Four saint-level powerhouses appeared and surrounded Old Man Ye.
The black-turbaned old man with a noble aura in his body is Kong Wu, the witch ancestor from the mysterious witch clan. Among the two saint-level strongmen who appeared behind him, one has a childlike face and white hair dancing in the wind. He has a certain aura of his own.
The demonic energy as deep as hell was surging. It was the old demon from the Holy Land of the Demon Sect. There was another person who was thin and dressed in black clothes. His face was also covered with a black scarf.
Old Man Ye's eyes were fixed on this thin old man with a black scarf covering his face. He sneered and said: "Old man Wuya, I can recognize you even if you are covered with a black scarf. Don't treat me well."
You are retiring in the Holy Land of Tianji and you actually came out to surround me and kill me. Is this because I didn't think it was painful enough for me to beat you back then?"
When mentioning the name Wuya, almost no one among the younger generation of disciples knows it.
But people of the older generation all know that Wuya was the previous Holy Lord of Tianji Holy Land, and he was also the master of Ji Wudao, the current Holy Lord of Tianji Holy Land.
The old Holy Lord Wuya disappeared from the ancient martial arts world many years ago. According to legend, he has been in seclusion to attack the Great Holy Realm.
Unexpectedly, he would appear here tonight to participate in the siege and killing of Ye Wusheng.
Holy Master Wuya was unmoved after listening to Old Man Ye's words, and said in a hoarse voice: "Martial Saint Ye, back then you were so arrogant and lawless that you caused the entire ancient martial arts world to be in chaos. You should have been liquidated long ago. You
I have been secluded in the ancient martial arts world for decades. If I don’t show up, that’s it. I can still live and breathe until I die of old age. Since you jumped out again out of curiosity, you will not be allowed to cause another bloody storm in the ancient martial arts world.”
"Hahaha -" Old Man Ye burst into laughter and said, "Old man Wuya, when you say this, will your old face still blush? If you really want to be as righteous as you say, why?
Don’t you dare to show your true colors? Yes, are you worried about being found colluding with the old monsters in the Demon Sect Holy Land? In my opinion, you, the Tianji Holy Land and the Xuanyuan Family, are the cancer of the ancient martial arts world. You are a gentleman on the surface, but you act secretly.
I'm afraid it's not even as good as the Holy Land of the Demon Sect. At least if the old monster comes to kill me, it's all just and aboveboard."
Of the four people present, two had their faces covered with black scarves.
One of them has been recognized by Old Man Ye, who is the old Holy Lord of Tianji Holy Land; the other Old Man Ye knows is one of the three old monsters from the Xuanyuan Family, either Xuanyuan Taiding or Xuanyuan Taiyue.
As for why they were masked, Old Man Ye knew it well.
If word spread that the ancestors of the Xuanyuan Family and the old Holy Master of the Tianji Holy Land actually teamed up with the old monsters of the Demon Sect Holy Land to besiege Ye Wusheng, wouldn't it cause an uproar in the entire ancient martial arts world?
The Xuanyuan family claims to be the number one family in the ancient martial arts world, and they regard themselves as righteous, but they want to join forces with the Demon Sect Holy Land. Isn't this a slap in the face?
By then, all the sects in the ancient martial arts world will see through the ugly face of the Xuanyuan family.
On the other hand, Ye Wusheng has a very high reputation in the ancient martial arts world. Especially some martial artists from small sects regard Ye Wusheng as their idol and sincerely admire Ye Wusheng for his practice in the ancient martial arts world.
That kind of chivalrous spirit.
If people in the ancient martial arts world were to know that Ye Wusheng, who had almost razed the Demon Sect Holy Land by his own efforts and maintained peace in the ancient martial arts world for decades, was actually besieged by the saint-level powerhouses from the Xuanyuan Family and the Tianji Holy Land, it would be inevitable.
There will be strong opposition.
