Chapter 89: Suppressed for five hundred years

"Who is your excellency?"

The guardian did not answer Ye Yun's words, but narrowed his eyelids, and in the depths of his eyes, an astonishing sword light suddenly burst out.

He is ready to attack.

The young man in white clothes in front of him gave him a very fearful feeling, which made him feel uneasy.

Only the sword can make him feel at ease.

Ye Yun looked at the masked guy in front of him, and said indifferently: "You don't deserve to know my name..."

"So arrogant!"

The inner anger of the guardian erupted like a volcano.

Perhaps he could no longer bear this unknown threat, and even smashed it down with a single sword.

This sword light seemed to be born from the vast galaxy, a sword fell, and the heavens shook.

"What a strong sword!"

"As expected of a great monk in the Destiny Realm, half of my foot has entered the realm of life and death!"

At this time, the countless monks on Wudao Square looked up at the sky, with incredible expressions on their faces.

This amazing sword light was suddenly set in mid-air.

"You are so courageous, you dare to do it to me!"

A cold voice suddenly resounded in the void.

Ye Yun looked at the sword light that was set in mid-air, with a slight sneer on his face.

If not after the deceased.

This guardian is now dead?

"How is this possible?"

The guardian saw that his sword light was held in the air and couldn't pierce it at all, and was almost frightened to death.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility that the strong man in front of him should at least be a strong man in life and death.

"call!"

Ye Yun took a breath.

This light breath fell on the bright and biting sword light, and the sword light suddenly turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.

"It's so funny, Liu Yiyi, your descendants would actually do something to me, you didn't expect it?"

Ye Yun carried his hands on his back and walked towards the guardian step by step.

"You... how do you know the name of our ancestor?"

The guardian suddenly heard the name Liu Yiyi, and his face suddenly changed.

The names of the ancestors are only known to the guardians from generation to generation.

In addition, no one in the world knows.

But the white-clothed young man in front of him knew the name of the ancestor.

How is this possible?

The guardian set off a stormy sea in his heart, watching the white-clothed young man walking step by step, he found that his body was actually imprisoned.

Not even a little finger can move.

"That's how the guardian of the tenth floor of the Destiny Realm lost?"

The many monks on the Enlightenment Square saw this place, one by one frightened to death.

Some people turn around and want to escape.

Ye Yun faintly glanced down, and everyone was immediately restrained by a mysterious force, as if they had been given a body fixation technique.

Everyone looked at the young man in white in the sky in shock.

It is impossible to imagine what a shocking level this person's cultivation has reached!

Ye Yun walked up to the guardian, raised his hand, and drew it on the guardian's face with a "pop".

The silver mask shattered suddenly, revealing an old face.

Now this old face, with an expression of horror, revealed indescribable despair in the depths of his eyes.

"who are you?"

The guardian said with difficulty.

"Ye Yun."

Ye Yun spit out two words gently.

"Ye Yun?"

The guardian frowned, chanting the name softly.

Suddenly, a light flashed across his mind.

His face suddenly became distorted, and he tremblingly said, "This... how is this possible? How can you still be alive?"

The tone of his last words changed.

Because of this name, it is also passed on from generation to generation among the Guardians.

Ye Yun and Liu Yiyi.

This is the creator of the two sword marks on the Sword King Stone.

So far, only guardians who have been passed down from generation to generation know the names of these two men.

"It seems that you remember..."

Ye Yun smiled calmly.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The ancestors have been dead for almost 100,000 years. How can you survive?"

The guardian had a nervous breakdown and muttered to himself frantically.

It was really hard for him to imagine that the white-clothed youth in front of him was the overlord of the eternal sect **** Longzong 100,000 years ago, and he was known as the number one master of the eternal realm on the Cangnan continent.

But how did you survive?

Not to mention the powerhouse of the eternal realm, even the legendary real **** realm powerhouse, can't live for 100,000 years!

"Nothing is impossible!"

Ye Yun smiled indifferently, and suddenly put his finger in the air a little bit.

In front of him, there appeared a beautiful woman in red.

"This is the ancestor..."

After the guardian saw the woman's face, his heart was shocked, his knees suddenly softened, and he wanted to kneel on the ground.

But he was imprisoned and couldn't lift a little finger.

Suddenly, Ye Yun withdrew his mana.

The image of that woman also disappeared.

When he painted this portrait, he had already isolated everything, and only he and the guardian could see all of it.

Maybe it's hurt by seeing things.

Ye Yun's expression suddenly became even more sad.

He took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, Ye Yun's expression became unwavering again, without a trace of turmoil. The ray of sadness just now disappeared.

Ye Yun signed in the space for one hundred thousand years, and a Taoist heart was already extremely strong.

He looked at the guardian and said lightly.

"You are forgiven for the death penalty, and the living sin cannot escape. You should be suppressed for five hundred years!"

After speaking, Ye Yun tapped gently.

The guardian in front of him suddenly turned into a stone statue.

Ye Yun photographed the stone statue towards that mysterious space. When the stone statue entered, all the disciples of the Sword King Palace also turned into stone statues at this moment.

Ye Yun gently touched his hand.

The entire mountain range immediately rumbling into the ground.

He wrote a word.

"seal!"

This big character was shining with sacred light, and when it fell to the ground, it disappeared completely.

Seeing this young man in white clothes like a deity, all the monks in the square of Enlightenment were so frightened that they were cold, like an ice cellar.

A cultivator at the tenth level of the Destiny Realm was easily suppressed in this way. One suppression lasted five hundred years.

This method of repression is magical, they have never heard of it.

"You people, all deserve to die..."

Ye Yun looked at the thousands of monks below indifferently.

In his eyes, these monks are insignificant like ants.

Falling down in one breath.

These thousands of monks were all turned into smoke and dissipated in their horrified expressions.

Including that Li Shaobai.

Also in Ye Yun's heart, such a monk is no different from the ant.

Under the true god, all are ants.

Ye Yun wouldn't be open because Li Shaobai and Lord Grim had a fate.

This Li Shaobai took advantage of Lord Grim, and he was not a good person.

However, for the guardian, Ye Yun still looked at it for the sake of his former confidante, and the Internet opened up and only suppressed it for 500 years.

...

Looking at that big mountain, it sank to the ground in a blink of an eye.

Luo Li and Lord Grim couldn't help but think of the 18-layer **** that suddenly emerged from the underground of the Sword God Sect of the Gu Yue Dynasty.

The two of them couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The old ancestors have always killed them all when they make their moves.

"Old ancestor, is the figure appearing on the Sword King stone really you?"

Lord Grim stammered and asked.

Ye Yun nodded, and suddenly disappeared into the void.

Lord Grim and Luo Li glanced at each other, both eyes were shocked beyond words.

But at the same time, the two people have another question in their hearts.

Who is that beautiful woman from the ancestor?