The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

To their astonishment, the golden dragon soared into the Bagua formation in the sky, instantly transforming into a sky full of yellow sand.

Everything around fell silent for a moment.

"The Mysterious Earth Realm!"

Qin Yangjun's calm voice broke the silence that had fallen over the world.

Boom!

With a sonic boom, a terrifying gravitational force suddenly descended.

Of the cultivators from the Eastern Continent, only the four Mahayana stage cultivators could withstand the force; the rest were all forced to the ground by the gravitational pull.

The endless yellow sand not only obscured their vision but also suppressed their spiritual power.

So much so that they were completely unaware of the situation of those around them.

Aside from the one from the Asura Hall, the remaining three Mahayana stage cultivators all gasped in shock.

As they resisted gravity and looked up at the sky, a terrifying thought arose in their minds.

Immortal magic?!

The endless yellow sand obscured the Gao family's view, but at this moment, they were protected by a white shield.

Feng Ya floated in mid-air, arms crossed, looking serious. Above her head, a blue bead radiating a seven-colored divine light was suspended.

"Soul-Stabilizing Heavenly Bead..."

Gao Tianwei looked at that bead with some disbelief.

Although he was from a collateral branch, as a Mahayana cultivator, his status in the Gao family was not low.

As it happened, he had overheard some of the elders in the clan talking about this bead.

This is a pseudo-immortal artifact, obtained by the previous head of the Gao family from the Tomb of the Dead Immortals.

It is said that this pseudo-immortal artifact can withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator at the third stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

This is a true defensive treasure.

Later, the previous patriarch gave this bead as a gift to the strongest young man in their clan.

He just didn't expect that Feng Ya, a member of the Feng family, would actually use this magic weapon to save them.

At this moment, the leader of the Asura Hall finally realized that Qin Yangjun was no ordinary person.

Since he did not know Qin Yangjun's location, he could only look up to the sky and say:

"who are you?"

Qin Yangjun did not respond to him. Since he had already made his move, he was not prepared to hold back and had to teach these people a profound lesson.

Otherwise, they might really think that Emperor Yuqian has no temper.

Qin Yangjun raised one hand, and spiritual energy dissipated, causing the gravity in the Xuanzhong Realm to rise several levels instantly.

The immense pressure was applied to those cultivators from the Eastern Continent, causing their bones to creak and groan.

Before long, blood began to seep from beneath them, and cries of agony filled the air.

The Mahayana cultivator from the Joyful Sect seemed to be struggling to hold on. He was already injured and his spiritual energy was depleted, so he couldn't withstand such an attack.

With a single gesture, a red ribbon flew out from her sleeve and coiled above her head, helping her resist the gravity of the Xuan Tu realm.

The remaining few also used their magical artifacts.

A blood-red ghost-headed doll flew out from the arms of the leader of the Black Witch Pavilion.

The doll emitted terrifying laughter, and a blood-red aura began to envelop it.

The cultivator from Demon Corpse Valley took out a pitch-black oil lamp. The light from the lamp dispelled the yellow sand around him and also dispelled gravity, creating an isolated space for him with a radius of two meters.

The leader of the Asura Palace remained unaffected throughout, with the ghostly figures behind him constantly protecting him from the power of the Xuan Tu realm.

But he also knew that this technique was extraordinary, and his own shadowy soldiers probably wouldn't last long.

"Since you're unwilling to reveal your identity, then I'll see just how capable you are!"

The leader of the Asura Hall held his long sword horizontally, gripped it with his right hand, and then pulled it sharply.

Crimson blood splattered, forming a blood-red ring that circled around his body.

The ghostly figure behind him let out a deafening roar, and its aura suddenly surged several times.

With a sweep of his twin axes, a massive blood-red blade cleaved through the yellow sand, heading directly towards Qin Yangjun's location.

Just as the blood-red blade was about to strike Qin Yangjun, yellow sand gathered and transformed into an earthen shield.

The blood-red blade struck the earthen shield, triggering an explosion that sent Qin Yangjun flying several meters backward.

A blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse.

This confirmed Qin Yangjun's location for the leaders.

Given the current situation, the other three Mahayana cultivators were not prepared to sit idly by and wait for their doom.

They all took action.

