He couldn't help but raise his voice and exclaimed, "It's Senior Brother Mu Yan! And Senior Sister Yingluo! You two... are you sparring? This is too desperate and tragic!"
Several disciples did not dare to delay, and hurriedly rushed forward, carefully reaching out to support the two people who were shaking.
Their hearts were filled with awe.
Mu Yan and Yingluo are the top direct disciples of the sect, and they are the face of the entire Kunlun Holy Land.
These inner disciples seem to have a high status, but when compared with such core disciples, there is a huge difference.
On weekdays, they rarely even have the opportunity to see the two senior brothers and sisters practicing at close range. Today, they were actually able to support each other with their own hands. All the disciples felt both uneasy and honored.
"It's not a problem, it's just that we've suffered too much from practice. Let's just go back and rest for a while."
Mu Yan spoke in a calm and calm tone, as calm and calm as usual.
But everyone can see that he has completely reached the dual limits of his body and soul.
The muscles in his legs have already been torn apart by overload, and they are shaking slightly every time he stands for an extra second. Even his voice has an uncontrollable tremor, and he cannot hold himself up at all.
The two of them were supported and moved slowly. The dripping blood continued to flow down their ankles, dragging out two long scarlet blood stains on the smooth floor of the martial arts arena, which were dazzling and ferocious.
All the disciples present felt their scalps numb and their hearts beating with fear.
At this moment, the void fluctuated slightly, and a vast and terrifying aura suddenly descended on the entire martial arts arena.
The figure of Divine Martial Saint Emperor slowly stepped out of the light door of the small world.
The moment all the disciples present saw the person clearly, all the hairs on their bodies suddenly stood up. The awe and fear in their hearts suddenly filled their hearts. They all froze in place, not daring to take a breath.
Who doesn't know Divine Martial Saint Emperor in Kunlun Holy Land?
This is the top giant of the sect after the sect leader, a real Saint Emperor strong man, a real super big shot!
All the disciples quickly bowed and wanted to pay homage.
But Divine Martial Saint Emperor's invisible power of Saint Emperor enveloped all directions, making their spirits stiff and their throats tight.
Not to mention saluting and saying hello, I couldn't even say a complete sentence, I could only freeze in place.
Before everyone could calm down, Divine Martial Saint Emperor looked indifferent, and with a flicker of his body, he walked away and disappeared at the end of the sky.
It wasn't until the terrifying coercion completely dissipated that all the disciples suddenly came back to their senses, and an incredible truth exploded in their minds!
Senior brother Mu Yan and senior sister Yingluo were not competing with each other at all just now, but were practicing against senior Divine Martial Saint Emperor!
Everyone was completely dumbfounded and felt huge waves in their hearts.
They have always known that Mu Yan and Yingluo have incredible talents and explosive combat power. Their strength has long surpassed most of the elders of the sect, and they are recognized as the pillars of the sect.
But no matter how strong they are, the two of them are just God Emperor Realm Stage after all!
God Emperor versus Saint Emperor!
This is simply a battle that spans a huge realm and is a world of difference!
Just thinking about this level of confrontation can make them tremble and despair.
At this moment, everyone completely understood that it was completely normal for the two senior brothers and sisters to be covered in blood, seriously injured and on the verge of death.
To be able to save his life under the attack and experience of the strong Saint Emperor, only to be seriously injured, instead of being completely destroyed, is already the ultimate in incredible strength!
Everyone became more and more respectful.
With the careful support of the junior brothers and sisters, Mu Yan and Yingluo found a quiet stone platform and sat down cross-legged.
The two of them immediately performed the remaining Spiritual Power breath adjustment and swallowed several top-quality healing elixirs.
The pure medicinal power instantly spreads to all limbs and bones, quickly repairing the damaged body and smoothing the disordered Divine Power.
His shaky breath finally stabilized, and his injuries were visibly healed.
After adjusting his breath for a moment and stabilizing his condition, Mu Yan stood up and bowed his hands slightly to the disciples. His attitude was modest, without any of the arrogance of a top genius.
"Thank you all junior brothers and sisters for your help. Yingluo and I have gained a lot from this experience. We need to go back immediately to retreat to digest and cultivate our insights. Today I cannot talk about Tao with you. Next time we are destined, I will gather with you to communicate."
Yingluo on the side followed Mu Yan's steps, standing beside him obediently, nodding gently, with a gentle smile on his face, and a calm and dignified temperament.
