In a small courtyard in Supreme City, several figures looked up at the same time, gazing towards the direction of Supreme Mountain outside the city.
"The Jinghong Sword is moving!"
Dongfang Bai raised his thick eyebrows and said in a deep voice.
He and Xiao Wuhen, Zhuge Kong, Fu Jingxian and others had just consolidated their cultivation as immortals when they sensed this familiar fluctuation.
"Those bastards of the Ancient Clan are truly ruthless and unwilling to give up their evil intentions!"
Xiao Wuhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Brother Ye's things are not so easy to get."
Zhuge Kong spoke calmly, his eyes flickering slightly, and he looked unfathomable.
"His sword must not fall into the hands of those ancient clan bastards!"
Fu Jingxian's pretty face was frosty, her eyebrows were raised, and anger was burning in her phoenix eyes.
As she spoke, she transformed into a stream of light and shot towards the Supreme Mountain.
Xiao Wuhen, Zhuge Kong and Dongfang Bai didn't hesitate at all and turned into three streams of light and followed closely behind.
Wuji Immortal Palace.
Lin Shuo, Su Chen and Nian Rou, who had just consolidated their cultivation at Xianyao Peak, opened their heads at the same time and looked towards the direction of Supreme City.
"It's the Jinghong Sword!"
Lin Shuo's eyes were sharp and murderous intent flashed in them.
"Someone wants to touch my sword!"
Su Chen stood up suddenly, with sword intent surging around him.
Nian Rou's face was tense, and a coldness that was not in line with her age flashed in her eyes: "Master's sword cannot be allowed to succeed!"
The three of them instantly turned into three streams of light and rushed towards the Supreme City.
The top of the Supreme Mountain.
Huangfu Hongzhen stood with his hands behind his back, secretly regulating his breathing for a moment.
The pain in the right hand that was numb from the shock had eased a lot, but it was still trembling slightly hidden in the sleeve.
The other geniuses of the ancient clans all looked at him with burning eyes, expecting Huangfu Hongzhen to quickly subdue the Jinghong Sword.
Huangfu Hongzhen understood that there was no reason to wait any longer.
"Young Master's divine power, the remaining will of the sacred artifact can be destroyed with a snap of a finger!"
Huangfu Chengwang flattered him at the right time with a fawning smile on his face.
Huangfu Hongzhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the tingling and numbness in his palms, and slowly walked towards the Jinghong Sword.
Approaching the Jinghong Sword, he stretched out his trembling right hand and grasped the hilt of the Jinghong Sword.
Just when his fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the sword!
"call out!"
A pitch-black spear, carrying a fierce murderous intent, broke through the air and stabbed towards Huangfu Hongzhen's outstretched right hand.
"Um?"
Huangfu Hongzhen felt that the terrifying murderous intent of this shot was locked upon him.
In a flash, he quickly retracted his outstretched right hand.
Although he was a Great Perfection Immortal Emperor, his right hand was still aching slightly at this moment, and he did not dare to take the sudden shot head-on.
The spear brushed past his fingertips and pierced into the bluestone next to him, and the end of the spear kept buzzing.
"My husband's sword is not something you lowly people can touch!"
A cold female voice sounded on the mountaintop like the cold ice of the underworld.
The figure of the Demon Princess appeared beside the Jinghong Sword like a ghost. The spear that pierced the bluestone let out a dragon roar and flew back to her hand by itself.
The Demon Princess wore a long black dress, had a graceful figure and a stunning appearance.
Holding a spear, she stood in front of the Jinghong Sword, staring coldly at Huangfu Hongzhen and the others.
"Husband? Are you the wife of that Supreme Being?"
Huangfu Hongzhen narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the Demon Princess with sharp eyes.
Several other geniuses of the ancient clans were also looking the Demon Princess up and down, wondering how dare a person at the Immortal Venerable level dare to stop him from subduing the sacred weapon.
"Witch, you've walked into a trap. This time our young master will take action personally. You can't stop us."
Huangfu Chengwang took a step forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
He had tried several times before to subdue the Jinghong Sword, but each time he was forced back by Mo Ji and Xiao Wuhen and others who were only in the Xuanxian realm at the time.
I have long wanted to kill Mo Ji and others, but I was powerless to do it. This time, the young master is here, and he will definitely not let Mo Ji go.
"The beauty of the demon clan, I like her!"
Sima Feiyang's face was full of lust and he couldn't help drooling.
Ouyang Chuchu glanced at Sima Feiyang, whose face was full of lust, with a look of disgust.
As a woman herself, she was pure and innocent, and she hated those lewd people who treated women as playthings the most.
Mo Ji glanced at them with disdain and responded coldly: "No one can touch my husband's sword!"
"You...are not worthy!"
There was no trace of fear on Mo Ji's beautiful face.
With only a gun in hand, she faced four Immortal Emperor-level powerhouses of the ancient clan and several Immortal Lords alone, and she was not at all inferior in momentum.
"I am determined to obtain the Jinghong Sword, and no one can stop me."
Huangfu Hongzhen's voice turned cold, with an unquestionable dominance.
"Besides, your husband has already died and his soul has been scattered."
"Now this Jinghong Sword is ownerless. Naturally, whoever has the ability to obtain it will own it."
Huangfu Hongzhen said lightly, with a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his tone.
The Demon Princess was just an immortal, and in his eyes she was just an ant that could be destroyed with a flip of his hand.
Upon hearing this, the anger in Mo Ji's eyes grew even stronger, and a hint of cold sarcasm appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"To protect the Immortal Realm, my husband fought bloody battles in the battle to slay evil with his Xuanxian realm cultivation, escaping death by a hair's breadth!"
Her voice was cold and clear, echoing on the top of the Supreme Mountain.
"His life or death is not something you, rats who only know how to hide in the disaster, can presumptuously judge!"
"You don't deserve it!"
The last three words were full of contempt and disdain, like a loud slap in the face of the ancient clan members.
The battle to slay evil is a battle that even the Immortal Lord is not qualified to participate in, but Ye Chen participates in the battle at the Xuanxian realm for the safety of the immortal world.
They played a key role in killing the evil god, but these ancient clans hid themselves in hiding and reaped the benefits. Now they want to attack the Jinghong Sword left by Ye Chen.
"Witch! Stop telling lies and misleading people!"
Every word the Demon Princess said was heart-wrenching and hit the sore spot of the ancient clan.
They were indeed able to survive until now by sealing themselves through special means during the great war of the last era.
Peng Yuanqing was completely enraged, veins popping out on his forehead.
He took a step forward, and the aura of an early Immortal Emperor burst out from his body: "Today, let me teach you a lesson, you ignorant bitch!"
Before he finished speaking, Peng Yuanqing raised the heavy sword high in his hand.
"die!"
He roared angrily and slashed at the demon girl's head with his sword.
The sword of the early Immortal Emperor was incredibly powerful. Wherever the sword passed, the space was torn apart.
Facing this devastating blow, the demon girl's pretty face was filled with fear, but she was not afraid at all.
She gave a delicate cry, and the spear in her hand turned into a flash of lightning, and she rushed forward towards the heavy sword with an unstoppable determination.
"boom!"
The heavy sword and the gun shadow collided with each other, and the terrifying energy aftermath swept in all directions.
The huge rocks on the top of the mountain were shattered by the impact and rolled down the cliff like raindrops.
Peng Yuanqing retreated three steps, his palms holding the sword felt numb, and his blood was boiling.
The Demon Princess only swayed slightly before she stabilized herself.
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