Chapter 524: Successor of the Dark Wise Sovereign

In the distance, one after another figures came from the sky, at an extremely fast speed, and those who were chasing Ye Futian arrived one after another.

The Void Battleship in the world and Yan Jiu from the Juggernaut Villa are the fastest, and behind them are the top influential figures, looking coldly at Ye Futian in the ruins.

They were actually being manipulated by a person in the heavenly realm.

Ning Huang stepped forward, still extremely domineering, his body bathed in brilliance, like a god.

All eyes are on the ruins. These top-level people have powerful backgrounds, so they know something that other people don't know. They have been sending people to keep an eye on Ye Futian, and wait for him to collect the holy order, but directly After all, in their view, the real opponent is not Ye Futian at all, but they are competing with each other. How can a person in the realm of heaven open the ruins under their noses?

However, Ye Futian did not open the relics himself, and the person who opened the relics in the end still gave him the relics.

They were born to be the favored children of heaven, and they have never been teased like this before, especially Ning Huang, who is such a character, was teased to snatch an ordinary ring.

Raising their heads, Ning Huang and the others looked at the incomparably huge phantom of the God of War, Yan Prison City, which should be the sages of the Holy Palace who sat on the Holy Road, leaving inheritance here for future generations to practice and inherit.

Many of the great relics in the holy road are left by the ancestors of the most holy Taoist palace. Those sages in the Taoist palace are all generous people. , Ordinary people probably don't know the meaning of the Holy Road.

"In the past, anyone who gave me the sacred order can enter the ruins to practice, and those who have not handed in the holy order are not allowed to enter without permission." Ye Futian stood in the middle of the phantom, and spoke loudly, the voice spread throughout the void, and moved towards the distant place. Spreading everywhere, the hearts of those who came on the road trembled, especially those who had handed over the sacred order, they were extremely surprised.

Ye Futian, he succeeded, opened the great ruins, and is ready to fulfill his promise.

This time, he didn't intend to let everyone in the holy road comprehend the relics as before, but only let those who had handed over the holy decree, so that those who wanted to covet the relics behind but refused to pay, They lost the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. They all knew that there were too many people like this, and they thought that if they didn’t hand over the sacred decree, it would be the same as before. Ye Futian broke the ruins, and then everyone can practice. They just need to follow Ye Futian.

Obviously, this time they were wrong.

One after another figures walked towards the ruins, all of them were practitioners who had handed over the holy order before.

However, at this moment, above the void, I saw Yan Jiu pointing his finger at the void, and in an instant, a terrifying sword intent flowed between the heaven and the earth, and thousands of sword lights floated above the void, clanging and screaming, bursting out with astonishing destructive power.

Everyone stared at Yan Jiu. This enchanting character from the Sword Saint Villa stepped out. The terrifying sword intent moved with his body, and the surrounding space became extremely oppressive. He stared at Ye Futian, then raised his hand and struck out. Suddenly, the endless sword intent gathered at one point, turning into an unparalleled sword light, crossing the void, and killing Ye Futian in the ruins.

The howling sound of the sword was ear-piercing, and the sword intent was extremely terrifying. It was ignored by this sword intent from a very long distance, and it stabbed Ye Futian's body straight away.

In the ruins, strands of flames flowed down, instantly enveloping the sharp sword that had been slaughtered, and the incomparably bright and sharp sword burned up, but it still moved forward, but it was melted into nothingness little by little.

Yan Jiu still didn't give up, he continued to move forward, and behind him appeared a terrifying phantom, the sword intent was overwhelming, as if the sword master had come to the world, the spiritual energy of the heavens seemed to resonate with his body, turning into sword intent and flowing, howling in the vast and endless void .

Thousands of sword intents, falling down, killed Ye Futian's body. Ye Futian looked up at the sky, and saw the sword qi criss-crossing. Beside, Xiao Junyi played the flute, and the light of the melody collided with the sword intent like lightning, and they were annihilated and shattered together.

Many people looked at Xiao Junyi, the melodious sound of the flute turned into a terrifying melody storm, getting stronger and stronger, strands of terrifying air currents of melody flowed around his body, and the next moment, the melody rushed directly to him without any sign. Into Ye Futian's spiritual will.

The melody was invisible, there was not even any prelude when he attacked, and even the moment Ye Futian was attacked, no one under the ruins noticed.

But that voice directly turned into an attack of spiritual will, raging in Ye Futian's spiritual will, Xiao Junyi's body was still facing the direction where Yan Jiu was, with a melancholy and handsome appearance.

At this moment, in the world of Ye Futian's spirit and will, a series of terrifying lights of rhythm entered, as if turning into a terrible light of darkness, raging crazily, destroying his spirit and will power, he felt icy cold all over his body, he thought it was a relic Turn it on, and you can wait for your cultivation to improve, but you never thought that here, there is still a fatal blow waiting.

