Yang Qingxuan slashed out with his right hand, and 3,000 Karmic Flames of Sword Force shot out.
Numerous strands of sword qi of fire slashed randomly onto the bodies of those evil spirits that charged over, causing waves of sorrowful howls and rumbling to erupt.
Fatty Pan was already trembling in fear as he stuck close to Yang Qingxuan's back.
Thankfully, when Yang Qingxuan attacked, he had set up a Fire Barrier around him. Ordinary demonic Qi and evil spirits could not penetrate through, and Fatty Pan was slowly getting used to the environment.
The Soul Devourer Golden Demon on Yang Qingxuan's shoulder flashed in the air with a speed that was close to teleportation. It had swallowed three soul stones and gained 0.3 points.
Yang Qingxuan slashed out once more. Without any fancy moves, he slashed out.
"Chi!"
The Emperor celestial beginner stage evil spirit cried out in agony as it was sliced into two. The area where it was sliced was set ablaze, and it was quickly incinerated into nothingness.
The moment the evil spirit was sliced apart, a golden light flashed as a soul stone was devoured by the Soul Devourer Golden Demon.
'Middle-Grade soul stone obtained. 1 point obtained. '
A voice rang out in Yang Qingxuan's mind as he heaved a sigh of relief, "F * ck! I finally got 1 point!"
Soon, the evil spirits within the hall were cleared clean.
Yang Qingxuan's total points rose to 4.9 points.
"Let's go."
Without any hesitation, the two of them rushed to the next hall.
Even in the corridor outside the hall, evil spirits would rush out from time to time. They were all taken care of, but nothing dropped.
Just at this moment, Yang Qingxuan's Fiery Eyes of Truth looked over and saw a few more figures rushing in from the outer hall.
Among them, there was the shadow of Gongshu Qing.
Seemed like these thousand strong martial artists were not to be trifled with. Each of them had their own strengths.
Yang Qingxuan's body suddenly trembled as he revealed a look of panic. A familiar and cold voice rang out in his ears, filled with mockery and ridicule.
"Hehe, lad, did you go to hell? Why are there so many mouthwatering delicacies around you? Jie Jie, Jie Jie. "
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed greatly. He quickly steadied himself and formed a seal with one hand, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The Soul Seal on his glabella flickered, and a Sword Seal appeared, exuding a bright and dark glow. A seal rose from his hand and entered the Soul Seal, stirring up circles of Sword Will.
"Jie Jie, what's wrong? Checking the Martial Spirit Seal? Haha, it seems like you're very afraid of me. "
The voice was heard from within the Taixuan Sword Vault, filled with endless contempt and mockery.
Yang Qingxuan snorted. He was indeed checking the Martial Spirit Seal just now. He was relieved when he found nothing unusual.
The Taixuan Sword Tomb was a manifestation of sword intent. At the same time, it was also the entrance to the Taixuan Heaven, the Sword Soul Land.
The voice came from the Taixuan Sword Vault. It was the voice of the Ghost Lord.
On one of the Sword Tombs, the Hundred Ghosts Parade exuded dense Ghost Qi, reflecting an evil light. There seemed to be blood flowing from the grooves, and there were thousands of ghosts roaring around. The entire sword was shaking violently, emitting a clanging sound, and its evil aura permeated the world.
"Don't be afraid. I won't kill you. Jie Jie, Jie Jie, I'm still counting on you to let me out."
The voice of the Ghost Lord came from the sword, saying slowly, "I sensed that you were surrounded by evil spirits and resentful spirits. I thought you went to hell."
Yang Qingxuan said, "You haven't even gone to hell. How am I qualified to do that?"
"Jie Jie, Jie Jie," the Ghost Lord sneered.
"I can't wait to go to hell and eat all the ghosts there. Not only can I recover the true body of the Ghost Emperor, but I can also become the King of Hell."
