Demon Sword Sect.

In front of the sect protection formation.

Ye Changsheng stood proudly, his eyes fixed on the formation in front of him, "Heaven-level formation, quite interesting."

Inside the big formation.

Jian Fenghao and others stood on both sides of the ancestor. Jian Yitong and the other eight people had blood stains on the corners of their mouths and looked extremely embarrassed.

Ye Shiwan was lucky that he didn't kill them with one hammer. If they hadn't been close to the formation, they would have had no chance to escape.

Jian Fenghao glanced at Jian Miecang, "Ancestor, what's going on with that innate cultivator?"

Jian Miecang shook his head, "This person cannot be measured by the cultivation level of an ordinary person. Such a cultivator has never appeared in thousands of years, and there is no record of him even in ancient books."

Jian Fenghao said: "Such a cultivator completely violates the rules of cultivation. He is simply a weirdo to be able to cultivate to such a terrifying level in the Xiantian realm."

Jian Miecang said: "This person should also be a remnant of the God and Demon Clan, because there are always infinite possibilities in the God and Demon Clan."

Jian Fenghao restrained his breath and said, "Ancestor, what should we do now? We have been hiding in the sect protection formation?"

Jian Miecang said in a low voice, "Wait, if the three priests come out of retreat, we can easily kill them together with me, or wait for Ye Changsheng to leave. The arrival of this boy will definitely cause a bloody storm in the Ten Thousand Gods Domain."

At this point, he paused and continued, "The Heavenly Dao Palace is looking for him, so he should be in trouble."

At this time.

Outside the big formation.

Ye Changsheng suddenly sat cross-legged, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Jian Miecang and said, "You really won't come out?"

Jian Miecang said coldly: "Why, can you still come in?"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly and said, "I can really get in, do you believe it?"

Jian Miecang said disdainfully: "Ye Changsheng, this is the formation that the first generation leader of the Demon Sword Sect asked the strong men of the Formation Sect to set up. Do you know what level of formation this is?"

"You still want to join the battle? That's wishful thinking."

Ye Changsheng didn't say anything else. He raised his hand slightly and a hundred purple spirit stones appeared in front of him. He flicked his fingers and the spirit stones flew towards the formation.

See this scene.

Jian Fenghao was a little uneasy, "Ancestor, what is he doing, breaking the formation?"

Jian Mie Cang frowned, with a look of shock on his face, "What a skillful technique, so smooth and flowing, he is actually a formation master."

"Oh no, he's going to break the formation and is really preparing to come in."

Jian Fenghao's face changed, "Ancestor, this boy is a sword cultivator and a formation master. We must get rid of him, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Send a message to the high-level magic sword masters to set up a sword formation to trap Ye Changsheng first. After killing the innate cultivator, they can then besiege Ye Changsheng."

Jian Mie Cang's expression was extremely solemn. He kept staring at Ye Changsheng, wondering if he could really break the formation?

For many years, the Demon Sword Sect had never felt so aggrieved. Being beaten by the two and forced to activate the sect protection formation was simply a great shame and humiliation.

Just at this moment.

From the depths of the Demon Sword Sect, a black sword light shot out, and the next second, a man in brocade clothes appeared on the scene.

The visitor bowed and said in a deep voice: "Greetings to the ancestor, the sect master."

Jian Fenghao's eyes fell on the newcomer, "Tianya, you've come out of seclusion."

Su Tianya said: "Master, whoever offends our sect, Tianya will take his life."

Having said this, he looked outside the formation and his gaze fell on Ye Changsheng, "Sect Master, who is he?"

Jian Fenghao said: "Ye Changsheng, the remnant of the God and Demon Clan, you are no match for him, retreat first!"

Su Tianya is one of the ten princes of the Ten Thousand Gods Realm, and is known as the Demon Sword Prince.

He has always boasted that his swordsmanship is unmatched, and he even looks down on the Sword Saint Prince of the Sword Saint Court and the Son of God.

Su Tianya's lifelong goal was to surpass the Sword God Dugu Wubai in swordsmanship. At this time, he heard Jian Fenghao's words, "Sect Master, he is a formation master?"

Jian Fenghao shook his head and said solemnly: "Sword cultivator, formation master, it shouldn't be that simple. He is already in the eighth level of the Divine Realm."