While he was scheming against the heavenly heroes of the Holy Road, there were also people who were scheming against him all the time, waiting for this final fatal blow to plunder all his achievements.

There seemed to be terrifying dead gray air currents in the melody. In an instant, Ye Futian only felt his spirit and will crazily collapsed. Before he could even use the power of the relics, the terrible dead gray air flow invaded his whole body, and his face instantly turned black. , and spread toward the body.

"what happened?"

At this time, everyone saw the strange look on Ye Futian's body and suddenly froze, and then they saw a terrifying invisible rhythmic storm enveloped Ye Futian, as if to isolate Ye Futian's body from the ruins.

"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 very scary. How could such a person be willing to be used by Ye Futian? Like them, it's hidden deep enough.

Yi Xiaoshi stepped forward in an instant, and the extremely sharp golden branches and leaves swept out, like terrifying spears stabbing out one by one.

Xiao Junyi was still playing the long Xiao, but at the same time, a dark radiance was shining, attacking along with the rhythm, the branches, leaves and vines that Yi Xiaoshi attacked turned black in an instant, and then withered, lifeless, Lose attack power.

"Aura of death."

Many people's hearts trembled violently when they saw this scene. They thought of those people who died inexplicably in the palace, and it turned out to be him!

Their hearts trembled. Xiao Junyi was handsome, extraordinary, with top-notch cultivation and talent. He was recommended by others to guard Ye Futian, but this Xiao Junyi had a terrifying other side.

"Necromancer." Those 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 spirit of necromancy swept through his body, trying to deprive him of his vitality. The spiritual will attack made him unable to communicate with the relics, and was gradually eaten away.

But at this time, there were terrible rays of light flowing around Ye Futian's body, and the black air flow disappeared from his face little by little. 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 engulfed the body, burning all the will of the undead, and then opened his eyes, and the icy flames shot at Xiao Junyi from the pupils. In Xiao Junyi's mind, Xiao Junyi snorted and his body was shaken back. He put down Chang Xiao and glanced at Ye Futian. There was a mysterious force guarding the opponent's spiritual will, which caused him to fail.

In an instant, a terrifying air flow of flames swept out and submerged towards Xiao Junyi, only to see a black smoke appearing around Xiao Junyi's body, lifeless, and frantically fled towards the distance, but the air flow of flames still caught up and burned it When he got up, the dark smoke burst and turned into ashes. In the distance, Xiao Junyi's body floated down. He was still Mr. Pianpian, outstanding.

Xiao Junyi glanced at Ye Futian, his expression was the same as usual, although he failed, he still looked calm, turned around, and then floated back, ready to leave.

"Who are you, Dark Lord?" Xia Hou stepped forward, looking at Xiao Junyi, it seemed that Xiao Junyi was not wronged at all when he blocked him before.

Xiao Junyi ignored it, and still walked away. Xiahou stepped out, raised his palm, and suddenly the endless fires floated in the void. Xiao Junyi, who was facing away from him, took out the long flute and played it again. In the distance, there were figures flying into the air. Get up and go straight to Xiahou.

Xiahou frowned slightly, waved his palm, and the Ruins Fire burned out, covering those figures, but saw that these figures continued to kill him as if they had no feeling.

"Undead." Xiahou's face was livid, and he raised his palm to grab the approaching figure. The huge palm print of Ruins Fire burned everything, and burned the killed figure into nothingness. However, Xiao Junyi's body had already gone away, and he seemed to have no interest at all. fight him.

"To control the undead, it must be the successor of the dark sage. It seems that the generation of Huangzhou will not be peaceful." Bingyi on the void battleship said, Ning Huang, Yan Jiu, Yuan Zhan and others are all evil characters .

Now, there is another descendant of the dark sage, the dark sage is cold and withdrawn, and the number of people who died in his hands is unknown. There are too many big figures who want to destroy him, but those who dare to do it will often be miserable. Now the dark sage It is already a terrifying existence that ranks high on the Huangtian list.

Even Ye Futian's talent is very strong, but his realm is a little weaker, and this holy road is as strong as clouds.

Moreover, this is only one of the nine holy roads. Chen Road has not been the most favored holy road.

What kind of scene will it be when they walk out of Chen Road and gather in the Palace of the Most Holy Path, where the nine holy roads gather?

However, although Ye Futian temporarily got the ruins, he can't do anything to him, but he is undoubtedly playing with fire. Even if the ruins can improve his strength, what about after that? Is it possible to reach the sky in one step?

After teasing Ning Huang and others, Ye Futian has no way to survive. Even if he is extremely talented, he may still die on the road to death.

"What's the point of dying here even though you've improved your realm? Let's go." Bingyi glanced at Ye Futian lightly, turned and left!