Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The lake is surrounded by green grass, like a soft green carpet covering the ground. Colorful flowers dot the area, scattered like stars, emitting bursts of elegant fragrance.

The weeping willows are swaying, and their slender branches hang down over the lake, swaying gently in the breeze, as if whispering softly to the lake.

The mountains in the distance are rolling and quietly guarding the lake. Under the sunlight, the peaks show different levels of color, some are dark green, some are indigo, and some are slightly golden.

Their reflections are looming in the lake, adding a touch of mystery.

Ye Qian'an was not attracted by the environment here, but fixed his gaze on the bell in mid-air that was emitting a faint golden light.

The entire bell is crystal clear, as if carved from the purest crystal, and every line is smooth and graceful.

On the bell, mysterious runes are faintly visible. These runes are like ancient spells, containing endless power and mystery.

A slender silver chain hangs from the top of the sky bell, which is also engraved with mysterious runes, complementing the sky bell.

"Is this the Tianling that Senior Park Nam-ja mentioned?"

Ye Qian'an raised his eyebrows and was about to stretch out his right hand when a vast and boundless energy whizzed past. The surging energy instantly enveloped his body and pushed Ye Qian'an's body back several meters.

When feeling this energy, Ye Qian'an was stunned. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky bell floating in the air.

Ye Qian'an jumped into the air, trampled on the void, stood with his hands behind his back, and his spiritual consciousness spread out in all directions, forming a small formation that enveloped the local mountains and rivers.

"Since you are still here, why don't you come out? Are you afraid that I will be a threat to you?"

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine, raised his head and looked into the distance. His faint voice, like thunder, spread throughout the space.

"Boom!"

As Ye Qian'an's voice just sounded, a mountain suddenly broke through the ground not far ahead, rose from the ground, and finally stood tall.

On the top of the mountain, there was a huge throne. On the throne, a figure in a red fur robe sat upright. An aura that made even the heaven and earth tremble slowly spread out.

"Young man, this is the secret realm of our Wushen Sect. It is not a place for you to come. Please leave."

A faint voice, containing a kind of pressure from the soul, slowly entered Ye Qian'an's ears. Under this voice, ripples appeared in his body.

Ye Qian'an looked at the figure sitting on the chair. If he was not mistaken, this guy should be the quasi-emperor, the God of War, who fell that year!

With one hand behind his back, Ye Qian'an drank another two liang of wine and smiled slightly, "Senior, your strength is indeed extraordinary, but now you are just a remnant soul that clings to your obsession and remains in the world."

"furious!"

"How dare you, a young man, be so presumptuous in front of me!"

Hearing Ye Qian'an's words, the figure under the throne suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely strong soul wave burst out like lightning, like a sword, shooting towards Ye Qian'an fiercely.

Ye Qian'an turned his body and the fairy sword in his hand shot out like a startled wild goose. The speed was so fast that in almost an instant, the two special energies collided with each other.

"Senior, I came here only for Tianling. Please help me."

"That depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

The moment he stood up, the sky and earth around the mountain collapsed. "The peak of the Loose Immortal realm, he is really the most talented person I have seen in all these years?" "But unfortunately, no matter how strong a Loose Immortal is, he can never be the opponent of a True Immortal. Although I am dead, this residual soul is also at the realm of the late True Immortal. How dare you fight with me!"

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes and spread his spiritual sense, and he also felt the other party's energy. It turned out that he was in the late stage of True Immortal realm.

If you want to succeed, your strength must reach the realm of True Immortal.

Fortunately, Wu Tai gave himself a lot of nine thousand year old wine. Although he was reluctant to give them up, he still knew the saying that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb.

"If you were really a martial god, I wouldn't dare to fight you, but now you are just a remnant of his soul!"

Ye Qian'an took a deep breath slowly and stepped forward suddenly. At this moment, his body suddenly expanded by hundreds of feet, like a giant standing between heaven and earth, looking down at the God of War in front of him. He clenched his giant palm and slammed towards the latter fiercely.

"presumptuous!"

The remnant soul of the God of War suddenly raised his head, roared angrily, and pressed the ground with both palms. Suddenly, the ground in this space began to shake violently.

Immediately, the earth exploded, and countless huge hands broke out of the ground, like a rainstorm, slamming heavily on the body of the soul giant transformed by Ye Qian'an.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of violent collisions continued to echo in this space, and the huge impact caused the surrounding mountains and rivers to tremble slightly.

Although the soul giant transformed by Ye Qian'an was bombarded by countless huge palms, there was no intention of retreat in his eyes.

"disease!"

Ye Qian'an roared angrily, and his aura rose again. He swung his giant palm and smashed the attacking palms one by one.

"It turns out to be an innate sword body, quite interesting!"

Seeing this, the remnant soul of the martial god had a flash of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that this young man at the peak of the immortal level would have such a tenacious fighting power, and also an innate sword body that is rare in ten thousand years.

But as a former quasi-emperor, how could he be easily suppressed by a junior?

"Young man, today I will let you see the power of the God of War!"

The Martial God's Remnant Soul snorted coldly, formed seals with his hands, and a huge beam of light shot up from his body. The light seemed to contain endless power, which was daunting.

Ye Qian'an felt this powerful force and his heart tightened. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky and earth.

Just when the light was about to hit Ye Qian'an, he suddenly thought of a solution.

Ye Qian'an quickly mobilized the mana in his body, took out all the nine thousand year old wines, and drank a few big gulps of them. In an instant, a layer of light wine mist appeared around his body.

The light hit the wine mist, making a dull sound. The wine mist continued to resist the attack of the light. Although it was gradually weakening, it successfully bought time for Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an took the opportunity to adjust his state. He looked at the remnant soul of the God of War again, his eyes full of determination.

"Give me a breakthrough!" (End of this chapter)