124: Escape, escape, escape to the Tianjian Dynasty!

With almost no hindrance, Ye Qing, relying on his fellow disciples' cultivation method, easily found Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, who was hiding deep in the great marsh, shirtless and recuperating his qi.

“Hiding underwater, it’s truly something the Sect Master would think of…” Ye Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It certainly matched Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s unrestrained personality.

If not for the cultivation method’s sensing, Ye Qing would likely have had to expend considerable effort to find him.

At this moment, Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s condition was not good.

His face was pale, and his aura had diminished by fifty percent.

But that was not the crucial point.

Most critically, there was a bone-deep wound on Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s chest, extending from left to right, with countless crimson, decaying substances, like tiny venomous insects, darting and wriggling within it, preventing the wound from healing.

This was the masterpiece of the three Demon Emperors’ combined attack!

“Cough cough…”

Deep within the great marsh, in a quiet space where the water was blocked off, a sudden cough echoed.

It was none other than Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, who had been missing for a while.

Sensing Ye Qing’s aura, Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader opened his weary eyes: “Old Ye, have you broken through to the Mahayana stage?”

In his tone, there was surprisingly little astonishment.

It was as if he had long anticipated this day.

“Can’t you be surprised at all?!”

Ye Qing was quite speechless; he had thought such a magnificent transformation would earn him a higher regard from this person!

It was ultimately a misjudgment!

“Cough cough… Your aptitude is not beneath mine; you’re just inherently lazy…” Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader commented indifferently.

Looking at Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s dying appearance, Ye Qing changed the subject: “Let’s go, I’m here to rescue you.”

“Rescue me? Outside are three Demon Emperors, even that old scoundrel Saint Wuya has arrived, how could you…”

Mid-sentence, Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader and Ye Qing exchanged glances, both seeing expressions of surprise on each other’s faces.

Four Demon Emperors, yet Ye Qing hadn’t encountered any resistance?

How was that possible!

Ye Qing’s strength hadn’t reached such a level yet!

“You mean to say…”

“Heh heh, many thanks, Brother Ye, for guiding me and helping me find Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader…”

A laugh suddenly echoed from deep within the void, interrupting Ye Qing’s words.

As the voice faded, a gray-robed figure slowly stepped out.

Who else could it be but Saint Wuya!

Even at this very moment, his front teeth still hadn’t grown back!

“To show my gratitude to Brother Ye, I can only grant an exception, allowing you and your Sect Master to be buried together…”

As the chilling words fell, he waved his hand, and two more figures stepped out from the void.

Two Demon Emperors!

Saint Wuya, being human, had actually allied with Demon Emperors!

Why on earth?

“Saint Wuya, I knew it; you’ve always been secretly colluding with the Demon Seed…”

Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s expression turned solemn as he slowly stood up.

“Old Ye, perhaps our brothers will truly walk the Yellow Springs together, shoulder to shoulder.”

Ye Qing’s face was expressionless as he took out a twenty-fold combat power roasted meat skewer from his storage ring: “Less talk, there’s only one twenty-fold combat power skewer. Do you eat it or do I?”

Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s eyes gleamed, showing no hint of his previous sickly demeanor!

He snatched it and stuffed it into his mouth:

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!

Listen to your Sect Master’s advice, the twenty-fold combat power is too profound; you can’t handle it…”

Ye Qing: “…”

Although this skewer of meat was indeed prepared for the Sect Master.

But the other party wouldn't even offer a polite refusal, which still made him a little sad.

The excellent tradition of gentleness, kindness, courtesy, and humility, was it all eaten along with the roasted meat!

“Eating roasted meat before a fight, what kind of ritual is this?” Saint Wuya didn’t understand and was greatly shocked.

Eat well to go on your way?

As he thought this, a majestic aura began to surge from Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader.

“Not good, stop him quickly!”

Saint Wuya’s expression changed drastically, and he, along with the two Demon Emperors, attacked with lightning speed!

…

Boom boom boom!

The immortal boat’s runes flickered, barely managing to intercept all three Tribulation Transcenders’ attacks.

Even so, that earth-shattering might instantly caused it to change course, uncontrollably plummeting towards an unknown region.

Yan Weihuan stood at the bow of the ship, his gaze incredibly solemn. Under the immortal boat’s defense, such impacts did not harm him.

However, the terrifying aura coming from afar caused his heart to sink to the bottom.

Three Tribulation Transcenders!

And one of them was even a terrifying existence at the late Tribulation Transcender stage!

One must know that he was only at the mid-Tribulation Transcender stage!

How could he win by leading a group of disciples to resist three Tribulation Transcenders?

A faint feeling of despair began to grow in Yan Weihuan’s heart.

But he was a supreme expert; even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, he had to remain unfazed.

“Break through the spatial barrier and rush into the void warp!” Yan Weihuan calmly ordered.

No matter how strong the immortal boat was, facing the attacks of three Tribulation Transcenders, there would come a time when its spiritual energy would be exhausted.

Although spatial warping consumed an enormous amount of spirit stones, there was no other choice!

They had no power to fight now; only escape!

Meng Yun poked his head out of the room, his originally smiling face suddenly turning solemn.

