Supreme Martial Artist

The sky was shining brightly, and many people narrowed their eyes in discomfort.

At this time, what appeared in front of everyone was a towering mountain peak.

Among them, the beautiful buildings and jade buildings are laid out layer upon layer.

There are immortal birds and strange beasts while walking.

From time to time, you can see the monk standing on the long sword flying through the air.

And at the top of the mountain peak, it was close to the height where the clouds disappeared.

There is a huge sword hanging upside down here.

That long sword is probably thousands of meters long.

Hanging upside down in the sky, light flows around it.

Around the long sword, countless tiny sword lights are constantly appearing and disappearing all the time.

But in this short moment of birth and death, the surrounding space was cut into pieces.

Countless blue thunders surrounded the long sword.

Each one is thousands of meters long, tearing through the void like a wild dragon dancing wildly.

Ye Xinghe only glanced twice and felt as if his eyes were about to be cut.

He was shocked.

What level of existence is this long sword?

It has such power!

At this time, the leading disciple, Lu Yanchuan, turned around and looked at everyone.

He said calmly: "You three hundred and ninety-seven people, from today on, are the sword slaves of my Divine Sword Sect. Does anyone have any questions?"

"Is anyone dissatisfied?"

Everyone was silent.

Of course there are people who have questions or are dissatisfied.

But they were all killed long ago.

In this world, everyone is used to the law of the jungle.

"Okay, very good." Lu Yanchuan nodded with satisfaction.

Ye Xinghe saw his gaze.

It was like looking at a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Or to be precise, it’s the same look at cultivation resources.

Only he didn't regard his group as human beings, as their own kind.

This look made Ye Xinghe very uncomfortable, and he slowly clenched his fists.

Then, Lu Yanchuan waved his hand.

There was a sound of ‘ka ka ka ka’.

Everyone has a red collar around their neck.

Just enough to strangle the neck, but not suffocating.

The collar seemed to be made of special metal, with delicate magic circles engraved on it.

This necklace gives people the feeling of being very calm, just like the ocean when there are no waves.

But underneath, there is extremely violent power.

Ye Xinghe has no doubt that if he tries to destroy it.

I'm just afraid that the power inside is enough to bomb him to death.

Lu Yanchuan said calmly: "This collar is the symbol of each of you."

"This thing can only be opened by the sect with special methods. If it is destroyed by force, there will be a 'boom'!"

He raised his hands high, with a look of obsession in his eyes: "Immediately, blow your bodies into powder!"

"Moreover, after your death, your soul will be included in this circle and you will never be reincarnated!"

Everyone was frightened.

"If you forcefully destroy it, you will die. If you escape from the sect thousands of miles away without the permission of the sect elders, the same will happen!"

He said no more and waved his hand.

Immediately, everyone flew down involuntarily.

This is the Divine Sword Sect.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the Qionglou Yuyu on the mountain.

However, they don't belong here.

Lu Yanchuan led everyone around and around to the back mountain.

There are dozens of courtyards here, with people coming and going in an endless stream.

Even not far away, a rather large town has been formed.

Looking from a distance, there are row upon row of houses, perhaps hundreds of thousands of them.

And there are only a few sword slaves with red collars inside.

Zhang Hongyuan came over and whispered: "The sword slaves of the Divine Sword Sect are divided into four courtyards: A, B, C, and D."

"There are thousands of sword slaves in each courtyard. One group will die and another group will be replenished."

He pointed at the market: "This place is called Jianqi City, and it was formed relying on the Divine Sword Sect."

Ye Xinghe nodded in understanding.

These people are not gods. They also have to eat, drink and relieve themselves and need various resources.

Seeing that the Shenjian Sect is quite large, I don’t know how many disciples there are.

But there are tens of thousands of sword slaves alone.

The daily resources required and the treasures that can be produced are also astronomical figures.

It is perfectly normal for a city and market town to form here.

Zhang Hongyuan doesn't know how he knows this.

Ye Xinghe and others were assigned to Hospital A.

It covers an area of ​​thousands of acres and the houses are extremely dense.

Moreover, Ye Xinghe felt that the aura inside was quite rich.

If you practice in it, you will be much faster than outside.

Entering the courtyard, you will first see a huge square.

Surrounding the square are courtyards everywhere.

In the center of the square is a high platform.

The high platform was stained with blood and turned dark brown. It was unknown how many people had died here.

And when Ye Xinghe was trekking hard in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

At this time, deep in the void of the universe, there is that huge red world.

That is, Xuanyuan Taihao's native world.

On the top of the fairy mountain, at the top of the pavilion, Xuanyuan Taihao was sitting cross-legged, his face gloomy and ugly.

In front of him, dozens of men in black robes knelt on the ground and remained silent.

The atmosphere was almost stagnant.

Just from their slightly trembling figures, it can be seen how afraid they are of Xuanyuan Taihao.

These people all wear silver masks and have huge auras.

But in front of Xuanyuan Taihao, he was very humble.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Taihao roared fiercely.

"Trash, it's all trash!"

"After searching for a whole hundred years, I still haven't found a single trace!"

He roared madly!

After venting for a while, he finally calmed down.

Among the men in black masks, the one kneeling furthest forward seemed to be the one with the highest status.

At this time, he dared to speak and said in a harsh voice: "Master, although we are unfavorable in doing things, we are not without our heart!"

"For a hundred years, we have used various means to explore dozens of big worlds and spent countless precious resources."

"At a great cost, I asked Master Asba to make nine prophecies."

"But no matter what, these nine prophecies are all empty!"

“I don’t even know where Ye Xinghe’s traces are!”

Xuanyuan Taihao laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His voice was full of sarcasm: "Why, is it possible that my good brother can still float in the turbulent flow of time and space for hundreds of years?"

"Trash is trash, let me see."

Having said this, he suddenly became silent.

It seemed that he was thinking of the terror of Master Asba.

If at this time, I said something disrespectful to him here, he would sense it.

Even with his own status, it is difficult to end it.

He paced irritably, then suddenly stood still, staring intently at the leader of the man in black robe and mask.

"I remember that Master Asba can only predict once every ten years."

"That's right!" The leader said respectfully: "Master Asba, although his cultivation is close to the realm of immortal gods, his prophecy law also consumes a lot of himself!"