After the ascent failed

Chapter 890 The Continuation Battle
As Ye Chunyang stood up, the air was boiling. At this moment, he no longer held back, and his cultivation was completely released.

"Sure enough, it's the late stage of Void Return..."

Sensing Ye Chunyang's powerful aura, the Tianpeng patriarch was amazed.

When he was in Tianpeng Holy Land, Ye Chunyang's cultivation was far from what it is today. Unexpectedly, he has made such rapid progress in a short time.

The green lotus bloomed under Luo Qingcheng's feet, and they also stepped out together. Her breath was cold, like a nine-day fairy, glamorous and beautiful.

"Luoer, step back." Ye Chunyang turned his head and said.

"Husband, I will fight side by side with you." Luo Qingcheng said.

Ye Chunyang shook his head, smiled, and said: "This is between me and him, and I should settle it myself."

Luo Qingcheng wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Chunyang's persistent eyes, he hesitated for a while and finally nodded, restrained his breath and retreated.

Seeing this, everyone stepped back, leaving room for them.

"The one thing I regret the most is that I didn't get rid of you back then, making you my confidant." Mo Yao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body became boiling little by little, and the murderous aura filled the sky.

"Mo Yao, from the moment you chased and killed me 300 years ago, today's ending was doomed. Everything will be settled by you and me today." Ye Chunyang's voice was low, and he stepped forward.

"boom!"

A majestic sword energy soared into the sky, surrounded by 81 flying swords, emitting a dazzling golden thunder light.

This battle is not only to end the 300-year grievances, but also to continue the previous battle of the demon gods. Ye Chunyang has no reservations.

"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder!"

Surprised voices came from the crowd, and many people looked at Ye Chunyang's 81 flying swords with shocked expressions on their faces.

"It is said that the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder can only be born in the Thunder Cloud Pool in the desert of the Western Regions. There are very few people who can set foot there. He was able to refine the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder into a flying sword. It seems that he has been to the Thunder Cloud Pool before."

"The material of this sword is also extraordinary. If you read it correctly, it should be Tiancheng Thunder Wood. This wood is almost extinct. How could he have it?"

"..."

Everyone gasped, Tiancheng Leimu was already an extremely rare existence, and it was even integrated into the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, which was known as the number one attack in the ages. Such strength had to be shocking.

Looking at the 81 flying swords, Mo Yao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Back then when he was avatar in the lower realm, he had a fight with Ye Chunyang. At that time, Ye Chunyang's flying sword was not as strong as it is today. Unexpectedly, after coming to the spirit world, he would improve in all aspects.

Thinking of this, Mo Yao's thoughts of killing became more intense. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the surrounding aura swirled like a tidal wave, turning into a horned dragon and pouring into his palm.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

Venerable Nether walked to Mo Yao's side and said, "Since Mr. Mo Yao is going to have a showdown with this person, how about I send you a fortune?"

"What does your lord mean by that?" Mo Yao frowned.

Ye Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly, withdrew his mana temporarily, and looked at the other party calmly.

Venerable Nether smiled faintly, looked at the thirteen statues in front of him, and then made a seal with both hands, and struck out a spell from the air.

"Buzz."

Suddenly, as if a mysterious power was awakened, the thirteen statues buzzed and vibrated continuously.The eyes of each statue have different lights flashing, shooting out like sharp swords.

The next moment, I saw light gathering in the void, and Lord Nether then triggered the magic formula, and the mysterious power poured towards Mo Yao like a tidal wave.

With a sound of "Boom", Mo Yao's true essence erupted like a flood, and his aura became several times stronger than before, and there was a faint flow of mysterious will.

"The Mahayana will has been drawn out!" Hua Dongsheng exclaimed, "How is this possible?"

Just now Ye Chunyang was very surprised to understand the true meaning of Mahayana, but now Lord Nether is even more domineering, directly drawing out the true meaning of Mahayana and transplanting it to Mo Yao.

If Ye Chunyang was able to comprehend the true meaning of Mahayana because of his extremely high talent, then this Lord Nether is simply unpredictable.

"These statues turned out to be the true meaning of Mahayana, no wonder they can cause visions."

"If you can comprehend the true meaning of Mahayana, you will almost have the potential to ascend to immortality. How can this Nether Lord be controlled?"

"..."

Everyone felt incredible.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chunyang was also surprised.

He had realized the true meaning of Mahayana just now, and knew the strength of this will, but now that it has been transplanted into Mo Yao, his strength will definitely skyrocket because of it.

Lord Youming wanted to use Mo Yao's hand to kill himself.

"Hehe, thank you Lord for the gift." Mo Yao clenched his fists together, feeling the surging magic power and strong will in his body, showing arrogance on his face.

"Ye Chunyang, this time you will not be as lucky as you were 300 years ago, today is your death day!"

Mo Yao laughed wildly, and suddenly flew up, a powerful storm of will circulated around his body.

With the will of the Mahayana, his strength at this time can not only be measured by the late stage of returning to the void, with this strength, he can completely crush the same level.

Ye Chunyang frowned slightly, and also flew out with Shenhong.

He will not give Mo Yao any chance, and he will end all of this today.

A clone flashed behind him, holding a golden holy lotus under the cover of the sky, the dazzling Buddha light wrapped in mysterious Sanskrit, humming in the void.

