Chapter 1322 The Holy Demon Comes, Inheriting Immortality

The violent energy swept away, and the endless aftermath washed away in all directions.

Under the magic knife, the main hall made a trembling buzzing sound, and the aura of annihilation smashed down wildly.

"boom!"

The terrifying saber energy impacted on Yang Wuxin, causing a sharp pain in the latter's chest, and he flew upside down, his breath languishing for a moment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhong Jie laughed wildly, his body was full of demon energy, he didn't chase Yang Wuxin, but walked towards the ghost with a big knife in his hand.

Yang Wuxin flew to the ground, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was as pale as paper.

Every time Zhong Jie took a step, the hall trembled, exuding the resonance of Qi Yun.

In the demonic energy in the space, countless demon spirits condensed and danced in the sky, making a "croaking" sound, as if welcoming the arrival of the king.

Yang Wuxin's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

All the disciples in Xinggong, except Lu Yifan, were completely annihilated. It took only half a cup of tea for the situation to go from complete control to complete loss.

Yang Wuxin was frightened and angry, and a strong sense of anger and frustration surged in his heart.

"Song when drinking, devil when drunk, how many autumn hairs are in front of me, right and wrong in the world will follow me. Qing, I also laugh at you; wake up, I also laugh at you. Hahahaha!"

Laughing wildly, Zhong Jie walked up the bronze steps to meet the phantom on the three-headed and six-armed golem, and embraced with open arms, saying: "The inheritance of the holy demon! Only the supreme demon race can obtain it! Lord Motu, I am willing to Inherit your mantle, the holy devil will never die, and the inheritance will never die!"

In the shadow, a golden magic light suddenly appeared, as if it were vast and infinite, ripples appeared.

It was a sequence of formations, which spread out from the phantom and covered Zhong Jie in, and the sequence continued, covering the entire hall in an instant.

Zhong Jie was trembling with excitement, and shouted eagerly: "Master Motu, the power of the Holy Demon, give it to me, give it to me!"

The face of the three-headed and six-armed statue seemed to have become solemn, and the seal in his hand also changed.

The countless light spots on the array sequence, like a river of stars, are endless.

Yang Qingxuan looked around in amazement. This formation sequence contained a strong sense of Taoism, which was very grand and mysterious. If he was given a certain amount of time, he should be able to decipher it with confidence.

At this moment, a huge eye suddenly condensed out of the huge phantom, with twin pupils, and stared down.

Everyone trembled, not daring to meet that gaze, as if their souls were about to be taken away by a glance, they were too frightened to move, and hurriedly lowered their heads.

"Master Tu, it is Master Tu's power!"

Zhong Jie shouted excitedly, his face full of longing.

Those pupils stared at Zhong Jie for a while, then turned slightly, and everyone in the hall was reflected in their eyes.

The space of the hall was instantly changed, and all the bronze was gone, except for the formation sequence, it was the vast universe, boundless.

"Pupil technique?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled wildly, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or he was taken into the space of the pupil technique. He raised his eyes and saw that everyone was there, so he relaxed a little.

A long magic sound came from the giant eyes, and a beam of strong light shot out from the pupils, passed through the layers of formations, as if it had gone through infinite time, and suddenly fell on Yang Qingxuan, locking him.

Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, looked at the giant eyes in shock, and said in amazement: "What are you... doing?!"

The strong light contained terrifying magic power. Under the light, Yang Qingxuan's whole body was frozen, unable to move at all. And inside the giant eye, a demon figure is constantly gathering.

Yang Qingxuan felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Hey! What? What?!"

Zhong Jie was shocked, his face was full of horror and disbelief, and he roared like crazy: "What's going on? What's going on?! Lord Motu, Lord, I should be the one who accepts the inheritance, I He is the one who inherits the Holy Devil!"

But there was no voice in the space to answer him.

All the warriors were horrified, looking at Yang Qingxuan who was shrouded in magic light, they were all shocked and said: "This is... the inheritance of the holy devil?"

Yang Wuxin was also terrified, and said in incomprehensible surprise: "How could it be him?!"

Lan Ningxu smiled lightly and said, "Um, interesting."

"Li Xuan! Damn you! How dare you snatch my Holy Devil inheritance, go to hell!"

Zhong Jie's body was cold, his endless expectations were shattered in an instant, he roared like crazy, a terrifying coercion erupted from the magic knife, and he rushed towards Yang Qingxuan to slash!

"Boom!"

A knife traverses the sky and the earth, as if it wants to chop the sky and the universe into pieces!

But the moment the blade glow touched the light beam, it shattered into tens of thousands of pieces and dispersed one after another.

Zhong Jie's eyes widened in horror, his face was full of despair and resignation, and he roared angrily, "Damn it! Damn it!"

In the giant eyes, the phantom gradually came out, and under the flickering, it appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, and said: "I am the magic tea, are you willing to accept my inheritance of the holy demon?"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, the purple pupils of the devil in front of him, with six black wings spread out behind him, overwhelming him with endless majesty.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Did you find the wrong person? I'm not a demon."

Motu said: "You have the body of the holy spirit, which is a more powerful Taoist body than the demon body, so I choose you as the inheritance, which is the most suitable choice. Come on, junior, accept the power of my holy demon!" "

As he said that, Motu stretched out his hand and pressed it directly between Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows. The powerful magic power poured into his body in an instant, forcibly rushing into Yang Qingxuan's meridians and wandering through his whole body.

"what!!"

Yang Qingxuan roared in pain, this feeling of being infused with magic power was more terrifying than three kinds of flames swimming in the meridians, the pain was almost unbearable.

Yang Qingxuan's body was trembling, his face was as pale as paper, and big drops of cold sweat rolled down like water.

The magic power not only rushed into his limbs and bones, but also directly poured into the sea of ​​consciousness on the spiritual platform, trying to completely demonize him!

"Boy, if you don't resist, you will die."

Between the eyebrows, there was the sigh of the Elf King.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and said: "Dead? What do you mean? I have the inheritance of the Holy Demon, shouldn't I go to the pinnacle of life and marry Bai Fumei?"

"Cut!" The Elf King said disdainfully: "The inheritance of the holy demon will not be passed on to your own people, but to your own human race? Who do you think you are? Do you really think that your destiny is in your body? When that man named Lan Ningxu came in, he said After a few words, the mystery has been revealed, so you should think about it yourself."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and secretly said: "What did Lan Ningxu say?"

He quickly recalled in his mind that when Lan Ningxu suddenly appeared, he seemed to say—"Tsk tsk, it's so lively, why did you break down such a good home of the holy devil? live."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked all over, and said in horror: "The holy demon will live in the future? Could it be that the holy demon..."

The Elf King said in a loud voice: "That's right, the remnant soul of Motu is still alive. The so-called inheritance is just to find a suitable physical body. You have the body of the Holy Spirit, which is exactly the physical body he desires!"