Su Tianya: “.”

Jian Miecang said, "Tianya, there have always been rumors in the Ten Thousand Gods Domain that the young master of gods and demons will descend and crush an era. In fact, these are not rumors, they are all true."

Having said this, he paused and continued, "The strongest among the younger generation in the Ten Thousand Gods Realm right now should be the Tenth Young Master. Just ask yourself, who can be stronger than him?"

“Chu Yi of the Heavenly Dao Palace, Zang Xuan of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Court, and Zhan Jiutian of the War Clan are all unlikely to be his opponents.”

Su Tianya looked at Ye Changsheng and was extremely shocked. He is younger than me, but he is so evil. It seems that I have another enemy on the road of swordsmanship.

At this moment, another figure appeared. Jian Fenghao turned around and looked, "Zixie, why are you here?"

Jian Zi said evilly: "Grandpa, is Ye Changsheng here? He killed my Taoist partner in the Tianyu battlefield. I want to avenge Zhenxiang."

The person who came was none other than the young master of the Demon Sword Sect, and his Taoist partner was Shi Zhenxiang who was killed by Ye Changsheng.

Jian Fenghao said angrily: "Nonsense, do you know how strong he is? You still want revenge, but you can't even withstand one of his swords."

"Tianya, take Zixie away, don't interfere in the sect's affairs!"

Su Tianya dragged Jian Zixie away. As they walked, Jian Zixie said in a fierce voice, "Ye Changsheng, since you are here, you must die."

"Zixie, what are you going to do!"

"Tianya, killing Ye Changsheng is not just our sect's business. I must notify the Shi clan. I believe they will send strong men here soon." Jian Zixie said in a deep voice.

Su Tianya said: "No need to notify, the news of Ye Changsheng's appearance in the sect has already spread out by now."

Jian Zixie turned around and looked at Ye Changsheng outside the formation, "Then he will definitely die this time."

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Outside the big formation.

Ye Changsheng slowly stood up and looked sideways at Ye Shiwan, "Shiwan, how is your recovery? Can you still fight?"

Ye Shiwan said: "Young Master, don't worry, Shiwan can't be defeated."

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "Ready, let's get started!"

As the voice fell, he waved his hand casually, and the last purple spirit stone flew towards the formation, and its brilliance sank into the formation.

A group of lines began to spread, as if the door to the barrier had opened.

boom.

boom.

The great formation collapsed with a loud bang and disappeared into dust. For a moment, it was as if the sky had fallen hundreds of feet.

The moment the formation fell, Ye Changsheng and Ye Shiwan rushed into the air and rushed towards Jian Mie Cang and others.

Moving forward.

The wings of gods and demons appeared behind Ye Changsheng, shining with black and gold light. He tightly grasped the giant sword of gods and demons in his hand, and he looked like an ancient god and demon.

The thousand-foot sword energy is always by his side, and behind him are the giant shadows of a dragon and an elephant stepping into the sky. Wherever it passes, the sky is destroyed.

"I'm here, are you ready to die?"

Jian Fenghao shouted: "Demon Sword Master, set up the formation!"

At the command, thousands of black shadows appeared, black robes covered the sky, and the space was pitch black, as if the end of the world had come.

The next moment.

On the void.

Thousands of people stood domineeringly, with long swords pointing straight ahead in their hands. The sword lights gathered together, and endless sword lights condensed. A giant sword appeared, hanging upside down above Ye Changsheng's head.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Flying swords came through, densely packed like locusts passing through.

Ye Changsheng continued to move forward, looking at the flying sword in front of him, "How can such a trivial trick stop me?"

As the words fell, the giant dragon-elephant shadow behind him rushed forward at an incredible speed and collided with the flying sword.

boom.

boom.

The flying sword shattered and turned into powder, but the dragon elephant was still moving forward. Ye Changsheng's eyes passed through the void, "Look at my sword, I will break the formation!"

"The creation is extinct!"

The last move of the Creation Sword Technique.

One sword cuts off fate.

One sword kills all living things.

When the sword fell, a strange scene occurred. All the spiritual energy and sword energy in the surrounding area were instantly drawn away and gathered on the sword light.

It was as if all the power was transferred here, one sword was out, endless, one world, one sword path.