"Chichichi..."

The golden light shone everywhere, piercing the space, and the bright golden lotus reached Mo Yao in an instant, but what was surprising was that Mo Yao just raised his hand lightly, and a terrifying storm of will swept out, and the golden light dissipated in an instant.

"Your avatar can cultivate to the same level as the real body, which is different, but unfortunately, today, both your avatar and the deity will die together."

Mo Yao sneered and saw his palm grabbing from the air, and shouted loudly: "True Spirit Sword!"

Within a radius of [-] zhang, the aura rolled back, and a long sword appeared in Mo Yao's hand. The blade was colorful and unusually colorful, and exuded an extremely cold aura.

After the words fell, Mo Yao raised his hand a little bit in the air, and the True Spirit Sword erupted with brilliance, drawing a ray of sword light like a scorching sun in the void, reaching directly in front of Ye Xiaobao.

"Bang bang bang..."

The turbulent sword energy filled the air, the air around Ye Xiaobao exploded, and the body shield was also shattered.

Seeing this scene, everyone secretly regretted it.

Ye Chunyang's avatar looks extremely extraordinary, and he has the Tongtian Lingbao in his hand, but it's a pity that Mo Yao's strength is beyond everyone's expectations. It is almost impossible for the avatar to survive this sword.

But then an amazing scene appeared!

Just as Mo Yao's sword light slashed down, Ye Chunyang's body skills were mobilized, and Ye Xiaobao suddenly disappeared without a trace, with no breath left.

Everyone was shocked!

No one saw clearly what happened just now, Ye Chunyang's avatar just disappeared like this, without showing any trace at all.

Gu Qian and Luo Qingcheng's eyes flashed, they naturally knew what was going on.

Ye Chunyang and his avatar can fuse together, and Mo Yao wants to kill his avatar, which is more difficult than killing his real body.

Everyone was watching the battle, but no one spoke.

This battle is the pinnacle battle of the younger generation. The two young powerhouses in the late stage of returning to the void are the enemies of fate. After this battle, only one of them will survive.

"It's a good concealment technique, but do you think you can be safe with this?"

Mo Yao's sword fell to the ground, and there was a bit of surprise on his face, but a sneer soon appeared on his face.

He raised his hand, and the True Spirit Sword flew back into his hand, and then shook the sword again, and the dazzling sword light shrouded the void like a scorching sun.

Mo Yao was originally the number one genius in the Lingxiao Realm, and the leader of the younger generation in the Human Sovereign Realm. Naturally, his strength is not weak, but what no one knows is that his natal magic weapon is also a flying sword.

There is a trace of true spirit in this sword of true spirit, which has been cultivated since the beginning of Taoism, and has long been integrated with him, but it is rarely revealed in front of people, because there is no need for that.

In the younger generation of the Human Sovereign Realm, Mo Yao is already invincible, no one is qualified to let him use the sword.

Ye Chunyang looked at the sun-like sword wheel in the sky, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

With a cold snort, he disappeared in a flash, and then he heard bursts of thunder, the sky was filled with golden profound thunder, and sharp thunder swords rushed towards the sword wheel like a rain curtain.

Make swords out of swords!

In terms of sword art cultivation, Ye Chunyang has reached the pinnacle of perfection, all 81 perishing swords contain his natal aura, and the power of each bite is comparable to that of the Tongtian Lingbao, and he has no fear against Mo Yao's True Spirit Sword.

The crisp sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" came out, the golden thunder flashed in the sky, and the colorful sword energy turned into a storm and circled, destroying everything in the temple, and the void was cut into black gaps.

Quite a number of people's expressions were shocked. Such a terrible impact was almost no longer under the battle of the monks in the fit period. They hurriedly sacrificed their magic weapons for protection, but most of them couldn't resist and were directly shocked by the sword energy.

There was a booming sound, and the two figures retreated at the same time. Ye Chunyang was surrounded by swords, and Mo Yao was holding the True Spirit Sword. The aura of both of them reached its peak.

"Mr. Mo Yao, Mahayana will can increase your mana, why not use it?" Venerable You Ming said quietly.

Mo Yao sneered when he heard the words, he sacrificed the sword with both hands, and drew a bright sword glow in front of him, pouring all his mana into it.

A mysterious resonance came from his True Spirit Sword, and the thirteen statues vibrated as if they were being given life, and a terrible storm of will shrouded Ye Chunyang respectively.

"careful!"

Luo Qingcheng couldn't help reminding.

Mahayana will is an irresistible existence for monks returning to the void. With the blessing of the will of the thirteen statues, Mo Yao's strength has far surpassed that of ordinary late-stage returning monks.

"Ye Chunyang, today you will fall here no matter what!"

Mo Yao shouted loudly, and the True Spirit Sword slashed down in the air.

This resplendent sword carried unparalleled sharpness, and the space was shattered.

Ye Chunyang watched the sword marks coming, but he didn't panic at all.

The spiritual light erupted on his body, and the clone appeared again, sacrificing the Brahma Holy Lotus to meet the sword light, while his deity was shocked, turning into a real phoenix and flying out.

It is astonishing to use the magic and secret method of the nine transformations of the true spirit!
(End of this chapter)