"Mu Ling!"

Di Jue shouted loudly, and the clear light from his fingertips gathered in his chest. He once again held up the Senluo Dharma Image under his feet, and cracks appeared on the demon's spine.

But when he was about to fight for his life, a hand suddenly appeared from behind and placed on his shoulder.

Threads of cool spiritual energy flowed into his mind, and the wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Emperor Jue turned around and saw that the person coming was Emperor Xuan, the lord of Tianxia City.

"Master, you are finally here!"

Di Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in an excited tone

He had been in despair, but when he saw Emperor Xuan arriving in time, he was so excited that it was as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Thanks to you, you've worked hard."

Emperor Xuan nodded slightly to show his approval, then turned his head and looked at Demon Lord Long Yin with a serious look, and said, "Demon Lord Long Yin, if I'm not mistaken, you have already broken through to the demigod level, right?"

After Lu Shanjun embarked on the divine path, all living beings on the mainland had the qualifications to break through to become demigods within this year.

But how difficult is it to be a demigod? Being trapped in this state for thousands of years, how can one break through in one day?

Only strong men like Emperor Xuan and Demon Lord Longyin are qualified to see through it within a year.

"Yes, you can sense my breath, so I guess you have also taken that step."

Demon Lord Long Yin did not deny it, but nodded in response honestly, and at the same time sighed in his heart:

"As expected of the former human world, even though it is dilapidated and declining, there are still some geniuses and evildoers who stand out!"

The demons and monks on the battlefield were all excited when they heard the conversation between the two.

The two people in front of me are actually demigods in the world. What an honor it is to meet them both at the same time!

"Demigods! The true strongest men on the continent, countless creatures cannot even dream of being as strong as them in their entire lives, and now there are two of them."

"If I could witness their battle, I would die without regrets."

There was an old monk who kept waving his sword and said with a look of relief:

Most of the people present had the same idea as him, and some were yearning for it because they had the hope of taking this step in their lifetime.

Emperor Xuan was not concerned about their mental journey, but stared at Demon Lord Long Yin and said in a deep voice: "

"Demon Lord Long Yin, you are a demigod, why would you bother with these juniors?"

"How about we have a fight?"

Although the sound was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone like a magic sound.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and the space was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The momentum of both sides collided for the first time.

Facing these words, Demon Lord Long Yin seemed very calm. He glanced at Mu Ling who was in his hand, then turned his gaze to Emperor Xuan and said with a smile:

"Don't bother with the younger generation?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a crisp sound, "click."

His huge devil hand had already crushed Mu Ling in his hand to pieces. All the spiritual power and blood in his body were consumed by the devil energy, leaving him like a dried corpse.

"You said to release me? Do you really take yourself seriously?" Long Yin Demon Lord had a look of disdain on his face, with a devilish light flashing in his eyes. "Also, I think you made a mistake about one thing."

"Only the righteous will care about face, but the Demon King won't, and the Demon Lord even less so."

This scene caught everyone off guard. No one expected that Demon Lord Long Yin would be so arrogant. He crushed Mu Ling to death with his bare hands and did not take Emperor Xuan seriously at all.

"My guess was right. You demons should all be killed!" Emperor Xuan's face was as gloomy as water, and veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to explode.

His eyes seemed to be burning with flames as he stared at the Demon Lord Long Yin in front of him.

"call out!"

With an angry roar, Emperor Xuan rushed out like lightning, drawing a long arc in the air.

It swept past like a violent hurricane, swooping straight towards the direction where Demon Lord Long Yin was.

"snort……"

Facing the thundering attack from Emperor Xuan, Demon Lord Long Yin appeared unusually calm.

He just snorted coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

Then, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and a powerful magical power gathered around his fist, emitting a faint, heart-pounding aura.

"Sky Demon Dragon Fist."

It was this simple and unpretentious Demon Dragon Fist again, which instantly blocked the opponent the moment it came into contact with Emperor Xuan.

The magic fist and the hurricane continued to collide, shattering the surrounding space into pieces and setting off a strange crack storm.

"Aren't you a demigod?"

Emperor Xuan, who had just fought for a while, suddenly felt something wrong and exclaimed to Long Yin opposite him.

His fighting power is considered top-notch in the entire continent. If both of them are demigods, he would be easily suppressed in just a few moves.

From this we can see that Demon Lord Long Yin is definitely not a novice demigod, he has already walked a long way on this path.

"Hehe... When did I ever say that I was just entering the realm of demigod?"

A smile appeared on Long Yin's face, with a hint of sarcasm and complacency. He liked this expression of Emperor Xuan very much.

at the same time.

Gu Qingshan, who had been killing demons from a distance, suddenly changed his expression, and the magic sword in his hand began to tremble, and all the people around him turned into spiritual nutrients and poured into it.

"What's going on?"

Gu Qingshan tried to release the magic sword with both hands, but found that he couldn’t get rid of it no matter what. Even if he cut off his limbs, he couldn’t sever the connection between the two.

“Ahhh….”

With painful cries, Gu Qingshan was constantly corroded by the magic sword in agony and lost his life force.

After draining these monks dry, the spiritual energy on the magic sword became deeper and began to jump unconsciously in the sky.

“Buzz…”

Suddenly, a low and shocking buzzing sound was heard, as if the entire space was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, a unique red sun spiritual power suddenly emerged like a surging wave.

This spiritual energy was hot and powerful, like a burning flame, scorching the surrounding air and causing it to distort.

Under the attraction of this powerful red sun spiritual power, the Nine Tribulations Demon Sword, which was originally lying quietly on the ground, slowly rose up as if it was given life.

It drew an arc in the air and finally landed steadily in the palm of a hand.

"Jiujie...is finally revived."

A low and emotional voice came from the sky. He was wearing a golden robe with sleeves fluttering in the wind like burning flames.

His face was as delicate as a sculpture, with a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Under the high nose bridge, his lips were slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a layer of scarlet divine ring flowing slowly behind him, like a burning sun, exuding endless majesty and domineering.

This person was none other than the long-lost Lord of the Sun Palace, Long Hao.