In the past seven days, the news that Yeyang and Mu Xi had become the last two young sect masters spread throughout the sect, or it may have caused an uproar.

And at the same time, in the vicinity of the city where the night sun picked up and tested him, in less than seven days, a genius who had been deified by the people had also spread all over a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, and there was even a tendency to spread farther away.

Therefore, the battle maniacs from all over the other cities or some young and vigorous genius monks with some great skills gradually gathered in that city.

It's just that the initiator of all this has already left that city, and he has also left the Yunhai Sect for several days.

"How long will it take to fly?"

Yeyang asked Mo Zixuan, who was leading the way for him, but his tone was flat, which made Mo Zixuan feel that Yeyang was used to becoming the identity of the young sect master.

did not stay, Mo Zixuan, who was invited by Yeyang and became his guide, responded to Yeyang:

"If we fly like this day and night, it will take about two days. ”

"So let's find a nearby place to rest for a day, I'm tired after flying by for so long. ”

After hearing Mo Zixuan's words, Yeyang also said the words directly, but such a sentence came out of Yeyang's mouth, but Mo Zixuan couldn't feel any warmth.

He exhaled a deep breath of hot air and was about to fall to the ground, but he saw that the night sun suddenly flew to the right side, and he had no choice but to drag his extremely tired body to catch up again.

It's just a few breaths, and Yeyang also came to the area of about 90,000 acres, but on the plaque of the city gate, there was no word on the nameless city in front of a small hill, slowly falling.

Standing quietly, after waiting for a few more breaths, Mo Zixuan, who was unharmed, came behind him.

But when Mo Zixuan had just stepped on those feet and landed on the small hill, a terrifying force also transmitted straight from the soles of his feet towards the ground.

In an instant, it was as if a terrible earthquake had struck on the ground within ten miles, trees had fallen, and birds and beasts had scattered.

"It's just a sword for me, it's really tiring?"

Yeyang naturally knew why such a thing happened, but whether it was Mo Zixuan's strength being terribly suppressed, or whether such a thing would happen on the ground at that moment, it was because Yeyang also threw the Night Sword with the scabbard to Mo Zixuan when he went out of the jurisdiction of the Yunhai Sect, and asked him to "help" with it.

For Yeyang, the Night Sword may be a terrifying weapon to enhance his strength, and the scabbard exists to seal the terrifying aura of the Night Sword.

But when he threw the sword into Mo Zixuan's hand, the sword that was originally in Yeyang's hand was only ten thousand catties, and for a monk like them, it was as light as a feather at all, but it directly became a weight of ten thousand tons, although there was only a difference between the word "catty" and "ton", but the real gap was worlds apart.

But if that's all it takes, for Mo Zixuan, it's just a burden, but the sword that Yeyang threw at him is not limited to that!

After the night sword left Yeyang's side, the dark red sword qi during the period also became extremely hidden, but the weight was extremely large, and at the same time, like the monks, it absorbed all the aura that the outside world could absorb.

Among them, there is naturally the aura circulating in Mo Zixuan's body, as well as the aura he received from heaven and earth.

And the weight of the scabbard is the opposite, it is as light as air, if it is purely in terms of weight, it is simply two extremes with the night sword, but the bad is bad, after losing the target of the night sword, the scabbard turned the target of suppression to Mo Zixuan, who was just holding it in his hand.

Xuanyin Ninth Order... Seventh Order... Fourth Order... was finally fixed at the second order of Xuanyin, and the scabbard seemed to stop its terrible as if it was unfinished.

But the suppression of the realm, coupled with the eighty percent of the aura he drew from heaven and earth, had to be collected by the night sword, so in the past few days, Mo Zixuan has gradually changed from hanging his self-confidence on his waist to putting his spear into his body, but wearing the sword of the night sun on his back.

From time to time, he wiped his sweat or gasped for breath, just because he had to quickly lead the way for the night sun in addition to being in this predicament, so as not to upset him.

"It's okay!"

It was useless to force it, Mo Zixuan responded to Yeyang's question.

"Well, then don't touch your feet to the ground, or you will destroy such beautiful forests and hills. ”

Yeyang nodded and said again, and then walked towards the city that he had just seen when he was high in the sky, and at the same time, he also suppressed his cultivation breath to the first level of Xuanyin.

Seeing this scene, Mo Zixuan, who had already felt numb in the past few days watching Yeyang be able to change his cultivation aura at will, although he was used to it, he still admired Yeyang from the bottom of his heart, just because the power he used would only be the power of the realm he suppressed, and it would not exceed, unless he unleashed the suppression.

Therefore, it was also in the arena space, and the sword that Ye Yang swung out of the Broken Heaven was enough to destroy any Xuanyin cultivator in an instant, but Yeyang did not use the power of that half-step Taixuan.

In the blink of an eye, Yeyang stepped into the city where only a few weaker cultivators looked at the door, and Mo Zixuan, who always had to keep his feet about a centimeter off the ground, also followed Yeyang into the city with a tired face.

There are too many nameless cities like this in this Yuan Heaven Domain, and as for why no one occupies them, it is either because of geography, or because of resources and population.

Since he has come to such a cultivation of most people, he is only in the city of Xuanling, and Yeyang doesn't want to be too high-profile, so he just walks around with his feet.

"Eh~ Come and take a look, the best heavenly ginseng and brahmagen!

Although he is a monk, his words and expressions are no different from those of mortals.

Walking into a somewhat desolate shopping street, almost half of the shops are closed, and the shops that are open are mostly just temporary rests for the people who set up the stalls.

Although the flow of people is not too scarce, it is far less than the commercial streets of any city that Yeyang has been to before.

There was no sense of prosperity and bustle, but more loneliness, and the ordinary market picture that is suitable for people who are already tired of the bustling city to live in seclusion...