I just traveled through time and you told me that Taoism is gone?

"Ten Thousand Demonic Axes?"

Zhao Xuanling frowned slightly, looking at the giant ax in King Beitian's hand that had lost its dark skin and was shining with a strange red light, and said curiously.

For some reason, after the giant ax changed its skin, Zhao Xuanling looked at the blood-red color wrapped around the ax and felt as if something was suppressing him in his heart, making him very uncomfortable.

"It's actually the Ten Thousand Demonic Axe? This is going to be very difficult."

An older corpse hunter in the Tiangang Alliance looked at the giant ax in the hand of Beitian King and muttered with worry.

Some of the older people in the Tiangang League looked at the giant ax with a hint of surprise on their faces. It seemed that they all knew what the Ten Thousand Demon Ax was and how terrifying it was.

On the contrary, the young people in the Tiangang Alliance were confused. They had never even heard of the Ten Thousand Demonic Axes.

"Senior brother, what is this Ten Thousand Demonic Axe?"

Yuan Guan also didn't understand the Ten Thousand Demonic Axe, so he looked at Yuantong with some doubts and asked.

But at this time, Yuantong's eyes looking at Zhao Xuanling were full of gloating, and the playful smile at the corner of his mouth was not concealed at all.

"This Ten Thousand Demon Ax is one of the three great artifacts of the Ghost Clan. I didn't expect it to be in the hands of King Beitian. I misjudged it before and thought it was just an ordinary axe."

Yuantong smiled and said:

"The only thing Zhao Xuanling was able to suppress the Northern King before was the magical sword move just now. That sword move did have the effect of suppressing the ghost energy, but as soon as the Ten Thousand Demonic Axe came out, the little Taoist priest was dead."

"Is this Ten Thousand Demon Ax so powerful?"

After hearing this, Yuan Guan was a little unconvinced. The Beitian King was close to the Ghost King and there was nothing he could do against Zhao Xuanling. It was just a weapon. Could it be possible that the situation could be reversed?

"Haha, of course it's powerful. Zhao Xuanling's Taoist sword moves can suppress ghost energy, but not demonic energy. This Ten Thousand Demon Axe is a thing of the ancient demon clan. Let's put it this way, my magic wand is useless in front of this Ten Thousand Demon Axe. neither."

Yuantong said with a sneer, his eyes full of sarcasm, and he looked at Zhao Xuanling as if he were looking at a dead person.

Yuantong was also a little relieved when he saw that the weapon in Beitianwang's hand was actually the Ten Thousand Demon Axe.

If he couldn't catch the top three artifacts of the ghost clan, Zhao Xuanling would definitely not be able to catch them either.

It's not that I am incompetent, but that this Ten Thousand Demonic Ax is too powerful.

Besides, he was still standing here intact, while Zhao Xuanling was about to become a dead man.

Everything is developing for the better now, and Yuantong can't help but feel better.

"what?"

Yuan Guan's eyes widened when he heard this. The magic wand held by his senior brother was ranked high among Buddhist weapons. It was more than 10,000 times more powerful than ordinary weapons, and it was still here. It’s all bullshit in front of Wan Mo Ax, isn’t it? So what exactly does this Ten Thousand Demonic Ax exist?

Thinking of this, Yuan Guan stopped asking questions and looked at Zhao Xuanling with a joking look in his eyes with some sympathy.

At this time, the giant ax in King Beitian's hand has been completely wrapped in red light. The red light is wrapped around the entire ax body, as if magma is flowing, and it is like bright red blood, continuously spreading along the ax handle and up and down the ax blade. Yes, it's so amazing.

There were also dense runes faintly visible on the ax blade. Even if Zhao Xuanling, who was familiar with ancient and modern books, observed repeatedly, he could not see anything interesting at all.

"Little Taoist priest, you are lucky today. Let me show you the power of this King's Ten Thousand Demonic Axe!"

"drink!"

The Northern King had a ferocious smile on his face, and suddenly shouted loudly, and swung the giant ax in his hand towards the surrounding white lines with a monstrous heat wave.

The giant ax swung through the air, and the sound of tearing through the air was like the screams of innocent souls, which made people's scalp numb.

The temperature of the place where the ax blade passed rose sharply, and a strong death aura also spread. Although the white line formed by the concentration of sword energy was extremely strong, it did not last long under the chop of the Ten Thousand Demonic Axe, and was melted away by the high temperature in a moment.

Zhao Xuanling couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw that the Six Illusions of Phoenix Dance he had cast was broken.

Although Zhao Xuanling was a little surprised, he was not too surprised. It would be really unbelievable if a powerful ghost clan such as Beitian Wang really died under his own attack.

Looking at the disappearing white line, Beitianwang smiled with satisfaction, casually put the giant ax on his shoulder, and raised its big head at Zhao Xuanling, very proud.

Zhao Xuanling curled his lips and said:

"Being able to break my Fengwu Sixth Illusion, your strength has indeed increased a lot. Based on your strength that day, this blow would have been enough to kill you."

"Hmph! Boy, you underestimate me too much. Do you really think that I, the King of the North, got my title through the back door? Then the King of Japan's strength has been sealed, so I don't bother to tangle with you. Do you really think that I got this title through the back door? Is the king afraid of you?"

King Beitian shouted angrily upon hearing this.

Zhao Xuanling curled his lips and nodded in disbelief.

"But there are not many people that I can take seriously. I have to say that you are much better than those losers."

King Beitian snorted again, looked at the people in the Tiangang Alliance behind the light curtain, and said disdainfully.

"Don't compare me to those losers."

Zhao Xuanling frowned impatiently, raised the Longquan Sword and pointed it directly at Beitianwang, and said with a serious expression:

"Even if you defeat my sword move, the result today will not change in any way. Today! You! You will die!"

Zhao Xuanling said it categorically every word. He swore in front of his master's grave that he, Zhao Xuanling, would annihilate the ghost clan. Today's Northern King is his first step!

"Hahahahaha..."

Hearing this, King Beitian laughed loudly and said:

"You really don't take me seriously. That's all. I've had enough fun, so I'll send you to meet your fellow disciples!"

After saying that, King Beitian put away his smile, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Blood Prison!"

I saw King Beitian gently scratching the ground with the Ten Thousand Demons Ax, and a blood-red ax mark appeared on the ground out of thin air.

The blood-red ax mark appeared, but before Zhao Xuanling could react, it began to extend infinitely along the ground, reaching Zhao Xuanling's feet in just two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red red light shot straight into the sky, completely surrounding Zhao Xuanling and Beitian Wang.

All the surrounding scenes were blocked by this red light. At this time, Zhao Xuanling was trapped in a world full of blood-red.

At this time, everyone outside could not see Zhao Xuanling and Beitian Wang.

In the center of the battlefield, what was replaced was a blood-red light shield with a diameter of tens of meters, making it impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside.

"How is this going?"

Everyone present started talking. The sudden appearance of the huge blood shield made everyone feel a little surprised. Now they couldn't see whether Zhao Xuanling lost or won.

The little guy was also very anxious at this time. He kept circling around the big blood-red cover and kept mumbling:

"Dad...Dad..."