Supreme Martial God - Chapter 508

The vast clouds are ethereal. On the top of a majestic mountain, there are vast temples, like a forest, spreading out from the field of vision.

Majestic pavilions, towering pagodas, cranes crowing and divine birds flying.

In the center of the dense and vast architectural community is a square with a radius of more than ten miles. The pure smoke curls around the huge square, giving people a solemn, sacred and mysterious feeling.

In the middle of the square, there are three giant statues with solemn FA phase. The statues are ancient and vicissitudes of life. Between the eyebrows and eyes, they reveal the majesty of the essence.

Whenever a disciple walks through the square, he will salute the three statues.

At this time, two figures stood in front of the three statues. One of them was in her twenties, with a beautiful face. She was dressed in a blue shirt and a bright blue sword behind her. The sword was glittering and had extraordinary aura.

The other was dressed in grey and plain, and looked like a servant. However, the disciples passing by the square were as respectful to him as they were to the three statues.

“Liu Xue, how’s the blue star sword skill I taught you? How many levels have you reached?”.

Ye Liuxue showed a trace of pride on her emerald cheeks and said respectfully, “elder Bu Er, I have reached the eighth weight, and I’m only a line away from the ninth weight. I believe I can make a breakthrough soon.”.

Chen Buer’s expression did not fluctuate. He still stood with his hands down and looked at the three statues quietly.

Ye Liuxue looked at Chen Buer’s slender and straight back, and suddenly felt a little strange in her heart.

The elder in front of him is actually a daughter. However, since ye Liuxue remembers, Chen Buer is dressed as a man.

She always thought that Chen Buer did this to show her attitude. In this life, she only practiced Shinto and had no intention of fate. All suitors refused to go thousands of miles.

After all, according to the predecessors of the previous generation, Chen Buer was a top beauty when he just started!

However, Chen Buer’s heart is tender and affectionate. For himself, he is almost treated as a daughter. Ye Liuxue can feel the tenderness in Chen Buer’s heart. In fact, this elder is not heartless.

If in the past, as long as ye Liuxue made a breakthrough in martial arts, he would feel sincerely happy and touch ye Liuxue’s hair to show encouragement.

But this time, he didn’t.

Not only is there no such warmth, but even ye Liuxue feels a very strange feeling from Chen Buer. He seems to be a dusty spirit sword, which is slowly opening after a long depression!

“Elder bu’er, what’s the matter with you?” ye Liuxue asked anxiously.

After a moment of silence, Chen Buer turned around and said with a gentle smile, “nothing. Just looking at this statue, I feel a little heavy.”.

Ye Liuxue looked up at the statue in front of her. The strong lines formed a flying and cold face, a very upturned nose, narrow eyes and sharp sword eyebrows. The statue was like a miraculous skill. The carving was lifelike and elated.

“Founder long Ao is very handsome.” ye Liuxue knows that the three statues are the founder of the jade immortal sect, and the one in front is the third founder, long Ao.

Chen Buer finally raised his hand, touched ye Liuxue’s hair and said, “Liuxue, your cultivation has been very high. Among all the core disciples of Yuxian sect, I believe you can also enter the top three. If one day I’m not with you, you can take care of yourself. I’m really glad.”.

“Elder Buer, where are you going?” ye Liuxue was surprised and looked at Chen Buer uneasily.

Chen Buer just smiled and looked up at the jade fairy hall at the other end of the square. There were hundreds of jade steps in front of the hall, climbing higher and higher, as if he were going to climb to the heaven.

“The leader called us to discuss important matters. Everyone should have arrived. Let’s go in.”.

The name of the crane comes from the depths of the sky. The clouds are surging. The jade immortal sect looks like a divine world. It is ethereal and contains a thick and dignified atmosphere.

Fengyun valley.

Looking at the empty ancient buildings, this place, which should have been guarded by the six-star sect gate, was abandoned!

There was a strong wind blowing over the valley, and the dense clouds and smoke overhead suddenly rolled up. When they looked up, they only felt that the atmosphere was myriad and full of gorgeous beauty of change.

“Lord Lin, this is the third empty sect door. It seems that the action of Youming sect has made them make other choices.”.

The other option is to join a stronger sect to fight against the Youming sect.

Lin Yue looked coldly at the scene in front of him and waved his arms. Liu Meng smiled and led dozens of disciples to light all the pavilions with torches.

“Lord Lin, why do you do this? On the contrary, it irritates these sects and makes them more determined to take refuge in those large sects.”.

“Boom!”.

The fire rose and spread around. The wind in Fengyun valley was strong and the wind helped the fire. Soon, the whole sect door almost became a sea of fire.

Lin Yue reflected a red light in his eyes, looked indifferent and said, “since they have made a decision, I’ll cut off the way for them and let them all concentrate. It’s good to save us the trouble of running around.”.

Some strong men around him frowned deeply and felt inexplicable fear of Lin Yue’s practice. He wanted to directly force those people to a dead end, and then carry out abnormal slaughter!

However, he is so confident that he can defeat those seven star sect gates, or even eight star sect gates!?

The next seven days, Lin Yue and a group of strong men rested in Fengyun valley.

He wants to wait, wait for the weak sects around to stand in line, and give them a choice, whether to surrender to Youming sect or join those powerful sects to protect themselves!

In these seven days, Lin Yue worked hard day and night, and the Youming sword code went further and reached a new level.

One sword breaks through the air. The spirit sword is invisible and hurts the enemy secretly!

Late at night, the sky over Fengyun Valley is still covered by flowing clouds. Only when the wind blows, the stars above the nine skies will be exposed.

Lin Yue woke up from his practice and looked up at the sky. He happened to see the vast sky behind the clouds and the bright stars turning, giving people a pure and clear feeling.

He raised his hand, pointed out, stood behind him, and the ink sword shot like a dragon, suspended in front of him,

The dark dark dark cyan light has an obscure smell, both mysterious and unreal.

As Lin Yue’s mind turned, a real yuan cyclone was aroused in his body. The cyclone turned endlessly and projected on the ink sword. The spirit sword immediately trembled. Gradually, the obscure breath became thicker and thicker, and the unreal feeling increased ten times and a hundred times!

The spirit flowers in the elixir field were dancing, and the original Yuan Ying also burst out divine knowledge. The true yuan was like a trickle emanating from the spirit flowers and quickly injected into the ink sword. Soon, the ink sword, which originally emitted a dark blue light, reached the peak of obscurity and mystery. After a slight tremor, it disappeared!

“Broken!”.

Lin Yue’s pupil shrank suddenly, his finger pointed to the sky, and there was a roar of thunder. In a moment, the wind and cloud flowing in the nine sky were suddenly separated!

On the hillside, a stone platform hundreds of feet out of the cliff snapped, broke into powder without warning, and rolled to the bottom of the valley.

This is not over yet. Above the stone platform, there is a thousand year old rattan. The ancient rattan has been infiltrated by the wind and cloud for many years. Its texture is tough. It is no less than the third grade spirit soldier. It is actually a special spirit plant in the wind and cloud valley.

The stone platform had just been cut to pieces. The next moment, the ancient vine suddenly crashed and trembled, as if it were haunted.

Then, the ancient rattan turned into a butterfly, falling from the hillside.