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It turned out that the Great Art Repository was a growth type Life Type God of Miyamoto. It was a trump card that he had spent decades to cultivate since the Great War.

The death of the Martial Arts Stash had also severely damaged his mental state, making him lose the ability to fight again.

With great difficulty, he managed to stop the blood that was continuously spewing out of his mouth. The heavily injured Miyamoto Michoaca had already completely lost all rationality, and hysterically shouted: "Go! All of you, attack! Kill them, kill them all for me! "

The crowd of Yin Yang Masters had been intimidated by Gong Ben's accumulated prestige for many years. Even though they were a bit anxious, they still didn't dare to disobey his orders and braced themselves to charge forward.

When they were still more than a hundred meters away from Yi Yan and the rest, the Spirit Masters had already released their own gods, and the Sword Spirits also pulled out their own weapons.

His aura surged like demons dancing chaotically in that moment.

Yi Yan did not make another move, and instead retreated behind the crowd with his hands behind his back. These young disciples could only mature after going through a baptism of blood.

Just then, Yi Yan's lightning-fast attacks had roused the fighting spirit of the disciples. Their morale, which had dropped to the bottom because of Hong Yu's defeat, had regained its vigor after Yi Yan's crushing victory over the Martial Arts Repository.

They believed that even if they met with danger, Yi Yan would immediately save them. Without any worries for their future, how could they be willing to let go of these scoundrels who killed their teachers and elders a hundred years ago?

The eyes of the disciples from the three sects were spewing fire as they rushed forward without any hesitation. Just like Yi Yan, Yu Tao, Zi Xu, and the others did not join the battle.

It was unknown if they, like Yi Yan, wanted to train their disciples, or if they valued their identities, or if they had both.

A journey of several hundred meters might seem like a long distance to mortals, but to these cultivators and yin yang masters, it couldn't become a problem at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two streams of people fiercely crashed into each other.

It was like a giant wave crashing against a reef, causing a few ripples in the air. However, the color of the waves was not pure snow-white, but a glaring crimson.

Amongst the many disciples, the person who was rushing to the front wasn't one of the elites at the peak of the late stage of the Aurous Core Stage, but the one with the weakest cultivation, Chen Ming.

Chen Ming's eyes were scarlet red, the flying swords in his hands were dancing frantically in the camp of the cultivators, constantly releasing Handprint Technique s, completely disregarding his own defense, as though he was fighting with his life on the line.

Before the other disciples participated in the battle, although they more or less felt a bit nervous, they were infected by Chen Ming and were not willing to lose face in front of others. As a result, they hid their cowardice deep within their hearts and rushed forward courageously.

Yi Yan had promised to take care of Chen Ming before he came to the Pirates' Kingdom, so his consciousness had been paying close attention to Chen Ming's every move and the situation around him.

Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but sigh. The idea of revenge had been held in Chen Ming's heart for exactly a hundred years, and had already reached the critical point of danger, which was why he was able to act so recklessly in battle.

These ninjas had been keeping a cautious eye on themselves for a long time, so they couldn't help but feel proud.

Because there were a lot of seniors in the three sects as well as Yi Yan, this mysterious expert, standing in front of them, the disciples from the three sects did not have any worries at all.

Using Chen Ming and a few of his outstanding disciples as his blades, he stabbed into the hearts of the enemies like a sharp blade, deeply piercing into the heart of the Volcano Empire's camp.

On the other hand, the cultivators of the Volcano Kingdom, as well as their biggest reliance and the most powerful Martial Grand Master, were cleanly taken care of. Even their leader, Domoto, was severely injured and had lost all of his fighting strength.

Not only were the enemies who were fighting to the death with him no weaker than their own side, there were also eight or nine even more powerful experts eyeing the outside of the battle like tigers stalking their prey.

While they were trapped, some of the more quick-witted Spirit Masters had already quietly retreated while controlling the godly battle. Facing the storm-like attacks from the disciples of the three sects, the Sword Spirit Masters who stood in front of them were too preoccupied to even realize that they had been abandoned and used as a tool to block the pursuit of the Divine State cultivators.

As for the ninjas hidden in the surroundings, they had been evacuated as soon as Miyamoto was seriously injured. They were sent to assist the operation of the Icemountain Shrine under the orders of the Octadic Snake. They didn't need to listen to Miyamoto's commands, and there was no reason for them to be involved in the operation for the sake of the Icemountain Shrine.

However, these ninjas were afraid of being discovered by the Divine State cultivators, so they didn't dare to blatantly run away. They only used ninja techniques and moved their bodies bit by bit.

Therefore, although their escape had already been going on for some time, the distance from the battlefield was not too far. It was merely a mile or so.

These ninjas had been keeping a cautious eye on themselves for a long time, so they couldn't help but feel proud.

Little did they know that from the moment they appeared, Yi Yan had never given up on following them with his spiritual consciousness, and was well aware of their movements.

Furthermore, the Ninja Arts was a technique that had only been developed from learning a little bit of the Divine State Cultivation Realm, how could it enter Yi Yan's eyes?

