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- The black soil suddenly exploded. (The cloud dragon in the sky seems to have lost its cohesion and slowly spreads out, forming a thick black cloud.
The black clouds gathered quickly, and before Demon Emperor Ji could recover, a thick purple thunder and lightning condensed in the blink of an eye, with a dazzling beauty, and penetrated the sky and the earth.
"This is unreasonable!!!" The Demon King was furious, the golden light on his body flashed rapidly, and he rolled up.
"Bang" a loud noise came, and the earth seemed to tremble.
Demon King Ji felt a strong pressure, and his body was involuntarily pushed into the soil underground. When he emerged from the underground, Meng had already disappeared. What was floating in the air in the distance was a man on his back. A young man in white with a pair of black wings, a head full of silver hair, and a layer of light red mist covering his whole body.
The figure of that person was originally far away in the horizon, but at this moment, it suddenly became clear. He turned around slowly and stared coldly at the ancient demon clan's supreme ancestor.
The Demon King couldn't help but exclaimed.
This man¡¯s eyes are so deep, as if they contain the entire underworld. No, it should contain the entire world, as if everything in the world, even the vicissitudes of time and space for thousands of years, is just a grain of sand in that eye.
"Yang Lingtian?" The Demon King was stunned for a moment, recovered from the shock, hesitated for a long time and finally asked in confusion.
When news of the Zhuanlun Sword spread to the ancient demon clan, he, the ancestor, would naturally learn that the owner of the Zhuanlun Sword was a young man with silver hair and white clothes who looked to be in his twenties. But what puzzled him was that the news from the five sect alliance masters did not mention that Yang Lingtian had wings.
And the strangest thing is that there is an aura in the red mist around his body that makes him afraid - the aura of those ancient gods and demons thousands of years ago.
"Ancestor of the ancient demon clan's Taishen realm? Your Excellency led the entire ancient demon clan here and personally dealt with a fifth-level divine martial artist. Shouldn't you give some explanation?"
Yang Lingtian didn¡¯t answer the other party¡¯s question and sneered. While speaking, the red mist surrounding his body also decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Haha" the Demon King laughed angrily. He is the emperor of the ancient demon clan. He has been at the top of the entire Dayan Holy Land for many times. Ever since he became successful in cultivation, no one has dared to be like him. Speaking, even the Purple Emperor who rules the world and the Great Elder who is the guardian of the mysterious Babel Tower dare not do this.
But the young man in front of him. . . Even though the aura on his body was a bit strange, Demon Emperor Ji could clearly see that the other person only had the cultivation level of the Ancient God. Although it was unclear which stage of the Ancient God Realm he was in due to the red mist on his body, the Demon King was extremely certain that the other party had definitely not reached the Taishen Realm, and was at least one level lower than himself.
"So what if we take action? Do you want to help him get justice? Just because you are a warrior in the ancient god realm?" In anger, his tone couldn't help but become tougher.
"I can't." Yang Lingtian shook his head calmly.
"Haha, it seems you are still a little self-aware!" Demon Emperor sneered lightly.
However, Yang Lingtian's expression suddenly changed: "But it can"
He slowly took out a long black sword with a flickering light.
"Zhuan Lun Sword!"
The Demon King exclaimed, but he was secretly happy in his heart. If the opponent doesn't take out the Zhuanlun Sword, he may still have scruples. After all, the sword Yang Lingtian may not be with him. When he takes action, he cannot directly kill the opponent. Otherwise, once the sword is not on him, he will have to look for it again. It's too difficult.
But now, just kill them and grab them.
"Haha, since you are so confident, let me experience the strength of the new generation of Zhuanlun Sword Master."
The golden light skyrocketed.
A huge snow mountain suddenly appeared in the sky. Countless huge snowflakes flew up from the top of the mountain from time to time, and then fell on the mountain one after another.
"And behind the snow-capped mountains, there was a huge red sun suspended, as red as freshly shed blood. From time to time, a ray of light shines out from the bloody sun, the light flashes like brilliant lightning, burning the heaven and earth together.
Snow mountains and red sun were originally the most common natural things in the world.
But its sudden appearance at this moment is extremely eye-catching and gives people a very disharmonious feeling. In particular, the coldest thing is perfectly integrated with the blazing sun.
"Oh? Is this your natal magical power? It turns out to be both ice and fire!"
Yang Lingtian glanced at the scene in the sky, with a slightly surprised look on his face. At the same time, he shook his head slightly, and raised the long sword in his hand gently: "The sword rings in the sky."
The snow flakes on the top of the snow mountain are swirling,They all transformed into countless angry-eyed Vajra images, rushing in with cold roars that shook the sky and devoured the earth!
The red sun behind the snow-capped mountains suddenly swelled with a roar, and suddenly blood-red dark waves filled the sky, crashing down with thousands of snow flakes!
