Sword Breaks Nine Heavens

The original Taihao Martial God was a little desperate, his eyes were dim.

Suddenly hearing Ji Tianxing's words, his energy was shocked, and his eyes brightened.

With the fire of hope glowing in his heart, he quickly bowed to Ji Tianxing and thanked him sincerely.

"Master Sword God, you are indeed the nemesis of the Demon Race, and you have mastered the legendary light power!

You are willing to help, Taihao is grateful!

Taihao will never forget your kindness! "

Ji Tianxing nodded, and said, "Although the ancestor Demon God was rescued by the mysterious man, it has been severely injured by me, and it will be killed soon.

Now that the demons are a mess of sand and no longer have the power to fight, it is a good time to annihilate them.

You first return to the Kingdom of Taihao and command the soldiers of the Kingdom to counterattack.

I also want to destroy the Demon Race in Beiming Mountain. After the matter is over, I will return to the Kingdom of Taihao to look for you to get rid of the calamity for you. "

Taihao Martial God's expression was even more excited, excited and unbelievable, even his lips trembled.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, bowed his hand to Ji Tianxing, and said, "Because of Master Sword God's instructions, Taihao will return to the kingdom of God to preside over the overall situation."

Afterwards, he bid farewell to Ji Tianxing, turned and flew across the dark night sky, and hurried back to the kingdom of Taihao.

Ji Tianxing looked at Beiming Palace, which had collapsed and turned into ruins, with cold murderous intent in his eyes, and once again held the Heaven Burying Sword.

Inside and outside Beiming Palace, thousands of demon guards and elite masters were fleeing in panic.

The news of the fall of the ancestor Demon God is spreading at an extremely fast speed.

As the jade slips were sent to the sky from the vicinity of Beiming Palace, the news was being passed on to the various tribes of the Mozu.

"Swish!"

Ji Tianxing brandished his divine sword, cutting out the dazzling golden sword light and splashing it around Beiming Palace.

With the loud sound of "rumbling", the two thousand-foot-high mountain peaks were razed to the ground and turned into endless dust.

Those thousands of demon guards and elites were also broken into pieces under the sword light.

Ji Tianxing turned and left, and then took his sword to the demon holy city thousands of miles away.

In that newly built holy city, there are still millions of demons living in it.

...

at the same time.

Deep in Beiming Mountain, in the ghost desert.

The vast and gloomy ghost desert is one of the most forbidden places for the demons, and it has not been seen for many years.

Even the masters of the demon clan and those who crossed the robbery, very few people broke into this place.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, a crack broke through the dim sky.

A tall, burly black robe figure appeared.

He looked around in the sky for a while, and he was relieved to see the silence around him, nothing unusual.

Afterwards, he waved his palms and grabbed it into the void, and pulled out a black beast as big as a mountain.

This pitch-black behemoth is as high as three thousand meters tall, has a terrifying appearance, and has three huge heads.

However, the black giant beast is full of cracks, its mouth, nose and six eyes are hollow, and it is braving a blazing fire.

There is no doubt that this is the ancestor Demon God!

It is still suffering the corrosion of light and divine power, the magic power of life's cultivation is purified and dispelled, and the body of the demon is on the verge of collapse and disintegration.

The black-robed man carried it, landed on the desert from the sky, and made a loud bang when it landed, shaking the earth trembling for hundreds of miles.

As soon as the ancestor Demon God fell to the ground, he knelt down on his knees, tumbling in pain, and let out a dull and thunderous cry.

There are more and more cracks and loopholes in its whole body, rising with fierce white light, getting closer and closer to death.

Seeing this, the black-robed man tore off his large cloak with his claws, and said eagerly: "Ancestor! Calm down! You must hold on!

Your subordinates have taken you to escape from Beiming Palace and to the ghost desert!

You can rest assured that in the short term, Ji Tianxing will definitely not catch up with us! "

The ancestor Demon God was still in pain, shaking and twitching all over.

But it no longer rolls, lying weakly in the desert, and said in a dull and hoarse voice: "Ling Xuan! The true **** did not mistake you!

Although you are not a demon with pure blood, you are not a descendant of the god.

But you have always been loyal, more loyal than the other descendants...you did a good job! "

There is no doubt that the black robe man is the great demon saint Lingxuan.

After being praised by the ancestor Demon God, he showed a proud face and quickly bowed and said in a pious tone: "It is the greatest honor of Ling Xuan's life to be appreciated by the ancestor!

Please rest assured that Ling Xuan will help you heal your injury and return to the top.

Although we were defeated for a while, as long as we hibernate and plot slowly, sooner or later we can get revenge! "

Although he said so, there was a cold light hidden deep in Ling Xuan's eyes.

The ancestor Demon God lay in the desert and twitched a few times before saying in a low tone: "Very good! Ling Xuan, your loyal **** will always be remembered!

If there is a chance in the future, this **** will definitely set up a stele for you, so that the people of the demons will worship you forever! "

While talking, the ancestor Demon God quietly stretched out its giant claws full of cracks and held Ling Xuan in his palm.

Ling Xuan heard it's tone a little weird. Seeing it behaved so strangely, she suddenly realized that it was not good.

"Ancestor! You are... what are you going to do?"

"Ha ha ha ha..." The ancestor Demon God sneered weakly, and said in a low voice: "Ling Xuan, aren't you absolutely loyal to the original God?

In order to help the original **** heal and return to the peak, are you not willing to give everything?

Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise and make dedication to God! "

The voice of the ancestor Demon God was very peculiar, containing a powerful bewitching power, capable of suppressing Ling Xuan's spirit and will.

While talking, its two giant claws firmly grasped Ling Xuan, making it impossible to move.

At the same time, it releases powerful magic power, plunders Ling Xuan's mana and blood, and replenishes it into its body to resist the erosion of the divine power of light.

Although Guangming is very powerful ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ cannot be resolved by its strength.

But it can delay time and linger for a while.

And it knew that the light divine power in its body was limited, not infinite, and impossible to regenerate.

If there is enough magic power and blood spirit, it will be able to exhaust the light divine power, and then it will be able to recover from its injuries.

"Huh?" Ling Xuan's complexion suddenly changed, revealing an unbelievable expression, and exclaimed: "Ancestor, you want to sacrifice Ling Xuan to resolve the power of light?

Do not! You can't do this!

Ling Xuan is so loyal to you and your most important confidant. How can you treat me like this? "

When speaking, Ling Xuan's expression was panic and horrified, as if it were incredible.

But his eyes were cold to the bone, and there was even a sneer hidden in his eyes.

The ancestor Demon God only took care of drawing his power desperately, without realizing that it was bad.

"Ling Xuan, this **** is an opportunity for you to fulfill your promise and dedicate yourself.

Don't resist! It is an honor for you to be able to integrate into the body of the **** and help the **** to be reborn from the fire! "

(End of this chapter)