Although he had reached a new peak of strength through dual cultivation, facing the powerful auras in the distance, he still felt like an ant trying to shake a tree, or a mayfly trying to peek at the clear sky!

“Meng Yun…” Shangguan Qing stood beside him, her beautiful eyes also filled with deep worry.

Such auras made her despair.

Was it that if Meng Yun hadn’t come here, he wouldn’t have suffered this calamity?

Was it that she had ultimately harmed him?

Was it…

Women inevitably tend to overthink at such times.

So Meng Yun gently put his arm around her shoulder: “Don’t worry, our immortal boat can withstand Mahayana…”

Boom boom!

“The left wing formation is broken, broken!!”

“Turn the ship, turn the ship, avoid the damaged area!”

“Damn it, the Divine Weapon Peak is a bunch of good-for-nothings, how did they build this ship?!”

For a time, there was a clamor of voices, a chaotic mess.

Meng Yun: “…”

What a jinx, bah bah bah!

Shangguan Qing: “…”

In the chaos, Saint Xuanji, in a white dress, silently gazed at the figures at the edge of the sky:

Saint Youque, Saint Minghe, and her Protector Elder, Saint Molo.

And… Saint Golden Toad.

“How could…?”

How did they all come?

Didn’t she just want to capture Eastern Abyss alive?

And… where was Saint Huang?

Why was Saint Huang missing?

As she thought this, Saint Minghe, carrying the weakened and armless Saint Youque, arrived outside the immortal boat’s formation and coldly snorted:

“The Immortal Sect disciple Eastern Abyss, without cause, fought and killed my First Holy Son, Saint Huang. My Saint Palace Elder, Saint Youque, in his eagerness to protect his disciple, was also tragically poisoned by Yan Weihuan and lost both arms.

The Holy Lord has sent word: blood for blood!”

The indifferent words echoed throughout the heavens and earth, and for a moment, everyone in the Immortal Sect looked at each other in dismay.

?

Saint Huang is dead?

And Saint Youque lost both arms?

How gratifying!

But no matter what, this wasn’t their doing!

“Did you do it?” Lan Xi glanced at Wang Jingze.

Wang Jingze: “Ah, yes, yes, yes!”

The project is starting its acceptance inspection, and you’re looking for an intern to sign off, right?

Yan Weihuan stood alone at the bow: “Saint Minghe, if you want to accuse someone, you’ll never lack a pretext!”

Saint Minghe’s face was cold, and he did not speak.

Just as both sides were at loggerheads, a bald youth stepped out from the void.

“amitabha…”

Saint Golden Toad chanted the Buddhist name, then said with a compassionate expression:

“Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, and our Three Saints Palace is not a bloodthirsty organization.

Your Immortal Sect only needs to hand over Yan Weihuan and Eastern Abyss; everyone else may leave freely.”

What a perfect scheme to sow discord!

Meng Yun folded his arms, watching the other party’s performance at his leisure.

If nothing unexpected happened, Saint Huang’s death was most likely inextricably linked to this bald monk.

Saint Golden Toad’s gaze was calm, silently waiting for the Immortal Sect to fall into internal strife.

However, as time passed, a hint of displeasure gradually flashed across his face.

From beginning to end, not a single person in the Immortal Sect decided to hand over the two innocents to save their own lives.

“In that case, I shall have to invite everyone to accompany me to the Yellow Springs!”

He had finally lost face.

As Saint Golden Toad’s indifferent words fell, the three elders’ attacks resumed.

Even with Yan Weihuan personally reinforcing them, the damage to the immortal boat’s formations continued to increase.

Fortunately, at this moment, the spatial barrier was finally completely broken through.

The immortal boat transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the void.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Saint Minghe’s eyes narrowed, and he was the first to enter. The others followed suit.

The immortal boat traveled through the void, its speed suddenly increasing.

In a flash, it passed by countless small worlds.

With the immortal boat’s incredible speed, the group from the Three Saints Palace wouldn’t be able to catch up to them for a while.

The good times didn’t last.

“Peak Master, the spirit stones will run out in one ‘kun-zhong’ (approximately 15 minutes); at that point, even the defensive formation will be difficult to sustain!”

A disciple spoke up.

“Proceed at maximum speed! If it’s not enough, I still have some savings!” Yan Weihuan’s eyes burned brightly; his life and death were already tied to the immortal boat.

Sacrificing his family to overcome the difficulties!

“I do too!”

“Me too!”

Meng Yun calculated his spirit stone reserves and felt a little relieved. The stock in a few storage rings should be enough for a while.

No panic.

As long as the ship is here, we are here!

The flying boat continued its journey.

At a certain moment.

A peculiar aura subtly pulled towards Meng Yun.

Within it, there seemed to be joy, gratitude, and a calling.

Meng Yun’s eyes narrowed as he carefully sensed the area a million li ahead.

That’s it, that’s it!

It’s the aura of the Demon Subduing Sword!

The Tianjian Dynasty, which was scattered from White Tiger Heaven and drifted into the depths of the void, had apparently ended up here!

“Old Yan, I have a plan that might allow us to escape with our lives!”

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