In the vast battlefield, everyone stopped fighting and their eyes were all looking at Ye Futian.

A strong man in the holy realm overcomes the disaster of the holy way and attacks contain the rules of the great way.

Zhisheng, Zhisheng Cliff Holy Lord, has reached the second realm of the Saint Path Ladder, and is unfathomable and ranks thirty on the holy list. Therefore, no one would have thought Zhisheng would exchange his life with Ye Futian.

The blood-colored palm print covered the sky. Under the gaze of countless gazes, the village chief's body that continued to move downwards. The sky seemed to collapse under the palm print. The blood stained Zhisheng's palm red, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and life and death were all put aside. What were these injuries?

Before death, at least the Supreme Saint Dao Palace must be buried with you.

Kill Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Yaya and Hua Jieyu, whether it is next or in the future, the Tao Palace will be destroyed.

Under that palm print, Ye Futian and the others seemed particularly small. Even though they almost all had the invincible power of the Saint, the person who wanted to kill them was the real Saint.

They saw the tremendous power of Yu Sheng, the ponytail that Yaya had tied to scatter and her long hair was flying, and they also saw Hua Jieyu transform into the queen, wanting to support the hanging palm print with strong thoughts.

Of course, they also saw the unparalleled light released by Ye Futian. The ultimate light that had been deliberately concealed before was like an emperor, swaying upwards, blending into the halberd of time and space and assassinating out, as if to penetrate the sky.

"boom."

A dull sound came out, and the blood-colored palm seal came down.

Yaya held the holy sword in her hand, and her palm prints blasted down, and her long hair was flying wildly. The endless sword intent was shattered, and the endless sword intent even rolled back and pierced into her body.

Yu Sheng held the battle axe in both hands, and his body like a demon slashed the battle axe on the palm print. The battle axe was shaken away and hit his body, but he did not retreat. His body still stood up, his hands banging on the blood-colored palm print, trying to support him, a rumbling explosion sound came out, and his demon sculpting body continued to explode, and red blood flowed out.

Hua Jieyu's eyes were extremely strange, as if it no longer belonged to her. The phantom behind her merged with her body. An extremely terrifying storm of thought was born. He controlled all the power in this world and wanted to hold up the blood-colored palm print to prevent it from falling. The weak body was fearless at this moment, slapped out with both hands and blasted out with the storm.

"boom……"

The time and space halberd in Ye Futian's hand slammed out, and slammed into the middle of the palm print with endless power, trying to tear it apart, but it only tore a small gap, and the body seemed to be about to collapse, and all the internal organs seemed to be about to collapse.

The loud noise was still there, and the power of the Great Dao suppressed it, but the power of the blood-colored palm print had been weakened a lot. After all, the village chief turned into a sword and attacked the palm print, which naturally blocked part of the power.

But even so, it is still not enough.

Their bodies were all suppressed, and the crazy collapse of their bodies was destroyed, and blood was spit out from their mouths. Zhisheng did not want them to live at all.

Hua Jieyu looked at Ye Futian with strange pupils, with tears in her beautiful eyes. Then her body seemed to be burning, and her divine thoughts seemed to be burning. There was infinite power falling from the sky and merged into her body, and a force that did not belong to her at all bloomed out.

"I would like to use my body as a sacrifice to exchange for the Queen's thought."

A solemn and desperate voice came out, and Hua Jieyu seemed to have the power of the holy path, and even a ray of supreme imperial path pressure. Even her eyes seemed to have changed, full of gazes that were indifferent to everything, swept into the sky.

The divine thoughts are used as a sacrifice, and the queen's thoughts are exchanged for the thoughts. In the sky, the divine thoughts lead to the great disaster. Hua Jieyu's hands are still holding the palm prints. Her body is burning, and the divine thoughts seem to be burning, leading to the disaster of the heavenly way, and killing them upwards, splitting the blood-colored palm prints, tearing and smashing them apart.

"Go to die." Zhisheng roared angrily and continued to oppress, killing the group in front of him at all costs.

Yaya's body seemed to be torn apart by a sharp sword, and endless sword light burst out from her body. She turned around and looked at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, and murmured: "Brother, Yaya is leaving."

After the words came to her, an unparalleled sword light burst out with her body as the center. An endless sword-shaped pattern appeared on the palm print. An endless sword suddenly appeared on the sky. Even in the vast battlefield, the swords in the hands of countless sword cultivators were also roaring, flying out of their hands, and heading towards Yaya.

Countless people looked at this scene in horror, and felt their hearts tremble. In this moment, the powerful people in the Holy Realm finally arrived. Li Sheng and Jiang Sheng have arrived, and the holy power is everywhere.

