【Chapter 254】The Crown Prince of the Celestial Clan
【Chapter 254】The Crown Prince of the Celestial Clan
"We sent a telepathic message to the disciple guarding the soul lamp and learned that Junior Brother Yan's soul lamp has been lit. That's why we plan to go back to the sect to tell you about Junior Brother Yan's disappearance and send our disciples to continue looking for Junior Brother Yan."
"I didn't expect that we would hear the bad news that Junior Brother Yan's soul lamp went out just after we came back."
The third elder took the initiative and explained the incident of Yan Feiyu in detail. He knelt down and apologized: "It was our incompetence that failed to protect Junior Brother Yan. Please punish us, Grand Elder."
The other three elders also knelt down.
The aura of Patriarch Yi Yang burst out, and a terrifying force pressed the three elders and others almost to the ground.
Just at this moment, a gray-haired old man walked in from outside. He waved his hand casually, and the pressure on the three elders and others disappeared in an instant.
"Yi Yang, I heard that your new apprentice had an accident."
He spoke briskly, and it was not hard to hear the gloating in his words. He is also the supreme elder of the Shinto sect, and everyone calls him Mingyang Patriarch.
His appearance forced Patriarch Yi Yang to suppress his urge to teach the three elders a lesson.
The three elders secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you all kneeling for?" Patriarch Mingyang looked at the three elders.
The Third Elder and his companions hurriedly stood up and saluted him: "Greetings, Third Grand Elder."
"Yi Yang, what mistakes did they make?" Patriarch Ming Yang found an empty seat and sat down, then looked at Patriarch Yi Yang and asked.
Patriarch Yi Yang knew that Patriarch Ming Yang had heard everything the Third Elder had just said. Asking this now is to support the three elders.
"Feiyu's affairs have nothing to do with you, just go and do your own things."
The third elder and his companions looked at Patriarch Mingyang with gratitude, bowed respectfully and left.
"I won't vent my anger on them anymore." Patriarch Yiyang ordered them to leave: "You can leave now."
"I just arrived and haven't even had a sip of tea, and you're already chasing me away." Patriarch Mingyang sat steadily, with no intention of getting up.
Patriarch Yiyang was stunned: "Aren't you here to support them?"
Patriarch Mingyang said in denial: "The person who could kill your disciple must be a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Use your secret technique to see who the other person is, and then we will go and seek revenge on him."
Patriarch Yi Yang's face turned dark. Patriarch Ming Yang wanted to find someone to fight, and he would only say something about helping his apprentice to avenge himself when he had no opponent.
"No, I'm about to avenge your disciple, why are you still giving me a cold shoulder?" Patriarch Mingyang said dissatisfiedly.
"I want to know who killed my apprentice more than you do." Patriarch Yi Yang said unhappily, "I didn't have time to leave a soul on Feiyu to protect him."
After being stunned, Patriarch Mingyang understood and showed contempt: "What do you mean by not having enough time? You don't want to, do you? You acted like you valued this disciple very much before, but it turns out you didn't care much."
The Yi Yang Patriarch had no words to express his suffering.
He could tell at first sight that Yan Feiyu's luck in driving was incredible, and he would be able to turn danger into safety even if he encountered danger. That's why he didn't waste his own energy to protect the other party.
If he had known that Yan Feiyu would face this disaster, he would have gone with him on this trip to the underground trading city no matter what.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t even know who killed Yan Feiyu.
Seeing that there was no fight to be fought, Patriarch Mingyang stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."
Looking at the disappearing figure of Patriarch Mingyang, Patriarch Yiyang murmured to himself: "Others may not know who killed my apprentice, but the people of Yuntian Holy Land must know."
These words were carried by the wind to the ears of the distant Mingyang Patriarch, who could not help but sneer. Patriarch Yi Yang was calculating with his abacus, thinking that he was warlike and would mindlessly challenge the Yuntian Holy Land.
He wanted to fight, but he didn't want to die.
After the auction in the underground trading city a few days ago, many people already knew that there were powerful immortals in the Yuntian Holy Land, and he didn't want to be slapped to death by the other party.
Yan Feiyu's death made some people in the Shinto sect feel sorry for the passing of such a genius.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
There was silence in the dark cave.
Ye Yishen, who was practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly broke out in cold sweat and looked painful. The spiritual energy in the cave seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and gathered towards him.
Soon he was wrapped in spiritual energy like a cocoon.
Nangong Chenyu, who was practicing nearby, felt the spiritual energy rushing in and suddenly opened his eyes. He went to see Ye Yishen first. The rich spiritual energy made Ye Yishen's figure looming in the distance.
A blue light flashed in Nangong Chenyu's right eye, and under his strange pupils, the image of Ye Yisheng wrapped in spiritual energy appeared clearly in his eyes.
Even though Ye Yisheng has been surrounded by spiritual energy, only a small amount of fairy spiritual energy has entered Ye Yisheng's body, and Ye Yisheng's body is being transformed by the fairy spiritual energy.
As long as Ye Yishen can hold on, he can evolve into an immortal body without going through the baptism of the Ascension Pool.
If he becomes an immortal body, even if Ye Yisheng has only the cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Stage, he will be invincible below the level of a Loose Immortal.
The spiritual energy around was so dense that it could almost turn into liquid. Nangong Chenyu practiced his cultivation technique and a green dragon shadow appeared above his head.
