Chapter 782 The Sword in the Ruined Temple

The battle between Deadwood and Wenren lasted for three days and three nights. The sky and the earth were dim, and the sun and moon had no light.

Although Ye Xuan's skills were now disabled, he had no intention of giving up and rushed to the battlefield to see the battle.

Wenren refused to let him go and was severely injured by the dead tree, and fled back to Tianmen.

"So strong, that dead tree is in Emperor Xuan City, and it doesn't even show its true abilities!"

Duan Ziyun sighed after seeing it, but Xuan Xiao's face turned even more ugly.

"I'm afraid, it's not even his true strength now!"

Ye Xuan frowned, wondering how powerful that dead tree was.

"The entire Emperor Xuan City fell on him, but it didn't hurt him, what do you think?" Duan Ziyun said to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan fell silent.

But as for the Seven Saints, the failure of hearing others' disobedience also confirmed their determination to use: the Sealing Heaven Formation.

"The Sealing Heaven Formation was used last time when Po Jun was seriously injured. Now his skills are even more powerful than before. He is afraid of us..."

Now the Seven Saints are also in trouble.

After Ye Xuan saw Wen Ren refusing to give in to Dead Wood's battle, he suddenly understood that the Twelve Yamas and those real minions were inferior, and his own power was so insignificant.

Moreover, after these few days of fighting with monsters, the Twelve Yamas have already killed three people.

The strength of the monster is so powerful.

Many of the city-states that came to rescue them were all destroyed before they even came to Tianmen.

In this world, eight city-states were lost overnight.

"There is no hope of salvation in the Central Plains. It seems that I am a step too late. Tianmen cannot do anything. It seems that I have to get up and return to Yunhuang. Maybe it will be another catastrophe!" Xuan Xiao can only return to the Sword Master. Door, I don’t know what the scene is like in Yunhuang now.

"Let's go. It seems we can only live our own lives!" Duan Ziyun has lost hope in this world and can only live one day at a time.

But these days, although Ye Xuan has not received any information from the system, there is always a voice echoing in his mind, what does it mean, especially in dreams, but he is going to a place.

At first I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but after the sound came to Tianmen, it became more obvious.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Xuan made up his mind to follow the voice in his head.

Beside a fire, Ye Xuan suddenly said: "If you go back, take Mr. Duan and these two children with you!"

When Duan Ziyun heard this, he immediately said: "City Lord, what about you?"

"I still have things to do, and I'm leaving now!"

"Where are you going?" Xuan Xiao said after taking a sip of wine.

Ye Xuan didn't know, it might be a long way, or it might be just ahead.

"Okay, let's just say goodbye!" After saying that, he packed up his things and left.

This world will not be destroyed so easily.

Duan Ziyun wanted to stop him, but Xuan Xiao stopped him first: "Let him go, maybe this is an opportunity!"

"Now that all the kilometers have been lost, he is already an ordinary person. Let him go alone!"

"It's okay, he is different from us!"

Xuan Xiao was the first person to survive after casting the Heaven-shaking Seal. It was said that there was only half the chance, but Ye Xuan was the lucky one.

That day, Kumu and his men resisted the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Seven Saints of Tianmen. However, they were not as lucky as last time. Kumu was victorious, but the army of monsters also retreated. Tianmen got a temporary respite.

The failure of the Seven Saints was a big event, and it also let the world know that the power of Tianmen was actually much more than that.

"The world is over, Deadwood got what he wanted!"

On the way to Yunhuang, Xuan Xiao suddenly said to Duan Ziyun, but Duan Ziyun didn't know what he was talking about.

"what!"

Xuan Xiao stopped talking any more. This might reveal the secret, or he would be struck by five thunders!

"Hurry up and follow me back to the Sword Saint Sect. I can only ask my master to come forward. Maybe he can find a way!"

The four of them hurried on their way.

On this day, it rained heavily and they had to spend the night in a ruined temple.

"Brother, I'm scared!" Suddenly thunder roared from the sky, and Long Er was so frightened that he ran into Long Zhan's arms.

"Long Er is not afraid, he has a brother!"

At this time, both Xuan Xiao and Duan Ziyun were asleep, and only Long Er was awakened. This is a Rakshasa ghost temple. The sculptures here are all evil gods Rakshasa. When lightning flashes across, their ferocious faces become extremely bright. Long Er went further into Long Zhan's arms.

Long Zhan was only seven or eight years old, and he was extremely scared, but for the sake of his sister, he suppressed his fear at a young age, pulled down the yellow curtains on both sides, and with his small body He climbed up to the altar with difficulty, trying to cover the statue.

But his foot slipped and he fell directly from above. The candlestick cut his arm and it bled.

"Brother...brother...brother..."

Long'er's worried cry woke up both Xuan Xiao and Duan Ziyun. They looked at Long Zhan who was bleeding profusely and grabbed his arm tightly.

"So careless!" Duan Ziyun quickly treated him, but Xuan Xiao watched Long Zhan's blood flow to the ground.

The blood did not solidify and flowed into a crack.

There must be some secret underneath.

Boom!

A thunder exploded, and the wind blew open the yellow curtain that Long Zhan was trying to cover. The sculpture's Rakshasa eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were alive. Xuan Xiao looked at the place where the eyes saw. A loose floorboard.

"What's wrong?" Duan Ziyun asked.

"have no idea!"

I could only go over and take a look. The loose floorboard was lifted open with a little force, and an extremely thin sword was inserted inside.

The dragon's blood flowed on it, and it drank it all.

Xuan Xiao took out the sword. It was thinner than ordinary swords, and it was much thinner. It seemed that it was inserted very deep. When Xuan Xiao put his hand on it, he couldn't feel any strength at all. , pulled it out hard, and a lot of dust flew up, making people choke on it.

The Sword Master is very particular about the fate with the sword. If he meets her in a place like this, it must be her fate, but it is obviously not his.

At this time, Xuan Xiao's eyes fell on Long Zhan.

Could it be his?

Xuan Xiao swung it twice, and it was very heavy. The feeling was a bit like when he first came into contact with the dead wood's black iron sword. It took a long time of practice before he could use it.

Xuan Xiao glanced at Long Zhan, drew his sword, put it in his hand, and asked.

"What a feeling!"

“So light, so cool!