In the space at the end of the mausoleum, Chen Yu rushed towards the god, unafraid.
Chen Yu did not use the Winter Thunder Sword, and Shen Nian did not attack with a spear. The two bodies collided and struck hard with their palms.
Like thunder exploding in the sky, Chen Yu and the gods retreated each other, and the strong wind swept past. The large and small coffins were instantly turned into powder, and even the four stone walls collapsed with cracks.
"Ah!" Ji Jianting screamed miserably, and the strong wind blew on his body, which hurt like a knife.
The gods were observing Chen Yu, and Chen Yu was also staring at him.
Wan Yaoling must have experienced something 30,000 years after his death. His realm is still half a step into the Nascent Soul, but his physical body is harder than Chen Yu imagined, and is actually comparable to a Nascent Soul monk.
The combat power of a half-step Nascent Soul, the physical body of the real Nascent Soul realm!
"Taoist Master, you go first!" Chen Yu said in a deep voice. He and the gods were destined to have a battle, and he did not want to be distracted by Ji Jianting's reasons.
Wan Yaoling, who has been dead for 30,000 years, is much stronger than Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng who fought in the Canglan River battle.
Wan Yaoling's eternal obsession is the "Holy Spirit Sutra", and now this ancient book is in the hands of Chen Yu. If Chen Yu cannot suppress or completely eliminate him, he will be entangled forever.
To eliminate the thoughts of gods, one can only suppress or destroy the corpses to the point of being reduced to ashes, otherwise they will not disappear at all. In a sense, this kind of existence is immortal.
Ji Jian's body was so stiff that it was about to burst. He endured the pain, rolled and crawled towards the outside of the mausoleum.
I have been digging graves all year round, but I never expected to dig out a big guy today. Fortunately, Chen Yu was here, otherwise Ji Jianting would definitely have been blasted into pieces of flesh and blood by the gods.
In the main realm before his rebirth, plus the years after his rebirth, Chen Yu's age was no more than 20,000 years.
As for Wan Yaoling, he was thirty-one thousand years old, and in Chen Yu's eyes, he was a genuine ancient.
When fighting against the ancients, Chen Yu would go all out to show respect.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, the two figures collided violently. They moved sideways and fought furiously in the depths of the mausoleum.
Outside the mausoleum, Ji Jianting was paralyzed in the grass and gasping for air. He could hear the sound of physical collisions coming from the mausoleum. It was extremely dull and made his heart tremble.
Every time Chen Yu interacts with the gods, the airflow will be stirred.
The strong wind even blew out through hundreds of meters of tomb passages, causing Ji Jian's robe to bulge rhythmically.
"Zheng!" Suddenly, the sound of a sword came from the tomb, like the roar of a dragon.
Under Ji Jianting's horrified gaze, a brilliant sword energy split from the majestic hills and rushed into the sky.
The scene was very grand, not like sword energy rushing up to Qing Ming, but more like a bright galaxy pouring down from the nine heavens.
The spiritual energy is like a surging tide, surging between the heaven and the earth. The towering ancient trees in the Wanjia Cemetery are almost broken by the strong wind. The jagged and strange rocks everywhere are covered with fine cracks in the sound of rattling, and then silently
, turned into powder.
…
On the banks of the clear water lake at the foot of the Holy Spirit Mountain, tens of thousands of disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect were all alarmed. Some jumped up to the top of the palace, some stood on the bluestone path, and more were suspended in the sky, with pairs of eyes looking towards the towering mountain in the distance.
The sword energy is so brilliant that it penetrates the sky and the earth. The terrifying sword energy that makes me invincible can still be felt from such a long distance.
"In the end what happened?"
"Who in the Xuanling world has such a sharp sword intention? Could it be that Sword Master Jiang?"
"Looking in the direction, it should be the cemetery. Is there an outsider breaking in?" yyls
"Impossible, no one would dare to break into our Holy Spirit Cult even if they take the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage!"
In a corner of the Bishui Lake, in a palace, Wan Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked up, and a pair of golden pupils seemed to be able to penetrate all barriers and look into the depths of Wanjia Cemetery.
…
In the Wanjia Cemetery, Ji Jianting stepped back step by step, his expression full of shock.
In front of him, the majestic hills looked like crawling wild beasts. They had collapsed at this moment. Chen Yu rushed out amid the billowing smoke and dust.
"Immortal god, you are still alive!" Ji Jianting exclaimed.
"What? Does the Taoist Master really hope that I die in the hands of the gods?" Chen Yu looked calm and put the Dongle Sword into its sheath.
"Hey, look at what you said, of course I hope you can live with heaven and earth forever." Ji Jian said insincerely.
Rumble! The sky shook and the earth trembled. The earth collapsed and opened ravines. The scene was thrilling.
"Chen Xianyou, how are the ancestors of the Wan family? Were they suppressed by you?" Ji Jianting asked.
"No!" Chen Yu shook his head and said: "His physical body is too hard, comparable to the old monster in the Nascent Soul Realm. We just exchanged a blow, and it is difficult for my sword energy to cause substantial damage to him."
"Also, the disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect must have heard such a loud noise. Wan Sheng must be rushing here. If you don't want to die, run away quickly."
Seeing Chen Yu's expressionless and calm look, Ji Jianting felt a little guilty.
If he hadn't insisted on holding Chen Yu, even if Chen Yu destroyed the Holy Spirit Cult, he wouldn't have come here to dig graves just for the gold, silver, jewelry and scattered spiritual stones.
"I ran away, what will you do? Wan Yaoling, who has been dead for 30,000 years, is now so alive and kicking, and there is also Wansheng, including tens of thousands of Holy Spirit Cult disciples."
"Why don't we run away together!" Ji Jianting suggested.
Chen Yu patted Ji Jian's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Taoist Master, there are some things that cannot be solved by running away."
"Don't worry, no one in this mysterious world can kill me."
Ji Jianting curled his lips, "It's already this time and I'm still bragging."
"If Wansheng saw that his ancestor's grave had been dug up and the bones were scattered in a pile, what do you think he would do to you? Should he treat you to tea or drink your blood?" Chen Yu said in a cold tone.
Ji Jian's plump body trembled suddenly, "Chen Xianyou, the green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. I will definitely see you there!"
"Let's go!" Chen Yu waved his hand.
"Take care, remember, if you can't fight, run away. Pretend to be a grandson first, then you can be a grandfather!" Ji Jian sighed, no longer hesitating, turned into an inconspicuous black light, rushed into the sky, towards the opposite direction of Bishui Lake
He sped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
With just one blow inside the mausoleum, Chen Yu blasted the divine thoughts deep into the ground.
In a short period of time, the divine thoughts could not break through the ground. Chen Yu's feet lifted off the ground and floated into the sky.
As the height increased, Chen Yu saw the Bishui Lake and the row upon row of magnificent pavilions and lofts.
He saw tens of thousands of disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect gathered together, and he saw Wan Sheng wearing a particularly eye-catching golden robe. He stood in front of the crowd, with his hands behind his back, looking at the Holy Spirit Mountain in the distance, as if he was looking at Chen Yu.
"Taoist Priest, I, Chen Yu, don't have to pretend to be a grandson, I am already a grandfather!" With a ferocious laugh, Chen Yu took out the miniature formation from King Solomon's ring.
It’s time to turn the clear water lake into a blood lake!