In the blink of an eye, five golden clouds appeared above Ye Wushuang's head.
Every cloud is extremely bright, like a golden lotus, filled with a sacred atmosphere.
"Five Qi Chaoyuan!"
The second elder was shocked.
He looked at Ye Wushuang, as if he had seen a ghost, and murmured to himself: "It's impossible... This is impossible..."
"The gathering of three flowers at the top already represents extraordinary talent, and the five qi are even more powerful. It not only means that the talent is rare throughout the ages, but also that it will be favored by heaven."
"In the past ten thousand years, our Yin Yang Sect has given birth to countless geniuses, but only the leader of the cult has experienced the vision of the five qi rising to the vitality when he broke through to the realm of a saint."
"Is it possible that Ye Wushuang has the qualifications to be a leader?"
"No, this person must not be alive, he must be killed."
A cold light appeared in the eyes of the second elder, and the five fingers of his right hand were quickly thrust out, and thunder suddenly sounded.
I saw wisps of black and white electric light lingering between the second elder's fingers, and wherever it passed, the void was distorted.
"Zhengzhengzheng..."
Countless rays of sword energy rushed out of Ye Wushuang's body, forming a protective shield transformed from the sword's will, covering his whole body tightly.
"Ye Wushuang, I am a strong saint, you cannot stop me..."
Sizzle!
The second elder's five fingers came into contact with the sword energy shield, and the electric light turned into wisps of black smoke and drifted away. Not only that, the second elder's fingertips were in sharp pain, and it seemed that they would be completely wiped out if he did not withdraw them.
"Whoa!"
The second elder quickly retracted his fingers and found that the five fingers on his right hand were dripping with blood.
"How can it be?"
"How can his sword energy be so sharp?"
"Not only did it block my killing move, but it also hurt my finger. Damn it!"
The second elder was furious and immediately formed a seal with his hands in front of him, preparing to use a killing move to deal with Ye Wushuang.
"when--"
Suddenly, an earth-shaking sound resounded in the void, like a great bell, spreading throughout thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, deafening and deafening.
Although the sound is getting weaker and weaker, it is still filled with a strange magical power, which makes people feel extremely peaceful and unable to have any murderous intention.
"This is...the Holy Sound of Heaven!"
The second elder reacted instantly, his face full of horror, and at the same time there was deep envy and jealousy in his eyes.
The Holy Sound of Heaven, as the name suggests, is the sound emanated from Heaven and also represents the blessing of Heaven.
The Holy Sound of Heaven also has a function, that is, it can help cultivators enter a state of enlightenment. If a cultivator encounters difficulties, it will have the effect of enlightenment.
To put it bluntly, it can help monks break through the realm.
"First the three flowers gathered at the top, then the five qi came towards the yuan, and now there is the sacred sound of heaven. Is it possible that Ye Wushuang can really break through to the realm of a saint in one fell swoop?"
Just when the second elder was distracted, dragon energy suddenly danced wildly behind Ye Wushuang.
"boom!"
Seven hundred and twenty dragon auras, like long dragons, filled half of the sky.
Then, the swords on Ye Wushuang's body were clanging, and sword energy soared into the sky, like giant pillars reaching into the sky, connecting heaven and earth.
Ye Wushuang's body was filled with divine light, like a god.
At the same time, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword roar became more and more passionate.
Soon, the sky and the earth darkened, as if the end of the world was coming, and a depressing atmosphere filled the sky.