The Azure Dragon turned to face Ye Yishen, opened his mouth and inhaled, and the spiritual energy surrounding Ye Yishen whooshed into the Azure Dragon's mouth. Nangong Chenyu only felt a warm current flowing into his dantian, and the dragon ball in his dantian was spinning wildly.
The next moment, more spiritual energy rushed towards Ye Yisheng.
With Ye Yisheng around, Nangong Chenyu's cultivation was twice as effective with half the effort. The aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his cultivation level also began to rise.
Soon you will reach the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Afterwards, Nangong Chenyu's Dantian was like a bottomless pit that could accommodate any amount of spiritual energy. His cultivation was stuck at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yisheng's body began to emit a white light. From a distance, it looked like some rare treasure was about to mature.
Suddenly.
Ye Yishen opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed across his eyes. He turned his head to glance at Nangong Chenyu beside him, then used spatial teleportation to leave the cave silently.
When he appeared again, he was on an open space on the top of Heming Mountain.
The warm sunlight shone through the clouds onto him. He looked up and saw a sudden crack in the blue sky.
In just a blink of an eye, the hole closed again, as if it had never appeared.
"Sure enough, space cracks can be seen everywhere."
Ye Yishen could clearly feel the chaos in the space here and the surging laws of space. It was an excellent place to comprehend the laws of space.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Yisheng closed his eyes. The Nascent Soul in the Dantian transformed into a Soul and rushed out of the body, flying into a newly opened space crack.
In the void space, chains of laws formed by the laws of space hit Ye Yisheng's soul. Ye Yisheng’s soul seemed to feel no pain. He grasped the chain of laws and began to refine them.
At the same time, even if Ye Yisheng, who had already become an immortal body, did not practice any martial arts, his body was autonomously absorbing the surrounding immortal spiritual energy.
His cultivation soon broke through to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation, and then to the peak of the Spirit Transformation.
boom--
Break through the barrier and break through to the Void Refinement Stage.
Calamity clouds gathered in the sky, but because Ye Yisheng's soul was not in his body, the thunder had not yet fallen.
“Could it be that some incredible monster has appeared in Heming Mountain? The calamity clouds have been brewing for five days, but have not yet descended.” Old He, who was guarding the barrier of the Yuntian Holy Land, was suspended in the air, looking in the direction of Heming Mountain and muttering to himself.
The white-haired man appeared out of nowhere beside Mr. He: "Mr. He, I'm going out for a while."
"Holy Lord, you've come at the right time. It seems a big monster has appeared in Heming Mountain. Do you want to go and take a look?"
The white-haired man looked towards the direction of Heming Mountain. His cultivation was much higher than that of Mr. He, and he saw Ye Yishen sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain at a glance.
"There is no big monster in Heming Mountain. The calamity cloud was brought by a little fellow who cultivated the law of space."
The white-haired man's words were still echoing in He Lao's ears, and he had already appeared in front of Ye Yisheng.
Since Ye Yishen successfully transformed into an immortal body, the white-haired man immediately felt the familiar aura on Ye Yishen, the one he had once admired. There was an undisguised astonishment in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Crown Prince!"
There is no doubt that the person in front of me is definitely the prince of the Celestial Clan. Although he had never seen the true appearance of the Prince of the Celestial Clan, he had felt the sacred aura from him.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already arrived at the gate of the holy land, but he did not let him in.
Damn him!
Nangong Chenyu, who was practicing in the cave, saw the white-haired man appear on the top of the mountain through his spiritual sense, and he immediately stopped practicing.
In a flash, he also appeared on the top of the mountain.
"senior."
The white-haired man came back to his senses from his regret and waved at Nangong Chenyu.
"No need to be polite."
Why didn't he notice before that the person following this person was the prince of the Celestial Clan?
He is really blind.
Apart from the other three spirits, the only one who could follow this person was their Crown Prince.
Three months have passed, and according to regulations, they have to leave Yuntian Holy Land. But Ye Yishen was in a critical period of cultivation and should not be interrupted.
"Senior, can we continue to stay here and practice?" Nangong Chenyu looked at the white-haired man expectantly.
The white-haired man then turned his attention to Nangong Chenyu.
With just a quick glance, Nangong Chenyu felt as if he was seen through by the white-haired man. This was not a very pleasant experience.
The white-haired man turned to look at Ye Yisheng, then said to Nangong Chenyu: "He can continue to stay here to practice, but you have to leave. I can assure you that he will be safe here."
"May I ask, Senior, why can't I stay?"
“I see that your cultivation is about to be suppressed. You will have to overcome the tribulation after the breakthrough, and you cannot overcome the tribulation here. Yuntian Holy Land is covered by the Heaven Covering Formation. If you overcome the tribulation here, Yuntian Holy Land will be——”
The white-haired man pointed to the sky: "He discovered it."
Nangong Chenyu was not surprised at all that the white-haired man also knew that the Heavenly Dao in this world was a fake. "Can't you deal with him with your strength, senior?"
Although he couldn't see the white-haired man's cultivation level, he could feel that the other party's strength was unfathomable. Even if he is not a twelve-tribulation immortal, he has at least ten tribulations.
The white-haired man quickly shook his head: "You overestimate me. I really can't handle it."
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