Chapter 2075: Continuation of the War

As Ye Chunyang stepped out, the air was boiling. At this moment, he no longer forbeared and released all his cultivation.

"It is indeed the late stage of returning to the void..."

Feeling Ye Chunyang's powerful aura, the Tianpeng clan leader was amazed.

When he was in the Tianpeng Holy Land, Ye Chunyang's cultivation was far from what it is today. Unexpectedly, after a short period of time, he has made such rapid progress.

The green lotus bloomed under Luo Qingcheng's feet, and she also stepped out. Her breath was cold, like a fairy in the sky, cold and beautiful.

"Luo'er, you retreat." Ye Chunyang looked back and said.

"Husband, I will fight side by side with you." Luo Qingcheng said.

Ye Chunyang shook his head, smiled, and said: "This is a matter between him and me, and I should settle it myself."

Luo Qingcheng wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Chunyang's eyes persisted, he hesitated for a while and finally nodded, restrained his breath and retreated.

Seeing this, everyone also stepped back a circle, leaving space for them.

"The thing I regret most is that I didn't get rid of you back then, and let you become my biggest worry." Mo Yao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body gradually became boiling, and the murderous aura filled the sky.

"Mo Yao, from the moment you chased me three hundred years ago, the ending today was destined. Today, we will settle everything together." Ye Chunyang said in a low voice and stepped forward.

"Boom!"

A majestic sword energy rushed into the sky, and eighty-one flying swords surrounded it, emitting dazzling golden lightning.

This battle not only settled the grievances of three hundred years, but also continued the battle of the demon god world in the past. Ye Chunyang did not hold back.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder!"

A surprised voice came from the crowd, and many people looked at Ye Chunyang's eighty-one flying swords with shock on their faces.

"It is said that the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder can only be born in the Thunder Cloud Pool in the Western Desert. It is a place that ordinary people cannot set foot on. He can refine the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder into the flying sword. It seems that he has been to the Thunder Cloud Pool."

"The material of this sword is also extraordinary. If I am not mistaken, it should be Tiancheng Thunder Wood. This wood is almost extinct. How could he have it?"

"..."

Everyone took a breath of cold air. Tiancheng Thunder Wood is already an extremely rare existence. It is even more integrated with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, which is known as the best attack in the ages. Such strength cannot but shock people.

Looking at these eighty-one flying swords, Mo Yao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

When his clone descended to the world, he had a fight with Ye Chunyang. At that time, Ye Chunyang's flying sword was far less powerful than it is today. Unexpectedly, after coming to the spirit world, he actually improved in all aspects.

Thinking of this, Mo Yao's killing intent in his heart became stronger. He raised his hand and grabbed it. The surrounding spiritual energy rolled like a tide and turned into a dragon and poured into his palm.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

The Lord of the Netherworld walked up to Mo Yao and said, "Since Master Mo Yao wants to fight this man, how about I give you a chance?"

"What do you mean by that, Master?" Mo Yao frowned.

Ye Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly, temporarily retracted his magic power, and looked at the other party calmly.

The Lord of the Netherworld smiled faintly, looked at the thirteen statues in front of him, and then formed seals with his hands, and a spell was cast through the air.

"Buzz."

Suddenly, as if a mysterious power was awakened, the thirteen statues made a buzzing sound and kept vibrating. The eyes in each statue flashed with strange light, shooting out like a sharp sword.

The next moment, the light gathered in the void, and the Lord of the Netherworld then activated the spell, and the mysterious power was like a tide, pouring towards Mo Yao.

With a "boom", the true energy in Mo Yao's body burst out, surging like a flood, and his breath became several times stronger than before, and there was a mysterious will flowing faintly.

"The Mahayana will has been drawn out!" Hua Dongsheng exclaimed: "How is this possible?"

Just now, Ye Chunyang was able to comprehend the Mahayana true meaning, which surprised him very much. Now, the Nether Lord is even more domineering. He directly drew out the Mahayana true meaning and transplanted it to Mo Yao.

If Ye Chunyang can comprehend the Mahayana true meaning because of his extremely high talent, then the Nether Lord is simply unpredictable.

"It turns out that these statues contain the Mahayana true meaning. No wonder they can cause strange phenomena."

"If you can comprehend the Mahayana true meaning, it is almost equivalent to having the potential to ascend to immortality. How can the Nether Lord control it?"

"..."

Everyone felt incredible.

Looking at this scene, Ye Chunyang was also surprised.

He had just comprehended the Mahayana true meaning and knew the power of this will. Now that it has been transplanted to Mo Yao, his strength will definitely increase dramatically.

The Nether Lord wants to kill him with Mo Yao's hand.

"Haha, thank you for the gift, Lord." Mo Yao clenched his fists, feeling the surging mana and strong will in his body, and his face showed arrogance.

"Ye Chunyang, this time you will not be as lucky as three hundred years ago, today is your death day!"

Mo Yao laughed wildly, suddenly jumped up, and a strong storm of will flowed around his body.

With the Mahayana will, his strength at this time can no longer be measured by the late stage of returning to the void. With this strength, he can completely crush the same level.

Ye Chunyang frowned slightly and also flew out with the divine rainbow.

