Chapter 1326 The Abandoned Son of the Dao of Heaven, Send a Proposition

Motu felt endless sadness in his heart. His existence spanning through the ages, and the existence of demons in the world, suddenly seemed like an abandoned child of the heaven. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the suppression of the person in front of him.

How good would it be if he didn't covet the body of the Holy Spirit in the first place, and directly seized the descendant of the demon race?

It's just that there is no medicine for regret in the world, and life and death are only in one thought.

There are tens of thousands of ways to pass on, but they chose a dead end.

Motu was extremely unwilling in his heart, he roared, turned his head and left. The ghostly aura emanating from Gui Zun gave him a feeling of despair and trembling, a trembling from the depths of the soul, which truly symbolized the threat of death.

Yang Qingxuan grasped it with five fingers, held Baigui Yexing in his hand, and said coldly: "It's not a compromise, it's cooperation. You have seen all the trump cards on my body. Although I am in a weak state at the moment, if I risk my life It can still drag you to the end."

At the same time, he raised his left hand, and there was a faint wave of magic light.

Gui Zun's face changed slightly, and there was a trace of fear in the eyes staring at the left hand.

The peak move of Motu is sealed inside. If Yang Qingxuan releases this move completely regardless of the consequences, and throws out such things as the pupil of the dark night and the Jade Seal of Miedi, he will really get no benefit .

Even annihilation is very possible here.

Moreover, Gui Zun is a ghost emperor-level powerhouse who has traversed the vast time and space for countless years. He was once the master of a thousand realms.

Knowing about "air luck" is about the way of heaven.

Yang Qingxuan has gathered a large number of holy artifacts, supernatural powers, chances, etc. at this moment, so he must be a man of destiny with great luck, and destiny cannot be violated.

In any era, on any plane, in the long river of time, peerless powers who can suppress the eternity will continue to be born.

No matter how great your advantages and talents are, once you stand against such a person, you will only fall and be destroyed.

Gui Zun withdrew his thoughts, and said with a laugh: "Jie Jie, I know it's cooperation. I guarantee my reputation, there will be no problems, you don't have to worry."

After speaking, he opened his hands and chased after Mo Tu.

"No!--"

Mo Tu turned back in horror, and was hugged by Gui Zun from behind, his right arm strangled his neck, and the skeleton bit down with a big mouth, and the inside was endlessly dark, as if leading to the underworld.

"boom!"

Mo Tu's entire head was bitten off by Gui Zun.

The rest of the body was strangled by the Ghost Venerable, and countless cracks were opened from the neck down, and then exploded with a "boom", turning into endless soul light, and scattered like crystals.

Green will-o'-the-wisps burst out from Gui Zun's eyes, and with a loud roar, a huge green talisman formed between his eyebrows, covering his front.

The talisman rushed into the endless soul light, broke apart suddenly, turned into thousands of strange moths, and scattered in all directions.

The moth has a fat body and is gray-green in color, with patterns like magic eyes on its wings. When the wings flap down, it absorbs the soul light on it.

In an instant, soul light was absorbed on each wing, emitting a cold light, forming a sea of ​​light, flying in the air.

The fluorescent light from Motu's body was all condensed by the moths, and did not disperse at all.

As soon as Gui Zun changed the seal of his hands, thousands of moths turned into whirlpools and flew towards his mouth one after another.

After an instant, it was sucked out without leaving any traces.

This is the end of a generation of holy demons.

Yang Qingxuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, even if you are extremely talented, if you are unrivaled in cultivation, if you are unrivaled in the past and present, in the end you will just return to the dust and turn into a speck of dust in this universe.

Qianqiu industry, eternal fame, will eventually decay.

Yang Qingxuan sighed deeply, feeling lonely in his heart.

At this moment, the Ghost Venerable who had absorbed all of Mo Tu's remnant souls stood there quietly, making tactic with both hands.

Will-o'-the-wisps float in the empty eyes, like a bonfire burning, full of excitement.

Those soul lights turned into green lines attached to the pitch-black bones, and the whole figure showed signs of solidification. The dense ghost energy diffused from the body, and a hundred ghosts circled around him, and the pressure filled the four directions.

Yang Qingxuan came back from the emotion, stared at Guizun, feeling alert, and called out with some fear, "Guizun?"

"Hey, don't worry."

The green fire in Gui Zun's eyes disappeared, his ferocious face resumed, and he laughed strangely.

A red tongue actually protruded from the empty mouth, licked it a few times and then retracted, "It's really delicious, it would be great if there were more holy demons like this."

Yang Qingxuan's head was full of black lines, and said: "You should go back to the sword."

Green fire appeared in Gui Zun's eyes again, and he turned to the left, his eyes seemed to penetrate layers of devilish energy, and he said with a grinning smile: "Wait for me a while, there is still one delicious thing to eat!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand full of bones and moved forward a little.

Yang Qingxuan only felt that the Hundred Ghosts Yexing in his hand trembled with a "hum", and countless sword intents gushed out, and passed into Gui Zun's fingers through the air, emitting a powerful green light, forming a dazzling cross at the fingertips.

After Mo Tu died, the devil energy on the three-headed and six-armed statue began to wilt, and the magic light covering Yang Qingxuan continued to scatter.

Although the entire hall is still shrouded in demon energy and the formation is functioning, the vast magic power has been disappearing continuously.

Zhong Jie was the most sensitive to the magic power. He was the first to sense the change. He stared at the magic light with wide eyes in shock, trying to see what was going on inside, but he couldn't see anything except the surging magic cloud.

Can't help but sighed and gave up again.

At this moment, a bright green light suddenly lit up in the inherited magic light, like a morning star piercing the night, sending out a slender cross of light, running across the sky and the earth.

"what is this?!"

Everyone looked over in shock, the cross green glow was completely different from the devilish energy, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling, like two interlaced sharp swords, cutting the devilish energy apart.

"laugh!"

At this moment, a green light flashed, and a powerful sword energy shot out from the center of the cross.

Everyone only saw the sword energy shuttle, emitting a faint afterglow, which was so eye-catching in the dark devil energy.

Then the sword energy hit the object in front of it, blasting out a dazzling glare.

In the endless black magic energy, under the shining green light, everyone could clearly see that the object cut by the sword light was actually Mo Tu's three-headed and six-armed golem.

Under the action of the sword energy, the face of the bronze statue became extremely ferocious and terrifying, cracks appeared all over its body, spreading like dark green spider webs, and the whole golem made trembling and buzzing sounds, as if roaring unwillingly.

"This is...the golem...broken?!"

Everyone looked at the cracked bronze statue in shock, their faces dull.

Lan Ningxu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a light smile, "A multiple-choice question has been made into a free proposition."