Time passed day by day, and in the vast and endless mountains of origin, demonic clouds rolled in the sky, but this mountain range was still deserted and dead.

Several months ago, countless powerful demons stepped into the mountains. Now, countless people have lost their lives in the mountains. Of course, many people have found the remains of the ancient battlefield and found some things left by the demon emperor or the human emperor.

Of course, more people are still in crisis. This mountain of origin has buried many practitioners.

Ye Futian and the others were still not out of danger. At this time, the sword peak had collapsed before, and the place where the demonic energy was rolling. Ye Wuchen wanted to give up on himself countless times, but the rest of his life always enveloped his body with Buddha's light. The sound of Buddha continued to descend into his eardrums, allowing him to see a ray of dawn in the abyss of pain and struggle in despair.

At this time, his mind seemed to have split, and many personalities appeared. In that vague consciousness space, many phantoms of will appeared, including will full of monster aura, as well as will with the will of destruction all over his body, and the cruel and bloodthirsty will make him want to go wild.

Among these wills, there is a white illusory will that is swaying in the wind and rain, as if it may be destroyed at any time.

This is his own residual will, as if it may disappear at any time.

"Boom..." Many wills rushed towards him again, trying to occupy his will. Then, countless chaotic wills appeared at the same time. He struggled in pain, with a terrible blood-colored light in his pupils.

Yu Sheng sat in front of Ye Wuchen, and saw Ye Wuchen's body rolling on the ground due to pain, and a low roar kept making in his mouth. During these months, Ye Wuchen had entered the path of evil demons countless times, and even wanted to kill him, and wanted to fall into depravity countless times, and was completely controlled by the evil demonic intention. But every time he was desperate, he persisted with that obsession.

The pain he suffered during this period made the rest of his life feel a little unbearable, and he even wanted to end him with his own hands and relieve his pain.

Another loud roar came out, and Ye Wuchen jumped up. He was surrounded by a terrible dark airflow, and his whole body was pitch black. Black airflow appeared on his face, as if he was completely about to fall into the path of evil spirits.

His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and he walked step by step towards the rest of his life, saying, "Kill me."

This kind of pain has no end, and he is afraid that he will completely fall and become the person who is not him.

Rather than doing this, it is better to die.

Yu Sheng kept spitting out Sanskrit characters from his mouth, and he stared at Ye Wuchen.

He raised his foot and walked to Ye Wuchen, looking at the evil sword inserted there, Yu Sheng stretched out his palm and held it. This scene made Ye Wuchen's dark pupils tremble, staring at Yu Sheng tightly.

The Buddha's light dissipated, Yu Sheng restrained it, the magical intention rolled, and a powerful devouring force swept out. In an instant, the meaning in the sword rushed into Yu Sheng's body crazy.

In an instant, countless evil air flows rolled towards the rest of his life, as if he had become the center of the vortex.

Turning around, Yu Sheng held the sword in both hands, his face twisted, and a wisp of dark lines appeared on his face. The blue veins on his arms were exposed, as if they were in great pain, but his eyes were still extremely firm, staring at Ye Wuchen and said, "I'll accompany you."

He slowly stretched out his right hand and raised his sword. The endless evil spirit flowed over. Yu Sheng still stared at Wuchen and roared in a low voice: "Even if it is the evil demons in the heavens, I am very determined, what can I do to us?"

"boom."

A terrible dark light seemed to appear above the sky, rushing into the body of Yu Sheng. His voice resounded through the world, allowing the force to erode.

"Get out." Yu Sheng looked up and roared, then a terrifying Dao intention swept out, the aura on his body became stronger, and the talented people around him roared.

One thought breaks the realm and enters the true self.

Ye Wuchen looked at Yu Sheng, and the wisp of will shook, his eyes were trembling.

What can the evil demons in the heavens do to me? They break through the realm in an instant and step into the true self. This is the rest of their life, domineering, despising everything, and their beliefs are firm.

Can he do it?

Throughout his practice, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's talents were far ahead. With his perseverance, he could only barely follow behind, but some things could not be compensated by his state of mind.

Can he?

I will bear it with him for the rest of my life.

"One person cannot be missing on the road of cultivation." Yu Sheng stared at him and continued to speak.

Ye Wuchen's heart trembled, his eyes seemed to be trying to drive away the evil spirit, and there was a faint sense of extremely strong obsession.

Over the years, from weak to the present, all three have become saints, sharing life and death.

There must be no one missing on the road to practice.

Isn’t this exactly what he believed in drawing his sword? Everything he did for the rest of his life was the same as what he did.

