Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

Qin Ye's meaning is very simple. If you do this, don't you think about your own descendants? After all, if they are both human beings, it would be understandable if they fought with hatred normally, but now they are devouring the human race in order to restore their vitality, which seems a bit cruel.

What is the difference between this and those alien races that cruelly devour the human race? The human race has always scolded the alien races for being uncivilized, cruel and easy to kill. However, in fact, most of the human races are not much better than the alien races.

At that time, how can the human race educate foreign races from the moral high ground?

"Haha, I have been in the Immortal Tomb for hundreds of thousands of years. Do you think this trick is useful to me?"

The Martial Saint inside the ancient coffin smiled coldly, not caring about Qin Ye's threat at all.

Qin Ye frowned slightly when he heard this. After a while, he figured out the reason.

The martial saint in the ancient coffin has lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years. In the current generation, there are countless generations between them, and the bloodline has long been thin, let alone the feelings.

Even if his family was exterminated here, he might not be able to save him.

Many of the martial arts cultivators who were watching had figured this out and couldn't help but sigh. In fact, such a thing had happened a long time ago.

"However, I still want to invite you to come out and have a look. Even though a martial saint is 'dead', he will definitely leave his name in history."

Qin Ye looked at the ancient coffin curiously. He wanted to know who the person inside was.

After hearing Qin Ye's words, the Martial Saint in the ancient coffin was silent for a moment and then said: "Perhaps, it is better not to know than to know."

Other martial arts cultivators may not understand what he meant, but Qin Ye understood it.

This powerful Martial Saint must have left a footprint in history, and he didn't want others to know about him.

Maybe he doesn't want others to see what he looks like now, or maybe he doesn't want others to know his identity.

However, the more he didn't want people to know, the more curious Qin Ye was about his identity.

"It's already like this, why should I be embarrassed to see others?"

Qin Ye said calmly.

"Junior, you have a good talent. I hope you won't meddle in other people's business. I can promise to spare the lives of you and your friends."

Qin Ye smiled coldly. The Martial Saint in the ancient coffin was probably the one he wanted to devour the most, but he was just afraid of the mysterious strong man who suddenly took action, so he let himself go.

How could he be so easy to fool? He chuckled and said, "I'm very curious about your identity. Will you come out on your own, or should I invite you to come out?"

"Junior, don't push yourself hard, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

The Martial Saint inside the ancient coffin said in a deep voice.

"Since you don't want to come out, let me ask you to come out!"

Qin Ye took one step forward, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body. Powerful aura gathered around him, and the space within a few hundred meters became extremely distorted.

"boom--"

Suddenly, Qin Ye reached out with one hand and grabbed the ancient coffin.

Qin Ye's move was obviously to force the mysterious Martial Saint out of the ancient coffin.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"

A cold snort came from inside the ancient coffin, and then everyone saw the spiritual energy rolling around the ancient coffin, bursting out with bright light, and the powerful aura sweeping in all directions, like a world-destroying scene.

In an instant, a sword light flew out from the ancient coffin, cutting through the space, and struck Qin Ye's big hand with a bang.

"Bang!"

The sword light struck Qin Ye's big hand. Qin Ye's big hand was instantly repelled, and Qin Ye's whole body was knocked flying for several miles.

"hiss--"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air again. As expected of a strong martial artist, Qin Ye was knocked away with just one sword.

However, Qin Ye is really powerful. After being hit by this sword, he did not die, but came back again.

Qin Ye opened his palms, and there was a very clear sword mark on his palms. If Qin Ye's body was not so terrifying, Qin Ye's entire body might have been cut into pieces by this sword.

Qin Ye circulated his spiritual power, and the sword marks on his palm slowly disappeared.

He looked at the ancient coffin and said, "If I guess correctly, you are a master with a sword."

"How can I see it?"

The Martial Saint inside the ancient coffin asked.

"Although the sword you struck just now was a sword struck at random, you can see the strong sword intention in it, which shows that you have a deep study in the way of the sword."

Qin Ye explained.

"Could it be that you are Ye Fengyang, the famous sword master hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Qin Ye suddenly remembered a person he had seen in ancient books. This person was very famous in the Eastern Region. He left many legends and many swordsmanship techniques. Many people who practiced swordsmanship were Admire him very much. .

In fact, in the history of the development of the Eastern Region, there were many swordsman wizards, and there was not just one sword master.

But this person's reputation is the best among all sword masters.

When Qin Ye saw it for the first time, it was still fresh in his memory.

This person is quite legendary.

Rumor has it that this person just came from a small fishing village. Later, he was selected by a small sect and embarked on the path of sword cultivation.

He soon showed his unique talent in swordsmanship. Since he started practicing swordsmanship, he has never lost. No matter how strong the enemy he encounters, he can always win with his strongest posture.

He was hailed as the first of the young generation at that time.

Later, he traveled the Eastern Region, wielding swords in all directions, becoming stronger and stronger, and offending more and more enemies.

Later, he was hunted down by his enemies and fell into the sea. Just when people thought he was dead, he reappeared a hundred years later, but he appeared in front of everyone as a martial saint and wiped out all his enemies.

The martial saint in the ancient coffin did not answer Qin Ye's question. His silence, in Qin Ye's view, was a disguised admission.

"Impossible! Ye Fengyang is a sword saint, how could he be here? I heard that although Ye Fengyang was not a good person, he was definitely not a person who killed people indiscriminately."

"That's right! This sect master knows Ye Fengyang's deeds very well. This person can't be him. His voice is as loud as a bell, sonorous and powerful. This is not the voice of an old man at all, but more like the voice of a middle-aged man. According to the records in the ancient books of this sect, Ye Fengyang appeared in his later years, wearing a green robe, with a gaunt face and a thin body. It can't be him."

"I also think it's unlikely to be him. I believe that even if the sword saint Ye Fengyang died, he would not be so cruel to the human race."

...

Although the martial saint in the ancient coffin was silent, the martial artists watching thought that he couldn't be Ye Fengyang.

Ye Fengyang was famous and decisive. If it was really Ye Fengyang, he would not talk so much with Qin Ye at this time, but would directly attack Qin Ye.

"How about you take my move again?"

At this moment, a blade light flew out from the ancient coffin. Wherever the blade light went, the void seemed to become nothingness, as if the space could collapse at any time.

Although the blade light slashed towards Qin Ye, the terrifying aura emanating from the blade light made the faces of the martial artists watching change drastically. Some martial artists with weaker cultivation were so frightened by the blade that they fell to the ground and trembled.