Chatper 1439 (1/2)

The ancient underworld belongs to the Great World of the Eastern Emperor.

This continent is a very small star, less than one-tenth of the area of ​​Shenwu Continent, but because it is the closest to the Eastern Emperor Realm, it has been extremely prosperous since ancient times.

Most of the various factions in the Eastern Emperor Realm have established industries here, buying or selling cultivation items, attracting cultivators from all walks of life to come here to Taobao.

However, not long ago, with the killing of the ancestors of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Corpse God Sect, the prosperity of the ancient underworld in the past was fleeting.

The whole continent, mountains and rivers collapsed, the ground cracked, countless buildings collapsed and turned into ruins. There were almost no living people on it, and the pungent smell of blood permeated everywhere. It was dead and desolate, like a cemetery.

This is a catastrophe. It came too suddenly, without any warning, and many people died before they could even scream.

As the saying goes, gods fight and mortals suffer. Although there are not many mortals here, whether they are mortals or monks, they are all wiped out by terrifying energy fluctuations in an instant.

The decisive battle between the extraordinary saints is terrifyingly destructive, even if it is just a small aftermath, it is enough to destroy the world.

At this moment, on this continent riddled with holes, the old ancestor of the Kunpeng clan, Peng Wuji, an old man with tattered robes, covered in blood, and with a sluggish breath, was seriously injured.

At the same time, a strong enemy came and blocked the world, pushing him step by step into a desperate situation, and just when he was disheartened and secretly said that my life was over, things suddenly turned around.

A young man with white clothes and white hair, tall and straight, hugging a woman in a white dress, suddenly fell into the air, and with one punch, forced the five extraordinary ancestors of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Divine Corpse Sect to retreat.

"Thank you for your help, dare to ask your honorable name?"

It wasn't until the other party came to the front that Peng Wuji came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up to thank him solemnly. In addition to gratitude, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

The young man in front of him didn't know exactly what was going on. He seemed to have no aura, but his strength was extremely terrifying.

With one punch, five extraordinary saints were repelled. How many people in the world can do it?

Peng Wuji even had a feeling that the shocking punch just now was not his full strength.

However, when they appeared in the Eastern Emperor Realm again, it was unheard of.

"My surname is Yang, and I have some friendship with Pengfei, the young master of the noble family. I came here to help Senior Peng get out of trouble."

Who is it if it's not Yang Xuan? He tilted his head to look at Peng Wuji beside him, and said with a slight smile.

"I see."

Peng Wuji was stunned, and then said again: "Your cultivation base is extremely high, and you keep it hidden. Please don't call him Senior Peng again. In front of Your Excellency, Peng must not dare to be arrogant."

In the world of martial arts, everything depends on strength.

The strong, no matter the age or the level of cultivation, will be respected by others.

Peng Wuji knew very well that even if the young master who claimed the surname Yang was not as good as himself, he would still not be far behind. Otherwise, how could he be able to resist the five extraordinary ancestors by himself?

"Then I'll call you old Peng."

Yang Xuan smiled, looked at the few people who were a hundred feet away on the opposite side, and said lightly: "Before you start, why don't you release your spiritual sense and see what's going on on Kunpeng Island."

There are five people in total, all of them are very old in appearance, and the one with the lowest cultivation base has reached the sixth level of the transcendent realm.