After doing all this, he was drenched in cold sweat.
It was as if he had just escaped from a life and death situation.
Yang Qingxuan looked at Lan Ningxu with a complicated expression and said, "Thank you." After a pause, he asked, "Your Infinite Replication, is it Tan …"
Lan Ningxu smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. Otherwise, where would I get this Spirit Martial Art?"
"Ah, damn it!"
Yang Qingxuan was furious. The gratitude in his heart was gone. His eyes were filled with anger and killing intent. He wanted to punch Lan Ningxu's evil face.
Lan Ningxu smiled. "I dug this Spirit Martial Art out from a declining low-level continent and cultivated it. In the end, I restored the Infinite Replication. Isn't this a great contribution to the martial arts of the human race? With such a contribution, what's the big deal about sacrificing some underlings? "
Yang Qingxuan said angrily, "One day, you will pay the price for your indulgence!"
"Oh?" Lan Ningxu smiled and said, "I really want to see that day come. Maybe it will be interesting."
Yang Qingxuan was speechless. He didn't know how to refute.
Lan Ningxu had just saved him once. He couldn't beat her or scold her. What was worse was that he couldn't beat her at all.
Yang Qingxuan stood there in a daze.
"Demon Stones! Demon Stones! My demon stones! "
Zhong Jie saw that the demon stones were gone. He rushed over like a madman. He jumped up, grabbed his battle saber, and slashed down!
Saber Qi spread out, and the surrounding demonic aura was sucked in. Red patterns lit up on the demonic saber. It was as beautiful as blood. He slashed down with endless killing intent.
Lan Ningxu raised her hand. Soul light appeared behind her and condensed into Yan Jun's shadow.
"Blazing Underworld Mountain!"
Yan Jun's arm swelled several times and exploded with terrifying energy. As he punched, a red fist aura poured out like fire.
"Bang!" The saber aura hit the fist and shattered the space. Black cracks spread under the saber.
However, it could not shake the power of Yan Jun at all, and it was difficult for him to advance any further.
The crazed look in Zhong Jie's eyes gradually sobered up as the Demon Stone disappeared. The frenzied emotions in his body gradually subsided after he slashed out with his saber.
Very quickly, Zhong Jie's heart shook violently, and her temperament recovered instantly.
The four black pupils constricted at the same time. They stared calmly at the Yama King under the blade and then at Lan Ningxu, revealing suspicious and serious expressions.
"Interesting."
Zhong Jie regained her arrogant and domineering demeanor and said coldly.
However, the Devil Saber in his hand did not retract. Instead, it pressed down even harder. Under Yan Jun's palm, the red light continued to shatter.
Lan Ningxu was a Top One Thousand Martial Artist. She was not well-known, but she had such strength. This made Zhong Jie very surprised. Therefore, she purposely increased the strength of her saber, wanting to test Lan Ningxu's strength.
However, no matter how much he tried to increase his strength, he could only partially dissolve the Yama King's soul power and was unable to repel it. His expression changed drastically.
"The fun has only just begun."
Lan Ningxu smiled, but her face was a little pale.
When he had just used Yesterday Once More, he had consumed too much of his Quintessential Essence. His body could not bear it any longer.
"The fun?"
Zhong Jie and Yang Qingxuan both frowned.
Especially Yang Qingxuan. He knew that Lan Ningxu would not say this for no reason. She must be referring to something.
At this moment, a bronze roar came from under the ground.
Boom! Boom!
It was the sound of bronze cracking!
"How could this be?!"
Zhong Jie was horrified. The spiritual pressure from his saber and Lan Ningxu's palm surged in all directions, tearing the hall apart!
"Impossible! This hall itself … is a Half-Saint artifact! "
Zhong Jie screamed in horror. His face was blank.
Lan Ningxu smiled and said, "So what if it's a Half-Saint artifact? Even if it's a Saint artifact, it can still break. Don't underestimate yourself. You're very good. "
"Tsk!"
Zhong Jie naturally did not believe Lan Ningxu's nonsense. However, it was an indisputable fact that the hall was in a state of collapse.
"Boom!"
The spiritual pressure from the confrontation between the two of them tore the ground apart again.
Countless demonic auras gushed out from the cracks in the ground and turned into strange demonic lights, illuminating the dark hall into a cold and gloomy color.
Everyone was shocked. They could finally see the scene in the hall clearly.
The nebula-like array was losing control and was in the process of disintegration. The impregnable bronze hall was already full of cracks.
"The sacred hall … is going to collapse?"
Everyone was horrified. They saw the countless Demonic Spirits floating in the hall running around in panic, letting out a large number of "Gua Gua" sounds.
Yang Wuxin's cold gaze swept across the hall. He shouted, "Lu Yifan, Xu Weilong, Feng Yanran, Xiao Suyang, Dongfang Ying!"
Lu Yifan's figure flashed and appeared behind Yang Wuxin. He stared at the confrontation between Zhong Jie and Lan Ningxu with shock and fear.
Then, two figures flashed and landed behind Yang Wuxin. They were Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran. Both of them were in good condition. Their bodies were covered with demonic patterns and did not look like they had just been seriously injured.
Yang Wuxin said in shock, "You guys …"
Xu Weilong cupped his fists and said, "Boss, although we failed to accept the inheritance, the demonic blood in our bodies was completely activated. Under Mo Tu's energy riot just now, we obtained tremendous benefits. Feng Yanran and I have already improved further, stepping into peak Divine Transformation great circle. We're just a step away from Extreme Dao Realm."
Feng Yanran's face revealed a cold look. She raised her chin proudly, recovering that graceful and graceful demeanor.
"Haha, good, good!"
Yang Wuxin had a hideous grin on his face as he glanced at the Xiao Suyang sprawled on the ground in the distance. Not moving, he was most likely dead already.
Since he was dead, he could not be bothered to care anymore.
As for Dongfang Ying, after having an arm chopped off by Shi Yuyan, she fled without a trace.
Xu Weilong said, "Boss, what do we do now?"
Yang Wuxin stared at the few people in the center of the hall and said in a solemn voice, "Don't act rashly first. Wait for the opportunity. Let them dogfight for a while first, then we'll come out and clean up the mess. "
"Okay!"
Xu Weilong answered. This was indeed the best strategy.
Now that the hall was collapsing, no one knew what would happen next.
Bang!
Zhong Jie no longer cared about confronting Lan Ningxu. The demonic saber flashed and retracted, holding it in front of him to protect. Then, his divine sense swept out in all directions.
Not just the ground, the four bronze walls, even the dome, started showing large areas of cracks.
Those 36 bronze demon statues each revealed sorrowful looks. The bronze on their bodies also peeled off piece by piece and disintegrated.
Right at this time, specks of fluorescent light emerged from the cracked ground. Like fireflies in the dark night, and also like stars in the sky, shining with a breathtaking brilliance.
"That is …!"
Yang Qingxuan revolved his Fiery Eyes and looked at the cracks in the ground. Inside each speck of light seemed to contain abundant power.
Suddenly, with a swoosh, a speck of lustrous light seemed to have been activated, shooting out of the abyss in the ground, rushing straight for the hall. A powerful ancient sound reverberated out following.
Vast and mighty, it was like a magnificent army traversing time and space.
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