And among the howling snowflakes and dark red, a black phoenix soared sadly and beautifully.
The heaven and earth began to roar
The lonely sky was torn apart, revealing a black hole of nothingness that shattered time and space, swallowing up everything around it silently. . . .
"Ice and fire burn the sky"
"Sword Asks the Sky"
"The years are without splendor"
"How far is the sky?"
The strange combination of simple and unpretentious black, holy white, and passionate red shocked the indifferent sky and earth.
In the face of the power of the gods, the irresistible nature seems to be beginning to humble itself.
The blue green that was originally thousands of miles away has long been changed beyond recognition. As if it had been cleansed by the catastrophe of the end of the world, and the black land had been stripped of its coat, there were huge ravines, like monsters with their mouths wide open, ready to swallow people at any time
Time passes slowly.
The Demon Emperor¡¯s face became increasingly cold. In his opinion, with the cultivation level of the Taishen Realm, he should be able to easily defeat the opponent of the Ancient God Realm, even if the opponent has the help of artifacts such as Zhuanlun Sword.
"It's a pity that ideals are usually plump, but reality is always skinny.
Yang Lingtian's sword was so powerful that it seemed to encompass the entire world, making it irresistible. At the same time, the black wings on the back of his slender body were also very strange, exuding a strong murderous aura and a touch of sadness at any time, affecting his body. mind.
What depresses him the most is that the opponent's Nine Wentian Swords seem to have the ability to command the heaven and earth. When the sword is released, the surrounding heaven and earth power will move with it. And this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and the clouds summoned above his head have given him a huge pressure.
Two figures of gold and white are flying.
Finally, the extreme movement suddenly turned into extreme silence.
The two figures suddenly stopped and stood there quietly.
Both of them stood like that, as if they had given up resistance and allowed the other party to kill them. However, no one took action first. Because the strong pressure around him has shown that if he takes action at this time, the only thing waiting for him is death.
"Are you going to give it a last try?" In the silence, Yang Lingtian glanced at the other party and suddenly said coldly.
"Haha, you can be proud of yourself if you can force me to reveal my true form with my cultivation in the ancient god realm!"
The Demon King smiled.
Yang Lingtian shook his head and looked at the other party with some pity: "If you had revealed your true identity when we first started to attack, you could have severely injured me. Even if I didn't die, I wouldn't be able to stop you from doing anything. But now, It¡¯s a pity that you have no chance!¡±
"No chance now?"
The Demon King was stunned for a moment, and then became a little angry.
He heard this twice in one day.
The first time, it was Meng who said it. After Meng said this, the young man jumped out to stop himself from swallowing Meng's blood.
And now, this young man actually said this again.
"Haha, is there anyone else who can come to save you?" The Demon King sneered with disdain. But even though he said that, he still glanced around with a guilty conscience, secretly gathering strength and preparing to reveal his true identity.
His body is so special. When he was young, he didn't even know that his body was something unique in the world. He thought that he was just the same as he appeared on the surface, just an ordinary beast. .
It was not until his cultivation level increased that he suddenly discovered that his body was so special and had the power to destroy the world.
But the only drawback is that every time you reveal your true identity, it takes a long time to prepare.
Therefore, no matter how angry he is in his heart or how worried he is that someone will appear again, he must calm down, delay time, and wait for enough strength to be prepared, his true body will be revealed, and the enemy will be annihilated.
And similarly, Yang Lingtian was waiting quietly.
Although the essence and blood of gods and demons in the body have melted in the deduced catastrophe of heaven and earth, they have been absorbed by themselves. But he lost too much power in that catastrophe, so his current cultivation level is only at the peak of the ancient gods. With the help of the Wentian Nine Swords, the Vajra Mandala artifact, and the Zhuanlun Sword, even if the Demon King did not reveal his true form, he could only draw a draw with the opponent.
The only way he can severely injure the opponent is to rely on the trace of power left by the God-Slaying King in that restriction.?
When he was in the restriction, the situation was critical. He could not practice slowly and break out. He could only use the power of the God-Eating ** to induce catastrophe to forcefully break the restriction. As a result, the power of the God-killing King was dissipated.
During the battle just now, he had gathered a lot of them, that is, the gray clouds above the two of them. However, these powers were not enough to seriously injure the Demon King. He also needs time to completely gather the remaining power of the God-Slaying King before he can launch a devastating blow.
Time passes slowly
Finally, the Demon King let out an arrogant laugh: "Haha, boy, your death has come. The Zhuanlun Sword is mine, and Na Meng's bloodline is also mine."
A majestic momentum suddenly spread out.
The muscles on Demon Emperor Ji¡¯s body kept trembling, and he finally left slowly, with a dark claw protruding from inside.
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