Chapter 1356 The Supreme Elder is also killed

“Buzz!”

The ultimate immortal sound echoed.

Yun Shaoling had just recovered from his shock when he suddenly saw a golden light meditating in front of him, and then a supreme majesty enveloped him, causing him to sit down again as he stood up and was about to escape.

“What is that?”

Yun Shaoling’s eyes were filled with horror.

Ye Chunyang pointed down, and a golden shadow appeared above his head.

The shadow was majestic, stepping on the golden cloud, looking down in all directions, and was not afraid of the sunset arrows that were attacking.

“Is this… the soul?”

“You, who are you?”

Master Hanfeng’s face changed wildly.

Zhao Motong, who was standing by, was even more horrified, looking at the shadow that flew out of Ye Chunyang’s body as if he had seen a ghost.

“Only Jindan cultivators can have their souls leave their bodies, how can you… be possible?”

Master Hanfeng couldn’t believe what he saw.

Jindan cultivators are already the strongest in the Northern Territory. Those who have reached this realm are all old monsters. Ye Chunyang is too young and doesn't look like a cultivator of this realm.

Moreover, there are only a few Jindan cultivators in the Northern Territory. Although Hanfeng Zhenren has been in seclusion for many years, he has heard of those people and has never seen a young Jindan cultivator like Ye Chunyang.

"No wonder he dared to come here to provoke, it turns out that he has such strength!"

Hanfeng Zhenren suddenly felt a little regretful.

Although he is only one step away from the Jindan realm, this step seems not far, but it always makes him difficult to cross, and his mana and true essence are far inferior to those of real Jindan cultivators.

Now Ye Chunyang's mind is out of his body, how can he not be shocked?

However, Hanfeng Zhenren quickly calmed down.

"Even if your soul is out of your body, what does it matter? This sunset arrow is enough to make Jindan cultivators hate!"

Looking at the sunset arrow that shot towards Ye Chunyang at the speed of light, Hanfeng Zhenren regained a little confidence.

This third sunset arrow has the power to kill gods and destroy Buddhas. Ye Chunyang's soul left his body, which only means that he is a Jindan cultivator, but this does not mean anything. The soul that has left the body is just a lonely ghost. Under this arrow, even if his soul escapes by chance, his body will surely fall.

When he takes over another body and is reborn, his cultivation will surely decrease sharply, and then Master Hanfeng can easily kill him.

But soon Master Hanfeng found out that he was wrong.

Ye Chunyang's soul stood proudly in the air, looking at the sunset arrow, with a faint sarcasm flashing in his eyes, and then he opened his mouth lightly.

"Zha!"

A roar that seemed to come from ancient times came out.

Suddenly, a majestic divine thought swept across the eight directions and ten poles like a storm. The golden light on Ye Chunyang's soul was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes. Chen Yu, Senior Brother Sun and several other Qi Refining disciples were terrified and ran away in panic.

But he could not walk a few steps, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound in his head, and his mind was turbulent, and he immediately fell over.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

This wave of divine thought sound waves was like a raging sea, layer upon layer, surging endlessly, like a huge bell facing the flying sunset arrow.

It was the Soul-Shocking Curse!

The sunset arrow, which seemed to be sharp and could wipe out everything, suddenly stopped in place under the shock of the sound wave, and then, in the unbelievable eyes of Master Hanfeng, it "banged" and turned into broken light and dissipated.

"Soul Art!"

"You are a soul cultivator!"

Master Hanfeng's pupils widened.

The magical power displayed by Ye Chunyang is not something that ordinary cultivators can possess, and it is clearly something that soul cultivators can possess.

An ordinary soul cultivator is not scary, but a soul cultivator who can perform soul art with his soul out of his body is scary!

This step can only be achieved when the soul has been cultivated to the out-of-body stage.

"A soul cultivator in the out-of-body stage?"

"This, this is impossible!"

Cold Wind Immortal's body kept shaking. This third sunset arrow was the strongest weapon in the Cold Wind Cave Heaven. With his cultivation, even a Jindan cultivator could be forced to retreat.

Ye Chunyang could easily resolve it.

How much strength does this require?

"Good fellow, I didn't expect that you, Daoist Ye, are actually a soul cultivator! This king really misjudged me!"

The shocked voice of King Nanxuan came from his mind.

But after saying this, he suddenly fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Chunyang did not answer King Nanxuan, his soul stood still, like an ancient immortal, looking down at the world, looking at Cold Wind Immortal indifferently.

Cold Wind Immortal opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something.

Without any sign, Ye Chunyang roared again, and the sound waves of his divine thoughts spread.

Before Cold Wind Immortal could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, heard a low humming, and then stood still, motionless.

"Grand Elder?"

Zhao Motong's face turned pale.

In his eyes, Master Hanfeng's eyes were hollow, his face gradually turned pale, and he had died.

"Grand Elder, dead?"

With a "thump", Zhao Motong's body softened, and he knelt in front of Ye Chunyang, knocking his forehead to the ground, trembling.

Master Hanfeng was a great cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and was only one step away from the Core Formation Realm. He fired the third Sunset Arrow with all his strength. All these reputations and strengths showed his identity as the first cultivator of Yan Country.

Such a great man was actually killed by Ye Chunyang's roar.

Zhao Motong couldn't imagine who else could be his opponent?

"Senior, spare my life!"

Zhao Motong trembled violently.

"Spare my life?"

