Chapter 1131: Fierce Battle in Fantasy World

Ye Chunyang had just flown over the swamp when the surroundings suddenly became empty. The six-horned demon dragon, Yun Xi and others had all disappeared. The scene in front of him had also changed drastically. The swamp had disappeared, replaced by a lush, celestial mountain.

The mountain was full of flowers, butterflies were flying, and birds were playing. The scenery was absolutely beautiful. On the top of the mountain, a small cave stood. The scene gave Ye Chunyang an unusually familiar feeling.

He was touched inexplicably.

This was the cave where the two of them had lived together after bringing Luo Qingcheng out of the Dao Realm in Dongzhou.

When he landed here, a memory surged from Ye Chunyang's mind. His footsteps were like lead, and he couldn't move away at all.

He remembered that this flower field was planted by himself and Luo Qingcheng. They had spent the most beautiful time here, leaning on each other.

Looking at the scenery that had not changed at all, Ye Chunyang smiled and walked along the path in the flower field unconsciously. When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw a familiar figure standing there.

She was dressed in white like snow, just like when they first met in Xishanling that year, like a banished immortal, not eating the fireworks of the world.

"Husband, you are back." The ethereal voice echoed in his ears, and Luo Qingcheng smiled and waved to him.

That smile made the flowers in the world all wither.

Ye Chunyang felt warm in his heart, nodded and walked forward slowly, gently held her hand, and walked into the cave with her.

At this moment, Ye Chunyang only wished that time would stop passing, so that he could stay by her side forever.

"Husband, Luo'er has been waiting for you here for a long time. You won't leave this time you come back, right?"

The two sat opposite each other, Luo Qingcheng smiled movingly, and her bright eyes were full of affection.

"I won't leave." Ye Chunyang held her hand tightly, and he had never been so relaxed as at this moment.

With her by his side, he would not change his original intention even if the world was cut off and the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled.

They just stared at each other silently, supporting each other in this way.

In the days that followed, Ye Chunyang forgot everything and spent his days with Luo Qingcheng in this small cave.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, fifty years...

Time passed like a white horse, and eighty years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, Ye Chunyang woke up from his sleep and suddenly found that his hair was white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he couldn't even lift a muscle.

And Luo Qingcheng beside him turned into an old woman, lying quietly on the bed without moving.

Looking at himself in the mirror and looking at his Taoist partner who seemed to be dead, Ye Chunyang suddenly felt a strong panic. This fear was unprecedented, and it was a tremor of the passing of life.

While Ye Chunyang was trembling physically and mentally, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he was actually in a deserted mountain trail.

Ye Chunyang lowered his head to check himself, and at this time he had regained his youthful appearance.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the other side, and several shouts and scoldings came: "Ye Chunyang! It's the evening hour, and you haven't prepared dinner for the young lady yet. Do you want this commander to punish you with thirty strokes of the cane?"

Ye Chunyang was startled, and the voice was very familiar.

Looking back, it was Su Hu who came angrily with a whip, and behind him were those familiar tents.

"This is..."

Ye Chunyang was a little stunned.

The scene here was almost forgotten by him. It was exactly the way to Lingyun Sect after he left the Su family with Su Xueyuan.

It was where he started practicing Taoism.

"Su Xueyuan..."

Ye Chunyang muttered to himself, and looked at a tent involuntarily. There was a snow-white jade hand holding up the curtain, and then a graceful figure walked out.

She had a proud temperament, as delicate as a phoenix, and gave people an unpredictable mystery and depth.

Dust-covered memories came flooding back like a tide. When they looked at each other from a distance, Ye Chunyang suddenly felt as if ten thousand years had passed.

"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear what this commander said?"

The cold voice echoed again, Su Hu raised his whip and hit Ye Chunyang hard.

Ye Chunyang turned his head, his eyes flashed coldly, and his skills were silently activated.

But then he was shocked.

His body was empty, and he was powerless to raise his hands, and Su Hu's whip hit him right on the back, making a crisp "snap" sound, beating him to pieces.

"Where is my magic power!"

"This is impossible! I am a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! How can a mere mortal hurt me!"

Ye Chunyang was furious.

What surprised him even more was yet to come. After Su Hu's long whip fell, the surrounding scene changed again. This time, his spirit spoon was exposed, and countless masters followed him to kill him. Everyone wanted to take his life and seize the spirit spoon.

Panic, anger, powerlessness, despair... all kinds of negative emotions followed one after another. Ye Chunyang was lost in endless fear, and felt that his soul was being devoured.

"No! I can't die! How can I die when I haven't cultivated the great cause of immortality!"

A firm belief rose in Ye Chunyang's heart, and suddenly a chill rushed into his mind. He was refreshed, and countless dazzling lights flashed before his eyes. Then the picture twisted, and he appeared again above the swamp, surrounded by crystal-colored spiritual fruits.

