"How … how is this possible?!"
Zhong Jie was stunned, his brain short-circuiting as he lost the ability to think, "The inheritance … failed?"
"Boom!"
Countless green Sword Qi mixed with demonic light shot out from the Bronze Demon Statue, and it shattered with a bang.
Heaven and earth seemed to be silent for a moment, followed by a storm-like tremor.
The powerful demonic light instantly went out of control, turning into circles of black light that pierced through the world!
The entire hall was filled with a vast ancient sound, majestic and sorrowful, accompanied by the sound of croaking demonic spirits, like the passing of a king and the wailing of thousands of demons.
The faces of the cultivators in the hall instantly changed as they all fell into panic.
Under this sorrowful demonic sound, they didn't know what was waiting for them. They could only feel the birth of demonic spirits, the hall's artifacts surging, and the array formation loosening as if a great change was about to happen.
Zhong Jie immediately recovered after a brief moment of absent-mindedness, his eyes bursting with light, "The demonic energy left by Mo Tu has dissipated, if I don't cultivate now, when will I!?"
He suddenly made a grabbing motion with both hands, and a "gua gua" sound came from the front. The two Demonic Spirits were forcefully sucked over by him. With a clench of his five fingers, they shattered into pieces with a "bang" and were completely absorbed into his body.
Zhong Jie's face showed great joy, "It really is Mo Tu's remnant energy! The inheritance failed and the demonic energy dissipated, what a pity! Give it all to me! "
With that, he laughed wildly and stepped into the array formation. His ten fingers quickly formed a seal, and his wings suddenly spread out, turning into the ultimate form of a demon, desperately absorbing the surrounding demonic energy.
Four small vortexes immediately formed around him, and the demonic energy kept rushing into Zhong Jie's body, wrapping him up in an instant.
But Zhong Jie's eyes kept looking at the center of the hall.
In the center of the dark vortexes, there was a person who made his heart palpitate.
"Why did the inheritance fail?"
"Why did Mo Tu's power dissipate?"
"What was that green sword light that shattered the Three Heads and Six Arms Dharma Idol?"
"How is the green-toothed demon-masked man now?"
Questions lingered in Zhong Jie's mind, "Did the green-toothed demon-masked man refuse the inheritance and then shatter Lord Mo Tu's power?"
It seemed that only this speculation could perfectly explain the current situation.
But Zhong Jie shook her head desperately to get rid of this terrible thought. "It's too terrible. It can't be like this! His Excellency's demonic arts were passed down for tens of thousands of years. No one could reject it. Moreover, with the strength of that green-toothed devil-masked man, he's even weaker than me by a hair. How could he possibly shatter Mo Tu's inheritance? "
After Zhong Jie discarded the correct answer, she had thousands of guesses, but none of them seemed to make sense.
He gloomily stared at the center of the array formation, and the fear in his heart continued to deepen.
…
Yang Qingxuan stood at the center of the array, his eyes shining with golden light as he stared at the side of the hall.
The purpose of the Ghost Lord shattering the bronze statue, destroying the inheritance of the demonic light and the array sequence was to escape from the restriction and devour the Yama King who had been watching for a long time.
Amidst the clamor, in that inconspicuous corner, Xiao Suyang was twitching all over, trembling as if he had epilepsy. He was held in the hands of the Spirit Lord.
The young man's delicate face was covered with terrifying green spots. His eyes were wide open, like a dying fish. Countless Ghost Qi transformed into ferocious ghosts and burrowed into his body, gnawing at his flesh.
Wisps of soul light were being stripped out of Xiao Suyang's body by the Spirit Lord's secret technique.
Those soul wisps did not disperse, but turned into a huge demonic shadow in the sky, covering down and completely enveloping Xiao Suyang. It revealed the true form of the Yama King and automatically protected its master.
The Ghost Qi on Xiao Suyang's body was immediately suppressed by the Yama King. He let out a shrill scream and scattered in all directions.
His body was completely controlled by the Yama King. His aura instantly rose, and the bones and meridians in his body were shattered, but they were forcibly supported by the Yama King's soul light.
The Yama King seemed to have sensed his doom. His expression was ferocious, and his right arm swelled several times. Soul light flowed on it, condensing into the power of his fist.
"Blazing Underworld Mountain!" A fist smashed down fiercely, and the blood-red fist radiance gushed out like magma.
The Spirit Lord's evil face stretched out a scarlet tongue and licked its mouth, making a "tsk tsk" sound of excitement. At the same time, it raised its right hand, and above the pitch-black finger bones, a sword shadow was formed, gushing out a strong Ghost Qi.
In an instant, a hundred ghosts screamed, and a chilly wind swept across.
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed abruptly. He raised his sword, and only saw the sword vibrating and vibrating. Rings of sword intent rippled out, and a blood-red cold light lit up.
Then, the terrifying sword intent and Ghost Qi were transmitted to the sword shadow above the Spirit Lord, forming a huge eerie Ghost Sword. It was the projection of the Hundred Ghosts Parade.
The ghost fire in the Spirit Lord's eyes shrank. The Ghost Sword spun in the air, spreading a fierce soul light, and slashed wildly.
"Boom!"
The pitch-black sword radiance slashed at the Yama King's fist, and a large amount of terrifying energy exploded. The Devil Qi and Ghost Qi scattered and intertwined, and countless malicious ghosts were annihilated in it, drilling into the Yama King's body.
The red fist radiance collapsed, and the Yama King's expression became absent-minded.
"Jie Jie, Jie Jie!"
The Spirit Lord laughed wildly, opened its mouth wide, and bit down.
"Bang!"
Half of the Yama King's head was bitten off by the Spirit Lord. His entire upper body was compressed into a line by the secret technique, and was constantly sucked into the Spirit Lord's mouth.
Xiao Suyang's body trembled again as if he had epilepsy.
But soon, as the Yama King was completely absorbed by the Spirit Lord, Xiao Suyang's body also stopped trembling, and fell to the ground powerlessly. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"Hahahaha!"
The Spirit Lord laughed strangely, smacked its mouth in satisfaction, and disappeared in a flash.
Yang Qingxuan's expression suddenly changed, and instantly felt an extremely strong pressure coming from across the air. He quickly raised the Hundred Ghosts Parade in front of him, and a sword aura spread out, turning into a semicircular enchantment, blocking in front of him.
On the opposite side, a green light flashed, and the Spirit Lord's figure appeared. The ghost fire in its hollow eyes was burning, and a strong aura spread out from its body.
Yang Qingxuan stood with his sword, and confronted the Spirit Lord with cold eyes.
The green fire in the ghost's eyes emitted a faint light, as if showing the Spirit Lord's emotions, hesitation.
The Spirit Lord's face changed greatly again, and there were red and blue engravings on its huge body. The evil aura inside was surging, and its body was almost solid. Thousands of Devil Qi were inspired by it, swirling around its body.
"Hehe."
The green fire in the Spirit Lord's eyes suddenly condensed, and it laughed dryly.
The evil aura on its body stopped, and its state of mind was restored to a peaceful state of mind.
The Spirit Lord glanced at the Hundred Ghosts Parade in Yang Qingxuan's hand, and grinned, saying, "Don't worry. My reputation has always been very high. I have to digest the food now, so don't call me for the time being. "
With that, its figure flashed, and it turned into a green light, rushing into the sword and disappearing.
Yang Qingxuan felt the terrible power in the sword, and hurriedly loosened his five fingers, sending the Hundred Ghosts Parade back to the sword tomb.
On the boundless sword tomb, a green light flashed, and a huge ferocious ghost head sword shadow appeared from the void, plunging straight into the ground.
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