Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help but tremble.

When she saw Ye Qingyu coming towards her, she couldn't help screaming and turned around, her hair was scattered, her body was covered in blood, her face was pale, and she rushed towards the deepest part of the Nine Shadows Temple like a crazy woman.

Ye Qingyu stopped.

He took a breath and breathed slightly, and Naiyuan recovered a little.

Fighting a strong man of an era with the power of one person, even he consumes a huge amount, and the vitality in the meridians and meridians in his body is almost exhausted.

Then Ye Qingyu dragged the huge blood-drinking sword, stepped on the white bones and blood, and followed.

The darkness of the Nine Shadows Temple seemed to engulf all the light.

Ye Qingyu's eyesight could only see a hundred meters away.

Step by step, step by step.

The blood-drinking sword dragged on the ground, making a loud clang.

The blade collided with the ground, splashing a long string of sparks, the light and flames splashed, the light and flames were uncertain, this kind of flickering and flickering light, the flickering and dark light, set off Ye Qingyu was like a god who conquered the Shura killing field, and there was an awe-inspiring and inviolable invincible posture.

Finally came to the deepest part of the Nine Shadows Temple.

A huge pitch-black wall, as if it were the end of the world, blocked everything.

Jiang Xiaohan knelt on his knees with a frightened face, and knelt quietly next to a tall barbarian throne under the black giant wall, trembling like a frightened chicken, his head bowed, his long hair hanging to the ground, and he didn't even dare to come out.

On the golden throne of the barbarian king, a young figure sat diagonally.

This is a young man who looks less than twenty years old, there is no vitality fluctuation on his body, his breath is very weird, his hair is scattered, his hair hangs messily on his shoulders, he is wearing a loose white robe, the style looks like pajamas, there is not even a belt around his waist, his chest is exposed with this strange color of white jade, his appearance is ordinary, barefoot, and even his bare legs are exposed under the white robe, one hand supports his chin, sits on the throne, and looks at Ye Qingyu coldly.

That kind of look is like a god and demon who dominates all things, looking at a small insect that appears in front of him.

"I'm really disappointed that it took so long to kill all that waste. ”

The young man grinned.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his legs, and one bare foot naturally stepped on Jiang Xiaohan's bare shoulder, which was kneeling on the side, and the soles of his feet rubbed slowly, and for such a humiliating violation, Jiang Xiaohan didn't dare to struggle at all, lowered his head and remained motionless, letting the other party do it.

A hint of gloom flashed in Ye Qingyu's eyes.

"Are you the Heavenly Demon Ancestor?" he approached step by step, stopping ten meters away.

In this strange young man with an ordinary appearance and sloppy clothes, Ye Qingyu felt a wisp of danger.

"Heavenly Demon Ancestor?" the young man smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, you said that waste, claiming to be the overlord of the Tianyuan Sect era three thousand years ago in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, but after explaining the slightest little thing to him, he actually messed up, which disappointed Young Master Ben, so I peeled him and skinned him, and used his skull to make a new night pot, which is quite good to use." ”

Isn't it the Heavenly Demon Ancestor?

Ye Qingyu's heart was shocked.

The tone of the other party's speech was boundless, but his intuition told Ye Qingyu that this young man was not alarmist.

The turbulent sect era in the past is also divided into different eras, one of which is an era three thousand years ago, called the Tianyuan era, after this young man's reminder, Ye Qingyu also suddenly remembered that in that era, there was indeed a very terrible demon clan powerhouse, known as the first day of the demon clan, invincible in the sky for more than 600 years, known as the heavenly demon, dominated an era, it turned out to be the heavenly demon ancestor he heard during this time, it was this heavenly demon.

But even a person as strong as the Heavenly Demon was coldly concocted by this young man.

Ye Qingyu looked at the other party carefully, and felt more and more weird, not only was there no life on his body, but there was not even any life fluctuation, and he couldn't feel the slightest qi, just like a stone sculpture.

"Aren't you from the Heavenly Desolate Realm?" Ye Qingyu caught the information in the other party's words and said, "Which realm are you from?"

The young man smiled, did not answer this question, but raised his foot, stepped on Jiang Xiaohan's face with his bare feet, and said: "I heard that this little guy is your childhood sweetheart?"

Ye Qingyu frowned.

At that moment, he clearly saw that a trace of sadness and shame flashed on Jiang Xiaohan's face.

But she still chose absolute obedience without the slightest struggle.

Ye Qingyu dragged the blood-drinking sword backwards and walked towards the young man step by step.

The huge blood-drinking sword body trembled slightly, with a faint anger, diffusing from the sword body, and the treacherous demon smelting flickered like scarlet blood, densely covered with the huge sword body, every time it flickered brightly, it was like a mysterious heart beating, emitting a faint killing intent.

The sound of the sword groaning loomed.

"Oh, this is your magic sword, it should have been the one who killed the prince of the Demon Spider Clan in the first place. The young man looked at the Blood Drinking Sword, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, obviously extremely interested in this sword.

Ye Qingyu's footsteps paused.

At this time, the surprise in his heart had reached the extreme.

