In the distance, figures came from the air, with extremely fast speeds. It was the people who were chasing Ye Futian who arrived one after another.

The void warship in the world, Yan Jiu from Sword Saint Villa, they were the fastest, and behind them were top figures of power, looking at Ye Futian in the ruins with cold eyes.

They were actually played with by a person in the realm of heaven in the palm of their hands.

Ning Huang walked forward and was still extremely domineering, his body was bathed in glory, like a god.

Everyone's eyes were all looking at the ruins. These top forces had strong backgrounds, so they knew something that others didn't know. They kept sending people to stare at Ye Futian, waiting for him to collect the holy order, but intercept it directly. In their opinion, the real opponent was not Ye Futian at all, but they were competing with each other. How could a person in the heavenly realm open a ruin under their noses?

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

They were born to be a pride of heaven and had never been teased like this, especially Ning Huang. What a person he was actually teased to steal an ordinary ring.

He raised his head and looked at the extremely huge shadow of the God of War. Yanyu City should have been the ancestors of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace that year, sitting on the holy road, leaving behind the inheritance for future generations to practice and inheritance.

Many of the great relics in the holy road are left by the ancestors of the Supreme Holy Dao Palace. Those sages of the Taoist Palace are all generous people. After their death, they are willing to transform into soil, nourish their descendants, and become part of the holy road. Ordinary people may not know the meaning of the holy road.

"In the past, anyone who gave me the Holy Order can go to the ruins to practice. Those who did not give me the Holy Order will not enter without permission." Ye Futian stood in the middle of the phantom, spoke loudly, and the sound spread throughout the void and spread to the distance. The hearts of those who were rushing to the road were trembling, especially those who had given the Holy Order, which was extremely surprised.

Ye Futian, he succeeded, opened the large ruins, and was ready to fulfill his promise.

This time, he did not intend to let everyone on the holy road understand the ruins as before, but only those who have handed over the holy orders. In this way, those who have tried to covet the ruins but are unwilling to give will lose the opportunity to take advantage of the troubled waters. They all know that there are too many such people, who believe that if they don’t handed over the holy orders, they will be the same as before. Ye Futian will break the ruins, and then everyone can practice. They just need to follow Ye Futian.

Obviously, this time they were wrong.

One by one, the figures walked towards the ruins, all of whom were practitioners who had given holy orders before.

However, at this moment, Yan Jiu pointed his finger at the void above the void. In an instant, a terrifying sword intent flowed between the sky and the earth, and thousands of sword lights were suspended in the void, and they burst out with a stern and shocking destructive power.

Everyone stared at Yan Jiu. The demonic figure of the Sword Saint Villa stepped out. The terrifying sword intent moved with his body, and the surrounding space became extremely depressing. He stared at Ye Futian with his eyes, then raised his hand and shot it out. Suddenly, the endless sword intent gathered at one point, turned into an unparalleled sword light, crossing the void, and killing Ye Futian in the ruins.

The sword roared and the sword intent was extremely terrifying. It was ignored by the sword intent and stabbed Ye Futian's body.

In the ruins, a stream of flames fell down, instantly wrapping the sword that was coming to kill. The extremely dazzling sharp sword burned up, but it still moved forward, but it was melted into nothingness bit by bit.

Yan Jiu still did not give up. He continued to step forward, and a terrifying phantom appeared behind him. The sword intent was surging, as if the sword saint was coming to the world. The spiritual energy of the heavens seemed to resonate with his body, turned into sword intent and flowing, roaring in the vast and endless void.

Thousands of sword intents fell down and rushed towards Ye Futian's body. Ye Futian looked up at the sky and saw the sword energy scattered. Ye Futian looked cold, but at this moment, a sound of a flute came out. Beside Ye Futian, Xiao Junyi played the flute sound, and the light of the rhythm collided with the sword intent like lightning, and it was annihilated and shattered together.

Many people looked at Xiao Junyi, and the sound of the flute turned into a terrible rhythm storm, getting stronger and stronger. Strands of terrible rhythm air flowed around his body. The next moment, the rhythm rushed directly into Ye Futian's spiritual will without any warning.

The music was invisible and there was no prelude when he attacked. Even the moment Ye Futian was attacked, no one below the ruins noticed it.

But the voice turned into a mental will attack, raging in Ye Futian's spiritual will. Xiao Junyi's body was still facing the direction where Yan Jiu was, with a melancholy temperament and extraordinary handsomeness.

At this moment, Ye Futian's spiritual will world, terrifying musical lights rushed in, as if they turned into terrible dark lights, raging wildly, destroying his spiritual will power. He felt cold and utterly cold all over his body. He thought that the ruins would be opened and he could wait for his cultivation to improve, but he never expected that there would be a fatal blow waiting here.

While he was plotting against the geniuses of the Holy Road, there were also people who had been plotting against him, just waiting for this last fatal blow to directly plunder all his achievements.

There seemed to be a series of terrible dead gray airflows in the rhythm. In an instant, Ye Futian felt his mental will collapse wildly, and he didn't even have time to use the power of the ruins. The terrible dead gray airflow invaded his whole body, and his face instantly turned black and spread towards his body.

