125: The ruins of the Tianjian Dynasty, facing the third tribulation!

Yan Weihuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Meng Yun, his expression incredibly serious.

Though this young man was not old, he had never dropped the ball since entering the sect, surprising them, these old fellows, on several occasions.

Now, at a time of life and death…

Fine, what's wrong with trusting him this once!

The two whispered for a while.

Yan Weihuan looked up: "Is that true?"

Meng Yun said honestly: "Fifty percent chance."

"Fifty percent?

This is a sure win! Let's do it!" Yan Weihuan waved his hand and personally adjusted the course!

The immortal boat's body suddenly veered, charging straight towards the Tianjian Dynasty world ruins!

The greater the storm, the more precious the fish!

…

Thousands of miles away.

Saint Minghe's gaze was cold:

"Hmph, hiding in a small world? A dead end!"

"Chase!" Saint Molo transmitted, after all, his Saintess was still on the boat!

The four transformed into streaks of light and also plummeted towards the Tianjian Dynasty.

The already silent Tianjian Dynasty: Don't come here!

The flying boat stumbled and plunged directly into the atmosphere, finally landing on a plain.

At this moment, due to being bombarded and traveling at extreme speeds, the flying boat's body was already battered and beyond recognition.

It would have been better if it hadn't landed; now that it had, it would be difficult to take off again without repairs.

"Let's go, to find the legendary Demon Subduing Sword replica." Yan Weihuan was the first to leap out of the flying boat, his divine sense covering thousands of miles, maintaining the highest alert at all times.

After everyone filed out, Yan Weihuan waved his hand, shrinking the flying boat to the size of a peanut and storing it in his storage ring.

Meng Yun once again arrived in this world.

However, the time node was ten thousand years before his last visit here.

At this time node, the Tianjian Dynasty had only been destroyed for a few decades or a hundred years, and all the war relics were still vivid, as if it were yesterday.

I wonder where Nangong Jing is sleeping at this moment?

It wouldn't be good if she were caught in the crossfire if a battle broke out later…

Thinking this, Meng Yun released his divine sense and began to carefully sense around.

The primary task now was to find the Demon Subduing Sword replica.

At this moment, the Demon Subduing Sword, not yet eroded by ten thousand years of time, had an aura far stronger than when Meng Yun obtained it in the present day!

It should be a Transformation Spirit Peak level divine weapon!

If used properly, even slaying a Tribulation Transcender would likely be effortless!

In just a moment, Meng Yun's divine sense retracted like a tide.

"It's in the north!" Meng Yun said decisively.

"Go!"

Yan Weihuan's expression was serious, escorting everyone forward all the way.

They rushed along.

Every cultivator was silently hurrying on their way; with a formidable enemy ahead, there was no internal strife, no confusion, only silent support and unconditional obedience.

Since the Peak Lord said there was a way to reverse the situation, then they would go forward.

The strong cohesion of the Immortal Sect was evident.

This journey lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

Along the way, they crushed several waves of demonic beasts; in front of Integration and Tribulation Transcender mighty figures, such beast tides could not stir up many waves at all.

Although the Tianjian Dynasty was vast, for those at the Nascent Soul stage and above, even traversing the entire dynasty would not take too long.

Finally, a dilapidated capital city appeared on the horizon.

Looking from afar, a colossal sword, piercing straight through heaven and earth, seemed to have descended from the sky and plunged into the ground.

Its surface was not covered in much dust, gleaming golden and shining with cold light, incomparable to its decayed state ten thousand years later.

The Tianjian Dynasty's national treasure—the Demon Subduing Sword!

"This is… the Demon Subduing Sword?"

Shangguan Qing followed beside Meng Yun; because she inherited Meng Yun's Demon Subduing Swordplay, she herself had a faint sense of this Demon Subduing Sword at this moment.

Although it was a bit strained, her intuition told her that she could also manipulate such a divine weapon!

"Meow roar roar~"

Ruyi took cat-like steps, looking at this heaven-piercing sword, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Meng Yun, if he used this thing to chop people, wouldn't they be bruised all over? It must hurt a lot!

Saint Xuanji followed unhurriedly behind, her heart at this moment filled with three parts of incomprehension, three parts of confusion, and four parts of indecision.

It was a complete fan-shaped statistical chart of the cultivation world!

She was puzzled, puzzled as to why, even though they were at their wits' end, this group of people from the Immortal Sect still looked calm.

She was confused, confused as to why the elders, who had clearly agreed to capture Meng Yun and his girlfriend alive, had ruthlessly tried to kill them, not even caring about her own life!