After hearing what Mu Yan said, all the disciples present were instantly excited and their whole bodies were filled with excitement, and their faces were filled with flattering ecstasy.
No one expected that the supreme senior brother would be so polite to ordinary inner disciples like them, and would even proactively promise to meet together to discuss the Tao in the future?
There is obviously a huge gap in status, but the two top geniuses do not act condescending at all. Instead, they treat each other as equals, modest and polite, and their magnanimity makes people admire them from the bottom of their hearts.
Everyone is extremely sure that Senior Brother Mu Yan is true to his word, and since he has promised it himself, he will definitely not break his promise in the future!
All the disciples were filled with reverence and excitement, and stared at the two men with burning eyes.
Under everyone's watch, Mu Yan and Yingluo's figures flashed, turned into two bright streams of light, tore through the sky, and disappeared into the sea of clouds in the sky.
After a while, the two of them had returned to their own palace.
The barrier in the palace was closed, isolating all external interference. The two men immediately calmed down and carefully reviewed all the details of their battle experience with Divine Martial Saint Emperor in the small trial world.
Just now, I was crushed by Saint Emperor and suppressed by the offensive. It seemed extremely embarrassing, but in fact, I gained a huge harvest.
Every time you withstand bombardment and every time you resist pressure, it is the ultimate tempering.
The biggest gain from this experience is that their bodies, souls, and techniques have all adapted to the terrifying pressure of Saint Emperor, reducing the natural suppression disadvantages at the realm level.
The two of them knew very clearly that as long as they continued to maintain this extreme experience, over time, the two of them would definitely have the terrifying combat power to compete head-on with the real Saint Emperor strong man!
Mu Yan gathered his thoughts, his expression became extremely solemn, and he said to Yingluo beside him, "Master mentioned before that the two junior sisters Little Rou and Youruo have now officially attacked Hundun Saint Emperor Realm. We must not fall behind too far."
Thinking of the two junior sisters who were slightly inferior to him in cultivation in the past, but now they have overtaken each other in a corner, and even stepped forward to attack Hundun Saint Emperor Realm who was far ahead of him, Yingluo instantly felt a strong sense of urgency and pressure in his heart.
A firm edge flashed in her eyes, and she secretly gritted her teeth and made up her mind. "This time, I must forcefully break through to Peak God Emperor Stage before heading to the Myriad Principles Realm!"
They are both direct disciples of Kunlun, and they are like brothers and sisters. Seeing that Little Rou and Youruo are about to achieve breakthroughs, she is happy for the two junior sisters from the bottom of her heart.
But she herself is a top genius who looks down upon her peers, with extreme pride and tenacity hidden in her bones.
As a senior sister, she could never accept it calmly when she was overtaken by her junior sisters. At this moment, she had already exerted all her energy and only wanted to make breakthroughs and improve herself.
Mu Yan raised his hand and gently held her hand. With full confidence and certainty in his eyes, he smiled and reassured, "Yingluo, we can definitely do it. We will retreat with peace of mind. When we leave the retreat, we will both step into Peak God Emperor Stage!"
He was confident and had no hesitation at all.
If he doesn't even have the confidence and courage to make this breakthrough, he is simply not worthy of being the direct disciple of Kunlun Holy Land, let alone going against the will of the genius and going through countless dangers of life and death.
After the words fell, the two looked at each other, and they both saw the firm fighting spirit and determination in each other's eyes.
The two of them sat down side by side, opened the highest-level retreat barrier in the palace, completely isolated from all external disturbances, devoted themselves to penance, and tried their best to break through.
I vow to complete my ultimate transformation before following Master to the Myriad Principles Realm!
Just when Mu Yan and Yingluo closed the palace in retreat, immersed themselves in cultivation, and rushed Peak God Emperor Stage Realm like crazy.
Kunlun Holy Land, Su Jian, the third-ranked direct disciple, is experiencing a completely different and dangerous experience in a distant place.
At this moment, he is inside the notorious Blood Sword Pavilion.
He did not take the initiative to come to visit for the trial, but was forcibly kidnapped and captured by the disciples of the Blood Sword Pavilion, and became a prisoner.
The huge Blood Sword Pavilion Zongmen Square was densely packed with tens of thousands of monks, all of whom were low-level practitioners captured from various places.
The crowd was crowded together in a mess, and everyone was wearing shackles and restraints. Their cultivation was tightly sealed, and they couldn't use any of their strength.
