Ye Fan's gaze was icy, and without uttering a word, he unleashed a palm strike. The sheer power of his bloodline alone was enough to make him unmatched.
"Ah!" The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden screamed and wailed as her graceful body was crushed and covered in blood, leaving only her beautiful head with a pair of large eyes staring at the sky in disbelief.
She hadn't reached the Immortal Platform Realm yet. After losing her physical body, her consciousness had nowhere to rely on, and she perished on the spot, her face contorted in a hideous state.
Ye Fan walked forward step by step, pressing towards Dao Yi Holy Son and his group. More than a dozen Saint Sons retreated in unison, none daring to confront him, all somewhat fearful.
"You little beast, you're asking for death!"
A furious roar came from the distant mountains, shaking the mountains and rivers, causing the vast blue waves to surge and rise in countless waves. An old man with white hair flew out; he was none other than the old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect!
This living fossil is over three thousand years old and now has little time left in his lifespan, yet his magical power is immense and terrifying. At this moment, his expression is fierce, and his eyes are filled with a chilling killing intent, as if he wants to devour anyone.
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect was surrounded by white mist, his spirit vigorous. His slender body resembled a lurking dragon, and his body contained terrifying blood energy that emanated a frightening aura.
In an instant, a murderous aura filled the air, and many people retreated, unable to withstand this force. A large black and red hand reached out, Shrouding the Heavens. Dao patterns flowed within it, carrying an immense pressure, heavy as a star field pressing down.
"Do you think my Green Lotus Imperial Dynasty has no one to rely on?" the Azure-Clad Little Flood Dragon King roared.
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect snorted coldly, but did not stop. He wanted to refine the Sacred Body into a servant and drink the Holy Blood.
As long as he wasn't killed, the Peacock King couldn't say anything!
Ye Fan's heart sank, but his face remained fearless. He summoned the broken golden battle halberd, his hair standing on end, and roared, "Kill the young one, then the old one will come! I expected this!"
He distanced himself from Pang Bo and his group, not wanting his old friends to get involved in this matter. A living fossil has arrived, and this is a great calamity!
"You little beast, do you really think you can roam the world with a broken Saint Weapon? Today, no one can save you!" The white-haired old man said with a sinister expression, as he summoned the Yin- Yin-Yang Mirror, the Saint Weapon guarded the sect!
The Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror, its front crimson like blood, its back turbulent like ink, flowed with the two energies of Yin and Yang, rising and falling above his head.
"Boom!"
In an instant, crimson rays shot out from the front of the Yin-Yang Mirror, turning the entire Spirit Lake red, with Chaos mist swirling around it, exuding an aura of creation.
The crowd gasped in shock Yin-Yang Mirror manifested a small, blood-red world, Chaos and hazy, attempting to trap Ye Fan inside and refine him into pus and blood.
" Ye Fan!"
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others were extremely nervous, worried that something might happen to him!
In the center of the battlefield, the light of the Holy Path blazed brightly. Ye Fan barely managed to hold off the attack with the help of a Source Heaven Treasure Map, while the cracks on the broken battle halberd grew larger and larger.
Something's happened!
Golden-Winged Little Peng King frowned, sensing something was wrong. He hadn't expected his opponent to take out the Saint Weapon guarded the sect.
The next moment, the old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect made his move again, activating the Yin-Yang Mirror and unleashing a wisp of holy divine power that pressed down on Ye Fan, this time intending to completely annihilate him.
"Old Sect Master, please show mercy! Killing Ye Fan is an omen of bad luck!"
Just then, a dazzling blue light appeared in the mountains and rivers, and a Chaos Green Lotus fell to this place, its lush green leaves pressing against the spiritual lake.
This was a handsome young man, more beautiful than any woman. He was enveloped in a blue light as he flew out and stood in the sky, confronting the white-haired old man.
"For the sake of the Green Lotus Imperial Lord and the Chaos Palace Master, you may leave. I will not hold it against you," the old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect said, his expression cold.
"Your sect's holy son and daughter perished in a battle against someone of equal rank. As the leader of a sect, how can you obstruct others' path to enlightenment and bully the weak? This is against the principles of Heaven and Earth. Aren't you afraid of incurring great karmic consequences?" Green Lotus Imperial Prince said solemnly.
"Cause and effect? I myself am the cause and effect of a colossal event. I will take his life, and who can stop me!" The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect had a cold gaze and a voice that shook the world.
At that moment, the younger generation watching all trembled, and all living beings were filled with boundless fear.
The Green Lotus Imperial Prince resolutely stood in his way.
However, the Yin-Yang Mirror trembled slightly, the sea of blood churned, and as it pressed forward, with a "bang," the Green Lotus shook, and countless green leaves withered.