But at this moment, the barefoot girl was flying wildly, and infinite sword intent was born in her body, and her body changed little by little. Even her face and her temperament were changing. Although she was still Yaya's face, she seemed to grow rapidly, mature, and full of sacred meaning. Her eyes looked at the saint in the void, with the spirit of indifference to the world and the cold murderous thought.

"boom……"

The palm print was finally shattered and exploded under the attack of the mind power and the sword energy. The endless sword in the sky returned to its original state, turning into a sword, and exhaling a sword light that killed everything.

The sword came out, Zhisheng's pupils dilated. The next moment, a sword light penetrated through his body, Zhisheng's body was directly shattered and turned into nothingness.

In an instant, the soul scattered, and the Holy Lord of Zhisheng Cliff completely turned into dust ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Then, the intent of the sword dissipated, and the girl's body floated down weakly. The holy sword flashed and appeared under the girl, lifted her body and slowly floated in the sky.

The village chief knelt on his knees and crawled in the void. Tears appeared in his old eyes. I don’t know whether it was because of Yaya’s disappearance, or for the return of his master, or both.

The body of the Yu Sheng fell from the void like a demon, and Ye Futian was the same. His body fell weakly, and blood was constantly spitting out. His eyes looked in the direction where Hua Jieyu and Yaya were, and his eyes were also filled with tears.

"No..." he whispered, his voice seemed a little hoarse, his heart hurt very much.

The reason why he felt sorry for Yaya back then and asked her to call her brother was actually that he had already guessed the ending of Yaya, which was a poor girl.

Now that speculation has become a reality, Yaya has disappeared. The person who replaced her may still be Yaya, or perhaps the once famous Void Sword Saint.

He looked at Jieyu, and his heart felt like it was about to crack.

Hua Jieyu's body was burning, as if it turned into nothingness little by little. Like him, she fell down powerlessly. She turned around with difficulty, and her strange eyes became clear, as if she had returned to herself. Her beautiful eyes had tears, but also had a bright smile.

Finally, should everything be over?

Zhisheng was killed, and all the saints rushed to Jiuzhou, no one could kill him anymore.

Isn't this a beautiful ending?

But the Emperor's will burn, and the Emperor Xia... I hope he can survive this disaster.

"Bang."

Ye Futian's body fell to the ground. He trembled and stretched out his hands, and caught Hua Jieyu's body falling down. Her body was light and dissipated little by little as if it had lost its weight.

"Explanation."

Ye Futian's heart was as painful as blood, and he looked up and shouted, "Senior Jiang Sheng."

Jiang Sheng looked at Xiakong and stood there silently, unable to turn the world back.

Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes were still smiling. She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Ye Futian's cheek, and said softly: "I can't be your emperor and queen."

"No." Ye Futian shook his head: "I don't agree."

Endless green light poured into Hua Jieyu's body, but it was useless at all and still could not stop her body from dissipating.

"Remember, you are not allowed to marry such a bad woman as me in the future. Your emperor and empress are women who make Jiu Tianshen lose their beauty." Hua Jieyu's illusory figure still smiled, but for some reason, she could not stop the tears from leaving behind.

"I promised you that the emperor and the empress can only be you."

"Fool." Hua Jieyu said softly: "But you have to promise me that you can't be bullied by her. In this world, I can only bully you."

"Only you can." Ye Futian burst into tears.

"Well, it feels very relaxed now, but why, I have no heart but still hurts so much. Will my soul cry?" Her body became more and more illusory, and gradually, it turned into a blurred shadow, but tears could still be seen on her face.

Endless halo surrounded Hua Jieyu's body and flowed towards the void. Hua Jieyu felt an invisible force calling her.

Is this the call of death?

"Promise me, I must live well." Her illusory figure floated towards the void.

"No..." Ye Futian stretched out his hand to grab it, but found that he could not grasp anything. He watched Hua Jieyu turn into a ray of light and head towards the sky.

Ye Futian's outstretched arms were trembling, and there was only endless despair in his eyes.

There was silence in the battlefield, and everyone looked at him.

In the void, there was a lotus lantern always burning. On the lotus lantern, a blurred figure appeared, which was so beautiful that it was suffocating. She looked at the desperate Ye Futian, and her pure and flawless face was covered with tears.

He looked up at the figure that was leaving, and her body was also burning, and then the endless lotus lantern chased towards the sky.

A wisp of Buddha lamp fell on Ye Futian's body, and a sound rang in his mind.

"A lamp in front of me is born because of fate, and is destroyed because of fate. I will protect her for you." Hua Qingqing's voice was soft. Ye Futian watched the Buddha's light leave in the sky. He was puzzled, and he felt his heart was like a knife.

"This battle ends here."

In the void, Xia Sheng's cold eyes swept towards everyone. Zhisheng violated the rules and severely injured Ye Futian and others. He should have been sentenced, but Zhisheng had already died.

"I don't agree."
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