Su Jian was mixed in the middle of this huge crowd, wearing an ordinary coarse cloth that had been washed white, without any fluctuations in cultivation, and without any arrogant temperament.
He looked ordinary and unremarkable at this time.
He deliberately restrained and suppressed all the sharpness of his cultivation and swordsmanship. His aura was restrained to the extreme, and he was no different from all the ordinary prisoners around him.
Among the tens of thousands of monks on the field and the Blood Sword Pavilion disciples guarding him all around, no one could see through his true strength.
Everyone subconsciously regarded him as the most ordinary and weakest low-level monk.
Among the frightened and confused crowd, Su Jian remained expressionless from beginning to end, looking terrifyingly calm.
He stood steadily, his eyes were straight and unwavering, there was no panic, no fear, no struggle at all. He was as calm as everyone around him, a sacrifice that was powerless to resist and could only wait to be slaughtered.
On the other hand, the conditions of all the prisoners around Su Jian were completely different from his.
The faces of the tens of thousands of monks were all as pale as paper, their whole bodies could not stop shaking violently, their teeth were chattering, their breathing was rapid, and their eyes were filled with bone-deep fear.
Everyone has long heard of the Blood Sword Pavilion's terrible reputation and knows that this sect is unscrupulous, bloodthirsty and cruel.
None of the monks caught here have been able to leave alive since ancient times, and only death awaits them.
A middle-aged uncle standing next to Su Jian was so frightened that his legs were weak, his whole body was trembling, and his body was shaking so much that he could hardly stand still.
He looked around anxiously, and inadvertently turned his head to see the young Su Jian next to him. He found that the young man was calm and composed from beginning to end, without even frowning. He was stunned on the spot for an instant, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He couldn't help it, lowered his trembling voice, and carefully asked, "Young man, are you... aren't you scared?"
Su Jian didn't even raise his eyelids, his tone was so calm that there was no wave at all, and he asked calmly, "Is it useful to be afraid?"
These five simple words instantly made the uncle speechless.
He was completely stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.
Is fear useful?
Of course it's no use!
Everyone knows the truth. Fear can't solve any problem. But in the face of the Blood Sword Pavilion's desperate situation of death, how many people in the world can truly stabilize their mentality without fear?
The uncle looked at Su Jian's extremely calm side face, showing no emotional fluctuations, and secretly guessed in his heart.
This young man is probably new to the world and has no idea how terrifying Blood Sword Pavilion is. He doesn't know what kind of tragic ending awaits him next, so he can pretend to be calm.
The uncle was kind-hearted, and even if he couldn't save himself, he didn't want to watch a young man die in a daze.
He made up his mind that even if he died, he would let the other person know how he died. At least he knew how he died.
So he took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, lowered his voice and quickly explained, "Young man, you don't know! Blood Sword Pavilion will arrest low-level monks like us every once in a while, either to imprison slaves or to use blood sacrifice swords!"
"This is their sect's unique instant evil swordsmanship!"
"Whether they are forging magic swords or practicing domineering swordsmanship, they have to sacrifice their lives with blood! Let the sword absorb the monk's essence, blood, resentment, and soul power, and the speed of sword-making practice will skyrocket, and you will get twice the result with half the effort!"
At this point, the uncle's eyes filled with endless sadness and despair, and his voice started to sound like crying, "I have been practicing for decades and have never done any evil. I never expected that I would end up being used as a sacrificial sword material!"
He knew clearly in his heart that the moment he stepped into this Blood Sword Pavilion square, his life no longer belonged to him. All of them were just sacrifices to be slaughtered, with no chance of survival.
After listening to the uncle's heart-to-heart detailed explanation, Su Jian showed no surprise on his face. He just nodded slightly and his tone remained calm. "I know everything you said."
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged uncle was completely confused. He stared at Su Jian with his eyes wide open, his face full of extreme confusion and confusion. "You know this?! Then this is wrong! Since you clearly know that you are going to die, why are you not afraid at all? Aren't you afraid of death?!"
The more he thought about it, the weirder he felt. After living for so many years, he had never seen someone who knew he was going to die and could still be so calm. The young man in front of him was really too weird.
Facing the uncle's continuous questioning, Su Jian still repeated the cold and realistic words, "Is it useful to be afraid?"
The exact same answer made the uncle completely speechless in an instant, and all the doubts in his heart were choked back.
The uncle shook his head helplessly and gave up the persuasion completely. He secretly felt that the young man was probably frightened, had something wrong with his brain, and was already insensitive.