Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"We'll see."

Wang Yuyan turned around and smiled at the sea of ​​clouds below the peak.

"If Elder Lei Sha was truly determined to capture me, why would he need to send someone?"

"He caught up with us long ago."

That statement isn't entirely without merit.

Wang Mang, however, did not laugh.

"Yu Yan".

You're being too naive.

Wang Mang kicked a pebble off the cliff, and the stone rolled twice before falling silent.

"But things are different now."

Who is the Supreme Elder Li Changfeng?

"Mahayana period".

Have you considered the profound foundation of the Mahayana period?

"He can secretly cultivate several Nascent Soul cultivators, just like you can cultivate a few orchids."

"These people never show their faces, never attend sect ceremonies, and their names cannot even be found in the disciple register."

Wang Yuyan's smile faded.

The wind blew in again from the mountain pass, the gauze skirt clung to her legs, and another layer of scabs fell off.

Wang Mang pointed to the horizon.

At the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, there was a very faint bluish-gray line, as if someone had scratched it out with their fingernail.

"Did you see that?"

"That's the boundary."

"We will be able to enter the Xuanhuang Continent in a few more hours."

"Once we get there, the influence of the Luoyun Sect will be greatly diminished."

"No time to hesitate, hurry!"

Wang Yuyan remained standing still.

He doesn't have himself on his mind.

Han Ye is dead, and his past has been exposed.

I originally wanted to make it flawless.

But what if Yanyu Pavilion is really implicated now?

"Yu Yan!"

Wang Mang shouted.

Wang Yuyan suddenly looked up.

"Walk."

"Go find your husband first."

The two streaks of light had just left the ground.

Several beams of light flashed through the clouds behind the peak.

Ten Nascent Soul cultivators.

Two Nascent Souls.

They were all wearing the same Luoyun Sect disciple robes.

Ha ha!

It has to be said that the Luoyun Sect is slowly getting better.

So many Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul cultivators appeared all at once.

Compared to the forces of the Xuanhuang Continent, even without considering the existence of the Supreme Elders.

They are just as good.

Wang Mang's eyes first fell on the two Nascent Soul cultivators.

A new face.

This is interesting.

My guess was right; that Supreme Elder certainly couldn't have only trained two Nascent Soul cultivators.

Su Chen is such a deep and calculating guy.

They might have discovered it a long time ago.

But these people have no intention of letting Wang Yuyan off so easily.

Even Wang Mang couldn't tell whether it was Lei Sha or Li Changfeng who gave the order.

With such ruthless extermination, don't they consider the existence of Su Chen?

The deity then shook out a banner from his sleeve.

With a flick of the banner, countless wronged souls swirled around...

The other Nascent Soul cultivator didn't take anything.

He simply flipped his palm over, and a ball of fire rose up in his palm.

Crimson flames...

The fire didn't burn the air, it only burned spiritual energy, and the flames leaped three feet high.

It's just like Su Chen's bone inflammation many years ago.

However, compared to Su Chen's bone inflammation back then, Wang Mang felt that this will-o'-the-wisp was nothing.

"Wang Mang".

The one holding the soul banner spoke, his throat as dry as two stones rubbing together.

"Hand them over."

"Go back and accept your confinement; the sect will not pursue your karma."

"I was going to sit in solitary confinement anyway."

Wang Mang held the sword horizontally, its spine pressed against his brow.

"No need for you two to worry about it."

"Yu Yan!"

"Give me these two Nascent Soul cultivators."

"If you see an opportunity, leave. Don't worry about me."

"At worst, I'll just be confined to my room. I was planning to go into seclusion anyway."

Wang Yuyan didn't speak. A plain white silk ribbon slid out from her sleeve, and with a flick of her wrist, it grew to a length of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The first swipe of the spirit ribbon sent the two fastest-charging Nascent Soul cultivators flying backward.

There is a real chasm between the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage and the late stage of the Spirit Transformation stage.