"Ye Wuchen focused heavily, he walked forward, looked at the sword in Yu Sheng's hand, and stretched out his hand.

Yu Sheng understood what he meant and handed the sword in his hand to Ye Wuchen. He held the sword in both hands, and even though he was extremely painful, he still held it tightly. The dark air flowed invaded, and endless chaos will rolled towards him. He inserted the sword on the ground with both hands, holding it tightly, standing like a statue.

"boom……"

Similarly, a terrifying sword intent soared into the sky, and a brilliant sword light burst out from Ye Wuchen's body, shaking upwards.

There is great horror between life and death, but there are also great opportunities.

Ye Wuchen's state of mind transforms and sublimates, and enters his true self.

The Saint Saint looked over there, watching the two of them break through the realm at the same time, and seeing Ye Wuchen still persevering, a smile appeared in his magical eyes.

After going through thousands of sails, my heart is like a young man.

I still remember that they entered Shushan and walked along the way, sharing life and death. There was no one left behind on the road of cultivation.

This feeling is really good.

A smile flashed through his dark magical eyes, and he looked up and looked into the distance.

The third junior brother Dongliu, is it okay in this mountain range of origin?

Compared to his junior brother Ye Futian, the Saint Saint seemed to be more worried about Gu Dongliu. He believed that Ye Futian would come out alive and remained firm.

The magic power rolled and roared, the sword intention was soaring to the sky, and the sword saint was sitting in the breaking realm. The three of them seemed to have aroused some resonance in their state of mind, and stepped into the realm of the true self, and in a short period of time, they successively broke through the realm.

In this crisis, I have strengthened my belief at this moment and they will all go out alive.

The teacher taught me back then that reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. I read thousands of ancient books well. Even though my magic is at your will and my talent is extremely talented, my mood cannot keep up. Only by truly traveling thousands of miles and experiencing endless hardships and setbacks can I have firmer beliefs and challenge my own limits again and again.

The human emperors and sages in the world have all been ordinary people.

Even if it is the true emperor, he has to go through the sufferings of the world, and who can be a born emperor?

The powerful aura roared, and Yu Sheng's body released the Buddha's light again, evolving himself, and expelling evil thoughts for Ye Wuchen.

I saw terrible air flowing along Ye Wuchen's body, and the sword holding his hands were tinnitus.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword intent soared into the sky. It was a dark sword intent that released the sword power in the void.

Ye Wuchen still maintained that movement, as if he had completely turned into a statue, the sword intent flowed and rolled, and a brilliant light shone out and released, and another sword intent condensed and soared into the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The release of sword intents seemed to be transformed by the Taoist intention. Gradually, countless terrifying sword energy were refined above Ye Wuchen's body, and any sword energy contained the extremely strong Taoist spirit.

Ye Wuchen's body was surrounded by sword intent, as if he wanted to refine all the Taoist intentions that invaded his body into sword energy.

In the Abyss Land, the pupils of the red light opened again, as if they looked into the sky above the abyss. The next moment, the endless airflow in the abyss roared out and rolled out towards the sky above the abyss.

"Huh?" The face of the Saint Saint changed. The extremely terrifying storm airflow devoured towards the direction where Ye Wuchen and Yusheng were. The Buddha light on Yusheng was even more intense and dazzling. He was about to deal with all this, but Ye Wuchen still maintained his previous movements without moving.

The extremely terrifying airflow rushed into the sword frantically and flowed into the sword wildly. The sword held in Ye Wuchen seemed to be devouring all evil thoughts.

"Boom." The dark airflow completely swallowed Ye Wuchen, but he still didn't move. His face seemed to be constantly twisting and changing, and it lasted for a long time. When everything dissipated, countless airflows were swallowed by Du Jian Qi, but there was still a terrible airflow flowing around Ye Wuchen's body.

This world gradually returned to Qingming, as if it was no longer a purgatory.

The demonic aura in the void was still rolling. In the distance, a group of figures rushed towards this side. It was Qi Xuangang and the others who had been waiting outside.

Their eyes saw this scene with a slightly condensed expression, and then their eyes seemed to be searching.

Ye Futian, didn't see it.

Where is he?

How did those dark turbulents disappear?

Kong Xuan's figure flashed forward, and he saw the eagle standing there like a statue of a monster, staring at the abyss below.

Ye Futian may be under the abyss.

Qi Xuangang naturally discovered it, and his thoughts rolled towards the other side.

For the rest of my life, the Saint Saint and the others are safe and sound, and I hope Ye Futian is the same!
Chapter completed!