The leader of the Demon Corpse Valley took out several talismans and cast them into the cursed corpse's body. The cursed corpse's aura immediately surged, and it roared angrily, exerting its strength like a cannonball as it charged towards Qin Yangjun.

Qin Yangjun, suspended in mid-air, felt a chill creep up his spine.

He suddenly dodged, and the cursed corpse's fist grazed past his body.

Having just escaped the cursed corpse, Qin Yangjun found that a layer of black mist had covered his vision.

His vision began to blur, and strange chanting entered Qin Yangjun's ears. A sharp pain shot through him, and he felt something moving inside his body.

Damn it, it really is a curse!

Qin Yangjun gritted his teeth, clasped his hands together, and the Golden Crow Martial Image rose from his body, its blazing light dispelling the black mist that enveloped him.

Just as the black mist was dispelled, a series of clear laughs rang in his ears, and a pink beam of light pierced through the yellow sand, exploding around Qin Yangjun.

Immediately, Qin Yangjun's vision was enveloped in a pink mist.

The next second, Qin Yangjun saw a huge long sword appear out of thin air and slash towards him.

Qin Yangjun raised his hand and erected an earthen wall. His long sword swept across it, but then vanished into thin air, only to reappear before Qin Yangjun's eyes.

Illusion?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the long sword slashed across, and Qin Yangjun instinctively dodged. In Qin Yangjun's eyes, the long sword severed his flowing hair.

"Ah!"

Qin Yangjun roared, activated the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Slaying Technique, and a burst of qi erupted from his body, directly shattering the long sword.

However, the offensive from the other side was far from over.

Qin Yangjun felt a cold wind blow behind him, and the leader of the Asura Hall appeared behind him without him noticing.

The cursed corpse, which had rushed too far ahead, changed direction in mid-air and charged back towards Qin Yangjun.

The pink mist reformed once more, this time forming dozens of weapons, all of which attacked Qin Yangjun.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns rang out again, and everything before Qin Yangjun's eyes was plunged into darkness.

next second.

The leader of the Asura Hall swept his long sword across, and Qin Yangjun's body instantly turned into liquid.

As a result, the remaining weapons and the attacks from the cursed corpses all landed on the leader of the Asura Hall.

The leader managed to withstand the weapon attacks, but not the cursed corpse's claws. He was slammed into the ground by the cursed corpse.

His body crashed into the Black Witch Pavilion cultivators, instantly creating a burst of blood mist...

P.S.: Sorry for the lateness, I've been really busy lately.

PS2: There are so many big shots lately, you can see banners being put up as soon as you enter the app.

PS3: Although I'm busy, I'm still holding back something big. I have to do something big for the New Year, something big!!

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Gao Family's Astonishment

The blood mist was quickly suppressed by gravity, and the leader of the Asura Hall, covered in blood, climbed out of the pit.

Although it wasn't his blood, what had just happened was enough to ignite his anger.

An Yi was very annoyed; he knew he should have killed these people.

The leaders of the Joyful Sect and the Demon Corpse Valley both froze for a moment.

Just as he was about to explain, he heard that cold, sinister voice from An Yi.

"A bunch of nuisances! Just die!!!"

He suddenly plunged the long sword in his hand into the ground, and a blood-red array suddenly appeared, with terrifying spiritual power surging up from his body.

Roar! ! ! !

The roar of the ghostly figure behind him echoed through the sky, even dispersing the vast expanse of yellow sand.

The ghostly figure behind him suddenly rose dozens of feet taller, and with a swift movement, the ghostly figure brought its two axes together, transforming them into a giant axe.

Feng Ya frowned slightly and raised her hand to channel spiritual energy into the Soul-Stabilizing Heavenly Pearl above her head.

The divine light emitted by the Soul-Stabilizing Heavenly Pearl became even more dazzling, and the originally thin protective shield was suddenly reinforced by several layers.

"Annihilation!"

As An Yi's voice fell, a dark light flashed in the eyes of the giant ghost, and the giant axe was swung instantly, stirring up a storm.

Cua!

The giant axe swung with extraordinary speed, almost in the blink of an eye.

Those three were, after all, Mahayana stage cultivators, and they managed to react to some extent and tried their best to defend themselves. Even so, three blood flowers still exploded in the sky.