"Just now when you vowed to shoot two arrows in a row and wanted to take my life, did you think of asking for mercy?" Ye Chunyang's soul shook, flew back into his body, and looked down at Zhao Motong, as if looking at an insignificant grain of sand on the ground.

Zhao Motong looked horrified, and he knelt on the ground repeatedly, knocking his head loudly: "I am blind and have offended the senior. Please forgive me. I will lead my disciples to evacuate this place immediately and never set foot here again!"

"Oh? Really?"

Ye Chunyang stared at Zhao Motong for a while, with a half-smile on his face.

"But I still think it's better to clean up this mountain range and kill you directly."

Ye Chunyang's smile gradually cooled.

Zhao Motong's eyes were about to burst, and he flew away without thinking.

Just now he begged for mercy just to get a glimmer of life, but he didn't expect that this killing god had no intention of letting him go. Zhao Motong had no choice but to run!

However, after flying for only a few steps, Zhao Motong felt as if some strange power jumped into his mind, and then his expression froze, and he suddenly fell to the ground, with great fear in his eyes.

The leader of this faction fell.

At the moment of death, Zhao Motong couldn't figure out how he died.

Ye Chunyang was clearly standing there without moving, but he could kill people with his divine thoughts alone.

The scene was dead silent, with only the Daoji Realm and Qi Refining Stage disciples shivering in the corner, and the mountain gate that was devastated like a typhoon.

Yun Shaoling sat there blankly, staring at the bodies of Zhao Motong and the elders of Hanfeng Dongtian with wide eyes, and then looked at the back of Ye Chunyang standing with his hands behind his back, with awe in his heart.

Recalling the encounter in the town, Yun Shaoling saw that Ye Chunyang was just an ordinary person at first, without any aura of a high-level cultivator, even worse than him, a young man from a scholarly family, just an ordinary young man who couldn't be more ordinary.

Who would have thought that this seemingly inconspicuous young man had the ability to reach the sky, and in less than half an hour, from several ordinary elders to the master of Hanfeng Dongtian, they all fell in his hands one by one.

Even the last-appearing Grand Elder was easily killed by him.

What kind of cultivation and magical power is this?

Yun Shaoling had longed for immortality since he was young, and had made friends with several immortals. However, he had only seen those at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining. When had he ever seen such a powerful and powerful technique as Ye Chunyang, who could control the soul?

"It turns out that the world of immortality is not just about seeking immortality and asking for the way..."

Yun Shaoling suddenly had a deep feeling.

In the world of immortality he imagined, everyone yearned for immortality, and cultivated immortality only for longevity, but what he saw today overturned his cognition.

The world of immortality is not a peaceful place at all, but a place where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and only the strong can survive.

Yun Shaoling nodded silently, his eyes faintly showing determination.

"All disciples of Hanfeng Dongtian, please leave the mountain gate quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel!"

Ye Chunyang looked around, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

His purpose was to find the Soul Lake to cultivate the soul. If Hanfeng Dongtian evacuated this place early, he could practice with peace of mind, and there was no need to make a big fuss.

However, Ye Chunyang has been practicing and ascending from an unknown mortal in the human world. He has never been a hesitant person. He will destroy anyone who stands in his way.

The disciples of Hanfeng Dongtian were terrified. How could they dare to disobey him? They immediately fled after Ye Chunyang said that.

In a blink of an eye, the huge Hanfeng Dongtian was empty.

But there was still a figure sitting at the bottom of the steps.

Yun Shaoling sat there blankly, with a complicated expression and no words.

Ye Chunyang turned around, looked at him, said nothing, and walked straight to the gate of Hanfeng Dongtian.

"Brother Ye!"

Yun Shaoling suddenly stood up.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Chunyang paused, but did not turn back.

"Can I practice immortality with you?" Yun Shaoling asked with a firm look and clenched hands.

"Practice immortality with me?"

Ye Chunyang shook his head, "Go, if we are destined to meet again in the future."

After that, his figure flashed and disappeared in the gate of Hanfeng Dongtian.

Yun Shaoling looked stunned.

He stared straight at the place where Ye Chunyang disappeared. After an unknown amount of time, he picked up the square bamboo basket again, put on the oil-paper fan, and slowly walked down the mountain.

There was nothing else in the bamboo basket, only a few books on cultivating immortals, which Yun Shaoling had loved to read since childhood. Although there was no knowledge of cultivating immortals, it made him diligent. He had no chance to become a disciple this time, but he firmly believed that one day he would be able to embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

At this time, Ye Chunyang, after passing through several halls, came to a towering peak in the back mountain of Hanfeng Dongtian.

"From the breath drawn by the dragon vein formation before, the power of divine thoughts contained in it came from here. If this king is not wrong, the soul lake should be in this mountain."

"But the soul lake at that time could be easily found. I don't know why it became a mountain. It seems that the cultivation world has indeed changed a lot during this tens of thousands of years that this king has been asleep."

King Nanxuan emerged from Ye Chunyang's sleeve and muttered to himself while looking at the mountain in front of him.

Now he finally understood why Ye Chunyang attached so much importance to finding the Soul Lake. As a soul cultivator, this place that nourishes the soul is of great benefit to him.

Nan Xuan Wang thought that Ye Chunyang only had some means to restrain him, but he never saw through him, and didn't know how many cards he had hidden.

"Whether the Soul Lake is here, we can find out by splitting the mountain."

Ye Chunyang said lightly.

"Split this mountain?"

Nan Xuan Wang was shocked.

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chunyang raised his hand and pointed, and eighty-one swords of death were sacrificed.