It was Lingzhu fruit!

Back to reality, Ye Chunyang's eyes were still a little confused, but after confirming the surrounding situation, the confusion in his heart soon dissipated and turned into surprise.

"It turned out that I was hit by the psychedelic magic of the black snake."

Ye Chunyang recalled the scene that had just happened, and his heart suddenly felt clear.

However, the real experience in the illusion still left him with lingering fears. Whether it was the end of his life with his Taoist partner or the loss of magic power and returning to the mortal body, these experiences were his greatest fears.

I didn't expect the Black Nether Snake to have such ability.

"It seems that the six-horned demon dragon and others are also trapped in the illusion. With the cultivation level of several of us, the residual magical powers left by the Black Nether Snake after death are so difficult to deal with. If it is a Black Nether Snake, it will be even more troublesome."

Ye Chunyang practiced the skills to regulate his breath, and his state of mind quickly returned to normal. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he immediately guessed that the others might have the same experience as himself.

He looked at the Lingzhu fruit on the swamp, and his body jumped down.

Now that he has left the illusion, when will he take the spiritual fruit if he doesn't take it now?

Ye Chunyang smiled, and his big hand grasped the air, and a Lingzhu fruit was immediately taken into his hand. But just when he was about to take the fruit, he suddenly heard a light "hiss", and then the light was dimmed, and the Lingzhu fruit disappeared out of thin air.

"Fake?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows, his expression turned cold.

Just at this moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky, his face suddenly darkened.

A huge shadow was suspended in the air, winding and twisting, it turned out to be a huge snake that was too big to be estimated, staring at him coldly.

"Black Nether Snake?"

Ye Chunyang's eyelids twitched fiercely. This kind of appearance was probably nothing but the Black Nether Snake, but the shape of this snake was too amazing, and judging from its illusory appearance, it was probably just a residual shadow, not the real body.

Even so, facing this snake, Ye Chunyang still felt a suffocating oppression, but this feeling could not be imposed on him after he advanced to the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

A single residual shadow was so terrifying, and the real Black Nether Snake was probably even more unimaginable in terms of shape and cultivation.

Standing under this snake, Ye Chunyang did not move, his eyes slightly swept over the many Lingzhu fruits on the swamp below, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom of the ice valley.

It seems that his judgment was wrong. He probably hasn't walked out of the illusion yet, but has just recovered his consciousness.

After thinking it through, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Looking at the current situation, if he doesn't find a way to kill this black snake, he may never walk out of this illusion in his life.

Just as he was thinking this, a cold breath suddenly surrounded his whole body. Ye Chunyang immediately felt a chill coming from behind. He immediately activated the Great Thousand Sword Formation without thinking, and eighty-one flying swords rushed into the sky and stabbed the black snake fiercely.

The rumbling sound rose and fell in the void. With Ye Chunyang's current cultivation, the power of the sword formation was not only twice as strong as before, but also twice as strong as before. Even if the cultivators of the same level saw it, they would have to retreat.

But the next scene surprised Ye Chunyang!

The Black Nether Snake twisted its body, and its huge body flashed in the air, disappearing from sight, causing all eighty-one Blue Sky Mysterious Fire Swords to fall in vain. The next moment, the snake suddenly appeared behind Ye Chunyang, puffing out clouds and mist from its mouth, and countless sharp cold lights suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Ye Chunyang's body like a rainstorm.

Ye Chunyang was shocked!

Although the Black Nether Snake was only a residual image, its speed was far beyond his expectations. He immediately flashed his body and quickly activated the Shadowless Escape. After a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he immediately disappeared from the spot.

The attack of the Black Nether Snake also fell into the swamp mire, without any response.

This time, the Black Nether Snake was shocked, and a cold light flashed in its eyes. It scanned the surroundings, and after a moment, it seemed to have discovered something, and its eyes froze.

However, before it could launch another attack, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and a round-faced young man suddenly appeared with four black small tripods in his hands.

It was the clone Ye Xiaobao!

He raised his hand and threw it, muttering something in his mouth. The four black tripods immediately grew larger, and a large burst of purple-gold sparks spurted out from them, wrapping the body of the black snake and burning it wildly!

"Puff" several muffled sounds came out, and the black snake howled in pain. Half of its body was twisted and evaporated under the burning of the purple-gold holy fire, leaving only a snake body suspended in the air.

At the same time, Ye Chunyang's original body flashed out not far away, and eighty-one flying swords lingered around him, stabbing at the snake head without hesitation!

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"...

The low roar continued to come out, the snake head resisted violently, and a large amount of snake breath spewed out of its mouth, causing the swamp under it to roll violently, but Ye Chunyang's memory was so fast that he didn't give the snake any chance to resist. After the swords twisted, they suddenly gathered into a huge sword of a hundred feet and chopped it down. The snake turned into nothingness on the spot and evaporated.