Who would listen to the Star Palace now that a Saint artifact had appeared? Everyone cursed in their hearts, "Idiot!"
Suddenly, everyone rushed toward the Saint artifact with all their might.
Yang Wuxin's face turned ugly as he shouted, "Lu Yifan, go get the Myriad Demon Painting!"
His figure flashed, and sword Qi shot out from his fingertips, killing a large number of Demon Spirits as he rushed toward the Imperial Punishment Saber.
At this moment, there were many Demon Spirits, and the entire void was in chaos. However, there were still many weak cultivators who did not even have the strength to protect themselves.
Yang Qingxuan said worriedly, "Du Ruo, Kong Ling, go protect Hua Qinling."
Then, he took out White Abyss and charged toward the Myriad Demon Painting.
Large numbers of Demon Spirits were turned into ashes by the halberd. The Soul-Devouring Golden Demon was frantically devouring Soul Stones.
Ah'Bao followed beside Yang Qingxuan. He gathered his strength into his finger and attacked.
"Boom!"
A hundred feet of space was pierced through, and all the Demon Spirits in the way exploded.
Yang Qingxuan slashed with his halberd again, creating a strong gale that shattered the void.
"Boom!"
A path to the Myriad Demon Painting was paved under his feet.
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward with his halberd. The Demon Spirits that did not have intelligence felt fear from the bottom of their hearts and did not dare to step forward.
Many martial artists had gathered around the Heavenly Demon Portrait. They were originally fighting, but at this moment, they all stopped and stared at Yang Qingxuan with fear. They were actually afraid of him.
There were a few warriors who wanted to retreat, but when they glanced at the Imperial Punishment Desolate Saber, there were even more warriors gathering there, and the fight was even more intense. They gathered their courage and clenched their ten fingers tightly, calming themselves down.
The Imperial Punishment Saber and the Heavenly Demon Painting. The former was more in line with everyone's taste of Saint artifacts. The Heavenly Demon Painting was very strange, and its demonic light filled the sky. It made people instinctively fear and retreat.
Therefore, the number of cultivators who fought for the Heavenly Demon Painting was less than one-third of the number who fought for the Imperial Punishment Saber.
There were even more cultivators who knew their limits and took a step back. In the endless sea of weapons, they searched for weapons that were suitable for them or had a higher value.
"I want this Myriad Demon Diagram. Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward with his halberd. The power of the Kongfa Realm spread out from his body. White Abyss flashed with a sharp battle light, and ripples spread out. Every step he took was burning with battle flames.
The faces of those martial artists who were originally fighting changed as they retreated one after another.
The courage that they had just mustered was shattered by this strong battle intent. Their faces turned pale as they sighed in their hearts. They had already lost before the battle even started.
Gongshu Qing was also in the crowd, his face flickering with an expression of extreme struggle.
Others might not recognize the Heavenly Demon Diagram, but he did.
In the journal of the Gongshu family, there was a detailed explanation of the Heavenly Demon Diagram, which was left behind by a senior of the Gongshu family.
At this moment, there were three Dao Realm puppets in front of him: Mechanical Falcon, Battle Wolf, and Sky Eagle. They were all emitting powerful auras. Gongshu Qing was struggling internally.
Yang Qingxuan's cold eyes fell on Gongshu Qing, the corners of his mouth curling up into a cold sneer.
Gongshu Qing's body trembled. His mind instantly became clear. Thinking of the horror of this fiend in front of him, he shouted inwardly, "Damn it! Why am I standing on the opposite side of this fiend? I'm courting death! " He hurriedly ordered the three puppets to retreat, not daring to block the edge of the light.
When the crowd saw that Gongshu Qing had left, their hearts of dao were shaken, and they all retreated.
Yang Qingxuan took a few steps forward and arrived in front of the Heavenly Demon Diagram. Immediately, he saw a figure with black and white hair. He said coldly, "You want to fight with me?"
Lu Yifan clenched his fists, and a silver-gray helmet appeared. Soul light surged out from his body and covered his body. He said in a deep voice, "What harm is there in fighting?!"
"Boom!"
A huge fist force burst out from Lu Yifan's hands, directly pressing the space into two nebulae. His figure flashed, and he appeared above Yang Qingxuan's head and fiercely attacked!
"Illusory Sea Fist!"
"Boom!"
The place where Yang Qingxuan was standing was immediately smashed into pieces. The space quickly compressed under Lu Yifan's fists, forming a huge vortex. Endless power madly poured into it, crushing everything!
"This level of power can't even be broken by the Divine Transformation Dao Form! From the Heavenly Consort Academy until now, I've been able to defeat you again and again. From now on, you won't be able to stop me!
A blinding light surged out from the vortex, followed by the appearance of the White Abyss Halberd. It slashed in all directions, and every ray of light tore the fist force apart. Lu Yifan's nebula quickly became full of cracks.
Lu Yifan's expression changed greatly, and he stared in front of him in shock.
In the center of the vortex, the figure holding the halberd appeared, and a ray of white light like a rainbow slashed across the sky.
"Shocking the Nine Heavens!"
"Boom!"
The entire nebula was instantly shattered, and the halberd's light ruthlessly pierced through the Illusory Sea Fist. The powerful tearing force blasted Lu Yifan's body, and he was instantly covered in wounds, turning into a bloody man.
"Pfft!"
Lu Yifan's meridians were torn apart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating several steps in the void.
Yang Qingxuan's cold gaze swept across the Myriad Demons Diagram, and he said in a cold voice, "Who else wants to die?!"
Everyone who heard this retreated, and they were all shocked and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan withdraw his gaze, and it fell on the Myriad Demons Diagram, and he reached out to grab it.
The "Demon" character on the diagram was monstrous, and it spread out circles of strange light, blocking his hand.
Yang Qingxuan changed his hand into a seal, and a purple flame condensed at the tip of his finger, slashing out like a knife.
"Chi!"
A hole was immediately cut in the demonic light, and Yang Qingxuan clenched his five fingers, and a ball of purple flame burst out from his palm, spreading in all directions.
The Myriad Demons Diagram suddenly shook, and the "Demon" character on it trembled violently, and a powerful force was released, wanting to counterattack the purple flame.
Yang Qingxuan put away the halberd, and made a seal with one hand. Countless time gears appeared in the air, slowing down the speed.
Then, Yang Qingxuan turned his hand and slapped at the "Demon" character, and his palm was the Destruction Truth Jade Seal. The demonic light suddenly stagnated, suppressed by the jade seal's aura.
Yang Qingxuan's hand finally touched the Myriad Demons Diagram, and he grabbed it and put it into his Star Ring.
After doing all this, the time gears could no longer be maintained, and they shattered one by one in the air, and the rules of time immediately returned to normal.
In everyone's eyes, the Myriad Demons Diagram disappeared in an instant, and they were all shocked. "What's going on? How can it be so fast?! "
As soon as Yang Qingxuan put away the Myriad Demons Diagram, the whole space lost the illumination of the demonic light, and it instantly darkened.
Those suppressed weapons and demonic spirits all shouted excitedly.
Countless demonic spirits rushed over with bared fangs and brandished claws.
Yang Qingxuan took out the halberd again and slashed in the distance. "Boom!" The halberd light shattered hundreds of demonic spirits, and a large number of scores sounded in his mind.
At this moment, dozens of powerful auras suddenly came over, and demonic flames surged to the sky.
Everyone felt it, and they were all shocked.
"Is Mo Tu still not dead?"
Even the people who were fighting for the Punishment Desolate Saber couldn't help but look at the void.
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