Chapter 1176: The Plan of the Demon King Wangxian

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Chapter 1176: The Plan of the Demon King Wangxian

Lin Yue's figure, standing tall under the sky, makes people feel terrified.

With one swing of the sword, the entire palace began to shake.

At this moment, the old Saint Lord Wangxian's expression changed drastically.

This force made his scalp tingle.

He actually felt invincible.

boom--

Endless bones formed a huge sword, slashing straight towards Lin Yue's sword light.

The power is being released.

It can be seen that the big bone sword is now cracked inch by inch.

The contact lasted only a moment.

Lin Yue easily broke through the methods of the old Saint Lord Wangxian.

Lin Yue continued to advance with unabated momentum, taking a step forward with the Emperor Sword in hand.

Everyone felt their scalps tingling. This guy was so terrifying. He was only at the level of a Lord God, but his aura overwhelmed the old Saint Lord Wangxian.

"Since you want to kill me and take the treasure, let's see if you have the strength to do so."

Lin Yue's expression remained unchanged.

Then, another sword came.

The old Saint Lord Wangxian used his magical powers to resist.

All the bones were shattered and turned into powder under the sword light of Lin Yue, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

puff--

The old Saint Lord Wangxian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was dripping, dyeing the white bones red.

The people from Wangxian Holy Land hurriedly supported the old Holy Lord. The huge impact force made all of them step back a few steps.

One person suppresses a holy land!

Lin Yue stood under the sky, and now he was the symbol of invincibility.

Enough to suppress everyone.

The old Saint Lord Wangxian said incredulously: "It's only been a hundred years since we last met, and your realm has not broken through. Why are you so powerful?

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Lin Yue's battle record in the Burial Place is obvious to all. Although he is strong, he is definitely no match for the true ancestors.

"There are many things you can't imagine."

Lin Yue just replied calmly.

He attacked again.

The sword in his hand shines brightly.

It almost runs through the entire Wangxian Holy Land.

"I am a descendant of the Wangxian clan, how can I be weaker than others? You are too arrogant, little human!"

The old saint was very angry when faced with Lin Yue's unilateral suppression.

I saw him gathering his magical powers once again.

The endless white bones outside the Wangxian Holy Land began to gather together. In a short period of time, they had transformed into a huge human-shaped skeleton. As the old Saint Lord Wangxian made hand gestures, meridians gradually appeared on the skeleton.

Flesh and blood were also born at this time.

The white bones roared and slapped towards Lin Yue.

The entire earth began to shatter, and under the powerful force of the white bones, an extremely deep canyon was directly created.

Endless white bones fell downwards.

Lin Yue did not dodge.

He mobilized the Eight Divisions of Taixu, and the shadow of Asura appeared. He also stretched out a palm to block Bai Gu's advancing figure.

Lin Yue took a step forward and rushed towards the Old Saint Lord and others.

The chilly breath carried murderous intent, like a strong wind in March, making one feel cold all over.

They are all regressing.

Lin Yue's momentum continued unabated, and the Emperor Sword shone with a blazing light.

It makes it almost impossible for people here to open their eyes.

The phosphorescent light in the pupils, representing the soul, appeared to be extinguished.

The people of Wangxian Holy Land formed a large formation, hoping to resist Lin Yue's forceful steps, but under Lin Yue's current strength, everything was in vain.

"He has melted the marks of the four demon kings. Youngsters, be careful!"

The Demon King Wangxian, who was standing under the altar in the main hall, also spoke up to remind them.

But now, unless the true form of the Wangxian Demon King is revealed, no one in the Wangxian Holy Land can be Lin Yue’s opponent.

"So you have improved so quickly in the past hundred years because you borrowed the power of the Demon King's Mark!"

The old Saint Lord had some realization, but he secretly complained in his heart: "Even if we know the source of his power now, we have no means to check and control it."

"Is my Wangxian Holy Land going to be completely destroyed today like the Netherworld, Zhuoxian, and Guhu?"

The Holy Lord showed despair.

The great formation they had formed was also shattering like a mirror curtain.

"Don't say discouraging words!"

The old saint is scolding.

But now, a lot of cold sweat has already seeped out of his forehead.

In order to resist Lu Linyue's attack, he also endured tremendous pressure.

It's almost unbearable.

"Ancestor, let's surrender..." (5,0);

Someone said discouragedly.

“God of death, do you think you can survive by surrendering?

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The Holy Lord had seen Lin Yue’s horrifying methods in the Burial Place.

He slaughtered people from a holy land at will, and finally directly absorbed the strong ones from the ancestral realm.

The old saint’s scalp felt numb.

He wished he could just chop to death the person who said he surrendered, because now he also had the idea of ​​surrender in his mind.

But now, surrender seems impossible.

puff--

Several people exploded into blood mist under the aftermath of Lin Yue's sword.

And this is just the beginning.

In just a short while, someone from the Holy Land of Hope was destroyed both physically and spiritually by the remaining power.

The bones turned into powder, and not even a scream was uttered.

"The power of Wangxian Holy Land no longer needs to exist in this world."

Lin Yue's casual remark seemed to have determined the survival of the entire holy land.

"etc!"

The Wangxian Demon King shouted loudly, trying to stop Lin Yue’s next attack.

Looking at Lin Yue's unparalleled methods.

At this time, the huge bone puppet was directly torn into several pieces under the shadow of Asura.

Lin Yue turned a deaf ear to this and seemed to have made up his mind to kill.

Chi——

The sword light cut through the void.

It is several thousand feet long.

puff--

The formation was broken directly.

The old saint was coughing up blood at this time.

Although they are born from spiritual bones and their blood is their essence, every drop of blood is extremely precious to them and is the condensation of their cultivation.

Half of the skeletal creatures in the Wangxian Holy Land have died under this sword.

The old Saint Lord was injured and had almost no strength to fight again.

"I apologize for what happened just now. I am willing to give you the Demon King's Mark!"

The people of Wangxian Holy Land are still of great use to the Wangxian Demon King, and he absolutely cannot watch them die in front of him.

Lin Yue just glanced at the hall briefly.

Then he came to the old Holy Lord.

The Emperor's Sword pointed diagonally, reaching his throat, less than three inches away. The power within it was enough to destroy his body and soul at any time, causing him to die.

One can feel that the Demon King Wangxian seems to be in a panic.

Lin Yue was too calm, as if he had figured out his thoughts.

"well!"

The Wangxian Demon King sighed.

I saw a translucent white light, carrying a mysterious aura, slowly flying out of the hall.

The Demon King Wangxian handed over his mark.

But now, most of the people in Wangxian Holy Land have been killed or injured, which is a huge loss for him.

Lin Yue absorbed the mark of the Wangxian Demon King.

Only then did he take back the Emperor Sword.

He closed his eyes slightly, and saw a mark appear in an empty space constructed by the formation in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"You don't have to do this."

Lin Yue just said it lightly.

Then he left the place.

The Demon King Wangxian was left with a dark face.

This time he lost more than he gained; he had underestimated Lin Yue's cunning.

"This human race has a mind that is almost like a demon. Even I can't figure it out. Today, Wangxian Holy Land is doomed."

The demon king looked at the immortal and sighed.

Then, he fell into a deep sleep. After such a long period of suppression, he was already very weak and needed to spend a lot of time sleeping and recuperating.