This is not only detrimental to the Xuanyuan Family, but also to the power and face of the Tianji Holy Land. For the Xuanyuan Family, which wants to unify the entire ancient martial arts world, it will never allow the Xuanyuan Family to have any stain on its reputation.
Whether it is uniting with the Demon Sect Holy Land or besieging Ye Wusheng, any of them is enough to make some truly chivalrous people in the ancient martial arts world question the image of righteousness that the Xuanyuan family has created over the years.
That's why this old monster from the Xuanyuan family and Wuya were covered in black scarves.
They were not worried about being seen through by Old Man Ye. As long as someone saw their true colors, how could they dare to say with certainty that it was them?
"Why bother talking to him? Let's do it together and send him to the west to avoid any complications!"
The old man in black scarf spoke, and his own aura rose up, faintly resonating with the general trend of heaven and earth. A terrifying abyss-like holy level pressure crushed Old Man Ye like a tide.
Old Man Ye looked at the old man in black scarf, then at the Witch Ancestor, and then his eyes swept over the old monster and Wuya. He had no fear in his heart. Instead, he laughed loudly and said: "Two powerful men in the Great Saint Realm plus two
As a strong man in the Holy Realm, I never thought that a bad old man like me would alarm you for your hard work and mobilization after decades of retirement. In the ancient martial arts world for hundreds of years, who else has this honor except me?"
"Ye Wusheng, speaking of it, I really admire you. Unfortunately, you are destined to die tonight." The old monster said.
Old Man Ye did not speak, and his own momentum gathered together, like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. He stood there like an indestructible and insurmountable mountain, standing alone against the heroes.
In the eyes of Old Man Ye, there are only two people who can pose a threat to him, one is the old man in black scarf, and the other is the taciturn Witch Ancestor. Both of them are in the Great Saint Realm.
Old Man Ye doesn't know the Witch Ancestor either. It stands to reason that there are only a handful of great saint-level experts in the ancient martial arts world, and he can count them all. But he has never seen the Witch Ancestor.
In fact, not only Old Man Ye, the old man in black scarf, the old monster, but Wuya also didn't know the origin of the witch ancestor. He only knew that the witch ancestor was a powerful man in the Great Saint realm arranged by the Forbidden Dragon Guard to join forces to kill Ye Wusheng!
"Everyone, let's take action together!"
The old man in black scarf seemed to be taking the lead. He spoke in a deep voice and took a step forward, his own murderous aura filling the air.
At the same time, the martial arts auras of the other three saint-level powerhouses are also rising continuously. The intertwined saint-level pressure is really boundless, like a giant mountain crushing down, suppressing the people with unstoppable power.
Old Man Ye.
"The legend never grows old, he is still a boy when he returns! I am no longer young, but my blood has never gone cold, and my fighting spirit has never stopped burning! Fight!"
Old Man Ye shouted violently, and his old body suddenly glowed with golden light, as if the Buddha with a six-foot-long golden body appeared in the world!
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On Broken Peak Mountain.
No matter it was Xuanyuan Wulie, Ji Wudao, Bai Xiannian, Gu Xiangtian, Tantai Qingfeng and other powerful men, their eyes were looking at the short mountain in the south, and their expressions were all different.
At the foot of Broken Peak Mountain, Zhanlong raised his head and looked up. Even though he was far away, he could feel the terrifying holy pressure rising into the sky.
"Tonight, Ye Wusheng will die!"
Zhan Long raised a ferocious smile on his lips.
Pointing Peak.
The eyes of the old Taoist wearing a worn Taoist robe were shining brightly. He no longer looked at the sky, and his eyes were also attracted by the peerless battle that was about to break out in the south.
East.
Qi Yang, the master chess player with an air of immortality, stopped looking at the chessboard on the ground and turned to look south.
Longfengzhuang.
Wu Jiuyang stood up and murmured to himself: "Ye Wusheng is in the urn. As long as Ye Wusheng dies, the ancient martial arts world will be in chaos, and our Wu clan can start again."
That night, the storm was turbulent, and there was thunder.