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An extremely loud sword sound traversed the space and resounded throughout the sky of Atlantis.

Both Cangyuan and Chongming could hear the earth-shaking sound of the sword.

It was like a sharp weapon splitting the sky, and in an instant, it was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

"What's that sound?! Did you all hear it?"

"It sounds like some kind of weapon, but no weapon has appeared."

"Where on earth did this sound come from?"

Baili Changkong's expression was shocked: "Lan boy, the sound of the sword came from the alien space built by the old high priest. It's amazing!"

Just as Atlantis and the land are not in the same space, the networks of the two sides are not interoperable.

Space and space are independent of each other and should not affect each other.

Lancelot was overjoyed: "Your Majesty is indeed used to using a sword. Could it be that Your Majesty defeated the old man?"

"No." Baili Changkong shook his head and said slowly, "If the old man was defeated, the alien space he constructed would definitely be shattered, but it hasn't been shattered now."

So, what exactly happened?
At this moment, in a different space.

The high priest suddenly discovered that his strength seemed to be blocked by something, preventing him from moving forward even a single step.

"Shhh-"

Something floated out from Ye Wanlan's chest. It was a broken piece of black iron. It looked dull and did not look like some kind of magical weapon.

But at this moment, these fragments actually burst out with a protective power more powerful than the Shadow Sword and the Divine Sword.

It was this power that protected Ye Wanlan's heart and prevented the high priest from hurting her.

"Hmm?" The high priest's eyes gradually solidified. "Sword of the King of Yan?!"

Of course he knew that the Sword of King Yan had fallen into Atlantis, and he also knew that the Sword of King Yan had turned into pieces and could not be restored.

No matter how powerful Hejia is, he is dead after all and will not have any impact on his plan.

The broken sword of King Yan is worse than scrap copper and iron and is completely useless.

But now, what's going on? !
Ye Wanlan's gaze suddenly paused, and she couldn't help but say, "Brother Wang..."

She stretched out her hand, her fingers were covered in blood, which was completely absorbed by the fragments.

"Buzz!"

The space shook violently, and light suddenly exploded, pulling the fragments together.

The high priest also noticed something was wrong. He wanted to order the power to stop, but it didn't work.

One second, two seconds...seven seconds, eight seconds, with a "clang" and then a "dang", all the fragments condensed together and became a complete sword.

Lian Ye Wanlan had never imagined that the Sword of King Yan, which she had been unable to restore no matter how many times she tried, would become complete at this moment.

But in front of her, there was more than just a cold sword.

With a loud bang, a tall and straight shadow appeared behind the sword.

The man was wearing black iron armor with gold threads, and his long black hair was tied up with a crown. Although he had his eyes closed, it could not conceal his handsome and elegant face, and the imposing aura of a person who had been in a superior position for a long time.

His body was as straight and tall as a pine tree, and he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, glowing with a faint light in the deep purple alien space, illuminating the long night and the starry sky.

The Dharma image of King Yan!

He Jia is known as the "master of both spear and sword", so naturally he has profound martial arts skills.

No matter which weapon you practice, the ultimate goal is to reach the state where man and weapon become one.

At this state, one can transform the body into a weapon, or transform into a tall and majestic Dharma image, standing tall and towering.

However, at Hejia's level, there are very few battles in which he can use his Dharma image.

In Princess Yongning's previous life, Ye Wanlan had never seen him before.

Although it was a Dharma image, it was a face and a figure that she was familiar with.

He stood in front of her and protected her behind him, just like he had done countless times three hundred years ago, never allowing anyone to hurt her in the slightest. Ye Wanlan almost shed tears, her eyes gradually turned red: "Brother Wang."

As if he heard her call, King Yan's Dharma image moved at this moment!
Tsuruga still had his eyes closed, but he raised his hand, and the shadow raised his sword.

The King of Yan's sword also rose slowly with his movement, and actually split this small world into two.

Seeing this scene, the high priest's pupils suddenly contracted, and he blurted out: "This is impossible!"

How long has Hejia been dead?

How is it possible that there are still Dharma images left in the world?

Could it be that the King of Yan is really still alive? !
The high priest thought of the bet he had made with that voice, and his brows and eyes became more stern: "Playing tricks! I want to see how powerful your Dharma image is!"

With a loud bang, a shadow also appeared behind the high priest.

This is his Dharma image.

He has been practicing for thousands or even tens of thousands of years longer than Prince Yan and Princess Yongning!
Even if they joined forces, they would never be her match.

And it was because King Yan's Dharmadhatu removed his power from Ye Wanlan that Ye Wanlan was able to break free.

Her expression was cold: "Just in time!"

With a step forward, another step forward.

Ye Wanlan slowly raised his hand, with his index finger resting between his eyebrows: "Use the power of heaven and earth, and let the five elements rotate——"

"The blue dragon turns bones into flesh, and the white tiger forges tendons!"

"Ignite my blood and condense my soul!"

"Know my will, gather my form!"

"With a body like a mountain, I have the strength to rise to a thousand feet!"

"Rivers and seas are its veins, its energy shakes the world!"

Ye Wanlan slowly recited the last sentence: "Follow the laws of heaven and earth, all gods will rise!"

"Rumble--"

A huge shadow also appeared behind Ye Wanlan.

The Dharma image rises from the ground, overlooking the bell.

Three Dharmakās arrived at this small world at the same time, and their tremendous power tore the space apart madly.

The high priest was so focused on his own Dharma image that he had no time to devote more energy to maintaining the space.

"Crack!"

"Kacha kacha——"

The space finally couldn't hold on and shattered.

A roar was heard, and three Dharma images appeared before everyone's eyes.

Everyone felt the overwhelming pressure coming down on them. Even the strongest people like Lanslo and Baili Changkong had the pressure of thousands of soldiers on their backs.

"God..."

"A miracle, a true miracle!"

"What kind of magic is this? Such a terrifying pressure."

"The High Priest is the representative of God, but why, Your Majesty... who is the other person?"

Everyone stared blankly at the two Dharma images standing opposite each other in the air, and were all speechless.

Ye Wanlan held the Yiying Sword, and the King of Yan's Dharma Image also held the King of Yan's Sword.

Three hundred years later, Princess Yongning can finally fight side by side with the King of Yan. (End of this chapter)