Endless sorrow filled Mo Tu's heart. He was an existence that had dominated the world for eons, but suddenly, he was like an abandoned pawn of the Heavenly Dao. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape this person's suppression.
How great would it have been if he hadn't coveted the Holy Spirit's body and directly possessed that demon descendant?
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Life and death were separated by a single thought.
There were thousands of paths to inheritance, but he had chosen the path of death.
Mo Tu's heart was filled with unwillingness. With a roar, he turned and left. The Ghost Lord's eerie ghostly aura gave him a sense of despair and fear. It was a tremor that came from the depths of his soul, a true symbol of the threat of death.
Yang Qingxuan grabbed the Nightwalker in his hand and said coldly, "This is not a compromise, it's a cooperation. You've seen my trump cards. Although they're all in a weak state, I can still take you down with me if I fight with my life on the line. "
At the same time, he raised his left hand, which vaguely rippled with demonic light.
The Ghost Lord's expression changed slightly, a trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at the left hand.
Sealed inside was Mo Tu's strongest move. If Yang Qingxuan didn't care about the consequences and unleashed it, as well as the Eye of the Dark Night and the Annihilation Truth Jade Seal, he wouldn't be able to get away with it.
It was very likely that he would be annihilated here.
Moreover, the Ghost Lord was a Ghost Emperor-level powerhouse who had dominated the great space-time for countless years. As the Lord of a Thousand Realms, his understanding of the Heavenly Dao was above Mo Tu's.
He knew that "fortune" had something to do with the Heavenly Dao.
Yang Qingxuan had gathered a large number of Holy Artifacts, abilities, and opportunities. He was a man of great fortune, and destiny couldn't be disobeyed.
In any era, in any plane, in the long river of time, there would be an endless stream of peerless powerhouses who could suppress the ancient times.
No matter how great one's advantages or talent, once one stood on the opposite side of such a person, only death awaited.
The Ghost Lord withdrew his thoughts and chuckled. "Jie Jie, I know it's a cooperation. I guarantee on my reputation that there won't be any problems. You don't have to worry. "
Then he opened his arms and chased after Mo Tu.
"No! Ah! — — "
Mo Tu turned around in horror, only to be grabbed by the Ghost Lord from behind. The Ghost Lord's right arm was wrapped around his neck, and the Ghost Lord bit down on him. Inside the Ghost Lord's mouth was endless darkness, as if it led to the Yellow Springs.
Boom!
Mo Tu's head was bitten off by the Ghost Lord.
The remaining body was strangled by the Ghost Lord. Countless cracks opened up from the neck down. Then, it exploded with a bang and turned into endless soul lights. Specks of sparkling light drifted away.
Green will-o '-the-wisp burst out of the Spirit Lord's eyes. With a loud roar, a huge green rune appeared between his brows and shot forward.
The talisman seal rushed into the boundless soul light and suddenly burst open. It turned into a myriad of strange moths and scattered in all directions.
The moth's body was fat and grayish-green in color. There were patterns that resembled demonic eyes on its wings, and as it flapped its wings, it absorbed the soul light onto them.
In an instant, each of the wings absorbed soul light and emitted a cold and serene radiance. It formed a sea of light and danced in the air.
Mo Tu's glowing body was completely surrounded by the moths, not dissipating at all.
The Ghost Lord made another seal with his hands. The myriad of moths turned into a vortex and flew into his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, it was sucked clean, leaving no trace behind.
The Holy Demon of a generation had come to an end.
A strange feeling welled up in Yang Qingxuan's heart. No matter how talented you are, no matter how peerless your cultivation is, no matter how unhindered you are, in the end, you will only return to dust and become a speck of dust in this universe.
Thousands of years of hard work and eternal fame will eventually decay.
Yang Qingxuan sighed deeply, feeling lonely in his heart.
At this moment, the Ghost Lord, who had absorbed Mo Tu's remnant soul, stood there quietly, his hands forming seals.
The will-o '-the-wisp in his empty eyes was like a burning bonfire. He was full of excitement.
Those soul lights turned into green lines and attached to the pitch-black bones. His entire figure showed signs of solidifying. Dense ghost energy spread out from his body. A hundred ghosts circled around him, and pressure filled the surroundings.
Yang Qingxuan came back to his senses and stared at the Ghost Lord. He became alert and called out with some fear, "Ghost Lord?"
"Hey, don't worry."
The green flames in the Ghost Lord's eyes disappeared, and his ferocious face was restored. He laughed strangely.
A red tongue stretched out from his empty mouth, licking his mouth a few times before retracting. "How delicious. It would be nice to have more of such holy demons."
Yang Qingxuan was speechless, and said, "You should go back to the sword."
The Ghost Lord's eyes emitted green flames again. He turned to the left, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of demon energy. He laughed sinisterly, "Wait for me for a moment. There is still a delicious food to eat!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his bony hand and pointed forward.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that the Parade of Hundred Ghosts in his hand vibrated with a buzzing sound. Countless sword wills gushed out and entered the Ghost Lord's finger through the air. They emitted a powerful green light and formed a dazzling cross at the tip of his finger.
After Mo Tu died, the demon energy on the three-headed and six-armed statue began to weaken. The demon light that covered Yang Qingxuan was also dispersing.
Although the whole hall was still shrouded in demon energy and the array was still operating, the vast demon energy was disappearing.
Zhong Jie was the most sensitive to demon energy. He was the first to sense the change. His eyes widened in shock, staring at the demon light, trying to see the situation inside. However, other than the surging demon clouds, he could not see anything else.
He could not help but sigh and give up again.
At this moment, a bright green light suddenly lit up in the inheritance demon light. It was like a star piercing the night sky, emitting a slender cross light that stretched across heaven and earth.
"What is this?!"
Everyone looked over in shock. The green cross light was completely different from the demon energy. It gave off a gloomy and terrifying feeling, like two crisscrossing swords that cut through the demon energy.
"Chi!"
At this moment, the green light flashed, and a powerful sword energy shot out from the center of the cross light.
Everyone only saw the sword energy shuttling back and forth, emitting a faint afterglow. It was so eye-catching in the dark demon energy.
Then, the sword energy hit the object in front of it, exploding into a dazzling light.
In the endless black demon energy, under the green light, everyone saw the object that the sword energy had cut through. It was Mo Tu's three-headed and six-armed statue.
Under the effect of the sword energy, the bronze statue's face became abnormally ferocious. Cracks appeared all over its body, spreading like a dark green spider web. The statue trembled and hummed, as if it was roaring unwillingly.
"This is … the statue … is broken?!"
Everyone stared at the cracked bronze statue in shock. Their faces were lifeless.
Lan Ningxu's eyes flickered. He chuckled softly, "A multiple-choice question turned into a question of death."
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