After the ascent failed

Chapter 623

After traveling about three miles, a light appeared in front of Ye Chunyang's eyes.

The light was white in color, but it was filled with pure aura.

Deep in the underground ghost eyes here, it is impossible for the aura of heaven and earth to exist around, but such a strange scene appeared at this time, which made him feel moved.

"That thing is here!"

When Ye Chunyang was wondering, a veteran laugh suddenly came from behind.

"Hahaha!"

"Quick! Kill all the ghosts here, and the poor must quickly go to the place of spiritual energy!"

He didn't even call "disciple", and the expression on his face changed from the usual fairy demeanor, appearing extremely crazy.

Ye Chunyang's heart tightened, it was obvious that the old man's destination was here.

Which means his time has come.

As long as the old man gets something, he will definitely relax his vigilance, and at that time, he will definitely finish it with one blow!

Ye Chunyang remained calm, and continued to drive the sword to kill ghosts, and the sound of mourning came from the sword glow.

Although there are many ghosts here, they can't stop the thunder power of 81 perishing swords at all. A dense rain of swords descends from the sky, and the array of thousands of swords shows its might.

In less than a moment, the misty fog in front of him became clear, and the beam of light became even brighter.

The old Taoist was ecstatic on his face, he didn't care about what to say to Ye Chunyang and the three of them, and went straight to the light.

Only then did Ye Chunyang see clearly that it was a suspended square platform made of bluestone, on which was placed a simple stone basin, about the size of a palm, filled with a ball of milky white liquid.

The pure spiritual energy emanated from it.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er's eyes were also fixed, and they hurriedly followed the old way.

Ye Chunyang stared at the white liquid, raised his eyebrows slightly, judging from the fact that the old Taoist attached so much importance to it, this thing must not be ordinary.

"Lingyuan Xianqiong!"

At this moment, a low voice came from behind, and two figures rode the strong wind and arrived in an instant.

It was Yuan Xianyi and his disciples.

Seeing this object one by one, Yuan Xian showed ecstasy like the old Taoist, and rushed forward without any explanation.

At the same time, the old Taoist stepped down on the suspended platform first, and felt the breath coming from behind, his face turned cold.

"roll!"

The veteran made a penny, and the ancient flying sword rose across the sky, and the huge sword energy raged like a tidal wave, and slashed at Yuanxian fiercely.

"Boom!"

There was only a violent sound, and the sword energy above Yuan Xianyi's head exploded, and the terrifying sword brilliance enveloped him like a scorching sun, and the space collapsed everywhere.

"Humph!"

Yuan Xianyi didn't wait too long, seeing the sword light slashing down, he suddenly shook out a painting scroll in his hand, and saw a landscape painting on it, and under the urging of his magic formula, the scene in the painting suddenly emerged like a vivid one.

In the next moment, the mountains carried a mighty force and crushed the old way crazily.

These two Void Return mid-stage powerhouses fought together without saying a word.

"boom!"

A sword energy shot up into the sky, the figure of the old Taoist flashed out, the mountains were torn apart, and dissipated away out of thin air, but it failed to hurt him at all.

He flew into the air with an angry face, looked down, and saw Yuan Xianyi throwing the scroll again, and the turbulent spiritual energy swept past like a vast sea, trying to submerge him here.

While taking advantage of this gap, Yuan Xian's body flickered quickly, and an afterimage stayed in place, but his real body had already appeared beside the stone basin, opened a glazed jade bottle, and grabbed the Lingyuan Xianqiong in the stone basin.

"Yuan Xianyi, you are courting death!"

The old Taoist was furious, a terrifying brilliance erupted from his body, he rushed the painting scroll away, and then urged the flying sword to kill Yuan Xianyi behind.

This sword strike was extremely fast, even Yuan Xianyi's cultivation level was not weaker than the old Taoist's, his face showed a serious look, and he had to avoid the sharp edge for the time being.But because of this, he lost the opportunity to seize Lingyuan Xianqiong.

Seeing this, the old man flashed a sinister smile on his face, and flew down to the hanging platform again.

Ye Chunyang watched the two fight fiercely, and quietly backed away a few steps, the dark light in his eyes flickering.

In the battle of the Void Returning Stage, just a little aftermath can kill the Transforming God Stage.

His expression was gloomy, and finally his eyes turned cold, and the 81 perishing swords flew back to his side, ready to wait for the opportunity to escape.

This thing is obviously extremely precious, Ye Chunyang cannot be indifferent, but he still cherishes his own life even more.

"If you want Lingyuan Xianqiong, you have to ask Yuan if he agrees."

Being blocked many times, Yuan Xian's eyes were full of anger, and he quickly squeezed a formula with both hands, and the painting scroll suspended in front of him once again shone with dazzling brilliance, and the spiritual pressure of the landscape painting inside greatly increased.

He shook one hand, and the painting scroll flew out in the air, and suddenly covered the old Taoist.

Within a radius of one hundred feet, the void was completely solidified, and the vitality of the heavens and the earth was emptied.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er next to each other felt suffocated, and Hua Yanxi hurriedly pulled Hua Fei'er back and fled far away from the hanging platform.

Yuan Xianyi's disciple barely fought all the way here, his true energy was almost consumed, and before he had time to dodge, he was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He didn't dare to stay for half a minute, and hurriedly retreated back.

Ye Chunyang observed the situation in the arena, at this moment, it is undoubtedly the best time to escape!
His eyes flashed coldly, the mana in his body burst out, and then he dodged and walked away with the sword!