Not to mention escaping under his nose.

However, Yi Yan's attention was mostly focused on the battle, he had only used his consciousness to keep the Ninjas at a distance.

At this time, Yi Yan's spiritual sense was strong enough to cover a radius of a thousand miles. As long as he remembered their auras, they would definitely be able to escape from such a small place like the Volcano Country.

< p > "Despicable!"

Just as Yi Yan was unable to bear it any longer and was observing the concealment methods of the dozen ninjas, an angry shout pulled his attention back to the battlefield.

His Spiritual Sense instantly covered the entire area. It was a second generation disciple from the Three Immortal Island who was fighting against two Martial Saints while being ambushed by a Sword Spirit Master from behind. A foot-long wound appeared on his shoulder to his waist.

Before Yi Yan could make his move, he heard a loud shout by his ear: "Traitor dares you?!"

Changyun who was next to him had already jumped out and was rushing towards him.

Before he had even arrived, the flying sword in his hand had already drawn out a bright ray of light and flew away like a bolt of lightning.

The sword spirit master who had wounded the disciples of the Three Immortal Island was extremely pleased with herself. Just as she stepped forward to kill her opponent, a shocking beam of light suddenly shot out from her chest, piercing through the dantian and coming out from the back.

After the flying sword pierced through the Sword Spirit Master, it did not slow down at all and actually carried the Sword Spirit Master into the air, forcefully nailing her onto the ground dozens of meters away.

The Sword Spirit Master had maintained a ferocious and complacent expression even when his soul was on the verge of dissipating. However, when this expression appeared on a corpse's face, it seemed extremely horrifying.

The arcane master who was in the middle of besieging the Three Immortal Island disciple was also shocked by this scene. He suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared dumbstruck at his comrade's sinister and terrifying corpse. For a moment, his hands and feet felt cold and at a loss.

Having lost their arcane master's command, they were no longer as vicious as before. The two sharp claws waving in the air suddenly froze, standing still as two statues.

The Three Immortal Island disciple who was ambushed also reacted at this time. A vicious light flashed in his eyes. Ignoring the blood that gushed out from his back, he took advantage of the two arcane masters' shock to drop his hand and rush to the arcane master's front.

Without even releasing their flying swords, they slashed viciously at the two arcane masters' necks.

< p > "Puff"

Blood gushed out of the arcane master's neck like a fountain after his head was beheaded. The spurt was five to six feet high.

The combination of the fountain and the sculpture was set off by the foul smell of blood and the hideous image of the god.

After killing two arcane masters with a single slash, that disciple lost the support of his anger and couldn't hold on any longer. His body swayed on the verge of fainting on the ground, crushed into fine powder by the crowd of chaotic battles around him.

At this critical moment, Changyun rushed to the side of the disciple and dangerously grabbed him before he could fall to the ground. Then, he swung his sword and jumped up, escaping the battle.

In that short moment of flight, Changyun's hands did not stop moving. A healing pellet was stuffed into the disciple's mouth, and the right hand holding his back began to circulate the Genuine Elemental Energy to help him refine it.

A moment later, the disciple slowly woke up and opened his eyes to find himself in the arms of Changyun. He struggled to get up and greeted, "Qingyang thanks Martial Uncle for saving my life!"

When Chang Feng, who had been keeping a close eye on the two of them, saw that his direct disciple was unharmed, the huge boulder that hung in his heart also fell. However, he suddenly became furious and stood up, shouting, "Disciples, listen up! Don't hold back! Kill these pirates!

For a time, the three sects' disciples, who had killed to the point of being red-eyed, soared up once more. Their killing intent caused the bodies of the people from Yi Zheng's Divine Palace to fly into the air and turn into a bloody mess, a sight that was a sight to behold.

Yu Tao, Zi Xu and the rest were helping out in the chaos of battle, so even though the disciples of the three sects were injured, they did not lose their lives.

An hour later, the curtain of the intense battle slowly closed. Dust filled the air as the Yin-Yang Sect masters were slaughtered. Corpses littered the ground.

In the battlefield that was gradually calming down, a suppressed low cry entered Yi Yan's ears. Looking in the direction of the voice, Chen Ming who was covered with wounds knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply towards the west in the direction of the Kunlun Mountain Range. He muttered: "Eldest Brother, Chen Ming has avenged you! Rest in peace, spirit of heaven. "

Yu Tao and Zi Xu also saw this scene, and could not bear it anymore. Zi Xu stealthily turned around and wiped the tears flowing down his face.

Maybe because he had expended too much energy in the battle just now, after he vented out everything, he finally relaxed. Chen Ming's wails came to a sudden stop as he fell headfirst onto the ground, fainting and falling unconscious. Zi Xu anxiously rushed over.

After a careful examination, Zi Xu discovered that he was just mentally exhausted. Zi Xu heaved a sigh of relief, and arranged for the other disciples to take care of Chen Ming. Yi Yan, Yu Tao and Zi Xu went together to the only survivor of Yi Feng Divine Palace, Gongshen Duo Jia.

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