More than half a year has passed since the Langya Secret Realm collapsed.
Over the past six months, Xingtian Dafeng's life has not been easy.
At first, he had been worried that other sects would cause trouble for him because he hid his strength, but who would have thought that after returning to Tianwu Sect, the other sects did not take any action, and did not even send anyone to look for him.
Trouble with Ye Xiu who is practicing in the Ghost King Sect.
At first, he was still puzzled.
With the fear of the great witch among the elders of those sects, it was impossible for them to remain indifferent after learning that he had broken through the realm of the great witch, not to mention that there was a Ye Xiu who was stronger than him.
Zhao Wuhui of the Zhenwu Immortal Sect, Yun Tiannu of the Penglai Immortal Sect, Shui Yuanzi of the Xuanqing Sect, and Ye Liuyu of the Liuyun Sect died directly in the hands of Ye Xiu. In this case, those major sects
, turned out to be indifferent, which surprised Xingtian Dafeng.
But then, he understood the plans of these sects.
The big reason why the Tianwu Sect can occupy one of the seven seats in the Longteng Kingdom's cabinet is that the Tianwu Sect independently guards a huge space rift.
There are nine space cracks like this in the entire Longteng Kingdom.
These space cracks are what they call the ultimate battlefield.
There are three sects and four sects, each of which independently guards an extremist battlefield. The remaining two are jointly guarded by dozens of other sects.
The greater the contribution in the extreme battlefield, the more benefits can be shared.
For the Tianwu Sect, which is not favored by other immortal cultivating sects, if it cannot independently suppress an extremist battlefield and needs to ask other sects for support, the Tianwu Sect will also lose its right to speak and become cannon fodder.
Because of this, even if the Tianwu Sect suffered heavy losses, they still forcibly captured this extreme battlefield in the northwest. However, in the past three months, they have suppressed more and more monsters in the extreme battlefield.
At first, Xingtian Dafeng thought it was the same as before, but the monsters occasionally went crazy. Often at this time, they only needed to increase their troops and teach the monsters a profound lesson, and the monsters would retreat on their own.
But as time went by, he discovered that that was not the case at all. Those monsters had no intention of retreating at all. They died one after another and continued to attack the portal they were guarding crazily.
Now three months have passed, and the attacks of those monsters have not stopped at all. In order to resist the attacks of the monsters, Tianwu Sect has lost more than half of its manpower.
If several of his brothers hadn't obtained the spiritual skills inherited from the Holy Lord, and had broken through the great witch one after another and stepped into the realm of the holy witch, the portal they guarded would have been destroyed long ago.
But even so, facing the endless stream of monsters, it was only a matter of time before this portal fell.
Xingtian Dafeng had already understood that the reason why so many monsters suddenly appeared in the extremity battlefield guarded by the Tianwu Sect was that they were driven away by other sects.
The various sects spent nearly three months and even dispatched many masters in the tribulation period to drive away the monsters they were guarding with their strong strength.
The number of monsters faced by the Tianwumen has increased several times.
Those big sects simply want to use the hands of these monsters to completely destroy the Tianwu Sect.
At this time, Tianwumen only has two options left.
One kind, fighting these monsters to the end, and finally being completely destroyed.
One is to ask for help like other sects.
But if we do this, the Wumen will lose control of this extremist battlefield that day, and will be completely reduced to a second-rate sect, without any right to speak.
At that time, they can still only become cannon fodder, and the final result will be destruction.
What a vicious thought! After learning the truth, Xingtian Dafeng completely understood the thoughts of those sects.
They are determined to get rid of the Tianwu Sect, but the Tianwu Sect has guarded the battlefield in the last few years and has made many great contributions. It also has a very high reputation among the people, especially many grassroots fighters, almost all of them are Tianwumen.
If those sects directly attack the Tianwu Sect, it will inevitably cause turmoil in the entire country.
But with the help of these monsters, the strength of the Tianwu Sect can be weakened, and they will eventually be forced to bow their heads, and no one will say anything.
If Ye Xiu hadn't appeared, Xing Tian Dafeng would have had no choice but to lower his head and ask for help from these sects.
Although he is destined to be used as a spear user, it is better than being destroyed by a monster.
But now that the Holy Lord has appeared, how can he be willing to bow his head?
"Tyrannosaurus, you quickly go to the Ghost King Sect and ask the Holy Lord to come out..." Looking at the airtight monsters in front of him, Xingtian Dafeng summoned the Xingtian Tyrannosaurus covered in blood and whispered to him.
With their strength, it was already difficult to resist this group of monsters.
If you don't want to become cannon fodder for other sects, please invite Ye Xiu to come. This is the only option.
"yes!"
The Xingtian Tyrannosaurus didn't stop, turned around and swept towards the direction of the Ghost King Sect.
The Holy Master wanted to refine the ancient sword. It has been more than half a year now. It should be completely refined, right?
At this moment, the Ghost King Sect’s mountain gate.
A huge palace stands in the center of the mountain gate, surrounded by thick black fog. The ghost swordsman with nine heads who has reached the late stage of returning to the void is hidden in the thick fog.
Guarding the entire mountain gate, with the presence of these nine-headed ghost swordsmen, anyone who enters the scope of the mountain gate will be discovered immediately.
In the palace, Ye Xiu sat cross-legged in the center. A huge white-bone beast stood behind him, constantly absorbing the power of the Nine Netherworlds in the void and sinking into his body. Between his hands, a fire broke out.
A black flame was burning the pitch black ancient sword in front of him bit by bit.
It has been half a year since he got this magical ancient sword. He thought that it would only take a few days to break through the restrictions above, but he never thought that this sacrifice would take more than half a year.
time.
Fortunately, most of the restrictions on the entire ancient sword have been broken, leaving only the last restriction on the hilt.
Ye Xiu took a deep breath. The giant white-bone beast behind him looked up to the sky and howled, turning into a stream of light and sinking into Ye Xiu's body. The black flames in Ye Xiu's hands shone brightly.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the last restriction was finally burned by the black flames.
There were cracks on the entire sword body, and then the black sword body completely shattered, revealing a snow-white ancient long sword. A sharp sword energy shot out of the air, and the sword body was directly about to strike.
It shot out and flew out of the Samsara Palace, but was caught by Ye Xiu.
The sharp sword energy directly cut through Ye Xiu's palm, as if the entire palm was shattered by the sword energy, but Ye Xiu still refused to let go. It took him more than half a year to break through those restrictions, so how could he do it?