Chapter 1711 The Divinity of the Sky-Splitting Mark

"Uncle Yun, what the hell is that?"

Looking at the phantom of the Demon King in the sky, the young monk asked the middle-aged monk with a pale face.

The middle-aged monk also had a solemn look in his eyes. He stared at the phantom of the Demon King for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "He is actually a demon cultivator!"

Ordinary monks absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They admire nature, believe in the way of heaven, and understand the way of nature. Their cultivation speed is slower than that of demonic monks.

Demonic monks do not follow ordinary routes. Their cultivation methods are often evil methods that are contrary to the way of heaven. Although they enter the realm quickly and their techniques are very powerful, they can easily cause horrific catastrophes when they overcome tribulations. It is easier to perish than ordinary monks.

Therefore, in Lingyue Continent, with the improvement of the cultivation system, although there are many demonic techniques, not many people actually choose to take this path.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the phantom of the Demon King in the sky, and then looked at Yu Wenlie: "I didn't expect that you, like Yu Wenshang, have practiced demonic skills."

Having said this, Zhang Yifeng paused and continued: "It's just a pity that compared to him, you are far behind."

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, a look of anger appeared in Yu Wenlie's eyes: "You killed my eldest brother, I will kill you today to avenge him!"

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

Zhang Yifeng smiled coldly, and then, the storage ring flashed with brilliance, and the sky-breaking mark of the giant sword reappeared in his hand.

Looking at the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, a hint of fear appeared in Yu Wenlie's eyes, but then he sneered: "Humph, although your giant sword is powerful, in front of my demon king's phantom, it is still Some are not enough.”

Hearing Yu Wenlie's words, Zhang Yifeng smiled mysteriously.

"Really, then I want to try to see which one is better, my sword, or your Demon King's Shadow."

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, before Yu Wenlie could react, the giant sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a bright golden light, and he rushed towards the phantom of the Demon King, which was emitting monstrous demonic flames in the air.

When Yu Wenlie saw the rising golden light, he suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Demon flames burn the sky!"

Yu Wenlie roared loudly, and formed a magic formula in his hand. He saw the monstrous demonic flames pouring down on the giant sword in an instant, drowning Zhang Yifeng and the giant sword in an instant.

Seeing this, Yu Wenlie's eyes showed a look of ecstasy. No one understood the power of the demonic flames better than him. Under the shroud of the demonic flames, no matter how powerful Zhang Yifeng was, he would definitely be dead.

"Haha, kid, remember, don't mess with me, Yu Wenlie, in your next life!"

Behind Yu Wen Lie, his followers had looks of ecstasy in their eyes when they saw how powerful Yu Wen Lie was, while those poor monks lying on the ground had deep despair in their eyes.

They originally thought Zhang Yifeng was their savior, but now it seems that Zhang Yifeng is no match for Yu Wenlie. Not only that, he also gave his life in vain.

The young monk looked at the demonic flames surrounding Zhang Yifeng, with deep hatred in his eyes.

"My benefactor died because of us. If there is an afterlife, I, Yuntian Jue, will definitely work like a cow or a horse to repay my benefactor's kindness."

Although the other monks did not speak, their eyes were filled with deep sadness.

However, at this moment, a bright golden light suddenly rose from the dark demonic flames. The golden light shot out from the demonic energy and shot straight into the sky.

That golden light seemed to be the nemesis of the demonic energy. When the demonic energy encountered them, they would make a popping sound, and the demonic energy would be instantly purified by the golden light.

The golden light purifies the demonic energy very quickly, and every time it purifies a part of the demonic energy, Yu Wenlie's face becomes paler.

At the end, there was not much demonic energy surrounding Zhang Yifeng left, and Zhang Yifeng's figure reappeared in everyone's sight.

"How can this be?"

Yuwen Lie's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yifeng were filled with disbelief.

When Yun Tianjue and others saw that Zhang Yifeng was fine, huge surprise appeared in their eyes.

Zhang Yifeng waved the giant sword in his hand and purified the demonic energy. He gave a soft drink and then slashed at the demon king's shadow in the air with his sword.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's giant sword slashing at him, the demon king's shadow instinctively tried to dodge, but before it could react, the giant sword had already landed on it. It was like cutting tofu, and the giant sword penetrated easily. The demon king's phantom body.

The moment it came into contact with the Demon King's shadow, the giant sword suddenly emitted a brighter golden light. Under the golden light, the Demon King's shadow quickly melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, in the horrified expression on Yuwen Lie's face, the demon king's shadow gradually faded until it disappeared.

puff!

The moment the local demon king disappeared, Yu Wenlie finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground sluggishly. His face was as pale as paper, and his breath became extremely disordered.

"This is impossible!"

Regardless of his physical injuries, Yu Wenlie looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

Zhang Yifeng stood with his sword in hand, smiled softly, and said nothing. An inexplicable light appeared in his eyes.

When he was refining the weapon Sky-Splitting Mark before, although the grade of the Sky-Splitting Mark did not reach the level of a magic weapon, the Sky-Splitting Mark caused a weapon disaster after all. When he was refining the Sky-Splitting Mark, it was even more... With the addition of top-quality relics, although the Sky-Splitting Mark has not become a magical weapon, it has condensed sacred attributes.

It has divine attributes and is naturally capable of restraining all evil spirits. Although Yu Wenlie's Demon King's Shadow is powerful, the demonic energy still belongs to the category of evil spirits fundamentally. Therefore, in front of the Sky-Splitting Mark that condenses the sacred attributes, the Demon King's Shadow is simply incompetent. hit.

"Now, what other methods do you have?" Zhang Yifeng looked at the depressed Yu Wenlie with indifferent eyes.

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Yu Wenlie's face turned blue and white. His strongest means had been used up just now, and there were no other means now.

The disdain in Zhang Yifeng's eyes made Yu Wenlie furious, but at this moment he knew that he had to endure it. Only by surviving could he get back the humiliation he suffered today.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenlie took a deep breath and said, "I think we can talk."

"Talk about it?" Zhang Yifeng chuckled, "Tell me, what capital do you have to save your life now?"

Yuwen Lie was silent for a while, and after a long time, he said: "I know where the Yuwen family's treasures are. As long as you promise not to kill me, I will tell you where the treasures are."