty has now become a place of trouble.

Ye Yang, with Huo Bingshuang and the other two, was about to leave.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound was heard from the sky.

It seemed that something was about to appear.

Hearing this sound, he frowned slightly, turned his head, and quickly determined a direction.

"It is the location of the imperial tomb of the Great Fortune Dynasty."

Ye Yang activated his sword pupils, his eyes slightly opened, and countless golden-red sword beams appeared in his eyes, and the light rushed straight into the sky.

In his eyes, everything in front of the imperial tomb was exposed.

At this moment, accompanied by a huge rumbling sound.

A hole was blown in the majestic imperial tomb.

The spiritual energy that rushed into the sky gushed out.

A group of people surrounded the imperial tomb.

"There must be countless treasures inside."

This is a big demon hidden in the dark, from the demon country on the ground, shaped like a giant snake, but with four legs, and with the blood of the ancient Feiyi.

"Yes, the time has come. Ren Taxian was able to rise quickly and unify hundreds of countries. There must be some secrets, which may be hidden in this imperial mausoleum."

"We didn't catch up when the imperial mausoleum exploded last time. We can't miss it this time."

A neutral voice came out. This is a cultivator from the Nether Clan, whose cultivation is unfathomable.

Although his face is not clear, his eyes are like two deep black holes, which make people indulge in them unconsciously.

The person who spoke is also extraordinary.

"Damn it, you dare to disturb the rest of the Holy Emperor, you are looking for death!"

This is the tomb keeper of the Dayun Dynasty. He has terrible combat power and is a giant of a major cultivation sect. But later he was convinced by Ren Taxian.

Volunteered to be the tomb keeper.

At this moment, in the distance, there are more cultivators coming towards the imperial mausoleum.

More and more people.

"What is that."

At this moment, someone seemed to have discovered something and was extremely surprised.

At this moment

A giant hand stretched out from the cracks of the imperial mausoleum, covering the sky.

It was so big that it was beyond imagination, and so lifelike that the rough texture of the knuckles, the veins of the palm, and even the fine wrinkles on the edge of the nails were all clearly visible.

This giant hand appeared out of nowhere, covering the sky and the sun, with runes flowing on it, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it could easily crush everything. It seemed to be able to easily control the fate of all things in the world.

Its sudden appearance caused a dead silence around the imperial mausoleum.

At this moment, it suddenly emerged from the imperial mausoleum of the Great Fortune Dynasty.

Countless strong men flocked to it, looking forward to obtaining supreme opportunities and treasures from it.

However, at this moment, everything was blocked by this giant hand.

The giant hand was like a sign of doomsday, slowly clenched, covering the light of the sky, and shrouding everything below in shadow.

Countless practitioners, whether they were meditating on the top of the mountain, practicing swords by the stream, or studying ancient books in the thatched cottage, were stunned by this sudden change.

When the giant hand fell, the air seemed to solidify, and all the sounds were swallowed by this invisible pressure.

Then, a deafening roar sounded, and the earth began to shake violently, as if the whole world was shaking.

Each finger of the giant hand was like a pillar that crushed the world, and they hit the ground heavily.

It stirred up dust all over the sky, forming huge cracks that spread in all directions.

Those practitioners who had no time to react were as fragile as ants in the face of this irresistible force.

They were touched by the edge of the giant hand, their bodies twisted and deformed in an instant, and their bones made a cracking sound under the heavy load, and then they turned into a bunch of blurred flesh and blood, disappearing in the rolling dust.

The giant snake of the demon country on the ground, its huge body became as big as a hill. It roared angrily, coiled its body, and stood firmly on the ground with its four legs, trying to escape.

But it was crushed by this huge palm.

And the Netherworld Clan monk hidden in the darkness turned into dust silently.

Even the tomb keeper aged rapidly under this giant hand.

The originally young face was covered with wrinkles in an instant, and the hair turned from black to snow-white.

"For the peace of the Holy Emperor, all the costs are worth it."

However, he was not nervous at all, but looked fanatical and extremely excited.

At this moment, he slowly closed his eyes, and his body gradually turned into a piece of light, blending into the imperial mausoleum, as if he had become a part of this ancient mausoleum.

Ye Yang looked at the giant hand that covered the sky in the distance, and an unprecedented shock and fear surged in his heart.

Under the oppression of the giant hand, everything was easily destroyed as if it were made of paper.

The magnificent palace guarding the mausoleum and the powerful monks were now reduced to ruins.

In the devastation, only desperate shouts and shrill wails echoed in the air, but soon, these sounds were also buried in the dust and gradually returned to silence.

When everything finally calmed down, the giant hand slowly retracted the sky, leaving behind a devastated world.

The once vibrant valley has now become a ruin.

Is it the Dharma Real Person, or the Yuanshen Taoist?

Ye Yang didn't know, but he knew that even the Jiutian Zhenjun of the Jiutian Sect didn't give him such a terrifying feeling.

Facing such a terrifying power, going rashly is tantamount to sending oneself to death.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his curiosity and impulse, and turned to leave Kyoto.

He knew that caution can go a long way, but recklessness can only take a single step.

What he needed was a stronger strength. Only when he was strong enough, he would be qualified to explore the secrets hidden deep in the imperial mausoleum.

Soon, Ye Yang returned to Feitian Gate.

After leaving for a while, it was already late spring and early summer.

In the mountain gate of Feitian Gate, clouds and mists lingered, and the spiritual energy was rich. At dusk, the sky was full of red sunset clouds, and the setting sun was very pleasant.

Ye Yang looked from afar, like a fairyland.

He was holding a woman in his hand.