He would not give Mo Yao any chance, and he would end it all today.

The clone flashed behind him, holding the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus in the air, and the dazzling Buddha light was wrapped with mysterious Sanskrit, making a buzzing sound in the void.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

Golden light shone everywhere, piercing through space, and the dazzling golden lotus instantly reached Mo Yao, but then surprisingly, Mo Yao just raised his hand lightly, and a terrifying storm of will swept out, and the golden light instantly dissipated.

"Your clone can cultivate to the same level as the real body, which is quite unique, but unfortunately, today both your clone and the original body will perish together."

Mo Yao sneered, and saw his palm grabbing through the air, and shouted: "True Spirit Sword!"

Within a radius of 100 feet, the spiritual energy rolled back, and a long sword appeared in Mo Yao's hand. The sword body was colorful and dazzling, and it exuded an extremely cold breath.

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Yao raised his hand and pointed in the air, and the True Spirit Sword burst out with brilliant light, and drew a sword light like the sun in the void, reaching Ye Xiaobao.

"Bang bang bang..."

The surging sword energy pressure filled the air, and the air around Ye Xiaobao exploded, and the protective magic shield was also shattered by a slash.

Seeing this scene, everyone secretly felt sorry.

Ye Chunyang's clone looked extremely extraordinary, and he even had a magical treasure in his hand. Unfortunately, Mo Yao's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. Under this sword, the clone was almost impossible to survive.

But then an amazing scene appeared!

Just as Mo Yao's sword light slashed down, Ye Chunyang's internal skills were mobilized, and Ye Xiaobao suddenly disappeared without a trace, without any breath. The true spirit sword that slashed across the sky lost its target in an instant.

Everyone was shocked!

No one saw what happened just now. Ye Chunyang's clone just disappeared like this, without showing any trace at all.

Gu Qian and Luo Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and they naturally knew what was going on.

Ye Chunyang and his clone could merge, and it was more difficult for Mo Yao to kill his clone than to kill him.

Everyone was watching the battle, and no one spoke.

This battle was the peak battle of the younger generation. The two young masters in the late stage of returning to the void were destined enemies. After this battle, only one of them would survive.

"What a good way to hide your body, but do you think you can be safe with this?"

Mo Yao's sword missed, and there was a bit of surprise on his face, but he soon sneered.

He raised his hand and the True Spirit Sword flew back to his hand, and then shook the sword again, and the dazzling sword light enveloped the void like the scorching sun.

Mo Yao was the first genius of Lingxiao Realm and the leader of the younger generation of the Human Emperor Realm. His strength was naturally not weak, but what no one knew was that his life magic weapon was also a flying sword.

This True Spirit Sword contained a trace of True Spirit Qi, which had been cultivated since he practiced Taoism, and had long been integrated with him, but it was rarely shown in front of people because there was no need.

Among the younger generation of the Human Emperor Realm, Mo Yao was already invincible, and no one was qualified to let him draw his sword.

Ye Chunyang looked at the sword wheel like the scorching sun in the sky, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, and disappeared from the spot in a flash. Then, there were bursts of thunder and the sky was full of golden thunder. Sharp thunder swords rushed towards the sword wheel like a rain curtain.

Use sword to fight sword!

In terms of sword skills, Ye Chunyang has reached the pinnacle. The eighty-one swords of death all contain his life force. The power of each sword is comparable to the Tongtian Lingbao. He has no fear of Mo Yao's true spirit sword.

The crisp sound of "ding ding dang dang" was heard, and golden thunder flashed in the sky. The colorful sword energy turned into a storm and swirled, destroying everything in the hall. The void was cut into dark gaps.

Many people's expressions changed. Such a terrible impact was almost no longer under the battle of the fusion period cultivators. They hurriedly sacrificed their protective magic weapons, but most people could not resist and were directly repelled by the sword energy.

A loud bang was heard, and two figures retreated at the same time. Ye Chunyang was surrounded by swords, while Mo Yao was holding the True Spirit Sword. The aura of both of them reached the peak.

"Mr. Mo Yao, the Mahayana will can improve your magic power, why not use it?" The Lord of the Netherworld said faintly.

Mo Yao sneered when he heard this. He sacrificed the sword with both hands, drew a bright sword light in front of him, and poured all his magic power into it.

A mysterious resonance came from his True Spirit Sword, and the thirteen statues seemed to be given life and vibrated one after another. The terrible storm of will enveloped Ye Chunyang.

"Be careful!"

Luo Qingcheng couldn't help but remind.

The Mahayana will is an irresistible existence for the Return to Void cultivators. Mo Yao was blessed by the will of the thirteen statues, and his strength was far superior to that of the general Return to Void late cultivators.

"Ye Chunyang, you will fall here no matter what today!"

Mo Yao shouted, and the True Spirit Sword slashed down in the air.

This brilliant sword, with unparalleled sharpness, shattered the space.

Ye Chunyang looked at the sword mark coming, but he was not panicked at all.

The spiritual light on his body burst out, and his clone appeared again, offering the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus to meet the sword light, while his original body was shocked and turned into a real phoenix and flew into the air.

It turned out that he used the magical power of the Nine Transformations of the True Spirit!