Yang Qingxuan suppressed the shock in his heart. As one of the Sword Souls, the Ghost Lord was able to sense his surroundings directly through the Martial Spirit Seal. This was far beyond the other Sword Souls.
He didn't know if there would be any problems if this continued.
"To be honest, it's been a long time since I've had any nourishment. I feel that your current environment is not bad, it's quite suitable for me. Give me some nourishment. In this Sword Tomb, in the barren land of time, it's really boring. "
The Ghost Lord said unhurriedly, his voice filled with a sigh and helplessness.
Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "You must be joking. You've always been scheming to kill me. If I let you out, wouldn't I be courting death?"
The Ghost Lord said, "I just want to cut off the shackles of the Supreme Profound Heaven and regain my freedom. Your Sword Intent Martial Spirit is just the entrance to the Supreme Profound Heaven. Killing you is one of the ways for me to regain my freedom, but it is not the only way. You can remove the imprint of the Supreme Profound Heaven on my body, and I can also regain my freedom. "
Yang Qingxuan sneered: "Sorry, my abilities are limited."
The Ghost Lord was silent for a moment, then said: "You can do it. I want to regain my freedom. This isn't a bad thing, right? I hope you can help me. In return, I'm willing to help you kill a few enemies. "
Yang Qingxuan said: "That's a good idea. I'm also a little tempted, but I don't trust you. Also, my enemy is the strongest person in this star field. He's not someone you can kill. "
The Ghost Lord was stunned for a moment, then said: "Judging from the energy level of this star field, the strongest person should be close to the Lord of a Thousand Realms. In my current state, I'm indeed not his match. But having an extra helper is better than fighting alone, isn't it? You've just stepped into the early Dao Realm. If you meet an enemy, you'll die with a single palm. "
Yang Qingxuan's expression fluctuated, as if he was a little tempted.
After all, the person he was facing was the current Human Emperor. In the world, there was probably no one who dared to say that they were a match for the Human Emperor.
And since the Ghost Lord had awakened in the Minor Six Paths of Reincarnation Array, he had the strength of a half-step World King. At this moment, it was very likely that he had already stepped into the World King realm.
If he had an extra World King helper, he would be more confident in fighting against the Human Emperor.
It was just that … how could he trust him?
This Ghost Lord was clearly an extremely evil being. If he didn't have a powerful force to bind him, just a verbal promise was not enough to be trusted.
Yang Qingxuan's expression was gloomy and uncertain.
Fatty Pan saw that he was motionless, but his eyes and expression were changing. He couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what's wrong?"
Yang Qingxuan came back to his senses and said: "It's nothing. Let's go and continue killing the demon spirit."
At this time, at the end of the corridor, endless demonic energy surged over, forming a demon spirit. Its appearance was huge, like a short dragon. Its eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and its two demon claws emitted a purple light.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he said: "A middle Emperor celestial demon spirit!"
Looking at the demon spirit's ferocious appearance, it was very likely that it would drop a mid-grade soul stone.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and stabbed out with his sword.
Flames spread out from the sword qi, forming a crescent shape.
But before it could touch the demon spirit, the demon spirit's body seemed to have solidified. Then, it revealed a pained expression, and cracks appeared all over its body from the top down.
"Peng!"
The demon spirit shattered like porcelain, revealing a mid-grade soul stone. In an instant, it was swallowed by a Soul Devourer Golden Demon.
A delicate and petite face appeared behind the demon spirit, and it even looked a little shy. Seeing Yang Qingxuan's sword qi, a look of surprise flashed in its eyes. "Sword martial spirit?"
Then, it raised its hand and slapped out, shattering Yang Qingxuan's sword qi.
"Peng!"
The palm wind and sword qi dissipated, turning into ripples of energy that dissipated.
Yang Qingxuan's face darkened as he stared at the young man. To think that he would steal his demon spirit!
At this time, Fatty Pan stepped forward and scolded: "Good! Where did this brat come from? How dare he steal our boss's monster!"
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