Invincible Sword Realm

At this point, the small vortex in the leaves suddenly spins.

It's dangerous!

Yang Ye's whole head was instantly awake.

Since Hongmonta reminds him of the danger, there is definitely a big problem.

Yang Ye slowly retreated toward the rear, ready to leave the range of the island. Seems to think of something, he stops again, he looks to the left, there, exactly where Aban is with the old man. At this moment, the old man next to Aban had already sat up, while Aban hesitated.

Yang Ye did not hesitate and appeared directly beside Aban.

When I saw Yang Ye, Abandon stood still, “You..."

Until the voice fell, Yang Ye suddenly grabbed Aban's arm and retreated with Aban to hundreds of lengths.

“What's going on?” Asked Aban.

Yang Ye shook his head, "There's something wrong with the island. Come with me! ”

“Problem?” Aban wondered.

Yang Ye nodded, “Do you believe me? ”

After looking at Yang Ye for a while, Aban said: "Nature is believable, but I want to remind..."

“No!”

Yang Ye said, “First of all, he won't believe you. Even if he knew there was a problem with this opportunity, he wouldn't give up easily. Besides, he's already sat up, and now he's going to remind me that it's too late. ”

Aban turned his head and looked, where more than twenty saints sat on stone stools.

But Yang Ye didn't want to waste time, grabbing her right arm and disappearing with her that day. Soon, the two of them came to the shore, and from the clouds at this location, they could see the island in vain.

“Isn't that a Bodhi tree?” Aban suddenly asked.

Yang Ye shook his head, “I'm not sure, I can only be sure it's wrong. You should be able to feel it, too, right? ”

Aban nodded slightly, “Something's wrong, but I can't say it! ”

Yang Ye said: "The reason we can feel something wrong is because we're not saints, we don't have the kind of mindset that wants to break through. ”

Speaking of which, he turned to the island and said, "Is there a problem? We'll soon find out! ”

Aban nodded her head, and she looked at Yang Ye, “You guys, you're growing so fast, now you, I'm afraid it's hard for the saints to kill you? ”

Yang Ye said: “What use is that? My enemy, more than one saint. By the way, what do you know about the League of Saints? ”

“League of Saints? ”

Aban frowned, and after a while she sighed: “This union of saints, is actually an organization formed by the Hundreds, and the saints in it are all from the Hundreds. The Bai people formed this alliance, naturally in preparation for the four of us. Otherwise, one day the four of us will be unhappy. Aren't the Bai people going to be slaves? So the Bai people formed such an alliance. If the four of us were to enslave the Bai people one day, this alliance of saints would be a chip for the Bai people to resist the four of us. ”

Speaking of which, she paused and said, “Actually, this alliance is complicated, because relations between the hundreds are complicated. However, on a number of issues, they would opt for unanimity. For example, when you treat all four of us, there is you...”

Hundreds!

Yang Ye sank his voice: “Can the hundreds fight against the four of us? ”

Aban smiled bitterly: "It's hard, you know, these four people can all be strong at the ancestral level. However, it does not mean that even the ability to resist is useless. Moreover, it is impossible for the four of us to unite. If we deal with one family alone, the Hundreds still have some chance of winning. If the four of us are united, the hundreds of people, if at all costs, can also fight with the four of us in two defeats. ”

Yang Ye said: "Where is the headquarters of this League of Saints? ”

“What do you want to do?” Aban looked at Yang Ye.

Yang Ye chuckled: “Just ask around. You don't think I want to go to their headquarters, do you? I'm not that good! ”

Aban thought about it and felt that, although Yang Ye was incredibly evil, she absolutely disbelieved that he could fight the entire Saints' Union. Even if the leaves reach the saints, they will never be able to fight the League of Saints.

At this moment, Aban suddenly said: "Look! ”

Yang Ye turned his head and looked there, exactly where the tree was located. At this moment, many white dots appeared around the tree!

“What's going on?” Yang Ye frowned.

Aban sighed: “Something must have happened. Shall we look closer? ”

Yang Ye hesitated and nodded, “Okay! ”

They stopped almost 10,000 yards from the island, and by this moment they had been able to see the saints on the island clearly. At this moment, the saints are still sitting on the wooden stool, one like an old monk, still motionless.