"what?"

When the old Taoist heard the movement, he suddenly looked at it.

"My dear apprentice, where are you going?"

Seeing that Ye Chunyang was about to escape from his control, the old man's expression darkened.

Although he has seen Lingyuan Xianqiong now, but there is ghost fog blocking him, he still has to rely on Ye Chunyang's sword array to return safely, not to mention that Lingyuan Xianqiong has not yet been obtained, how can he let Ye Chunyang leave?
Ye Chunyang's face darkened, and he didn't pay attention at all, and the escape technique became more and more unreservedly activated.

As long as he rushed through the ghost fog and returned to the original place, the old Taoist would never want to stop him. From now on, the sky is high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the fish are swimming!
"Can you get away?"

The old Taoist resisted Yuan Xianyi with one hand, and suddenly squeezed the spell with the other hand.

At this moment, he doesn't have the appearance of an expert with the slightest sense of immortality, showing his original ferociousness.

Seeing the old man's move, Ye Chunyang's mind was concentrated, but then he sneered, cut through the ghost fog without stopping, and fled crazily!

"Boy wants to die, poor Taoist will help you!" The old man laughed grinningly. He had put a forbidden spell on Ye Chunyang before, in order to prevent him from escaping.

He immediately recited the spell.

The sound of "buzzing" was loud, and Ye Chunyang, who was running wildly, suddenly had a mysterious mantra on his body, and a wave of terrifying mana surged like a tide, as if to dismember his body.

"Boy, this place is like hell, so you should be buried here!"

After playing the formula, the old Taoist didn't even look at Ye Chunyang, and concentrated on dealing with Yuan Xianyi.

But what happened next surprised the old man!
I saw a blue rainbow flashing from Ye Chunyang's body, and the mantras lingering around his body disappeared out of thin air, and then he didn't stop, still shooting towards the ghost fog without any hindrance.

"You didn't hit my forbidden curse!" The old Taoist was very surprised when he saw this scene!
His forbidden spell has clearly penetrated into Ye Chunyang's body, how can he solve it with the opponent's small initial stage of transformation?
Ye Chunyang didn't answer half a sentence, and continued to fly away.

The two daughters Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er were also stunned.

They saw the forbidden curse in Ye Chunyang's body, so why is he safe and sound at this moment?
"Hua Ling! Stop that kid!"

"Only the flying sword on his body can help us leave!"

Just when the old Taoist and his party were puzzled, there was a sudden stern voice, and Yuan Xianyi gave orders to the young man in the middle stage of transformation.

When the middle-stage youth named Hualing heard this, a sneer flashed across his face, and he immediately chased after Ye Chunyang.

Outside of the ghost fog, when Ye Chunyang sacrificed 81 perishing swords, he coveted them. He had long wanted to grab them, so how could he let them go now?

"Fancy! Take that kid down immediately!" the old Taoist also ordered.

Hua Yanxi looked at the old man, and then at Ye Chunyang, with a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

Along the way, Ye Chunyang killed countless ghosts in the stage of transformation by herself. With her cultivation in the early stages of transformation, can she really stop Ye Chunyang?

"This person must not leave, otherwise we will be trapped here!" Hua Fei'er said suddenly.

With a flash in her eyes, a rainbow light appeared in her hand, and aura surged around her.

It is the seven spirit fan from before.

"Fei'er, you can't make a move before the time comes!" Hua Yanxi felt a certain aura fluctuating in Hua Fei'er's body, her expression changed suddenly, and she hurriedly held her down.

"I can't control so much right now." Hua Fei'er was determined, and urged her feather fan to chase after Ye Chunyang.

At the same time, a mysterious aura emanated from her body, as if some strange power was waking up.

Hua Yanxi's expression changed again and again, and finally she had to grit her teeth and fly to catch up.

Ye Chunyang's heart sank when he felt three auras coming after him.

"Since you dare to come, be prepared to die here!"

Ye Chunyang looked back at the three people who were chasing after him, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He didn't say a word, and the sword formula urged him from the air!
The 81 flying swords roared loudly, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, exuding terrifying sword power.

"court death!"

Hua Ling chased after him first, and saw that Ye Chunyang's cultivation at the early stage of Huashen had the intention of confronting him head-on, so he couldn't help laughing angrily, with a slight disdain flashing in his eyes.

He opened the bow with both hands left and right, and pulled it in the air, and the bow and arrow full of spiritual power appeared immediately, and the spiritual arrow was overwhelming.

"Whoosh"!
As soon as Hua Ling released the bowstring, the spiritual arrow shot out through the air, heading straight for the Daqian Sword Formation, the void was torn apart in an instant, and the surrounding spiritual energy was berserk.

But then Hua Ling showed a look of shock!
The 81 flying swords hovered in the air, and each sword element was filled with amazing arcs. The spiritual arrows shot were cut into several pieces in an instant, and the dense flying swords appeared in the sky in a blink of an eye.

"what?"

Hua Ling couldn't believe it.

Ye Chunyang is obviously only at the stage of the early stage of transformation, but his mana is far stronger than him.

Hua Ling was furious in his heart when the piercing sword energy came, but he didn't dare to accept it forcefully.

Ye Chunyang looked at Hua Ling, a slight sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he didn't bother to tangle with him, so he drove away again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind descended from the sky, carrying extremely turbulent spiritual power to press down, Ye Chunyang was caught off guard and was forced to stagnate.

He raised his head with a gloomy expression, and a feather fan flew in the air.

(End of this chapter)