Green Lotus Imperial Prince let out a muffled groan, unable to withstand the attack, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was sent flying!
"Die!"
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect coldly shouted, and the precious mirror above his head emitted thousands of strands of crimson light, resonating with the ripples of the Great Dao. The lake was filled with the aura of creation, which shocked all the spectators into gasping for breath.
As the sea of blood pressed forward again, Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart. He knew that his opponent was determined to kill him this time, and none of the important figures he had known in the past were there; no one could protect him.
"Clang!"
With a metallic cracking sound, the battle halberd shattered instantly, reduced to fragments by the Ancient Saint weapon, transforming into countless showers of light that scattered across the Void. It was no match for the Yin-Yang Mirror.
Even with the blessing of the Source Heaven Great Array, it was useless. The opponent's cultivation was beyond Fortune, and even ordinary Holy Lord were no match for him!
Ye Fan groaned, coughing up a mouthful of blood. A crack appeared between his brows, and his aura instantly plummeted.
Using the aftershocks of the shattered Saint Weapon, Ye Fan leaped out, took out the chessboard array platform, and traversed into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going!" The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect was incredibly brave, leading his Saint Weapon across the Void, ready to charge forward.
The two chased and fled into the depths of the Qinling, arriving at a stone forest where a dried-up lake appeared desolate.
Ye Fan fell from the Void and crashed onto the cracked riverbed, covered in blood, panting heavily, looking quite miserable.
The portal opened wide, and an old man from the Yin-Yang Sect stepped out, Yin-Yang Mirror atop his head, radiating a chilling aura.
"I will not take your life. You killed my Holy Son, and you will become a war slave of the Holy Church. You will atone for your sins and help the Holy Church to be revived!" The white-haired old man's eyes were cold. A black and red rune rose in his hand. He walked forward step by step, trying to plant a slave mark on Ye Fan Fan's primordial spirit.
The latter's aura weakened, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly light, his primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness tightly gripping the ancient bronze sword, awaiting an opportunity.
This ancient artifact grows stronger with stronger opponents; if it were to collide with the Yin-Yang Mirror, it would be comparable to Ancient Saint weapon...
The following Purple Mansion Holy Son's eyes flickered slightly. He discovered a monk's mark on a boulder, and on the other side, he saw an image of an old man riding a blue ox.
" Sakyamuni and Laozi, it seems the Immortal Transformation Pool is right here!" the Purple Mansion Holy Son muttered to himself, then relayed this information back.
He then took a step forward, and a great burst of Chaos light erupted, causing the sky to suddenly change and Purple Qi Comes from the East three thousand miles eastward. The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect narrowed his eyes, sensing a terrifying threat.
"Clang!"
Golden light surged, the sky was boundless, and a golden jade staff flew out, surrounded by Chaos energy and radiating Taichu immortal light, turning the continuous mountain range into dust and striking the white-haired old man!
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect frowned, retreated sharply, and vanished into the Void, but he was still a step too slow.
"Puff!"
A clear voice rang out, and a dazzling golden light swept across the old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, striking the Yin-Yang Mirror and unleashing countless strands of immortal light that annihilated the Void.
The Ancient Mirror Reflects the Sky. This is Inherited Saint Weapon forged by the Yin-Yang Ancient Saint. It is naturally flawless, but its Weapon Master suffered a backlash.
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect let out a muffled groan, his wrinkled face twitching as he quickly retreated, looking ahead with apprehension.
The Purple Mansion Holy Son was clad in a purple jade robe, his face obscured, his black hair flowing freely, and he held a golden jade staff in his hand. His aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean, enveloped in Chaos mist, making him appear like a reclusive being!
"You are...?" The old man from the Yin-Yang Sect frowned, sensing a threat, and already intending to leave.
You may call me the Purple Mansion Divine General!
The Purple Mansion Holy Son spoke calmly, his body emanating Chaos energy. Although he had only just entered the Immortal Platform Second Heaven, he was in no way inferior to the Holy Lord, possessing a unique aura.
After being converted by Su Yu, he switched to cultivating the " Yuhua Scripture ". Later, Su Yu bestowed upon him the Devouring Rune, allowing him to cleanse himself with Chaos energy, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.
His aptitude is quite remarkable. Although he cannot contend with a top-tier bloodline like the Innate Dao Embryo, he can still fight against King Physique, making him no easy opponent.
The fact that he obtained the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was proof of his good fortune, and for these reasons, Su Yu was very willing to train him, and the latter proved his worth...
Chapter 482 The Ascension Road
"What is your relationship with the Purple Mansion Holy Land...?" Wang Yangzhan, the old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, noticed something amiss as his eyes flickered.
