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The Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation was one of the highest level sword formations in the entire Unparalleled Sword Sect. It required the combined efforts of 108 Martial Kings in order to display its true might.

Those trapped within the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation would not only be physically harmed by countless sword beams, but their spirit and soul would also suffer the pain of being torn apart by the sword beams. In the end, their body would explode and they would die.

However, the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor's comprehension of the way of the sword had already reached the peak of perfection. The Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation that required the combined might of 108 Martial Kings could be executed with just a thought.

Even so, Ye Xuan looked extremely miserable at this moment. His hands and feet were lacerated by the sword qi, causing eye-catching wounds. Fresh, red blood constantly dripped out ….

And these injuries were only on Ye Xuan's current appearance. The most serious injury was still his soul.

These sword Qis could not only harm his physical body, but his soul as well. The moment the sword Qis passed through his body, it was as if his soul was being torn apart by a knife. Even his resolute personality could not help but let out miserable cries under the tearing pain.

"Ding ding ding …"

Standing inside the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation, Ye Xuan endured the intense pain coming from his body as he waved the dragon blade in his hand in defense and attack. However, the sword aura never seemed to exhaust itself, and every time he shattered a portion of the sword qi, more and more sword qi would attack him …

If he allowed the current situation to continue like this, Ye Xuan would surely die from exhaustion, causing his expression to become extremely cold.

While defending against the sword aura attack, he activated the Yin Yang Eyes of Fire and Ice to check the flaws of the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation, but he did not discover anything.

If he wanted to break through the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation, he would have to use a powerful martial skill to do so.

Unfortunately, even if Ye Xuan were to use the fusion skill twice, it still wouldn't have any effect, causing his expression to turn gloomy.

In the end, this fellow simply did not think about how to break through the Ten Thousand Calamity Sword Formation's attack. Instead, he thought about how to continue wasting time within the Ten Thousand Calamity Sword Formation.

In the end, this fellow simply treated the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation in front of him as a trial, and actually used the dense sword Qis to cultivate.

A Supreme Force surged from Ye Xuan's body. He no longer dodged the sword aura attack but sat cross-legged in the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation. Both of his hands formed a seal and activated the Devil Lord's Dharma Idol, causing his body to be enveloped by the Devil Lord's Dharma Idol.

Although the Devil Lord's Dharma Idol possessed an extremely strong defensive ability, it still wasn't able to block the attacks of the sword Qis. After piercing through the Demon Lord's Dharma Idol, they continued to attack Ye Xuan without slowing down in the slightest.

However, with the Demon Lord's Appearance Mantra blocking them, the force of the sword qi was weakened, causing the pain and destruction that they caused when they descended on Ye Xuan's body to be within the range of his physical body and soul. This allowed Ye Xuan to directly use the sword qi to temper his body and soul.

Now, he had already cultivated the Yin Yang Tyrant Body Technique to the fourth stage, Dragon Transformation.

However, the cultivation of this realm was mainly to perfectly integrate the body and the soul, and also to sublimate and transform in the process, obtaining strength and ability that exceeded the limits of humans.

And this power and ability was called the power of a dragon. That was why this realm was also known as the Dragonize Realm!

Once he obtained the dragon's power and grasped the dragon's power, Ye Xuan would possess a portion of the dragon's power. Not only can he create dragon scales on the surface to increase his attack or defense, he'll also possess the ability to fly through the sky, earth, thunder, and tyrant body.

However, Ye Xuan's ability to materialize dragon scales to increase attack and defense was already pretty good. If he wanted to obtain other abilities, he would need to continue cultivating and studying …

The Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation was able to cause damage to Ye Xuan's body as well as damage to his soul. For Ye Xuan, who cultivated the fourth level of the Yin Yang Tyrant Body Technique, it was undoubtedly an excellent place to cultivate.

This was a rare opportunity, so Ye Xuan didn't think about anything else and focused on using the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation to cultivate.

Using this Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation, Ye Xuan might even be able to cultivate a rarely seen Dragon clan tyrant body!

Despite the excruciating pain from the Sword Qi entering his body, he still felt great relief from the increase in his strength.

In the end, his anguished screams gradually turned into roars of pleasure.

However, regardless of whether it was his screams of pain or his shouts of enjoyment, when it fell on the ears of the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor, it was filled with miserable wails.

The Unparalleled Sword Ancestor's expression was ice-cold as he stood outside the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation. When he heard Ye Xuan's roar from inside, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Without even looking, he could imagine the scene of Ye Xuan's body being torn apart by the sword energy and screaming in pain within the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation.

However, this little brat had persisted for a very long time, he still had the strength to shout after so long.

