"Didn't the Mountain God secretly collude with the Saint King to betray us and kill you, our benefactor?" Bai Xian'er was surprised and asked: "Why did you suddenly..." Ye Qing smiled slightly, and waved his hand slowly, allowing the mountain god to jump back onto his shoulder. "Miss Xian'er, my vision has always been very accurate." Ye Qing smiled faintly and said, "Since I have determined that the Mountain God is our comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with us, it means that he must be a brother worthy of my trust in life and death." "But even so, sometimes I have to put on a show for my brothers and endure humiliation." "Mountain God, thank you for your hard work." The mountain god forced a smile and said weakly, "Brother, my hard work is nothing." "As long as I can kill the Holy King, I will do it even if it costs me my life!" Bai Xian'er suddenly realized and said in surprise, "I understand!"
"The mountain god pretended to surrender to the Holy King and lured us into the trap!" "And you, my benefactor, took advantage of the situation and used a sword clone to replace your real body, pretending to be killed by the Saint King." "Wait until the Saint King lets down his guard, then launch a surprise attack and kill him in one fell swoop!" "bingo." Ye Qing grinned and said, "After all, the Saint King's strength is one level stronger than the four guardians." "If we don't win with a surprise move, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome." Bai Xian'er was surprised and delighted at once, and then said with some resentment, "You two are really something. You made such a thorough and detailed plan behind my back, but you didn't even tell me at all, which made me so sad just now." "My benefactor, could it be that the mountain god is your comrade-in-arms who fought alongside you, and I am not?" "Miss Xian'er, why are you still jealous?" Ye Qing couldn't help laughing and said, "I didn't tell you because I was worried that you might accidentally reveal the truth." "After all, the entire Ancient Forbidden Land is under the surveillance of the Saint King. If we are not careful at all, he will discover our plan." "If we are discovered, won't our surprise attack be ruined?" Bai Xian'er snorted and said proudly, "Forget it, since your plan was so successful, I won't bother with you anymore." "Next time you have such a plan, be sure to tell me, otherwise I will really be angry!" As the three were talking and laughing, a sharp roar suddenly came from the smoke in front of them. "How dare you betray me!" The next second, the smoke was directly dispersed. The Holy King emerged from the smoke, holding a folding fan in his hand. He was filled with murderous aura and walked towards Ye Qing and the other two step by step. Ye Qing's face suddenly became solemn. He tightly grasped the fairy sword Jingyun in his hand and prepared for battle.
This surprise attack just now did cause considerable injuries to the Holy King. But, it was obviously not enough to defeat him completely. At this moment, a hideous blood hole was blown into the Holy King's chest, and black smoke floated out. He walked towards Ye Qing step by step with a dark face, his eyes emitting cold murderous intent, which made people shudder. "Ye Qing, I never thought that a boy like you would have such means." "Even the creatures I created are willing to help you deal with me." "It seems that today, I must take your life to ensure my position as the master of the Ancient Forbidden Land." "That's natural." Ye Qing smiled faintly and said, "If you can kill us, you can naturally continue to sit firmly on the throne of the overlord of the Ancient Forbidden Land." "But, if you are not our opponent." "Then this ancient forbidden land will no longer exist from now on." "Oh, good!" The Saint King suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, waved it casually, and shouted sternly, "Heavenly Evil Soul Destroy, Drive Away!" Thick black fog roared into the air and condensed into an inky black vortex. The black fog emitted a terrifying suction force, as if it stretched out invisible giant hands and grabbed Ye Qing, Bai Xian'er and others into the air. Being under the influence of suction, Ye Qing couldn't help but look solemn. This Holy King, like the four guardians, is essentially weird. At this moment, his attack was naturally dominated by evil spirit. However, the power of the Holy King seems to be completely different from the three strange races in the world today: the Bone Burial Clan, the Soul Burial Clan, and the Dusk Giant Clan. Ye Qing couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, could it be that the Holy King is a race that is superior to these three strange races and is more ancient than them? At that moment, Ye Qing did not dare to be careless at all and immediately poured his spiritual power into the sword. "Hongmeng Heaven and Earth!" At this moment, the black hole created by the Holy King directly changed the terrain to a certain extent. Ye Qing can only use the Hongmeng world to fight against it. The majestic Hongmeng sword intent emerged, and the sky above and the ground below instantly turned into a dark purple color. Countless sword intentions condensed into lightsabers and blasted towards the black hole in the air. Although it failed to cause any damage to the black hole, it did curb the spread of the suction force. The Saint King narrowed his eyes slightly, his face showing a solemn expression, "What a powerful sword technique! No wonder four of my men were killed by you." "In that case, I will let you see some real strange and great magical powers." "The Devil's Hand of Destruction!"
The Holy King raised his index and middle fingers and chanted a spell, as if he was summoning some monster to come. After a moment, a giant hand slowly stretched out from the black hole and grabbed Ye Qing and others. This giant hand is made entirely of black mist. Its size is extremely outrageous, like a Five Finger Mountain, exuding a majestic sense of oppression. The giant hand was made of black mist, with a circle of white bones growing on the five fingers, and bloody tentacles and rotten flesh growing on the arm. Although the Holy King does not have the aura of the three strange races, this move of the World-Destroying Ghost Hand encompasses the characteristics of the Bone Burial Clan, the Soul Burial Clan, and the Dusk Giant Clan. Bai Xian'er and the mountain god were both panicked and looked desperate. Ye Qing's expression did not change at all. He leaped forward and swept out with his sword. "God avoids!" The white sword light burst out and slashed at the huge black mist arm, like a mud cow entering the sea, and instantly merged into the palm of the hand. The next second, the power of the divine avoidance burst out, and the black mist arm directly fell apart, turning into a torrential rain of dark evil energy that poured down from the sky. Ye Qing's heart tightened, worrying that Bai Xian'er and the mountain god would be affected by the evil rainstorm, so he quickly moved his mind and controlled the Hongmeng sword intent between heaven and earth. "Hongmeng Ten Thousand Swords!" Lines of sword energy appeared out of thin air, like a school of fish swimming in a line, passing by Ye Qing and blasting towards the murderous rain in the air. The sword intent and evil spirit collided with each other in mid-air and exploded in an instant, making a deafening sound. The duel between Ye Qing and Saint King was like a battle between thousands of troops. (End of this chapter)