Violent energy swept out, and endless shockwaves swept in all directions.
The hall buzzed under the demonic saber, and a destructive aura slashed down.
"Boom!"
The terrifying saber Qi hit Yang Wuxin, and the latter felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was sent flying, and his aura instantly withered.
"Hahahaha!"
Zhong Jie laughed wildly, and the demonic aura on his body surged. He didn't chase after Yang Wuxin, but walked toward the demonic shadow with his saber.
Yang Wuxin fell to the ground and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was as pale as paper.
With every step Zhong Jie took, the main hall would tremble and emit the resonance of the artifact.
The demonic aura in the air condensed into countless demonic spirits, and they flew in the air, letting out croaking sounds as if they were welcoming the arrival of a king.
Yang Wuxin's heart sank to the bottom.
All the disciples of the Star Palace, except for Lu Yifan, had been wiped out. It had only taken half a cup of tea's time for them to lose control of the situation.
Yang Wuxin was shocked and angry at the same time, and his heart was filled with anger and frustration.
"Drinking and singing, drunk and demonic. How many things are in front of me, and the world is in my hands. Clear, I laugh at you. Awake, I laugh at you. Hahahaha! "
Zhong Jie laughed wildly, walked up the bronze stairs, and welcomed the demonic shadow on the three-headed, six-armed demonic statue. He opened his arms and hugged it, saying, "The inheritance of the Sacred Demon! Only the supreme Demon Race can obtain it! Lord Mo Tu, I am willing to inherit your mantle. As long as the Sacred Demon lives, the inheritance will not be destroyed! "
Golden demonic light suddenly appeared in the demonic shadow, and it was so vast that it rippled.
It was a formation array that spread out from the demonic shadow and covered Zhong Jie. The array didn't stop, and it instantly covered the entire hall.
Zhong Jie trembled with excitement, and he shouted with a face full of desire, "Lord Mo Tu, give me the power of the Sacred Demon, give it to me!"
The three-headed, six-armed statue's face seemed to become solemn, and the hand seals in its hands changed.
Countless light spots on the array flowed like a river of stars, endlessly multiplying and multiplying.
Yang Qingxuan looked around in surprise. This array contained a very strong Dao Will, and it was very majestic and mysterious. If he was given enough time, he was confident that he could break it.
At this moment, a huge eye suddenly appeared in the huge demonic shadow. It had two pupils and stared down.
Everyone's body trembled, not daring to meet that gaze. It was as if their souls were about to be taken away by that gaze. They were so frightened that they didn't dare to move and hurriedly lowered their heads.
"Tu DRen, it's the power of Tu DRen!"
Zhong Jie shouted excitedly, her face full of desire.
That pair of eyes stared at Zhong Jie for a while, then turned slightly, reflecting everyone in the hall.
The space in the hall was instantly transformed. All the bronze was gone. Other than the array, there was only the boundless universe.
"Eye technique?!"
Yang Qingxuan's heart shook violently. He didn't know if this was an illusion or if he had been sucked into the Eye Technique Dimension. He raised his head and looked around. Seeing that everyone was there, he felt slightly relieved.
A long demonic sound came from that huge eye. A beam of strong light shot out from the pair of eyes. It passed through layers of array as if it had experienced endless time and suddenly fell on Yang Qingxuan, locking him in place.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled. Looking at that huge eye in shock, he said in horror, "You … What are you doing?!"
That strong light contained a terrifying demonic power. Under its illumination, Yang Qingxuan's entire body was fixed, unable to move at all. Inside the huge eye, a demon figure was constantly condensing.
Yang Qingxuan's heart surged with a bad feeling.
"Ah! What? What?! "
Zhong Jie's body shook violently. Her face was full of fear and disbelief. She roared crazily, "What's going on? What the hell is going on?! Tu DRen, Tu DRen, I should be the one receiving the inheritance. I'm the successor of the Holy Demon! "
But there was no voice in the space that answered her.
All the warriors were shocked. Looking at Yang Qingxuan, who was shrouded in demonic light, they all said in shock, "This is … the Holy Demon's inheritance?"
Yang Wuxin was also shocked. She said in disbelief, "How can it be him?!"
Lan Ningxu smiled gently and said, "Uh, interesting."
"Li Xuan! You deserve to die! How dare you steal my Holy Demon's inheritance? Die! "
Zhong Jie's body turned cold. Her endless hope was instantly shattered. She roared crazily, and a terrifying aura erupted from her demonic saber as she slashed at Yang Qingxuan!
"Boom!"
The saber slashed across heaven and earth as if it was going to shatter the universe!
But the moment the saber beam touched the light, it shattered into thousands of pieces and dissipated.
Zhong Jie's eyes widened in horror. Her face was filled with despair and indignation. She roared angrily, "Damn it! Damn it! "
The demonic figure gradually materialized from the giant eye. In a flash, it appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan and said, "I am Mo Tu. Are you willing to accept my Holy Demon's inheritance?"
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed slightly. The demonic person in front of him had purple eyes and six black wings on his back. Endless majesty pressed down on him.
Yang Qingxuan said, "You've got the wrong person, haven't you? I'm not a demon. "
Mo Tu said, "You have a Holy Spirit Body, which is more powerful than a Demon Body. Therefore, you are the most suitable choice for my inheritance. Come, junior, accept my Holy Demon's power! "
As he spoke, Mo Tu stretched out his hand and pressed it directly between Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows. Powerful demonic energy instantly poured into Yang Qingxuan's body, rushing through his meridians and circulating throughout his body.
"Ah!"
Yang Qingxuan roared in pain. The feeling of being filled with demonic power was more terrible than three kinds of flames flowing through his meridians. The pain was almost unbearable.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled. His face was as pale as paper and large drops of cold sweat rolled down his face.
The demonic power not only rushed into his limbs and bones, but also into his spiritual altar and sea of consciousness. It was going to completely demonize him!
"Kid, if you don't resist, you're dead."
The Elf King's sigh came from between his eyebrows.
Yang Qingxuan shuddered and said, "Dead? What do you mean? Since I've received the Holy Demon's inheritance, shouldn't I reach the peak of my life and marry a beautiful woman? "
"Tch!" The Elf King said disdainfully, "The Holy Demon's inheritance is not passed to one of its own, but to a human like you? Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're destined? That Lan Ningxu said something when she came in, and she already pointed out the mystery behind it. Think about it carefully. "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, he thought to himself, Lan Ningxu's words?
He quickly recalled that when Lan Ningxu suddenly appeared, she seemed to have said, "Tsk, tsk, how lively. The Holy Demon's perfect home was destroyed by you guys. The Holy Demon still wants to live here in the future."
Yang Qingxuan trembled and said in horror, "The Holy Demon still wants to live here in the future? Could it be that the Holy Demon … "
The Elf King chuckled. "That's right. Mo Tu's remnant soul hasn't been destroyed. The so-called inheritance is just finding a suitable body. You have a Holy Spirit Body, which is the body he desires! "
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