Thereafter, the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor paid no more attention to Ye Xuan within the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation. He turned around and his gaze fell upon Fang Wujie, who was battling against Swordless. His brows were furrowed.

He had not expected Fang Wujie to be able to last so long in the hands of Swordless.

One had to know that Swordless was a One Star Martial King, and Fang Wujie was merely a Martial King at the Void Star Realm.

It was truly not easy for this kid to cross a great realm to last so long in the hands of Swordless, even though he was only dodging and defending.

Immediately, the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor started to carefully examine Fang Wugou, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint, as he muttered to himself: "Myriad Godly Steps, Stealing the Heaven and Earth? This guy is the disciple of the Thief Sage? "

Stealing Sage, the founder of the Thief Sect, was rumored to be a being from the same era as Tyrant Lan Feng and was also his brother. Stealing wealth and helping the poor, walking in the world, the supreme existence that was elusive — no one knew his name, but his name was known by everyone.

There was a rumor circulating in the martial arts world of China that the Thief Saint had a hundred wives, and the reason why he was the Thief Saint was because he could not stand being pestered by his hundred wives, so he escaped and became a Thief Saint.

Now, seeing Fang Wujie execute the signature Martial Technique of the Saint Thief, the ten thousand miles long Divine Steps, and the Underhand of the Underhand Shifting Hand, how could this ancestor not be shocked and shocked.

Although he had never seen the famous Saint Thief, he knew how powerful he was and was unwilling to be enemies with him.

Immediately, the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor's gaze turned cold. A cold glint flashed across his eyes, and he flicked his finger.

An invisible sword Qi shot out from his fingertip and turned into a stream of light, hitting Fang Wujie without any warning. It pierced through his left shoulder and sent him flying.

Seeing this, Swordless was about to launch an attack at Fang Wujie, but he was stopped by the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor.

"Shua!"

Fang Wuju had to retreat for a long distance before he managed to stabilize himself. He extended a hand to cover the wound on his left shoulder, then lifted his head to look at the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor.

Just as Fang Wuju was about to launch an attack on the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor, he spoke with a deep voice: "Myriad God Steps, Underhand of the Underhand. Kid, are you the disciple of the Saint Thief?"

"Since you know that old man's name, why aren't you quickly leaving and obediently letting Brother Xuan go?"

Hearing Ye Xuan's screams from within the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation, Fang Wujie clenched his fists until they cracked, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Brat, for the sake of the Thief Sage, I will not make things difficult for you, I will let you off today. As for that little bastard Ye Xuan, you can forget about him. He injured so many disciples of my Unparalleled Sword Sect.

The Unparalleled Sword Ancestor calmly stared at Fang Wujie, as cold words came out of his mouth.

"And if I insist you let him go?" Fang Wujie clenched his fists until they creaked, as he spoke with a resolute expression.

"Then I'll have to kill you too!"

The Unmatched Sword Ancestor said expressionlessly.

"Aren't you afraid of that old man in my house?" Fang Wujie said with an unwilling expression.

"Even if he comes! Today, that little bastard Ye Xuan must die! "

Unparalleled Sword Ancestor said coldly: "If you do not wish to die, then scram!"

"F * ck!"

Fang Wujie cursed angrily as he moved his feet and threw an iron fist at the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor.

"Shua!"

Unfortunately, his cultivation level was too far away from the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor's, and was easily blocked: "Since you want to die with him so much, then I will grant you your wish!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor finished speaking, his withered palm shot out like lightning and imprinted itself onto Fang Wujie's chest. At the same time, he grabbed onto Fang Wujie's chest and exerted his strength.

"Puchi …"

Fang Wujie spat out a large amount of black blood, which flew out like a cannonball onto the ice far away. He was severely injured, and it was difficult for him to get back up.

"Old thing... "Cough cough …"

Fang Wujie struggled to get up from the ground. However, just as he stood up, his feet made a cut and he fell back onto the ice.

"The reason why I let you live is because I want you to see that brat die with your own eyes. I want you to have the heart to save him!"

Looking at the miserable Fang Wuju, the Unparalleled Sword Ancestor coldly said: "Now that the kid in the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation has stopped screaming, and there are no sounds of struggle coming from inside, I believe that the kid has already been torn to shreds by the countless sword qi and died!"

"Now, I'll let you see his miserable state with your own eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, causing a formless astral aura to spread out and the gigantic Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation to gradually dissipate …

As the Myriad Tribulations Sword Formation dispersed, Ye Xuan, who was originally cultivating cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

As Ye Xuan opened his eyes, golden dragon scales appeared on his right arm. A majestic aura spread out from his body without restraint, surrounding him with a formless gale.

At the same time, Ye Xuan's ice-cold voice quietly sounded out.

"Old thing, thank you for helping me cultivate the dragon clan's tyrant body!"