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Chapter 1860: Chun Yang Jian Zi Returns Home
The young man in green came to the battlefield, crossed the battlefield, and entered the colorful sea.

He was like a traveler who had been on a journey for tens of thousands of years, finally returning to his hometown, exhausted, and accurately finding his house. Beside the house, a group of ants and butterflies gathered, fluttering in colorful colors, which was very beautiful and brought a lot of liveliness to the area around the house.

Then, it was gone.

The surrounding heaven and earth, the entire battlefield of brutal fighting seemed to be frozen. The sound disappeared and the fighting stopped.

Everyone was shocked.

‘Hiss~’

Ming Guangzi took a deep breath, his body felt cold, and fear rose in his heart.

He is becoming more and more like her.

Like the successive masters of the Great Sun Sword, especially Xiyuan.

The life and death of all living beings, especially the life and death of sword cultivators, is like a game in front of him.

This is destiny, this is glory, this is opportunity.

How could the benevolent Great Sun Sword Master snatch the opportunity from his subordinates?

Maybe he just thought it was noisy.

Without Daozi here, there would be no enemies for him.

Perhaps, only the citizens of the Dongji Demon Sect can awaken his humanity. Apart from that, even if all the Great Sun Sword Cultivators were killed, there would not be a ripple in his heart.

The fate of the Great Sun Sword Cultivator is the battlefield and death. There is nothing strange about it.

Without enemies, the life of a Great Sun Sword Cultivator would be incomplete, there would be no hope, and the whole life would be dark without a single ray of light.

This is worse than death.

Putting himself in other people's shoes, the Great Sun Sword Master would never interfere with his subordinates on the battlefield, even if they all died in battle.

This is what the sages said: Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you.

"Pure Yang..."

"... Pure... Pure Yang... Sword?!"

The pupils of the Black Evil God in the Seven Killings Palace contracted violently.

illusion?

Was that just an illusion?

A phantom floated by silently, as if passing by, passing through numerous formations, curses, and rules, and went straight into the colorful sea. It was familiar with the place, as if it was returning home.

Is it an illusion?

Do gods also have hallucinations? !
The Heisha Tianren felt horrified and doubtful, and was hesitant.

If it was Chunyang Jianzi, why didn't Chunyang Jianzi launch a sneak attack on me?
According to past intelligence, Chunyang Swordsman has always been sinister and bloodthirsty, and it is common for him to lie dormant for thousands or even tens of thousands of years just to assassinate a certain target.

This is how the Silk-pulling Celestial Being was defeated.

The same was true when Chunyang Jianzi was weak and when he assassinated many Void Refining cultivators in the Leiyan Domain.

This is a bloodthirsty swordsman who has a fanatical desire for the death of all living beings.

How could this swordsman ignore him?

Therefore, this must be an illusion!

The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm's Colorful Divine Light Array is about to collapse, so it's deliberately being mysterious and creating an illusion in order to confuse them and make them wary so that they can continue to delay time.

"Ha ha!"

"Your tricks are so ridiculous, hahaha..."

The Black Evil God laughed and mocked.

He had thought that his laughter was disdainful and hearty and heroic, and that was what he had intended.

However, the moment this laughter came out, Heisha Tianren himself was shocked.

The laughter that came out was so hoarse, weak, powerless, and even trembling involuntarily. This terrible instinct even forced itself to override his personal will.

"I……"

The Black Evil God showed a bitter smile.

At this moment, the expression on his face and the emotions in his heart finally became unified and no longer went their separate ways.

"Young Master!" Gong Caiyu, one of Tushan's maids, clasped her hands together.

With a whoosh, she flew towards the depths of the colorful sea, ignoring the battlefield, jumping and skipping, walking very happily.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

In this world, only Yang Gu Tianren's wild laughter was echoing. It was so unscrupulous, so heroic, and so happy.

This skinny, emaciated old man laughed crazily like he was having a cramp, as if he was going to laugh all his internal organs out. In the end, he even bent over with laughter, and tears came out of his eyes.

This is the strongest celestial being in the history of the Chunyang lineage. His power far exceeds that of the peak celestial beings. He has a glimmer of hope of being promoted to the Supreme Being. He is knowledgeable and has already understood everything.

The Chunyang lineage has already embarked on the path to supremacy!
The Supreme Road!
"Hahaha!"

"Black dog!"

"I'm happy today, so I won't play with you."

Yanggu Tianren took a long time to control his laughter, straightened up, and said unhappily: "Why did this brat leave?"

"I have to find him out."

"Even if you've been out for too long and feel sleepy, you should clean the house before going to bed."

call out!
Yanggu Tianren no longer cared about the battlefield and flew quickly towards the depths of the Seven-Colored Sea. Mingguangzi and others followed closely behind him, as if they were not afraid at all of a sneak attack from the monks of the Seven Killings Immortal Palace behind them.

A group of gods who were in harmony with the way of heaven and man were extremely excited and spoke incoherently, and flew quickly towards the depths of the colorful sea.

The Seven-Colored Realm Sea is the very center of the Colorful Flowing Light Domain, where eighth-grade and even quasi-ninth-grade spiritual veins converge.

This place is rich in natural resources and has many talented people. It is the residence of Chunyang Sword Master and the Dayi Palace. Many Chunyang sword masters, Tushan maids, and Dayi sword masters usually practice here.

Except for the most central places.

The mirror sea in the center is the center of the seven seas of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. It is covered by layers of quasi-ninth-level formations. It was originally designed to be the residence of Chunyang Swordsman, and no one has ever entered.

At this moment, many sword cultivators came here, and everyone, including Ming Guangzi who was at the celestial level, looked at Yang Gu Tianren.

Chunyang Sword Master's protector and guardian.

This old celestial being is of a very high seniority and has the authority here.

Of course, this is assuming that Chunyang Swordsman doesn't object.

"Let's go!"

"Ha ha!"

Yang Gu Tianren was very happy today and smiled from ear to ear. He waved his hand and led everyone into the Colorful Sea Palace.

Everyone saw that the palace here was built with colorful divine light, with heavy runes flashing from time to time, and terrifying colorful sword energy emerging from time to time, like a dream space.

Everyone followed Yanggu Tianren step by step and passed through the numerous palaces.

Finally, in the main hall in the center, they saw a young man in blue sitting cross-legged, with Tushan's maid Changgong Caiyu standing quietly and obediently behind him, just like many years ago.

"senior."

"I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as charming as ever, making others envious."

The young man opened his eyes helplessly and looked at Yanggu Tianren.

Only this old senior who had given him great help when he was weak in the past could be so unscrupulous, otherwise no one would be able to break into his palace and interfere with his decision-making.

"Ha ha!"

"Stinky boy!"

Yanggu Tianren completely ignored the boy's helplessness, came up to him, patted his shoulder, and laughed wildly: "Tell me! Why don't you kill that bastard Heisha?"

"You can't be this sleepy even if you're sleepy!"

"senior."

“Respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue that the younger generation truly recognizes.”

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and said seriously, "If you can kill the Black Evil Celestial Being head-on on the battlefield, you may be able to make some progress in your Taoism. This is a great opportunity, and I don't know if I will have it again if I miss it."

"Therefore, the younger generation dare not disturb it."

(End of this chapter)