In Ling Xiao's opinion, the body of the Plague Demon King was more valuable than any treasure.
As long as he obtained this body, his 《Nine Devil Divine Arts》 would be considered to have been completed by one-tenth.
Why one-tenth?
Not one-ninth?
That was because, according to Ling Xiao's deduction, after the 《Nine Devil Divine Arts》 was promoted, he estimated that he would need to obtain the body of the True Devil Supreme Lord to be able to forge a truly complete version of the divine arts.
"This king will fight it out with you! Even if my strength is inferior to yours, I will still perish together with you!
"The Plague Demon King was completely enraged.
He did not expect that when he begged for mercy in a low voice, he would actually receive such a sentence. He could not live, and he absolutely could not let Ling Xiao live.
In that instant, the giant abyss mouth behind him appeared once again, and it opened its mouth to continuously absorb the plague in the entire Plague Valley.
At this time, the Northern Han garrison outside the valley was surprised to find that the plague in the Plague Valley was continuously shrinking. The thick fog gradually dispersed, revealing everything in the valley.
"Could it be that the masters of the Yuehua School have succeeded?"
"Great, this valley is finally saved. We don't have to stay in this gloomy and damned place all day!"
The plague in the Plague Valley retreated very quickly. In almost an instant, it merged into the abyss mouth of the Plague Demon King.
Then, a dark green ball emitting a green light appeared in the giant mouth.
Ling Xiao could feel that this dark green ball had condensed the plague power of the entire valley, and it was terrifyingly powerful.
Therefore, when the opponent was accumulating power, he was not idle.
The Ice Dragon Sword appeared in his hand.
A ball of Qi continuously condensed on the sword blade.
"Gagaga, go to hell, go to hell, let's perish together!"
After a moment, the Plague Demon King let out an ear-piercing laughter, and the dark green ball shot out from the giant abyss mouth. With an aura that could destroy everything, it attacked Ling Xiao.
"Is that so? I want to see who will die! "
Ling Xiao slowly raised the Ice Dragon Sword, and poured all of the Moon True Essence from Wanghan Tianzun into it.
The ultimate move of the 《Snow Lotus Sword Arts》 — — Blizzard!
All this time, Ling Xiao had never given up on comprehending the last move of the Snow Lotus Sword Technique. When he left the Yuehua School, he had already mastered the last move.
After coming to the Valley of Plagues and gaining experience from the battles, he was able to complete this move to near 90%.
Although he hadn't fully comprehended it yet.
However, he firmly believed that this move would be more terrifying than any of the previous moves.
The reason why he didn't incorporate the power of Celestial Phenomenon was mainly because he wasn't skilled enough in controlling this move. Instead, it would lead to unnecessary changes.
Furthermore, this move was more than enough to deal with the Pestilence Demon King's desperate move.
This was the Ice Storm in the human dragon form!
In an instant, the scenery of the entire underground palace changed completely. Cold winds howled and snow dragons danced in the air. It was as if it had turned into a scene of the end of winter.
The moment the sword pierced out, it was as if he could see the nightmarish scene of a terrifying snowstorm wreaking havoc in the entire world, destroying everything.
Boom!
The ice storm met the dark green sphere.
In the blink of an eye, countless cracks appeared on the sphere, and it turned into dust.
After shattering the dark green sphere, the ice storm continued to sweep through everything in its path. Everywhere it passed, it was a mess. Everything was frozen or destroyed.
Fortunately, this place was far from where Shangguan Lei was hiding and there were no slaves. Otherwise, those people would have died.
This was the Ice Storm, a terrifying move!
"No —!"
The Pestilence Demon King wanted to escape. Unfortunately, it was useless. The Ice Storm seemed slow, but its range was too large. Before he could get close, there was a terrifying suction force pulling the Pestilence Demon King's body towards the center of the Ice Storm.
He couldn't escape.
Buzz ~ ~
Ah ~ ~
The sound of the violent wind was mixed with the continuous screams, forming a terrifying melody.
After a full ten breaths, the Ice Storm gradually subsided.
A dark green crystal fell to the ground and was swallowed by the shadow behind Ling Xiao.
"I didn't expect the Pestilence Demon King's body to be such a crystal."
After killing the Pestilence Demon King in one move, Ling Xiao didn't relax at all.
The Pestilence Demon King, whose cultivation had recovered to the early stage of the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer, had caused such a huge massacre.
What about the other eight Demon Kings?
And each Demon King had seventy-two Demon Generals under their command!
Where were they now?
To what extent they had recovered, there was no way to know.
This feeling made him feel a little powerless.
After all, if he wanted to save the world by himself, he was still too weak. Perhaps the human race would continue to produce outstanding geniuses.
The Heavenly Dragon Continent he lived in was still too small, too weak!
"Master!"
Suddenly, the dark green shadow behind him spoke.
A Martial Spirit that could speak?
This was an "Out of Body" level Martial Spirit!
Ling Xiao didn't expect that after devouring the Pestilence Demon King's body, his Pestilence Demon King Martial Spirit would advance to the third level — "Out of Body".
Remnant Soul, Perfect Soul, Out of Body, and even higher realms.
It wasn't easy to cultivate a Martial Spirit.
Once one entered the Out of Body level, one still needed to cultivate continuously, reaching a total of nine stages — one breath, one minute, one hour, one hour, one day, one week, one month, one season, and one year.
Ling Xiao's current Pestilence Demon King Martial Spirit should belong to the "one minute" stage of the Out of Body realm.
The so-called one minute was sixty breaths.
This was a way of dividing time in the Mystic World.
In other words, the Martial Spirit could be out of body for at least sixty breaths, which was one minute.
After an Out of Body Martial Spirit, not only could it still improve the cultivator's strength in all aspects, it could also fight on its own. This was completely different from the Perfect Soul stage.
"Oh, that's great. Since you can speak, it's convenient. Where is the Pestilence Demon King's treasure? Also, he seemed to have said something before he died. What did he say? What did he mean? "
Ling Xiao asked excitedly.
Originally, he was thinking about how to search this underground palace to see if he could find the Pestilence Demon King's treasure.
Now, it was much easier.
"Of course, master, please follow me!"
The Pestilence Demon King Martial Spirit actually flew in front of Ling Xiao.
While heading towards the Pestilence Demon King's treasure, the Pestilence Demon King Martial Spirit continued: "Before he died, the Pestilence Demon King shouted out four words in fear: 'Immemorial Martial Spirit'!"
"Immemorial Martial Spirit? What does that mean? "
Ling Xiao asked in confusion.
The Pestilence Demon King Martial Spirit explained: "Immemorial Martial Spirits are Martial Spirits passed down from the Immemorial Era, so they usually carry the aura and inheritance of the Immemorial Era's Martial Spirit. Once obtained, it's even more terrifying and powerful than an Awakened Martial Spirit"
"Oh? The Pestilence Demon King probably mistook the Immemorial Golden Dragon's aura in my body for an Immemorial Martial Spirit. "
Ling Xiao silently thought.
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