She was indecisive; she didn't know whether to continue hiding from everyone or confess everything…

"Li Xuanji, hurry up, don't tell me you want Eastern Peak Lord to carry you?" A cultivator kindly teased.

"Ah? Ah, coming…"

For some unknown reason, Li Xuanji actually felt a strange sense of belonging to this rival Immortal Sect…

What a novel feeling!

However, time would not give her more opportunities to experience it.

The Immortal Sect experience card had expired.

Four whooshing sounds rang out as three Tribulation Transcenders and one Integration stage cultivator arrived.

Saint Minghe stood at the front, stroking his goatee, his expression calm:

"Yan Weihuan, bring Eastern Abyss and yourselves, bind your hands, and cripple your cultivation, and I can spare the lives of the others."

His indifferent words, accompanied by surging spiritual energy, slowly resonated throughout the entire world.

"Crippled your root, and then I can spare your life." Yan Weihuan's expression was stern, returning the retort.

Saint Minghe's expression changed drastically.

Having lived for nearly ten thousand years, all those who had disrespected him had long since passed away.

How many years, how many years had it been since such an offense occurred…

He looked at Yan Weihuan as if he were looking at a dead man!

"Sharp-tongued, these juniors nowadays increasingly don't understand what it means to respect elders!"

Yan Weihuan: "An elder who is not respected is a thief. Old thief Minghe, am I right?"

Saint Minghe was silent for a moment, his previous rage vanishing instantly.

Instead of being angry, he laughed.

"Hahaha…

Trying to provoke me? I'm afraid you've miscalculated.

Once I capture you, I'll properly torment you!"

With those words, Saint Minghe gave up his last shred of hope.

This bunch from the Immortal Sect, their mouths were tougher than the last!

He truly hoped their bones could be just as tough!

With a flash, Saint Minghe's aura firmly locked onto Yan Weihuan.

It was self-evident.

Yan Weihuan, at the Mid-Tribulation stage, was the opponent chosen by Saint Minghe, at the Late-Tribulation stage!

Defeating Yan Weihuan would be as easy as flipping a hand!

Terrifying spiritual energy blasted forth, and the entire Tianjian Dynasty seemed to tremble!

Saint Molo inadvertently glanced at Saint Xuanji, then withdrew his gaze when he saw she was fine.

He said calmly: "Since that's the case, then I shall…"

"We will be your opponents!" Dragon Spirit soared into the sky, and behind her were Ruyi and several other Integration stage cultivators from the sect!

"Meow~"

Come fight, come fight meow!

"Seven Integration stage cultivators, huh…"

Saint Molo, at the Early-Tribulation stage, sensed for a moment and didn't take it much to heart.

They were a bit troublesome, but he only needed to defeat them one by one; victory was only a matter of time!

At this point.

On the Three Saints Palace side, there remained the crippled old man Saint Youque, and the balding youth Saint Golden Toad.

However, on the Immortal Sect side, there were only the unofficial member Saint Xuanji, Meng Yun and Shangguan Qing, two Transformation Spirit Peak cultivators, and a few other small fries.

No matter how one looked at it, the Immortal Sect was in a losing situation.

One must know that even if Saint Youque was injured, he was still a genuine Tribulation Transcender!

What's more, the other side also had the second Saint Son, Saint Golden Toad, in his full strength at the Mid-Integration stage!

How could this battle be fought? It was a guaranteed loss!

After a moment of standoff, Saint Golden Toad grinned and spoke first:

"Eastern Abyss, you tell us, how do we fight?"

Meng Yun's expression remained unchanged as he soared into the sky: "How else can we fight? We fight hard!"

"Courageous, truly worthy of being the one who killed Saint Huang."

Even at this moment, Saint Golden Toad didn't forget to slander Meng Yun: "But, that's all there is to it."

"Soon, it will be your turn." Meng Yun was expressionless.

Time's almost up~

"I never said I wanted to fight you one-on-one." Saint Golden Toad's words fell, and his gaze turned to the ground:

"Second Saintess, how much longer do you intend to hide?"

With those words, all remaining eyes turned towards the white-robed girl who had traveled with them, Li Xuanji.

This Li Xuanji, was actually a Saintess of the Saint Palace?!

Surprise, doubt, disbelief.

Saint Xuanji looked up at everyone, a flicker of panic in her eyes.

Second Saintess?

What Second Saintess?

She was Li Xuanji, she was Li Xuanji!