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As the scene changed, countless experts gathered in a huge valley. On one side was a cultivator led by a proud Jiu Xiao and a few white-haired old men, and on the other side was a few cultivators whose faces were covered in blood Qi that could not be seen clearly. These people dressed in clothes that were extremely similar to the cold, led by a young man dressed in a black robe.

At this moment, an old man walked out from the side of Ao Jiu Xiao. "Xuan Yucheng, is your Nine Nether Division really going to invade Barren Continent?"

Ever since the Great War of Gods and Demons, the human cultivators have declined, and it is time for us, the Nine Serenities, to descend into the world. Furthermore, right now, Hongzhou is completely in the hands of my Nine Serenities Faction, so naturally, we have come to take a stroll around this desolate continent. Forgive me for being blunt, but with your remaining great human powers and the experts from the Demon and Demon Realms, we are unable to stop the footsteps of my Nine Serenities Faction. Xuan Yucheng smiled faintly.

"Just the east? When it comes to the Nine Nether Meridians, don't think that we don't know that the reason why your Nine Nether Master came here is because your Lord of the Nine Nether Realm is sealed in a certain place in the eastern part of the Desolate Continent by a almighty being of the God Realm. You want to rescue him? " At this time, Ao Jiu Xiao suddenly stood up and laughed coldly.

After a while, Xuan Yucheng suddenly stood up from the black dragon spirit chair and waved to the Nine Nether Tribe members behind him. Immediately, eleven figures shot out from behind him and landed in front of the formation, their bodies exuding a bloodthirsty aura. Even Ye Tian and the others outside the mirror felt an inexplicable pressure pressing down on them, causing them to be unable to breathe.

"Heh, other than the coldness that was injured by this old man, all the Palace Masters of the Thirteen Divisions of the Nine Serenities are here. It seems that all of you are determined to obtain it." As Ao Jiu Xiao moved, several white-haired old men next to him also instantly appeared in front of the array. Ye Tian looked at the eight of them, their auras were comparable to Ao Jiu Xiao's, but they were dressed differently, obviously including the experts of the Demonic World.

As Ao Jiu Xiao and the rest of the nine hall masters appeared in front of the formation, they began to use their respective skills to attack Ao Jiu Xiao and the others. Ao Jiu Xiao and the others did not dare to slack off as they all took out their personal magic tools and began to fight with him, but it was worth mentioning that Ao Jiu Xiao had a pair of azure wings on his back and was wielding a golden sword in his hand. He was fighting alone against three of the nine hall masters and the old man named Brother Lan Yucheng was fighting alone against two of them.

The low level cultivators of both sides had long retreated to a distance of more than three hundred meters away to observe from afar, and only Xuan Yucheng and a young man was still standing at their original location. This young man was a cultivator of the human side, and Ao Jiu Xiao and the others were only conversing with him in the beginning, so no one noticed this young man. At this time, when everyone had retreated, this young man gradually began to enter everyone's line of sight.

Xuan Yucheng seemed to have discovered this youth a long time ago. He didn't even spare a glance at the intense battle between the Hall Masters of the Nine Nether Domain and the experts of the various races. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the young man in front of him.

The young man was about twenty years old, and his features were young and tender. Wearing a long green robe, he looked like a scholar, standing there quietly. The young man's gaze was very calm as he observed the changes in the arena, and for Xuan Yucheng who was glaring at him, the young man chose to ignore him.

Xuan Yucheng seemed to be dissatisfied with the green-clothed youth's performance. After a long while, he suddenly spoke up. "Night Emperor, I haven't seen you in so many years, yet you're still so desperate to die. Why aren't you even greeting your old friend?"

The green-robed youth looked up at Xuan Yucheng and smiled, "Hehe, so it's Brother Xuan. I apologize for not noticing Brother Xuan's arrival earlier." As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience went into an uproar. This mysterious jade was set up in front of the array formation; as long as one wasn't blind, how could they possibly not see it.

Xuan Yucheng was not angered by these words and only replied lightly: "My cultivation is low, so I naturally find it difficult to enter Brother Ye's eyes. At the beginning, I was wondering why the cultivators of this desolate continent would be so united. So Brother Ye is here, no wonder."

"Since you know that I am here, why aren't you leaving with your men? Could it be that you want me to personally expel you?" The green-robed youth suddenly grinned and said.

"You." Xuan Yucheng was immediately angered by these words, and the entire space around him turned crimson, the surrounding air turned into a bloody mist, and all the people who had been fighting immediately broke away from their opponents and returned to their own camps, while the surrounding air turned into a bloody mist, causing the bodies of those that had retreated far away, to wither away at a visible rate, as they fell to the ground, incessantly moaning and wailing in pain, as if their entire bodies were being devoured by the endless bloody mist.

Seeing this, the young man in blue robes instantly became angered. He suddenly jumped up as he spread out his hands and shouted, "The Space of the Night!" Suddenly, the surrounding space slowly turned black from the color of blood. Those cultivators from various clans who were suffering on the ground seemed to be much better and their bodies did not continue to shrivel.

As Xuan Yucheng watched the surrounding space slowly turn black due to the corrosion of the green-clothed youth's Space of the Night, he was instantly enraged. A black bead the size of a fist appeared in his hand and he bit his tongue as he spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the black bead.

Following which, the black bead started to emit a black Qi. After a few seconds, the black Qi condensed into an old and distorted face. The old man asked with a hoarse voice: "Junior, what do you want?"

Xuan Yucheng respectfully said to his elderly face when he heard this, "Unfilial disciple Xuan Yucheng wishes to save our Lord. How could he be stopped by human cultivators? May the Sacred Ancestor descend and bestow power upon the disciples, removing the obstacles."

"You know the rules." The elderly face remained unmoved as he lightly said.

"Disciple understands. I shall sacrifice a portion of my soul." Xuan Yucheng said as he grit his teeth in surprise.

"Mm. It's good that you know this. I can lend you my power right now to help you wipe out these ants in front of you. When the time comes, this Sacred Ancient will receive a portion of your soul as compensation. Prepare yourself." The old man said indifferently.