Chapter 1096 Meeting an acquaintance

After a discussion, a series of plans were formed in the minds of the three giant trolls. After taking a final look around, the three of them flew towards the ruined ancient city below.

While different scenes were being played out everywhere, Ye Chunyang flew alone in the sky above the nameless area.

It had been seven days since he left after obtaining the human blood flower.

During this period of time, he had flown from the center of the mountain range to a deep mountain exit in the southwest. The vast terrain here made him stunned when he first arrived, but the gratifying thing was that although this exit was so large that it was difficult to estimate, it seemed to be gradually moving away from the nameless mountain range. I believe that as long as you pass through this place safely, you can get out of here.

With this discovery, Ye Chunyang hurried on his way more frequently. Except for occasionally meditating to recover for a while, he spent the rest of the time flying in the air.

However, this place looks like an exit, but it is not peaceful at all. In recent days, Ye Chunyang has encountered no less than ten waves of monster attacks. Of course, most of these monsters were not very powerful, and the strongest was only about level three. As soon as they appeared, Ye Chunyang killed them with his sword, and even destroyed their inner elixir.

With such a fast speed, it didn't take long for Ye Chunyang to walk out of most of the exit. When he looked forward, a different scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

Looking forward from the exit, the view was suddenly clear, but when he really walked out, his face froze slightly, and he looked at the sky with a strange look.

There were nine suns hanging in the sky. Except for the one in the middle, the others were all pierced with an arrow, as if they were shot through by a crossbow. However, these eight suns pierced by sharp arrows did not dissipate, but hung there, neither rising nor falling, as if it had been like this forever.

Although the nine suns coexisted in the sky, the climate between heaven and earth was normal, without too much hot air, which made people think that the scene they saw was just an illusion.

"Nine suns? This is unprecedented. Could it be related to the spirit world?"

Ye Chunyang touched his chin with doubt. Even though he had practiced Taoism for many years, he had never seen such a strange scene.

However, according to rumors, since this Wuwang Holy Land was brought to the human world by the spiritual world cultivators, maybe this scene has something to do with the spiritual world.

Although he had many doubts in his heart, Ye Chunyang didn't want to pay more attention to it after just one look. No matter how strange this Wuwang Holy Land was, it was most important to find his own opportunity at the moment.

During the journey, he had thought that since this place was left by the spiritual world cultivators, the natural materials and treasures grown here were incomparable to those in the human world. Maybe he could find other medicinal materials needed to refine the Divine Transformation Pill here.

Just as Ye Chunyang was thinking about the plan in his mind, his expression froze again.

In his sight, about three miles away, a shocking rainbow rose into the sky, followed by a series of explosions of spiritual power colliding and explosions of magic weapons fighting, which swept over one after another.

"Is there a fight?"

Ye Chunyang's eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes flashed and his figure suddenly disappeared, rushing straight to the place where the fight was.

He had been in the Wuwang Holy Land for so long, and he had never seen the shadow of a living person. Suddenly, he encountered someone fighting here, and he was slightly interested.

The battle circle was not far away. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chunyang arrived nearby and stood in a cloud and looked down.

At this time, he saw clearly that the two people fighting were two Yuanying early stage cultivators. One of them was dressed in white and had gray hair. Because he was facing away, Ye Chunyang could not see his face.

Opposite the gray-haired old man was a middle-aged cultivator with a fierce face. He held a white whip several feet long in his hand. When he waved it, the spiritual energy soared, as if it was made from the spine of some spiritual beast.

However, after seeing the fight in the field, Ye Chunyang was a little surprised. The two sides seemed to be fighting for their lives. Both of them burst out with 100% strength. However, it seemed that the middle-aged cultivator seemed to have a slightly better magical power. The long whip in his hand was swung out like a storm. Although the old man had deep magical power and could dissolve it several times, it was obvious that he only had the power of defense and no chance to fight back.

If this continues, I am afraid that the old man's situation will be very bad.

Ye Chunyang did not show up, but only looked at the two with interest in the clouds.

But for some reason, when he looked at the old man's back, he felt a little familiar. Could it be someone he knew?

This time he did not deliberately restrain his breath, so the moment he landed, the two of them obviously noticed his arrival, and their faces changed several times immediately.

In such a life-and-death battle, a cultivator of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul with a cultivation level far exceeding theirs suddenly came. Interfering with either side would have a great impact on the battle situation.

For a while, the trend of the two people's fight could not help but slow down a little, and each of them became defensive.

Especially when the middle-aged cultivator found that Ye Chunyang landed behind the old man in white, his heart sank a few points. Judging from the position where this person stood, he might come to help the other party.

But seeing that Ye Chunyang did not move for a long time after landing, the suspicion in the middle-aged cultivator's heart suddenly disappeared a few points. However, after looking at the other party, he still said with a flash of eyes: "My fellow Taoist, this is a matter between our Ling family and the Huan family. I hope you will stand by and watch without interfering!"

"Huan family?"

Ye Chunyang was stunned, his expression was a little strange, and he finally understood why he felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at the old man again just now.

