Chapter 40

Above the void, there are ups and downs.

　　The shattered space on that side is blurred and chaotic.

　　Even the power of divine sense can only observe these countless space fragments.

　　As for this Qingxuan Sword Saint, no one knows whether he is alive or dead now.

　　Over time, everyone in the Taihang Sword Sect raised their hearts to their throats.

　　Among the people present, some were secretly delighted, some were worried, and their expressions were wonderful.

　　The shattered void was gradually repaired by strands of pure heaven and earth.

　　At this moment, the figure of the Qingxuan Sword Saint was nowhere to be seen.

　　Lin Wanyan's heart trembled even more, her eyes flickered slightly, and she lost her voice: "Master..."

　　If even the saints are invincible, who else can save the Taihang Sword Sect?

　　The arrival of the original Qingxuan Sword Saint gave hope to the Taihang Sword Sect.

　　But now that something like this happened, the hope they had just ignited was instantly dashed.

　　No one would have imagined that this Futian Immortal Mirror would have such power that it could obliterate a saint.

　　However, urging this Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror is not without cost.

　　When urging this magical power.

　　Wang Yan felt that all his spiritual power had been drained.

　　At this time, he was also weak in breath and pale.

　　With the cultivation of the shrine realm, forcibly urging a super holy artifact is naturally overloaded.

　　Today's Wang Yan has no power to fight anymore.

　　Seeing this, Wang Long sneered again and again.

　　"See if you don't, this is the end of going against the Holy Land!!"

　　"What if it's a saint?"

　　"I didn't die under this Futian Immortal Mirror!"

　　The entire Taihang Sword Sect fell into despair.

　　Unexpectedly, a holy place would be so bullying.

　　How is this behavior different from that demon?

　　Right now, when everyone in the Taihang Sword Sect was worried.

　　There was a movement in the broken space that was about to be repaired.

　　Immediately afterwards, a crack split open from above the void.

　　A sky-penetrating sword glow flashed out of the crack and shot straight into the sky.

　　After the sword glow dissipated.

　　A figure flashed out of the void crack at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

　　This is Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　Unexpectedly, this Qingxuan Sword Saint turned out to be safe and sound.

　　The supernatural power of the Futian Immortal Mirror just now did not compare to the Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　It was just that there was spatial turbulence in the broken space, and Sword Saint Qingxuan ignored it for a while and was absorbed in.

　　After all, the Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror is a super holy artifact.

　　It is simply not something that Wang Yan can control today.

　　Even if you try your best to force it, you may not be able to exert the true power of the Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror.

　　Although there is nothing serious about the current Qingxuan Swordsman, he looks shocked and undecided.

　　As everyone knows, when he was sucked into the turbulent flow of space just now, Sword Saint Qingxuan could be described as a near-death experience.

　　In the turbulent flow of space, there are chaotic laws of space and time flowing everywhere.

　　This is a space beyond space.

　　There, there is no time to speak of.

　　Even more disorderly.

　　After being involved in space turbulence, it will bring an illusion to people.

　　The passage of time seemed like a moment, and it seemed like thousands of years.

　　In fact it is.

　　In the turbulent flow of space at that time, sometimes you feel that you have only passed a moment, but the outside world is already thousands of years.

　　Sometimes you have spent thousands of years inside, and when you die, the outside world will pass for a moment.

　　After being messed into it, if you can't find your original way.

　　You will be trapped inside, and you can only spend your whole life in this dark environment.

　　Fortunately, Sword Saint Qingxuan took advantage of the fact that the broken space had not been completely repaired.

He mobilized all his strength.

　　Break the space directly, and then escape.

　　All of this can be described as unpredictable.

　　A false alarm.

　　At this time, Sword Saint Qingxuan had an indifferent expression, and there seemed to be thousands of miles of frost in his eyes.

　　A shocking murderous aura emerged.

　　The murderous aura seemed to materialize, flowing over the void, forming a scarlet breath.

　　A large area of scarlet murderous aura enveloped the sky, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

　　Wang Yan's move just now completely angered Sword Saint Qingxuan.

　　Feeling this murderous aura, all the people in the Holy Land were trembling, and they felt that there was an ancient beast staring at them at this time.

　　Just when Sword Saint Qingxuan was about to take action and kill all the people in his Holy Land.

　　A voice suddenly came from the distant sky.

　　"Qing Xuan!"

　　"Please calm down!"

　　The person who came was Can Jian.

　　"Qing Xuan, can you listen to my advice?"

　　"Everything is worth peace, don't make a big mistake!"

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan is now raging with anger, how can he hear the words of Jin Canjian.

　　"Remnant Sword, get out of the way!"

　　Can Jian hurriedly pulled Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　"Don't be impulsive."

　　"Do you want the entire Taihang Sword Sect and your disciple to be buried with you?"

　　Then Can Jian whispered in his ear again.

　　After the Qingxuan Sword Saint heard this, his brows knitted together.

　　"really?"

　　"really!"

　　After listening to what Can Jian said, Sword Saint Qingxuan took back his aura and dissipated the shocking murderous aura.

　　Can Jian turned around and saluted Wang Yan.

　　"Son."

　　Wang Yan hadn't replied yet, but Wang Long immediately shouted.

　　"Elder Canjian, you came just in time!"

　　"This dog is more disrespectful to me in Futian Holy Land than the saint, and just wanted to kill the Holy Son!"

　　"Such a person must not stay!"

　　When Can Jian heard the words, he was also embarrassed, and he was caught in a dilemma.

　　One side is his long-time friend, and the other side is the force he is now relying on.

　　Exactly how to choose, Can Jian is also uncertain.

　　Can Jian shares his sympathy with him, and it is impossible for him to kill Xuanjian Sage.

　　But if he disobeyed Futian Holy Land, he would not have good fruit to eat.

　　At this time, Can Jian's eyes flickered, and he stared at Wang Yan, wanting to see how their holy son would decide.

　　"Wang Long, don't talk yet."

　　Wang Yan's face was pale, and he said weakly.

　　"Big brother!"

　　"But they..."

　　"Okay, stop talking!"

　　"Go back first!"

　　After speaking, Wang Yan took the lead and jumped to the palace secret treasure.

　　Wang Long was a little resentful, but since Wang Yan had already spoken, he had no choice but to do as he did.

　　Before leaving, he did not forget to take a look at Lin Wanyan and Li Shanling.

　　Afterwards, the remaining disciples of the Holy Land also returned to the Palace Secret Treasure one after another.

　　The four shrine realm powerhouses followed closely behind.

　　Can Jian bowed to Qing Xuan and said, "Let's say goodbye first, don't forget what I said."

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

　　The catastrophe came to an end.

　　The entire Taihang Sword Sect was a false alarm.

　　But today, they also saw the holy land they were doing.

　　This holy place is really not something they can compare with.

　　Just a core disciple can suppress them so much that they dare not come out.

　　At this time, within the Sword Tomb.

　　Qin Feng watched everything happen in front of him.

　　No plans to start.

　　"Futian Holy Land, Wang Yan?"

　　"The Holy Son of a Holy Land actually has the seventh level of Divine Palace Realm cultivation, which is a bit interesting."