"This matter has been resolved. Lin Xuan, you can take your people and leave!" Li Ren said lightly. After saying that, his figure disappeared silently in the snow.
Although Li Ren has gone far, the pressure of the Spirit Emperor realm still lingers in everyone's hearts.
It was only at this moment that Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, smiled at Zi Mang and others: I, the Divine Seal Sect, will keep what happened today in mind, and in the future, if you have nothing to do, you can come to the Divine Seal Sect to talk about it!"
As soon as these words came out, those third-rate sects all had smiles on their faces.
After a moment of greetings, Lin Xuanruo gave Qing Jue and others a meaningful look, turned around, and left with Ling Yue and others.
This farce ended with the appearance of the Spirit Emperor realm warrior. Everyone who had hoped for a fight between the two sides sighed, having waited for so long in vain.
For a moment, the onlookers dispersed one after another, the sword light blazed, and the sword light in the void gradually disappeared into the floating island.
The unconventional sects below naturally did not dare to offend the Sword God Sect anymore, and they also retreated, leaving an area of several kilometers in radius to the Sword God Sect.
They knew that now that the three major ancient clans had returned to the Sword God Sect, the strength of the Sword God Sect would inevitably skyrocket, becoming no less than a second-rate sect.
The Qi Sword dissipated, and the fighting spirit in Jian Xue's eyes gradually dissipated. His gaze stayed in the direction where Li Ren disappeared, and murmured: "The Spiritual Emperor Realm is interesting!"
Jian Yu held the sword, glanced at Jian Xue, and whispered: "Then, I'll go back too!"
Hearing this, Jianxue nodded without saying anything, but Qingjue cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your help, Guizong!"
Jian Yu smiled and said nothing, turned around, cupped his hands in front of Wu Ling and others, and then left with Wan Yu Sword Sect and others.
For a time, there were only three ancient tribesmen left around, Wu Ling and others, and Jian Xue.
The snow started to fall again, and the broken ice was once again covered with a layer of snow.
Jue Lin raised his head and looked at the flying snow in the sky. He raised his right hand and pointed out. In an instant, the flying snow all around started dancing wildly. The dancing snow covered the figures of them and others.
Qing Jue turned around, looked at Jian Xin, and whispered: "Where is Wu Dai?"
When mentioning Five Generations, everyone's attention falls on Jian Xue.
Snowflakes streaked across Jian Xue's face. Jian Xue raised her head and said calmly: "He went to kill someone!"
"He went to kill someone!" Jian Xue's voice blended into the surrounding snow. It was not clear whether it was his voice that was cold or his words that were cold, but everyone felt a chill.
With a slight movement in his expression, Qing Jue remembered the killer Xuan Ren mentioned before, and also thought about Jian Xue and Ye Shaohan going to kill the alliance, and became more and more certain that the killer was Ye Shaohan.
"There are still three days until the battle between the sect masters of the inferior sects. If the fifth generation does not arrive before then, then the situation will be a bit serious!" Xuan Ren whispered as he looked at Jian Xue meaningfully.
"The sect master will definitely come!" Wu Ling chuckled, but his tone was extremely sure.
"Yes, I will!" Looking up at the sky, Lin Bing firmly believed that the sect leader would come from the vast world.
Now, Ye Shaohan has become the belief in the hearts of the five people in Chu Ge. They always believe that the sect master will not disappoint people, not before, not now, and not in the future.
"The Fifth Generation will definitely come!" Qing Jue raised his head and looked at the sky as well, but his heart was more filled with anticipation. After not seeing him for several months, is the Fifth Generation's strength becoming more terrifying?
In this vast white world, there was a call from Qing Jue and others, and this call seemed to have traveled through time and space and landed in Ye Shaohan's heart.
And far above the distant ice field, its weak sunlight spreads like flowing water, hitting the crystal clear ice sculptures.
Two days later, there were more and more ice sculptures on the ice field, and there were ice sculptures floating in the void. These ice sculptures were not only those of human warriors, but some were even monster beasts passing by.
Thousands of ice sculptures, the breath of death permeated them. The cold breath hovered in the sky, and this cold air forced back the sunlight.
All this while, Ye Shaohan kept his eyes closed, and the chill spread around him. But at this moment, strands of breeze emerged around him, blowing at the ice sculptures.
The winter snow is clearing at night, and the afterglow of the evening moon dyes the clouds in the sky like flames.
When Qing Jue and others inspired it, the Moon God mark on Ye Shaohan's eyebrows beat slightly, and a mysterious and mysterious wave filled Ye Shaohan's heart.
The spiritual energy within a few miles around also became violent and gathered in the sky above Ye Shaohan. The lifeless spiritual energy in the past seemed to be alive.
Ye Shaohan's mind sank into it, feeling the fluctuations of spiritual energy, the agility of the wind, the biting ice, the scorching heat of the fire, and the violent thunder.
"The ultimate in ice!" The snow fell and condensed into an ice sword that stuck on the ice.
