Peerless Divine Emperor

Outside the Nanhua Palace, the vast space was covered with white ice and snow. A peerless female saint stood in the void. Her three thousand strands of black hair turned white and fluttered in the space, like a beautiful painting that made people indulge in it.

Ming Yuexue was surrounded by a terrifying soul power. Her soul seemed to have turned into thousands of strands, spreading in different directions. Her thoughts covered an infinite area. Everyone's every move was under her sight and nothing could escape her.

Nan Linyuan stared at Ming Yuexue, and a solemn look appeared on his sharp face.

Ming Yuexue's soul power has surpassed the level of the fifth level and can be compared to the peak saint of the sixth level. This talent can be called against the sky. If she breaks through to the sixth level, then her strength is likely to reach the seventh level, and then she can compete with him.

"It seems that you practiced a powerful secret technique that can bring back the dead and enhance the power of the soul." Nan Linyuan looked at Ming Yuexue and said coldly.

However, Ming Yuexue didn't even look at him and ignored his words.

"Hmph, do you really think I won't do anything to you?" Nan Linyuan snorted coldly, and grabbed his palm forward. Suddenly, a super-powerful force was born between heaven and earth. A huge and boundless palm print condensed and formed on the sky, like the hand of a god, releasing an extremely bright divine light, dazzling people's eyes.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the hand of the god fell down and blasted towards Ming Yuexue's body.

"This..." The expressions of countless people suddenly changed. They felt that the hand of the god was too terrible, and it contained the power to destroy the world. This palm fell, and I am afraid that the space would directly turn into nothingness. Even if Ming Yuexue was a fifth-level saint, she would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

"The owner of the building!"

"Mother!"

Yun Miao and Shangguan Yulian shouted at the same time. Both of them were as pale as paper, and their eyes were filled with extremely strong worries. They were afraid that Ming Yuexue would be injured. After all, the one who attacked was the Saint of Nanhua, a seventh-level saint.

"Is it over?" Qin Xuan stared at Ming Yuexue's figure, and his heart was quite uneasy. He always had a feeling that Ming Yuexue's resurrection this time was most likely planned before her death, and Yun Sheng must have known about it.

In this case, Ming Yuexue should have kept a backhand, otherwise she would not be able to compete with the Saint of Nanhua, and the result would be the same as before.

The attack of the seventh-level saint was so powerful that in just a moment, the hand of the god directly penetrated the space distance, and countless falling snow was directly annihilated into the invisible, as if it had never existed.

Just when the hand of the god was about to fall on Ming Yuexue's body, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in the void beside her without any sign.

He looked up at the sky, and suddenly a virtual moon appeared in the void. On the virtual moon, silver light bloomed, like moonlight, covering the hand of the god.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Terrorous auras burst out from the hand of the god, trying to destroy everything and tear the moonlight apart. However, the moonlight seemed endless, constantly weakening the power contained in the hand of the god. When the hand of the god got rid of the shackles of the moonlight, its own power was exhausted and had no power.

"Who is he?"

The eyes of countless people in the space suddenly froze there, staring straight at the illusory figure beside Ming Yuexue, and their breathing seemed to stagnate. He actually blocked the attack of the Saint of Nanhua.

Moreover, he was just a phantom, not the real body, so how terrible would his strength be?

Nan Linyuan's expression suddenly shook, and his eyes penetrated the space to look at the shadow, but the shadow was very blurry and his face could not be seen clearly, so he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Nan Linyuan is a seventh-level saint. Except for some old monsters in the four domains, he can almost be said to be invincible in Shura Hell. His tone is naturally extremely arrogant and domineering. He does not take other people seriously. Even if he blocks his attack, it does not mean anything.

The eyes of other people present also looked at the figure, and their hearts trembled. Guess who that person is?

This person dared to confront the Saint of Nanhua in public, so he must be a top-level figure, right?

The figure glanced at Nanhua Saint, then looked away and looked at Mingyuexue beside him. He stretched out his hand to her, held her hand, and said softly: "I'm late."

"The thousand years of waiting have not been in vain." Mingyuexue said softly to the figure in front of her. At this moment, she seemed no longer an ice queen, but a soft woman, giving people a very gentle feeling, and a trace of pity could not help but arise in his heart.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Nan Linyuan was stunned for a moment, and then a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he thought of an extremely bold possibility.

Could this illusory figure be Shangguan Yi?

But how could this be possible? Back then, they worked together to wipe out Shangguan Yi, not only destroying his body, but also his soul. It can be said that he was in a place of no return. How could he not die?

Nan Linyuan was determined that the man was not Shangguan Yi, but Mingyuexue's attitude towards the figure made him have a little guess. Even Mingyuexue could be resurrected, why couldn't Shangguan Yi?

Ming Yuexue had countless suitors, but she only loved one person, Shangguan Yi.

"Shangguan Yi?" Nan Linyuan asked the figure, as if testing him, even though he thought the possibility was not high.

The figure turned his head slowly, looked in the direction of Nan Linyuan, and uttered an indifferent voice: "You still remember me."

When this voice fell, countless people's hearts trembled suddenly, as if they were hit by a heavy object. Everyone's face showed horror, as if they saw an extremely terrible scene.

This illusory figure in the void is Shangguan Yi?

Shangguan Yulian looked at the illusory figure beside Mingyuexue with her beautiful eyes, and also felt incredible. That person was her father?

"Yi Sheng, he is alive too?" At this moment, Qin Xuan, Song Yue and others were shocked and felt that everything in front of them was unreal. Mingyuexue and Yi Sheng were both people who fell thousands of years ago. Now, both of them were resurrected. This is simply incredible!

"It's against the will of heaven..." Gongsun Ji's mouth twitched. Can the dead really be resurrected?

Duan Chengtian was speechless. Even though he had read the ancient books of the clan and heard many horrifying things, he could not make a reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him.

Shangguan Yi's figure gradually solidified, and the blurred face became clear. He looked only about 30 years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he was outstanding. The contours of his face revealed a carefree and unrestrained demeanor, and he was extremely charming as a mature man.

"Sheng Yi is so handsome!" Many people couldn't help but exclaimed. Even some men felt a little ashamed when they saw Sheng Yi's appearance. In front of him, they were too far behind.

"Shangguan Yi!"

A cold voice came from Nan Linyuan's mouth. His face was extremely gloomy, and his body was filled with a terrifying chill. It was obvious that his anger had reached its peak!