This mysterious being, comparable to Holy Lord, has a similar temperament to the Purple Mansion Holy Lord, and may even surpass him. His Purple Mansion power is condensed to the extreme, making people's hearts tremble.
"Did you figure it out?" the Purple Mansion Holy Son asked coldly.
His forehead shone brightly, and his divine sense, tempered by the "Former" secret, surged forth like moonlight, its fluctuations as awe-inspiring and vast as the sea, bursting forth with countless strands of purple light.
A colossal, incomparably precious purple star rose and hovered behind him. The two resonated, unleashing an even more terrifying aura that was suffocating.
"It's somewhat similar to the secret techniques of the Ziwei Sect, but even more astonishing. Just who is this person...?" Wang Yangzhan's eyes flickered with uncertainty; he was very cautious.
A Holy Lord, possessing Inherited Saint Weapon, and likely King Physique physique—to fight him would surely be a battle to the death!
"Who could it be, someone connected to the Purple Mansion and who has mastered the secret techniques of the Ziwei Sect in the Central Region?"
" Purple Mansion Divine General, in recent years, the holy sons and daughters of the Purple Mansion Holy Land have disappeared one after another, but their soul lamps have not gone out. Could it be Purple Mansion Holy Son?"
"That's not right either. This is an unparalleled Holy Lord who can rival the Sect Master. It can't be a young man. People like Southern Demon are too rare. The Purple Mansion Holy Son can't do that..."
The Stone Forest is vast, with strangely shaped rocks of all kinds. Some resemble reclining oxen, others green tigers, and still others coiled phoenixes, isolating this area. In the mist outside the forest, an elder from the sacred site is talking to himself, very curious about this mysterious person.
" Purple Mansion Divine General... Using Divine General as a title seems to be something that happened in the ancient era!" An elder from Desolate Antiquity family was present, but at this moment, he shuddered.
In the distant past, in an ancient era akin to that of gods, there was a man who swept across the six directions and eight wastelands, ruling over all the heavens and myriad realms. Under his command were eight Divine General who pacified the universe and were invincible, with no one able to stop them.
"Are they from the Ancient Clans?" Some of the spectators frowned, wary of this possibility.
The Great Saint and aristocratic families of the Big Dipper are all aware of the strength of the Primordial Race. Some major sects have even issued strict orders that their disciples must not engage in conflict with the Primordial Race, under penalty of severe punishment...
"We are both Sect Master of our respective sects. The Yin-Yang Sect and the Sacred Body have Undying feud. Do you really want to get involved in this mess?"
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect spoke, his tone solemn. The Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror above his head emitted black mist and blood-red light, and the black and red Yin-Yang diagram rotated endlessly. Within it, two small world phantoms appeared and disappeared, radiating terrifying power!
The murderous aura soared to the sky, and the sound shook the heavens. Ye Fan, who had barely managed to stand up, turned pale and was almost forced to kneel down by the pressure.
At this moment, a faint blue light emanated from his body, exuding an ancient aura and bearing the marks of ancient times. He also unleashed the aura of Saint, isolating the pressure of the Saint Weapon from the outside.
"This little beast really does possess a secret treasure!" The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect looked cold and stern, his killing intent growing ever stronger.
" The Yin-Yang Sect has lost its fortune and will face annihilation in the near future!"
The Purple Mansion Holy Son spoke calmly, revealing a reality that caused an uproar among the spectators. Many young people felt their blood boil and held him in high esteem.
The Yin-Yang Sect of plundering talented children in the Central Province and Eastern Wasteland and turning them into slaves was already abhorrent.
Intimidated by the power of the Yin-Yang Sect, the world dared not speak. Now, a peerless Holy Lord has emerged, daring to challenge an ancient sect. Today, perhaps the seas will be stained with blood, and a Sect Master will fall...
"I wonder where this senior comes from..."
Ye Fan also paled slightly, but at the same time felt a surge of gratitude. Although he had a backup plan, he couldn't guarantee his survival.
After all, this time is different from before. A Sect Master who has lived for more than three thousand years is pursuing them with Inherited Saint Weapon. Even those who Severing the Dao cannot resist him. This is absolutely a catastrophe.
"Arrogant! Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you? Provoking the Divine Cult, your death is imminent!"
The old Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect roared, his white hair standing on end, and thick wisps of blood energy flew out from the top of his head, piercing the sky and shooting towards the heavens, almost engulfing this withered land.
He rose to fame two thousand years ago, when he was already the leader of a great sect, his reputation shaking the Five Regions. Now, as time has passed and he has reached the age of three thousand, no one dares to underestimate this living fossil, knowing that he is an unfathomable figure.
The Purple Mansion Holy Son remained calm, surrounded by Chaos energy, his eyes gleaming with purple light, exuding an aura of transcendence.