“Look!”

At this point, Aban suddenly pointed at one of the saints.

Yang Ye looked along Aban's finger. When he saw the saint, Yang Ye's face sank. The old man's hair was originally black, but at this moment, the old man's hair turned white at a visible speed. Not only that, but the old man's face, wrinkles are gradually increasing. At the end of the day, the saint's face is full of wrinkles, his hair is even snow white, and the whole person is not like a human being!

But it's not over.

In the frightening eyes of the two Yang Ye people, the Saint's hair was actually falling off, one by one, in addition to which the Saint's skin was drying up, like an orange peel that had been sun-dried.

“What's going on?” Yang Ye's eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

Aban looked as low as water and did not speak. At this moment, neither of them could understand the situation of the saint. But then the same thing happened to another saint next to that saint.

A minute later, the two Yang Ye discovered that the saints sitting on the wooden stool on the field were beginning to change, like the first saint, with snow and white hair and more wrinkles, and then the hair began to fall...

“What are they going through?” Next to the leaves, the curtain cream sank.

Yang Ye shook his head, and now he doesn't know what's going on. These saints must be changing something, just don't know if it's good or bad!

Time passes a little.

One hour later, one of the saints suddenly opened his eyes, and at this moment, the eyes of the saint were very cloudy, as if they were old and faint, with confusion. He looked at the tree in front of him and said, "I... I see... so...”

The voice fell, and in the horrified eyes of Yang Ye and Aban, the saint's body turned into fine sand scattered across the ground.

It's gone.

A saint is gone!

Yang Ye and Aban looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Because the two men were certain that the saint had not disappeared, but had simply fallen.

What the hell happened? Let this saint just crash?

However, this is just the beginning, and then one saint after another disappears on those wooden stools like the first saint.

A minute later, there are only three saints sitting on that wooden stool!

And the other ten saints, all silent and interest-free!

Yang Ye looked at the tree, the tree was calm, from the outside, there was nothing strange about it.

Is this really a bodhi tree?

This idea was raised in the Yang Ye brain.

“Look!” said Aban suddenly.

Yang Ye looked, far away, another saint crashed.

Disappear!

Just disappeared from the wooden stool.

“Weird!“ At this point, Aban said, “The minds of these saints are absolutely rocky, there is no way that anything can make them fall silently. ”

Yang Ye nodded and was able to reach the saints, which must have experienced countless setbacks, the demons of the heart or something, even if there was certainty, conquered. If so, what makes these saints fall?

If you sit on that wooden stool, you may know the answer, but Yang Ye is not mentally retarded and will sit down.

In the distance, two saints remain!

Little by little time passed, and finally, after a time, one of the saints opened his eyes, and at this moment, the saint was old and unspeakable. He looked at the tree in front of him and slowly extended his hand, yet he was appalled to find that his ability to raise his hand was useless.

No strength at all!

At this moment, the saint understood his current situation. After a long time, he looked at the tree and smiled bitterly. Then he turned his head and looked at the position of Yang Ye and Aban. His lips moved, as if he were saying something.

However, he did not even have the ability to lift his mouth. But he didn't give up, trying to say anything.

And at that point, his eyes suddenly opened and his body suddenly disappeared, just like the saints before him.

It's falling!

“What's he trying to say?” Next to Yang Ye, Aban asked heavily.

Yang Ye shook his head and his eyes slowly closed, "He wanted to say, but something seemed to keep him from saying. What is he trying to say? ”

At this moment, the two were in a very heavy mood.

After a while, they looked at the last saint in the distance. And at this moment, the saint suddenly opened his eyes. At the moment when he opened his eyes, Yang Ye and Aban discovered that the saint had suddenly become young, as if he were returning to old age, and his snow-white hair had also become pitch-black and wrinkles on his face had disappeared.

“Ha ha..."

A loud laugh suddenly sounded in the room. Immediately afterwards, the last saint suddenly burst into the sky, while a powerful aura swept away, shaking the whole heavens and the earth!

“So that's it! ”

The saint said that, and then suddenly he turned around and looked at the leaves, with a hint of ambiguity in his eyes, and finally, his body trembled and disappeared at the end of the day.

In place, Yang Ye's eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

Something's wrong!

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