Chen Tianshu was speechless, not knowing how to refute.
Yang Qingxuan continued, "Otherwise, why would Master give such a precious treasure to a disciple so easily?"
Chen Tianshu said, "Because I'm the most talented, what's wrong with giving it to me?"
Yang Qingxuan sneered, "My talent is no worse than yours, why give it to you and not me?"
Chen Tianshu said angrily, "You shameless thing!"
Yang Qingxuan snorted, "You're the shameless one."
Chen Tianshu cupped his fists respectfully at the library, "Elder, you can take us down first, then you'll be able to distinguish the real from the fake, lest this kid takes the opportunity to escape."
Yang Qingxuan thought, "Oh no, if it's really the Demon Palace Elder inside, and he does this, I'll be in trouble."
At this moment, a mocking sneer came from the top floor of the library, "Two idiots, so noisy, looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet."
Both of them were startled.
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, he already recognized Wei Qing's voice, but just as he was about to get closer, a demonic light flashed at the top of the library, and a huge crescent-shaped slash came directly at them.
Chen Tianshu shouted in horror, "Nine Revolutions Demonic Origin Art! Elder, don't! "
The demonic light slash did not distinguish between them, directly targeting the two of them, and fell in an instant.
Yang Qingxuan felt goosebumps all over, he shouted, and used all the strength he had just recovered, his right hand grasping, and the Dragon Power Iron Mace fell into his hand, and he swung it out.
The iron mace shook in the air, and turned into a Black Dragon, roaring and baring its fangs and claws.
Chen Tianshu unfolded the white banner in his hand, and a divine light suddenly shone, protecting his body.
"Boom!"
The two of them took the blow head-on, both of them spitting out blood, and were sent flying.
"Wah! — — "
Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his meridians were shattered again.
Chen Tianshu's entire body was convulsing as he lay on the ground, struggling desperately to suppress the Demonic Qi surging out of his body.
The Ancient Glass Banner had fallen far away. He crawled over with all his might, hoping to borrow the power of the banner to save his life.
Wei Qing's mocking voice came from within the library. "What bullshit genius? Be quiet for this King. If you make any more noise, I'll send you on your way."
Both of them felt bitter in their hearts. They looked at each other and felt extremely depressed.
Wei Qing's eyes flashed. He looked at the weapons on the ground and said, "These two things are not bad. This King wants them."
He reached out and grabbed at the void.
Chen Tianshu's Ancient Glass Banner and Yang Qingxuan's Dragon Mace flew into the library.
"My banner …"
Chen Tianshu shrieked in horror. He was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
His face was filled with fear. Without the Ancient Glaze Banner, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to suppress his own [Soldier Release]. Then, he would really be dead.
Although Yang Qingxuan was also extremely depressed, he was much better than Chen Tianshu.
After figuring out that it was Wei Qing in the library, as long as he didn't provoke him and kept quiet, he would naturally be fine. Now, the only thing he had to worry about was when the people from the Gilded Gold Palace would return.
The two of them had completely opposite thoughts. One hoped that the experts from the palace would come back to save his life, while the other hoped that they wouldn't come back so early. Otherwise, he would be dead.
Moreover, the two of them had already eaten most of the top-grade heavenly treasures to heal their injuries. Now, they were only left with some second-grade treasures. However, they couldn't care less and kept stuffing them into their mouths.
Several hours later, Yang Qingxuan's injuries were basically suppressed.
Chen Tianshu, on the other hand, was getting worse and worse. The power to suppress those demons gradually lost its effect. He entered [Soldier Release], and his face was filled with despair.
At this moment, the demonic clouds in the sky rolled, and a huge vortex appeared. Unimaginably terrifying demonic qi poured down.
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed greatly. Just this pressure alone was enough to intimidate him. The internal injuries that were recovering in his body were torn apart again. His face became pale.
Dust flew in all directions, and demonic qi rolled in all directions.
Chen Tianshu's face lit up in despair. He was filled with the desire to live. As long as Dongguo Sheng came back, he would be saved.
Yang Qingxuan looked over with his Fiery Golden Eyes. Suddenly, an extremely strong golden light burst out from the rolling demonic qi, piercing his eyes.
He couldn't help but blink. He saw that the golden light had already arrived in front of him and turned into a figure.
"Formless Demon Xun!"
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed greatly. He couldn't care less about healing his injuries. He hurriedly got up and fled into the distance.
At this moment, Formless Demon Xun's body was emitting a holy light without a trace of demonic qi. It should be the Formless Heavenly King's Dharma Idol.
After Chen Tianshu saw this person clearly, his body trembled. His last bit of hope was shattered, and he fell into despair.
Formless Demon Xun glanced at the two, especially at Yang Qingxuan. His pupils shrank, and he snorted. "What a coincidence. My Indra should be returned to me."
He reached out and grabbed.
Yang Qingxuan had just fled a few dozen miles when he was dragged back and fell in front of Formless Demon Xun.
Yang Qingxuan hurriedly said, "That Indra has always wanted to return to you, sir. But you have thousands of Dharma Idols and dare not return it."
Yang Qingxuan saw that Formless Demon Xun was calm and was covered in holy light. He was familiar with this feeling. It was the power of the Formless Buddha's Sutra of Vows. He thought that he might be able to save his life if he handed over the Indra.
He immediately explained, took out the Indra, and handed it over with both hands.
Although he was very unwilling, no matter how strong the weapon was, it was nothing compared to his life.
"You know how to talk."
Formless Mo Xun reached out his hand and grabbed the Indra Rao. He clenched his hand and the nine rings clanged happily. Feeling the power and aura of the rings, Formless Mo Xun was filled with joy and reminiscence.
Yang Qingxuan asked carefully, "Can I go now?"
Formless Demon Xun smiled faintly and said, "Yes, but can you leave?"
Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically. He looked up and saw the demonic clouds above the planet tumbling, and countless vortexes of various sizes were rushing down.
Within each vortex, there was a powerful figure that was traveling through time and space to arrive.
They were the cultivators under the Gilded Gold Demon Palace and their subordinates. They were at least Lords of a Thousand Realms. There were more than a hundred of them, and they were all rushing toward the Demon Palace.
Yang Qingxuan made a prompt decision. His figure flickered, and he landed in front of Chen Tianshu. He took out his halberd and pointed it at Chen Tianshu.
"Stop!"
A furious roar could be heard.
Yang Qingxuan only felt the demonic Qi in his face. The powerful impact almost sent him flying.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly spun his halberd, and a huge radiance burst out. He shouted, "If you don't want him to die, stop!"
Only then did the aura stop. Ten feet in front of them, an old man with long brown hair appeared. His face was thin, and his face was full of anger. He stared at Yang Qingxuan and Chen Tianshu in disbelief.
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