"What's going on?"

At this time, everyone saw the strange expression on Ye Futian's body suddenly solidified, and then they saw a terrifying invisible rhythmic storm covering Ye Futian, as if they were trying to isolate Ye Futian's body from the remains.

"Xiao Junyi."

Everyone's eyes fell on the handsome and melancholy figure. Xiahou showed a cold smile when he saw this scene. Before he fought with Xiao Junyi, he felt that this person was very terrible. How could such a person be willing to use it for Ye Futian? It turned out that like them, he was hiding deep enough.

Yi Xiaoshi took a step forward in an instant, and the extremely sharp golden branches and leaves swept out, like terrible spears stabbing out.

Xiao Junyi was still playing Changxiao, but at the same time, a dark ray of light shone out, attacking with the rhythm. The branches, leaves and vines attacked by the Little Lion turned black in an instant, and then withered, without any vitality, and lost their attack power.

"The Aura of the Dead."

Many people's hearts trembled violently when they saw this scene. They remembered the inexplicable deaths of the palace. It turned out to be him!

They were trembling inside. Xiao Junyi was extremely handsome, with outstanding temperament, and excellent cultivation and talent. They were recommended by others to protect Ye Futian. However, Xiao Junyi had another terrible side.

"Neon Master." The top figures all showed surprise and looked at Xiao Junyi. The sound of the flute was still the same. Ye Futian's face turned completely black. The necromancer's aura swept across his body, trying to deprive him of his vitality. At the same time, the spiritual will attack formed by the music made him unable to communicate even the remains and was eaten up little by little.

But at this moment, terrible light flowed around Ye Futian's body, and the black airflow disappeared from his face little by little. At the same time, in his spiritual will, Xiao Junyi felt a sacred force guarding him and could not be eroded and destroyed.

"Boom." The terrifying flame will wrap around the body, burning out all the will of the dead. Then he opened his eyes, and the cold flame shot towards Xiao Junyi in his pupils. The remains rioted, and a terrifying flame will light rushed into Xiao Junyi's mind. Xiao Junyi groaned and his body was shrunk. He let go of Changxiao and looked at Ye Futian. There was a mysterious force in the other party's spiritual will, which led to his failure.

In an instant, a terrifying flame airflow swept out and turned towards Xiao Junyi's submersion. However, a black smoke appeared around Xiao Junyi's body, with death breath leaping wildly and fleeing to the distance. However, the flame airflow still caught up and burned it. The dark smoke exploded and then turned into ashes. In the distance, Xiao Junyi's body floated down, and it was still a handsome young man, outstanding.

Xiao Junyi glanced at Ye Futian, and his expression was as usual. Although he failed, he still seemed calm and gentle. He turned around and retreated, ready to leave.

"Who is Dark King? " Xiahou stepped forward and looked at Xiao Junyi. It seemed that it was not unfair to be blocked by Xiao Junyi before.

Xiao Junyi ignored it and still walked away. Xiahou stepped out and raised his palm. Suddenly, the endless fire of ruins floated in the void. Xiao Junyi, who was facing away from him, took out Changxiao and blew it again. In the distance, figures rose into the air and headed straight for Xiahou.

Xiahou frowned slightly, waved his palms, and the fire broke out and covered the figures, but he saw these figures as if they had no feeling and continued to kill towards him.

"Dead spirit." Xiahou's face turned ashen, he raised his palm and grabbed the coming figure. The Great Palm of the Ruin Fire destroyed everything and burned the slaying figure into nothingness, but he saw that Xiao Junyi's body had long gone away and seemed to have no interest in fighting with him.

"Control the dead spirit must be the successor of the Dark Sage Lord. It seems that the generation of Huangzhou will not be calm." Bing Yi on the Void Warship said, Ning Huang, Yan Jiu, Yuan Zhan and others were all demonic figures.

Now, there is the descendant of the Dark Sage King. The Dark Sage King is cold and withdrawn. There are countless people who die at his hands. There are too many big figures who want to destroy him. Anyone who dares to take action will often be miserable. Now the Dark Sage King is already a terrible existence on the top of the Wilderness List.

Even Ye Futian has a very powerful talent, but his realm is slightly weak, so this holy path makes him feel like a cloud of strong people.

Moreover, this is just one of the nine holy roads. Chen Road has never been the most favored holy road.

What kind of scene will it be when they walk out of Chen Road and gather in the Shisheng Dao Palace, and nine holy roads gather together?

However, although Ye Futian, who has obtained the ruins for the time being, could not do anything to him, he was undoubtedly playing with fire and burning himself. Even if the ruins can improve his strength, what will happen? Can he still reach the sky in one step?

After playing with Ning Huang and others, Ye Futian still has a way out. Even though he is talented, he may still die in the Saint Road.

"Although I have improved my realm, I have lost my life here. What's the point? Let's go." Bingyi glanced at Ye Futian indifferently and turned around and left!
Chapter completed!