Ye Shaohan was still immersed in the world of selflessness and did not notice the passage of time at all. On the contrary, Huo Qilin was anxious at the side. The competition had already begun, but the boy in front of him was still practicing.
Purple electric light appeared in vain beside Ye Shaohan, and hissing sounds could not be heard.
Boom! An electric light that penetrated the world appeared in vain at the horizon. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's closed eyes slowly opened.
The purple electric light shuttled through the clouds and mist like an electric snake, and its roar spread.
An oppressive aura condensed in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be enveloped by this aura.
Purple electric light fell in the depths of Ye Shaohan's dark eyes. Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the roiling electric snake in the sky.
The water vapor condensed together, the clouds became dense, and soon, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky and landed on the earth.
In the rain, the sunset seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and it looked hazy and not very real.
"The long-lost rain!" Ye Shaohan murmured to himself, stood up, and the rainwater fell away, hitting Ye Shaohan's slightly pale face.
"Is this the first rain of the year?" Ye Shaohan raised his right hand to hold the rain, but the rain was a bit biting.
The rain washed away everything in the world, wrapping the corpse that had turned into an ice sculpture.
"If you are given sword intent, then this rain will become sword rain!" Ye Shaohan's eyes condensed with a layer of mist.
A sword intent spread out, blending into the rain and the wind.
Ding ding! The rain was beating on the ice sculpture. It seemed that the ice sculpture could not bear the weight of the rain. In an instant, the ice sculpture broke into pieces.
Bang bang! Each ice sculpture broke into pieces, and pieces fell to the ice field.
There was no pungent smell of blood, no flash of blood, and death became much more sacred under the baptism of this rain, at least in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Ye Shaohan walked like this in the rain, his figure gradually being submerged by the rain.
The breeze blew, and the rainwater drifted with it. Ye Shaohan's figure gradually turned into nothingness, floating in the rain like the breeze.
"Did the wind carry the rain, or did the rain bury the wind?" Ye Shaohan muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming confused, and afterimages emerged around him.
The rain fell on these afterimages, passing by and splashing water.
In the end, more and more afterimages emerged in the rain.
Ye Shaohan was immersed in the wind, the rain, and felt the ethereal nature of the wind in the rain.
If I become the wind, you will become the rain! The sword intention condenses out, but this sword intention does not condense into the shadow of the sword, but condenses into drops of rain, and the rain falls on the ice sheet below.
The ice sheet couldn't bear the rain, so it broke into pieces, and the splashing water condensed into blooming snow lotuses.
The crystal clear snow lotus bloomed on the broken ice field, and Ye Shaohan walked among them quietly, and the whole world was quiet except for the sound of rain.
The electric snake was hovering in the sky. Ye Shaohan raised his head, stared at the electric snake, and murmured softly: "Transform into the wind!"
When the wind blew up, Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared strangely, and the afterimages that filled the sky turned into terrifying winds, which gathered together to form a tornado that penetrated the heaven and earth.
Death energy filled the air, and the tornado suddenly transformed into a roaring green dragon, but in the end, the green dragon dissipated silently.
Ye Shaohan's figure also appeared again. Looking at the dispersed green dragon, Ye Shaohan whispered: "It's still too fast, evolve the wind attribute magical power!"
"Let it go. At least I have completely controlled the rules of the wind attribute. It is only a matter of time before I develop magical powers!" Ye Shaohan's eyes gradually became clear.
"It's time to stop the rain!" Although Ye Shaohan's voice was plain, it resounded like the sound of heaven and earth, and the sudden heavy rain stopped strangely.
The rain curtain was gone, and the afterglow of the evening moon once again fell on the ice field.
The cold air spread, snowflakes floated again, the water on the ground condensed into frost again, and the wind blew away all the breath from Ye Shaohan's body.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan was like snowflakes floating between the sky and the earth, lifeless and lifeless.
"When is it?" Ye Shaohan looked at the unicorn necklace on his right hand and whispered. He was immersed in a world of selflessness and had no sense of the passage of time.
Hearing this, Huo Qilin's voice roared in Ye Shaohan's ears: "Boy, if you don't rush to Fengzong Island anymore, you will really miss Zongbi!"
"You have been in seclusion for four days. If the five boys from the Sword God Sect have spent the first day of the Zongbi, tomorrow will be the Sect Leaders' Competition. If you don't show up at that time, then the Sword God Sect will be betrayed as an automatic
abstain
Seeing Ye Shaohan coming out of his cultivation state, Huo Qilin began to urge him.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also realized the seriousness of the matter. Unexpectedly, he just closed his eyes for a moment, and four days had passed.
"However, those five people will not let me down!" Thinking of the five people in Wuling, a rare smile appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
"Is there one more day? Fengzong Island, there is enough time!" Ye Shaohan whispered, raised his head, and a huge shadow appeared in the sky, and it was the Cloud Eagle.