I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The Holy Lord frowned, he knew very well that this matter was quite tricky.

On the one hand, he believed in the character of Ye Xinghe and his apprentice and did not think that they would do something like stealing other people's unique skills.

On the other hand, the Sima family is now aggressive, and if not handled properly, it may cause greater disputes.

After a moment's contemplation, the Holy Lord slowly spoke, "Master Sima, we cannot make a conclusion based solely on your own words. Since Master and Disciple Ye Xinghe insist that this technique has a different origin, they must provide evidence to prove it. Before the truth is known, we must not act rashly."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Sima family jumped up and said, "Holy Lord, you are favoring them! How could our Sima family's unique skills admit their mistakes? Is our Sima family's reputation so worthless in your eyes?"

The Holy Lord's expression darkened as he spoke solemnly, "Master Sima, I am the Lord of the Holy Land and will handle this matter impartially. If you continue to act recklessly, don't blame me for being rude."

When the Sima family head heard the Holy Lord's words, a sinister look flashed across his face. He raised his head slightly and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, Holy Lord, don't think that my Sima family is afraid of you. You said you would be rude to me, then I want to see what means you have!"

After he finished speaking, the spiritual energy around him surged, and the Sima family members behind him also responded. The entire holy land seemed to be shaken by this power.

The head of the Sima family waved his hands, and the elite disciples behind him quickly formed a battle array. They all grasped their weapons tightly, and their eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent.

"Holy Lord, if you don't hand over Master and Disciple Ye Xinghe today, my Sima family will massacre the Holy Land and make your so-called Holy Land be expelled from the world of immortal cultivation!"

The voice of the Sima family head was icy cold.

Seeing this, the Holy Lord slowly raised his hands.

"Master Sima, you are openly challenging the majesty of the Holy Land. As the Lord of the Holy Land, how can I allow you to be so presumptuous?"

The Holy Lord's voice resounded through the sky.

As the Holy Lord finished speaking, the defensive formations throughout the holy land shone brightly, and pillars of spiritual energy shot up into the sky, intertwining and connecting with each other, forming a huge spiritual energy shield that enveloped the holy land.

At the same time, the disciples of each peak, led by their peak masters, quickly rushed to their respective defensive positions and were ready for battle.

When the head of the Sima family saw that the Holy Lord did not retreat but instead took a tough defensive stance, the anger in his heart was completely ignited, and he simply no longer showed any politeness or reservations.

He waved his hands and shouted loudly: "Set up the formation! Immortal Slaying Formation!"

As soon as the order was issued, several masters of the Sima family took quick action.

They stood in their respective positions and took out from their arms a number of battle flags emitting a cold light.

There are faint powerful spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from these formation flags.

As they inserted the formation flag into the ground, the flag grew in the wind and instantly turned into a giant banner several feet high. Various ominous patterns were faintly visible on the banner.

For a moment, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, and gathered madly towards the formation flag.

A black mist began to spread between the flags, and faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard in the mist, which was creepy.

The fog spread rapidly and expanded, covering a large area in front of the holy land, forming a huge and gloomy formation space.

Everyone was greatly shocked, as they knew very well the reputation of the Zhuxian Formation.

Once this formation is set up, a powerful spiritual strangling force will be generated within the formation, as if countless sharp blades are moving freely in space, and can easily tear the monks trapped in it into pieces.

Moreover, the formation will continue to erode the spiritual power of the cultivators, causing them to gradually lose their ability to resist in pain and despair.

The Holy Lord's expression also became extremely solemn. He knew very well how powerful the Zhuxian Formation was.

"Master Sima, you actually used such a vicious formation. Do you really disregard the morality of the immortal cultivation world?" The Holy Lord shouted loudly.

The head of the Sima family snorted coldly: "Saint Lord, if your holy land does not hand over Ye Xinghe and his disciples today, I will use this Zhuxian Formation to wipe you all out! This is the fate of those who oppose my Sima family!"

Ye Xinghe looked at the Zhuxian Formation that was gradually taking shape, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He turned to Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue and said, "Disciples, although this Immortal Execution Formation is powerful, I will not allow it to harm the Holy Land in the slightest. You will all assist the Holy Master and stabilize the Holy Land's defenses."

Although Ye Xinghe didn't really want to intervene, he couldn't let them destroy the place where he had settled down!

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue responded in unison.

At this time, the spiritual power strangling force within the Zhuxian Formation has begun to take effect.

Black spiritual blades darted through the formation like lightning, carving deep grooves into the ground wherever they passed and tearing the air apart with a sizzling sound.

Ye Xinghe took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body circulated wildly.

He slowly closed his eyes and mobilized all his spiritual power and consciousness to find the flaws in the Zhuxian Formation.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly, he had found a clue.

Ye Xinghe's figure flashed like a streak of light and rushed into the Zhuxian Formation.

As soon as he entered the formation, he felt the powerful spiritual pressure and strangulation force.

Countless spiritual blades whizzed towards him. He swung the sword in his hand quickly in front of him, forming an impenetrable sword curtain, blocking those spiritual blades one by one.

Seeing Ye Xinghe dare to rush into the Zhuxian Formation alone, the head of the Sima family sneered in his heart: "Ye Xinghe, you are courting death! In this Zhuxian Formation, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

However, Ye Xinghe ignored the ridicule of the Sima family head.

He resisted the attack of the spiritual blade and approached a key position in the formation.

As long as the center of the formation in that direction is destroyed, the power of the Zhuxian Formation will be greatly reduced.

The head of the Sima family stood outside the Zhuxian Formation, his eyes sinister as he shouted an order: "Activate the Zhuxian Formation and strangle Ye Xinghe with all our might! Today, we must make sure that no trace of his body remains!"

The spiritual power in the formation suddenly became chaotic, and the black spiritual blades poured down towards Ye Xinghe like a rainstorm, cutting the space into pieces.

The howling wind and the howling of ghosts and wolves became more and more shrill.

Ye Xinghe was in the center of this death storm, but he remained calm, because he knew that he still had a trump card to play.

Ye Xinghe quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and a powerful aura slowly emanated from his body.

Then, he suddenly shouted: "The divine weapon appears!"

In an instant, a dazzling light shot up from his sea of ​​consciousness, and a magical weapon slowly emerged from the light.

When the divine weapon appeared, a suffocating aura instantly spread out, forcing the black fog in the Zhuxian Formation to retreat.

The originally surging spiritual power blade, after coming into contact with this breath, quickly melted like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

The Sima family head's eyes widened. "What kind of weapon is this? Why is it so powerful?"

He couldn't believe that Ye Xinghe actually possessed such a miraculous weapon.