Chapter 1319 Inherited for Thousands of Years, the Holy Devil Is Immortal

Yang Qingxuan said in a daze: "It's not you? Who else here can easily suppress Yang Wuxin?"

The elf king said: "This is the big trouble I just said, your big trouble is coming."

It was only then that Yang Qingxuan discovered that not only was Yang Wuxin suppressed, but his flames were also suppressed by power, and all of them were extinguished.

Zhong Jie and everyone in Xinggong, who were fighting in the melee, were all unable to move, and stood there in horror, not knowing what happened.

After everyone was silent for a short time, Zhong Jie suddenly shouted: "Majin! It's Mojin!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they hurriedly looked around.

Only then did I realize that the appearance of the thirty-six bronze golems on the main hall seemed to have changed, and the seals in their hands were different, as if they were summoning something, traces of green energy were pulled out of the golems and drilled into them. Among the three-headed and six-armed golems, they converged into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

And above the demon hall, the countless nebula of demonic energy were washed away by the beam of light, and all of them turned into whirlpools and poured in in an instant, pouring into the three-headed and six-armed golem.

As if the extreme night had fallen, a powerful field energy waved out, filling the entire hall in an instant, suppressing everyone in place, making it difficult to move.

Yang Wuxin was shocked, she didn't care about killing Yang Qingxuan, and exclaimed: "Inheritance! It's the inheritance of the Holy Devil! The inheritance has finally appeared!"

Yang Qingxuan also looked at the three-headed and six-armed statue in amazement, on which ghostly shadows continuously condensed, as if they were going to be rich.

A distant voice came from the shadow, "My name is Tu, and the demons come to the world. I will inherit them for thousands of years, and the holy demons will never die!"

As the sound sounded, the hall was filled with an ancient magic sound, clear and melodious, like the sound of horns on the plateau, giving people a sense of the grandeur of the world and hitting the soul.

But after listening carefully, I felt that the magic sound had an indescribable weirdness, as if it could penetrate the soul and lead people into the abyss of madness.

On the thirty-six bronze golems, all showed fearful expressions, exuding "buzzing" energy, as if they were afraid, trembling, and surrendering.

"Inheritance! Master Shengmatu's inheritance is mine!"

Zhong Jie was trembling with excitement, and under this vast magic power, he couldn't help but want to bow down.

As a demon, he felt the mighty power from his ancestors.

Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran even knelt down on the ground with a "plop", trembling towards the golem.

At this moment, the magic ban that suppressed everyone disappeared without a sound.

Everyone's strength returned like a tide.

Yang Qingxuan's mind was shaken, and even he couldn't help his heart surging under the magic sound and coercion.

"Master Elf King, what is this holy demon inheritance?" Yang Qingxuan hurriedly asked for advice.

"It's just that a holy demon is dying, and he just wants to find a successor. However, the inheritance of this magic tea does not seem to be that simple. Be careful yourself and ask for blessings."

After the Elf King's voice finished speaking, it fell silent.

"Seek more blessings? What do you mean, please give me some advice from adults."

But no matter how many questions Yang Qingxuan asked, there was no reply.

At this moment, Yang Wuxin suddenly shouted loudly: "Xu Weilong, Feng Yanran!"

The two of them were shocked, and immediately woke up from the shock, turned around abruptly, propped their limbs on the ground, and shot up, madly rushing towards the phantom.

Before entering the ancient battlefield of Qingqiu, the star palace had been deduced by a strong man. Due to chance, the mantle of magic tea's inheritance will be opened in the ancient battlefield.

And Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, who are carrying the blood of the devil, are the people who are most likely to obtain the inheritance of the holy devil.

If the two of them can get the inheritance of the Holy Devil, Yang Wuxin is the number one young genius in the contemporary era, Xiao Suyang's Yan Junchu is even more terrifying, and Lu Yifan has the most powerful martial soul devouring the starry sky.

Ye Chongyuan from Xinggong was also the leader of the last competition.

Then, under the sky of the future, the younger generation of Xinggong will definitely become the generation that suppresses the world, and become an unrivaled power group, and there will be no power that can match it in the world.

Allowing Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran to obtain the inheritance of the Holy Devil is also an important part of Xinggong's placing the place of competition in the ancient battlefield of Qingqiu.

"Presumptuous! The mantle of the holy demon can only be passed on by the people of the demon clan. You bastards, but with some demon blood, dare to peep at the sacred objects of your clan, stop!"

Zhong Jie suddenly convulsed and roared angrily.

The whole body was full of devilish energy, with a murderous aura, and as soon as his figure flickered, he chased after Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran.

"Heh, it's up to you to decide who gets the inheritance."

There was a sneer in the corner of Yang Wuxin's mouth, and he didn't care about killing Yang Qingxuan any more, he turned his body to block, raised his hand to make a tactic, a sword intent erupted from himself, and he touched it casually.

"Miejian Chongyin!"

The huge golden sword reappeared and turned into a river of swords, as if descending from the nine heavens, exuding dazzling brilliance, horizontally in front of Zhong Jie, like a moat from the sky!

"Whoever blocks me, die!"

Zhong Jie yelled violently, and a beam of magic light shone, converged into a line, and turned into a huge magic knife, and the magic energy on it was like flames, and it slashed away wildly.

"Boom!"

The clanging sound of the cooler vibrates in all directions, and the powerful and sharp air circle sweeps across.

As the swords clashed, the power of the two kept fading away, making crackling sounds, the river of swords kept flickering, and the magic energy on the magic blade kept escaping.

Yang Wuxin's complexion changed drastically, and he kept changing the seal, sword qi shuttled through the air, merged into the river of the sword, and fought against the magic knife.

Zhong Jie was furious, desperately absorbing the magic energy from all directions, turning it into whirlpools, and pouring it into the knife suddenly, the whole hall trembled "rumbling", almost annihilated under the moves of the two of them.

Yang Wuxin's complexion became more and more ugly. In this demon hall, Zhong Jie resonated with the main hall and was able to borrow a lot of demon energy. He was completely suppressed. I don't know how long the long river of swords can last. I just ask Xu Weilong to be gentle with Feng Yanran Hurry up to get the inheritance, and then we can join forces to suppress Zhong Jie in turn!

"Are you going to grab what belongs to your ancestors, are you embarrassed?"

Yang Qingxuan watched from a distance, saw Zhong Jie being restrained, sneered, and shot suddenly.

Not to mention that Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran's inheritance will do him all harm but not any benefit. It was just the grievances between himself and Yang Wuxin, so he had to take action.

As soon as the halberd came out, he rushed forward, trying to cut off Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran.

When Zhong Jie heard this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, showing great joy and gratitude.

Yang Wuxin's face was gloomy, and he shouted: "Suyang, Yifan, stop him!"

"Yan Jun just woke up!"

Xiao Suyang roared loudly, and a huge soul light gushed out from his body, turning into a shadow of emptiness and reality, merging on his body, with murderous aura and hatred on his face, and he hit Yang Qingxuan with one move!

"Yan Jun wants you to die on the third watch, and you won't survive the fifth watch!"

Five pillars of light radiated from Yan Jun's palm, intertwined and flew in the air, strangling everything.