A simple stone house stood eerily in the dark, desolate landscape. Its door stood open, revealing a young man sitting cross-legged in the center. Wisps of ethereal mist lingered around him, constantly seeping into his body and escaping, repeating in an endless cycle.
His face also showed extreme pain. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, and even his feet were stained with water. The veins on his forehead were exposed, and even the blood vessels and skin were broken, oozing out thin threads of blood.
"Lan Xun!" Mu Hanyan's heart trembled violently.
That’s right, the man in the stone house was Ye Lanxuan.
It turned out that this was the secret realm he had been talking about, and he had been trapped in the God's Punishment Prison.
It turned out that every time someone was in danger recently, he didn't help because he himself was in desperate situation.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Mu Hanyan could feel that the mist lingering around him was the divine power and evil spirit left behind by those powerful predecessors after their death.
Although they had suffered from it before, they could hardly feel the existence of this divine power and evil energy. But at this moment, the divine power and evil energy that enveloped Ye Lanxuan was as condensed as substance. It was not difficult to imagine what kind of pain he was enduring.
Feng Qingyu and others were no strangers to Ye Lanxun. They were able to escape the disaster in the void thanks to him and Mu Hanyan who stepped forward. Seeing the pain on his face, they all felt the same way.
"Save him!" Mu Hanyan didn't bother looking for the weakness of the Divine Punishment Prison and was the first to draw out her sword.
"Clang!" Hua Yue and others' hands, which were pressing on the hilts of their swords, moved slightly, and the long swords were unsheathed at the same time, even Feng Qingyu was no exception.
There was obviously a layer of restriction outside the stone house. You must know that Ye Lanxuan is the strongest among the twelve saints. Even he couldn't break this restriction, so how could they dare to underestimate him.
Everyone held their breath and prepared themselves, waiting for Mu Hanyan to make a move before they immediately joined forces.
Mu Hanyan raised the Hanxiao Sword little by little, and her spiritual power, energy, and divine power continued to condense and improve.
"Stop!" Just when Mu Hanyan was about to take action, a tall and majestic figure suddenly flew over and blocked her way - the God Lord!
"You can't take action." The God Lord said lightly.
He did not draw his sword, and even put his hands behind his back. He just stood there casually, giving people the feeling that he was an insurmountable mountain.
"No, I want to save him, no one can stop me!" Mu Hanyan pointed his sword and stopped it on the heart of the God Lord.
Although she was facing the strongest person in the Continent of Gods, or even the strongest person in the entire Holy Continent, there was no fear or hesitation in her eyes, only determination and resoluteness to move forward.
The strange thing was that even though Mu Hanyan pointed her sword at his vitals, the God Lord did not dodge or get angry. There was even some relief and approval in his eyes when he looked at Mu Hanyan.
"I want to save him more than you do, but we can't save him. Only he himself can save him. If you take action, you will only endanger his life." The God Lord looked at Ye Lanxuan and said slowly.
"What?" Mu Hanyan looked at the Divine Lord deeply.
Mu Hanyan actually saw a trace of deep concern in his eyes.
If the person standing in front of him was the Holy Lord, it wouldn't be surprising to see him look like this, but this is the Divine Lord. How could he show such concern for the Saints of the Holy See?
Why is this happening?
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