Chapter 1318: Inheritance for 10,000 years, the Holy Demon is immortal

Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said, "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. ”

Only then did Yang Qingxuan discover that not only Yang Wuxin was suppressed, but his flames were also suppressed by the power and all of them were extinguished.

Zhong Jie and the people in the Star Palace who were fighting were all unable to move, standing there in horror, not knowing what was happening.

After a short silence, Zhong Jie suddenly shouted, "Demon Forbidden! It's Demon Forbidden!"

Everyone's hearts jumped, and they hurriedly looked around.

Only then did I find that the appearance of the thirty-six bronze golems in the main hall seemed to have changed, and the seals in their hands were different, as if they were summoning something, and the slightest blue energy was withdrawn from the golem, and it entered the three-headed and six-armed golems, converging into a pillar of light, and rushing straight into the sky.

Moreover, above the Demon Palace, the countless demonic energy nebulae were crushed by the pillar of light, and they all turned into whirlpools and poured into the three-headed six-armed golem.

As if the polar night was coming, a powerful field energy wave out, instantly filling the entire hall, suppressing everyone in place, unable to move a bit.

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

Yang Qingxuan also looked at the three-headed six-armed statue in shock, and the demon shadow continued to condense on it, as if it was going to be solid.

A distant voice came from the shadow of the demon, "My name is Tu, the devil is in the world, it has been inherited for thousands of years, and the holy demon is immortal!"

As the sound sounded, the hall was filled with an ancient magic sound, clear and melodious, like the sound of a horn on the plateau, giving people a sense of magnificence and impacting the heart.

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

On the thirty-six bronze golems, all of them showed expressions of fear, exuding a "buzzing" device, as if they were afraid, trembling, and surrendering.

"Inheritance! The inheritance of Lord Saint Demon is mine!"

Zhong Jie trembled with excitement, and under this vast demonic might, he couldn't help but bow down.

As a demon, he felt the powerful power of his ancestors.

Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran even "pounced", and fell to their knees, trembling towards the golem.

At this moment, the demon forbidden that suppressed everyone faded silently.

The power of all people is back like a tide again.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, under this magic sound and coercion, even he couldn't help but feel surging in his heart.

"Lord Elf King, what is this Holy Demon Inheritance?" Yang Qingxuan hurriedly asked.

"It's just a holy demon who is dying and wants to find a successor. However, the inheritance of this magic pot does not seem to be so simple. Be careful and bless yourself. ”

After the Elven King's voice was finished, he fell silent.

"What do you mean, please give me some advice. ”

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

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

The two of them were shocked, and immediately woke up from the shock, turned back suddenly, and with a stretch of their limbs on the ground, they burst into flames, and rushed towards the demon shadow frantically.

Before entering the Qingqiu Ancient Battlefield, there was a strong person in the Star Palace to deduce, and by chance, the inheritance mantle of the Demon Warrior would be opened in the ancient battlefield.

And Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, who are full of demon blood, are the people who are most likely to obtain the Holy Demon Inheritance.

If the two of them can get the Holy Demon Inheritance, Yang Wuxin is the first contemporary young genius, Xiao Suyang's Yan Jun is even more terrifying when he first awakens, and Lu Yifan has a supreme martial soul devouring the starry sky.

And the leader of the last competition was also Ye Chongyuan of the Star Palace.

Then under the sky of the future, the younger generation of the Star Palace will definitely become the generation that suppresses the world, and becomes the unrivaled force group in the limelight, and there is no comparable force in the world.

Allowing Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran to obtain the Holy Demon Inheritance is also an important part of the Star Palace's placement of the competition place on the Qingqiu Ancient Battlefield.

"Presumptuous! The mantle of the Holy Demon can only be inherited by the people of the Demon Race. You are waiting for miscellaneous pieces, but you are stained with some demon blood, and you dare to peep at the sacred relics of your own clan, stop!"

Zhong Jie suddenly convulsed and roared angrily.

The demonic qi all over the body was rolling, the murderous aura was monstrous, and as soon as the figure flickered, he chased after Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran.

"Heh, who has to inherit, it's up to you to decide. ”

Yang Wuxin sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care about killing Yang Qingxuan anymore, he blocked sideways, raised his hand to pinch the trick, and a piece of sword intent erupted on himself, casually.

"Destroy the sword and rush to hide!"

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

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Zhong Jie shouted violently, and a magic light shone out, converging into a line, turning into a huge magic knife, and the demonic energy on it was like a flame, slashing away.

"Bang!"

The sound of the chiller shook in all directions, and the powerful sharp aura swept around.

The sword contended, the power of the two continued to wear off, making a clicking and shattering sound, the long river of the sword continued to flicker, and the demonic energy on the demon blade could not help but escape.

Yang Wuxin's face changed drastically, constantly changing the seal, and one after another sword qi shuttled in the air, merging into the sword river, confronting the magic sword.

Zhong Jie was furious, desperately absorbing the demonic qi of the four directions, turning into a whirlpool, and pouring it into the knife violently, and the trembling of the entire hall was almost annihilated by the moves of the two.

Yang Wuxin's face became more and more ugly, in this demon hall, Zhong Jie resonated with the main hall, he was able to borrow a large amount of demonic energy, he was completely suppressed, and he didn't know how long the long river of the sword could last, he just asked Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran to get the inheritance quickly, and when the time came, they could join forces to suppress Zhong Jie!

"Are you embarrassed to grab the things of other people's ancestors?"

Yang Qingxuan watched from a distance, and when he saw Zhong Jie being restrained, he sneered, and suddenly made a move.

Not to mention that Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran have been inherited, which will do him all kinds of harm but no benefit. It's just a grudge between himself and Yang Wuxin, so he has to take action.

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

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

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

"Yan Jun has just woken up!"

Xiao Suyang roared, and a huge soul light poured out from his body, turning into a shadow of void and reality, fusing into his body, his face was full of murder and resentment, and he struck at Yang Qingxuan with one move!

"If Yan Jun wants you to die in the third watch, you won't live to live in the fifth watch!"

On Yan Jun's palm, five pillars of light radiated, intertwined, flying in the air, strangling everything.

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