Sure enough, the old man turned around after noticing his arrival, revealing an unusually familiar face. It was Huan Bai, the ancestor of the Huan family in Taiyuan City, Nanjun.

"Interesting."

Ye Chunyang smiled and said to himself, he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. Thinking back to when he had just cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage and traveled from Dongzhou to the Taiyuan Immortal Dynasty, in a sense, this ancestor of the Huan family was the first Nascent Soul cultivator he had ever met.

It was also through meeting this person that he learned a lot about the knowledge and cultivation methods of the Nascent Soul stage, so he didn't have to blindly explore alone.

When the old man in white turned around, he was suddenly stunned, staring at Ye Chunyang's face with his eyes wide open, showing deep disbelief.

"You? You are..."

This handsome face once impressed Huan Bai, but he hadn't seen it since he left to save Huan Yuling that day, and he never expected to meet it here.

"Brother Huan, I haven't seen you for two hundred years. Are you all right?" Ye Chunyang grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a kind smile.

"Daoyou Ye! It's really you! I didn't expect you to still remember me." Huan Bai was a little absent-minded.

The middle-aged cultivator opposite him changed his expression when he heard the conversation between the two. It was obvious that the two knew each other, and Ye Chunyang's cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he helped Huan Bai to deal with him, the result could be imagined.

Ye Chunyang was calm and seemed to be not concerned about the fight in the field.

But his next words made the middle-aged cultivator's face completely gloomy.

"It seems that Brother Huan seems to have some troubles. Do you need my help?" Ye Chunyang chuckled and looked at the middle-aged cultivator indifferently.

If it were someone else, he would not have the intention to intervene in other people's affairs, but Huan Bai had some friendship with him, so it would be difficult to just walk away.

Huan Bai was delighted when he heard this, and laughed: "If Brother Ye is willing to help, Huan Mou will be grateful!"

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly, but the middle-aged cultivator's face changed drastically!

"Fellow Daoist! I am the elder of the Ling family. My Ling family has some relationship with the Yuan family. Do you really want to intervene in this matter?" The middle-aged cultivator said gloomily, with a strong threat in his words. He thought that even if the other party was powerful, they would be afraid of the Yuan family.

Little did he know that when he mentioned the Yuan family, the smile on Ye Chunyang's face slowly withered, and his eyes were expressionless.

"Really? So you have such a connection with the Yuan family. That's really a coincidence. I have also had some dealings with the Yuan family. Since we met today, you should die."

It would be fine if the other party did not mention the Yuan family. As soon as Ye Chunyang was mentioned, he became murderous. After the indifferent words came out, dozens of sword lights suddenly swirled out of his sleeves.

The pupils of the middle-aged cultivator shrank suddenly. He never expected that Ye Chunyang would attack without saying a word, and he looked like he would kill him with one blow.

Even if he was stupid, he knew that this person was not a good person, and he was very likely to be the mortal enemy of the Yuan family.

Feeling the murderous aura coming from the flying swords, the middle-aged cultivator quickly made hand gestures and swung his long whip fiercely, causing a sharp explosion and sweeping towards Ye Chunyang's group of swords.

There was a loud roar, and the surrounding rocks were shattered into pieces as the spiritual waves spread, turning into debris and exploding.

This middle-aged cultivator has practiced for more than a thousand years in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. His magical powers are definitely not inferior to those of ordinary cultivators of the same level. Even a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul would have to temporarily avoid the sharp edge if he exerted his full strength.

But the next scene shocked the middle-aged cultivator. Ye Chunyang bent his finger and the group of swords gently rolled around the long whip. After a few muffled "puffs", they exploded inch by inch, and the spiritual power was also melted away, turning into a pile of flying ash in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged cultivator opened his eyes wide, beads of sweat as big as beans emerged from his forehead, and his heart suddenly jumped to his throat.

This bone whip was made with countless efforts, and its power was comparable to that of a supreme spiritual treasure. How could Ye Chunyang's dozens of flying swords crush it with one blow?

But before he could think about it, a more shocking scene appeared. After the swords easily crushed his bone whip, the light rose again, and gathered into a red giant sword several feet long, rumbling down like a mountain.

This sword was without any fancy moves, and it directly crushed with the most brutal posture. The suffocating sense of oppression emanated, and the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly bulged, and he moved his body without thinking and flew backwards.

However, the size of the giant sword and the strength of its momentum were completely beyond his imagination. As soon as the middle-aged monk started to move, a huge shadow enveloped him.

"Ah!"

The giant sword pressed down flatly, and a very tragic howl came from it, but it soon subsided. When Ye Chunyang indifferently retracted the giant sword, only a dark and deep hole was left on the ground, and a corpse inside was unrecognizable and turned into a meat paste.

This middle-aged cultivator didn't even escape his Nascent Soul, and was directly crushed to death by Ye Chunyang's sword.

Huan Bai, who was standing next to him, opened his mouth wide, his pupils shrank violently, and his body stood there stiffly, too shocked to say a word!