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"The talent is pretty good."

The silver-robed man spoke slowly, his brows furrowed slightly, and his whole body revealed a cold killing intent.

"But if you practice evil skills, the killing is too heavy. Once you grow up, your holy land will be destroyed. This child cannot be kept!"

He Shen is the "oracle" priest of Tianxuan Holy Land, and he is almost a god in spying on the secrets of heaven.

The three holy sites are managed in very different ways.

There are many aristocratic families in Cangming Holy Land, the gods in Tianxuan Holy Land are supreme, and the powerful ones in Hongmeng Holy Land are respected.

If He Lanxuan had not eloped with Ye Dingtian back then, but had peacefully been her saint, she and He Shen should be in charge of Tianxuan Holy Land now.

But without if, everyone had to believe He Shen's words.

A hint of heartache appeared on Ye Tongchen's old face, "But Fan'er is Tian'er's child after all. My Ye family has been indebted to him all these years, so we want to give him a prosperous life..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by He Shen.

He turned around to look, his deep eyes piercing through all of Ye Tongchen's thoughts.

"If Patriarch Ye is unwilling to take action, I can do it for you. You should save those words of guilt for yourself in the dead of night."

He Shen's lack of respect made the Ye family angry.

However, Ye Tongchen did not show any dissatisfaction. If the "oracle" priest of Tianxuan Holy Land could take action himself, maybe the relationship between the two holy places could be eased or even restored.

Hongmeng Holy Land, it’s time to go down after dancing for so long!

Seeing that Ye Tongchen was silent, He Shen turned around gracefully, raised his finger, and pressed it with a cold expression.

Dark clouds surged, thunder flashed across, and the god suddenly descended from the sky to destroy the world with his finger.

The house collapsed, sand and rocks flew, and the Ye family, who had insufficient cultivation, exploded on the spot, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

That finger smashed through the phantom of the demon several feet high, causing Ye Tianchen and the genius of the Ye family who transmitted spiritual power to him to suffer backlash and fly backwards.

The confrontation was forcibly interrupted. Ye Zhifan took three steps back and spit out a large mouthful of blood. He wanted to focus his attack again to resist, but it was already too late.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Jia Xingming stood in front of him and pushed him fiercely to the side. The shadowless sword in his hand flew across the sky, temporarily blocking the finger of the god falling from the sky.

"Brother Jia! Ahem..."

The Fentian poisonous sand broke out at this moment. As soon as Ye Zhifan used his spiritual power, his meridians felt the pain of grinding sand.

He vomited a mouthful of dark red blood again, his knees softened, he held the handle of the knife in his right hand and stabbed it into the ground, and knelt down on one knee.

The attack failed, and He Shen, who was looking down at all living beings from a distance, frowned deeply.

"Who is that boy? He can block 20% of my power with one finger?"

Ye Tongchen was secretly frightened by He Shen's power. The great elder Ye Heguang sneered:

“He’s just a kid who doesn’t know where he came from and who doesn’t know where the world is.

He had some strength and blocked many murderous attempts for Ye Zhifan along the way. "

"Oh?" He Shen raised his eyebrows and said with a sharp look, "In that case, those who help the tyrants to commit cruelty should die!"

He pointed his finger in the air again, and 70% of his strength burst out.

Jia Xingming, who was holding the sword and using his spiritual power to resist desperately, knelt on his knees, and blood began to ooze from his seven orifices.

"Brother Jia!!!"

Ye Zhifan screamed at the top of his lungs, and regardless of the physical pain, he forcibly mobilized his spiritual power, and once again ignited the blazing sword and slashed at the fingers in the sky, in an attempt to relieve Jia Xingming's pressure.

But He Shen was targeting Jia Xingming, and 99% of his attacks fell on the young man.

Jia Xingming only had time to raise his eyes and glance at Ye Zhifan before he fell deeply into the huge crater beneath his knees.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the dust returned to calm.

Between the dead ruins, a deep pit appeared three feet wide and two feet deep, and the young swordsman who was always high-spirited knelt in the center with his head lowered and his body covered in blood.

The sword that belonged to him turned into powder and disappeared.

"Brother Jia!"

“Jia Xingming!!!”

Ye Zhifan's eyes were scarlet and he stumbled in.

With just a light touch from his calloused fingers, the boy fell to the side with a "thud".

Ye Zhifan's breathing became disordered, his teeth creaked, and intermittent breath sounds came out of his chest.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, he slowly moved his fingers to the boy's nose, and finally dropped them to his neck with a trembling voice.

There is no breath, just the body temperature that has not dissipated.

"Brother Jia!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He knelt on the ground, held the body tightly in his arms, and howled to the sky in grief.

Hot tears rushed out of the corners of his eyes like torrents, and within a few breaths they soaked the black hair on the young man's head.

Bits of broken light emerged from the boy's body, and before Ye Zhifan could react, they turned into stardust and scattered in the air.

"Brother Ye, you don't have to pay back the debt you owe..."

There was a faint laugh in his ears, and when he lowered his head, his arms became empty.

The man knelt and sat motionless on the ground, looking at the bright red blood stains on his clothes. Flames danced in his eyes, and his deep black eyes turned into bloodthirsty red pupils.

The aura around his body surged, and the copper crown that bound his hair collapsed again, and his waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind.

When He Shen pressed a finger again, the man's thin lips squirmed:

"Burn my essence and blood, and offer my soul. The bright sun will grant me magical powers..."

The sky was stained with blood, a blood-red sun broke out from behind the surging dark clouds, and black thunder exploded throughout the holy land.

Countless buildings and creatures were destroyed in the thunder.

A powerful tornado rose from the ground, covering the sky and the sun in the blink of an eye. Ye Zhifan, who was in the center of the tornado, felt his aura rising steadily.

The late Nascent Soul period.

The peak of Nascent Soul.

Early stage of out-of-body experience.

The middle stage of out-of-body experience.

……

Late stage of transformation.

The peak of divine transformation!

One step away, you can step into the cave realm!

He Shen's divine finger had already been shattered by the tornado. Feeling the power of the sky, He Shen's brows furrowed.

Through the interpretation of the "oracle", he solemnly said:

"The catastrophe of the Holy Land is coming!"

"What, a catastrophe?"

Everyone was in disbelief.

There was a hint of regret on Ye Tongchen's old face, but more of a cold murderous intent.

He looked at the vision of heaven and earth with half-squinted eyes and said:

"But it's because of Ye Zhifan?"

He Shen clasped his hands behind his back and responded in disgust:

"Yes."

His crime-destroying finger that had 80% strength just now was easily destroyed by the tornado. When Ye Zhifan succeeds in his transformation, he doesn't know how difficult it will be!

At such a dangerous opportunity, we must not rush head-on.

"Clan Leader Ye, after all, this is the Holy Land of Cangming. It is not for me to take action blatantly, but for the sake of all living beings in the world, I will assist you from behind."

Ye family: What a scheming idea!

Time waits for no one, Ye Tongchen didn't say any more nonsense, nodded in agreement, and ordered the clan leaders, elders and worshipers to attack.

Ye Zhifan stood in the air, his robes rustling.

The blood on the horizon became his background, and he looked down at the ants like a god of death.

"Kill! None! Pardon!"

With one strike, the Ye family land was split into two, and a ten-foot-wide crack suddenly appeared, swallowing countless buildings and living people inside.

Fiery lava rolled and burned under the cracks in the ground, and a sea of ​​fire appeared in the holy land where countless people were flocking.