From this young man's words, it can be clearly known that the other party knows Ye Qingyu very well, and this understanding is not superficial, but about Ye Qingyu's past, killing the Demon Spider Prince in the Qingjiang Realm, etc., all know it clearly, obviously he has done a lot of homework, which further shows that the other party is definitely not a person in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, it seems that Yan Buhui's previous guess is very correct, behind the old monsters and ancient demons that disturb the Heavenly Desolation, there are shadow black hands from extraterritorial forces.

Jiang Xiaohan disappeared in the Battle of Guangming City, but now she is attached to the feet of outsiders, obviously she is also from outside the territory.

This made Ye Qingyu extremely vigilant in his heart.

It seems that the activities of extraterritorial forces in the Heavenly Desolate Realm are far more crazy and in-depth than they seem.

And the more shocked he was, the more intense the killing intent in Ye Qingyu's heart became.

Since the extraterritorial forces are so eager to stretch their hands into the Heavenly Desolate Realm, they have to completely cut off all these black hands, so that they can feel the pain, and then they will be truly honest.

The blood-drinking sword was raised slightly.

The blade of the sword pointed directly at the Barbarian King's Throne.

Ye Qingyu didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he went straight out of the sword.

The huge sword body as soaked in blood buzzed and trembled, and I saw the wisps of light like blood-colored long hair, pulling out of the sword body, strange to the extreme, as fierce as the killing intent of lightning, like a flash flood to the opposite side.

The young man kicked Jiang Xiaohan away.

He stood up slowly, with a contemptuous smile on his face, even though the sword qi killing intent that swept over was like a raging storm, it couldn't even lift his loose nightgown, and when he raised his hand slightly, a strange vortex the size of a child's palm appeared in his hand, instantly swallowing all of Ye Qingyu's breath.

"It seems that your magic sword is nothing more than that, after a big battle, you are already at the end of the crossbow," the young man shook his head slightly, and said, "To be honest, you disappointed me a little......"

The voice did not fall.

A sneer suddenly appeared on Ye Qingyu's face.

The blood-drinking sword in his hand suddenly shook again, and a strange power gushed out, and in an instant, in the entire Nine Shadows Temple, the blood and bones of those old monsters who were killed, as well as the will and killing intent that permeated the void blood mist, all turned into a torrent, and almost in an instant, it poured into the blood-drinking sword.

The supreme power of the Emperor bloomed from the sword body.

The entire Nine Shadows Temple trembled under this power.

The young man's pupils contracted suddenly, and he finally showed a shocked expression.

However, on the other side, Ye Qingyu had already slashed out with a sword.

Blood-colored sword light swept through the void.

And then everything stood still.

The young man maintained a posture of raising his hands, but his body was already stiff in place.

"Actually...... Ho ho ...... So that's it...... This sword ......"

He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound he made had completely changed, as if metal was clashing, very eerie, a little hoarse, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing.

A spirit quickly dissipated within him.

Then the young man's speech could no longer move, and gradually froze, and the white robe on his body turned into soot powder, and his skin, which was originally glowing with fluorescence like a spirit jade, quickly dimmed, and gradually turned into a pale silver metal statue, with a blurred face, a strange shape, and no beauty at all.

The process is very weird, like jade losing its spiritual luster and turning into an ordinary stone.

Ye Qingyu collected his sword.

The imaginary scene of blood and mist splashing did not appear.

He was a little surprised, and he didn't expect that under a sword, this mysterious and powerful young man would turn into such an ugly and weird mysterious metal statue.

Could it be that this young man turned out to be a statue?

"You...... actually beheaded one of Ao Tianzun's doppelgangers, you ......" Jiang Xiaohan's eyes widened, as if she had seen a ghost, and under the huge shock, she even forgot to be afraid.

Aotianzun?

It turned out to be him?

When Ye Qingyu heard this name, a piece of information immediately popped up in his mind.

In the vast world, there are countless realms, thirty upper realms, three hundred middle realms, countless lower realms, such as the Heavenly Desolate Realm, which has just generated the gate of the central realm, can barely be regarded as the lower realm among the lower realms. Among the three hundred middle realms, there is one realm called the Qianyuan realm, which has a history of more than 30 million years, and is a mature realm ranked in the top ten among the three hundred middle realms.

There are countless martial arts powerhouses in the Qianyuan Realm, but there is only one sect, and that is the Tianqian Sect.

The Tianqian Sect has a long heritage, a profound heritage, and an unshakable status, which can be called a giant-level martial arts sect.

It is rumored that the disciples in the Tianqian Sect are mixed, the three sects and the nine streams, thousands of living beings are all-encompassing, and the disciples are also of all races.

And the three Ao Tianzun represent one of the four most outstanding descendants of the Tianqian Sect, known as the Aotian Little Sage, and is one of the Four Little Sages of Tianqian.

Among the many pieces of information that the Immortal God Emperor Sect handed over to Ye Qingyu, there were only four words for this Ao Tianzun's evaluation-

Extremely dangerous.

Ye Qingyu originally thought that with the current level of the Heavenly Desolate Realm, it should not cause such a mature realm as the Qianyuan Realm to be coveted, nor would it have any intersection with an existence like Ao Tianzun, but he never expected that the other party's tentacles had already extended into the Heavenly Desolate Realm, and he was so familiar with himself, it was obviously not an accident.

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