The ten Nascent Soul cultivators dared not approach, so they spread out into a circle and used flying swords and talismans to press inward layer by layer.

Wang Yuyan indeed doesn't have many methods of killing.

The Misty Rain Pavilion's techniques are primarily defensive, and that spirit ribbon is best at binding, twisting, and dragging.

The spiritual power that could transform into a god pressed down on the spirit silk, and the silk swept across and became a wall.

The flying sword collided with it and was sent flying.

The talisman was stuck on, and then turned to ash.

After thirty moves, none of the ten Nascent Soul cultivators had died, but none of them could even get within three feet of Wang Yuyan.

The commotion over there was much bigger.

Wang Mang's sword left his hand first.

Purple lightning exploded from the spine of the sword, splitting into nine, with the nine purple lightning sword shadows twisting together in mid-air.

"Nine Layers of Thunderous Force!"

Nine swords fell simultaneously.

The one holding the Soul Banner turned the banner over, and hundreds of faces on the banner opened their mouths at the same time.

silent.

But the nine purple lightning sword shadows crashed into that silence, like hot iron thrown into cold water, and were all extinguished with a sizzle.

The Soul Banner devours killing intent.

Wang Mang was prepared; he didn't pursue after the sword was lost, but instead got close to the soul banner.

He slapped the flagpole with his palm.

Lightning bolted down the banner pole, and half of the sleeve of the celestial being holding the banner was blown to ash.

The black fire came from the side.

One ball of fire split into seven, and the seven split into forty-nine, enveloping everything from all directions.

That fire doesn't burn the skin and flesh, but it burns spiritual energy.

Wang Mang's protective aura dimmed after only three hits.

"nice one."

Wang Mang swiped the sword back into his palm and drew it through the air.

"It's a pity you ran into me."

"The Thunder Pool is within reach."

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet sank an inch, and that inch was filled with rolling purple lightning.

The black fire rushed in, only to be crushed layer by layer by the violent energy within the Thunder Pool.

"When did my Luoyun Sect acquire such sinister techniques?"

Wang Mang made a sarcastic remark.

If it weren't for his own lightning-attribute cultivation technique being the most effective counter to this type of demonic magic.

They've probably already lost ground.

Su Chen, Su Chen, I really owe you!

I've risked my life time and time again for you, kid.

You'd better repay me properly this time, kid!

In an instant, countless divine souls surged forth from that soul banner.

"You don't have to die today."

"I'll sever two of your meridians and carry you back."

"You've certainly thought of everything for me."

Wang Mang stomped his left foot down, and three fingers of the black hand on his ankle were burned off by lightning.

The sword tip pressed down smoothly.

"Thunderous roar overturns the sea."

With a single cleavage, purple lightning shot out from the tip of the sword, forming a waterfall of lightning thirty feet wide.

Four of the seven old souls were scattered by the lightning waterfall.

One of the faces on the spirit banner was missing.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged a glance.

Then, the soul banner and the black fire merged together.

Banners covered the top, and black flames spread across the ground.

The sky is not visible above, nor are any stones below.

Wang Mang was trapped in that small space, and the lightning on his sword was suppressed to just a thin layer.

"Yu Yan!"

Wang Mang forced out this sound through gritted teeth.

"Leave me alone!"

"Run towards the boundary wall!"

As soon as Wang Yuyan retracted her spirit ribbon, she was already three zhang tall.

Ten Nascent Soul cultivators rushed forward at once.

......

The bluish-gray line of the boundary wall was being pierced by two streaks of light.

The moment I passed through, the smell of the wind changed.

One moment it was moisture in the sea of ​​clouds of the Xuanhuang Continent, the next it had dried up.

"This is the Qingzhou Continent."

The female cultivator hovered above the clouds, the hem of her gauze skirt lifted by the dry wind.

"The spiritual energy is indeed weak."

"When I see my martial uncle, I must first tell him about that news from the upper realm."

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