This sudden scene made everyone present feel like they were going to die.
The next moment, cheers rang out and all the monks showed expressions of ecstasy on their faces.
The demon seed has appeared, and who knows if it will be followed by a series of demon cultivators. That is something no one wants to see.
But now that the Demon Sect has disappeared, even if the demon cultivators have the means to reach the sky, they cannot cross the void and directly come to the main world.
Now there is only one demon species left, isn't he just ready to be slaughtered?
None of the people present were a match for the demons. The demons' world-destroying capsules could indeed bring disaster to the common people, but there were so many human cultivators now that they were an overwhelming sight.
Even if one person spitted at them, it would be enough to make the demons feel uncomfortable.
Roar! Someone shouted, and everyone rushed forward.
"Young friend Yang, I'm here to lend you a helping hand!" There was an excitement on Old Huang's face. Being able to fight against the legendary demon species, even if it was a case of the majority bullying the minority of demons, would be enough for him to brag about for many years after he got out.
The other cultivators were also very excited. Since they couldn't fight the demon head-on, they could sneak in from behind and hit him once or twice, right? If I told others that I had stabbed him in the ass when I killed the demon, it would be something I would be very proud of.
A group of people rushed up in a black mass, scaring Yang Zhen. The demon species even jumped up, watching the crowd rushing up, and roared, opening its mouth! Roar! Between the roars, waves of strange sound waves rushed towards the crowd.
A solemn look appeared on Huang Lao's face, and he shouted, "Everyone be careful, this is the World-Destroying Heavenly Capsule, and the World-Destroying Heavenly Capsule is in the mouth of the demon."
Hearing what Huang Lao said, everyone was shocked and immediately scattered like birds, rushing in all directions, trying to make a detour from the side.
However, everyone still underestimated the speed of the explosion of the World-Destroying Sky Bag. A terrifying suction force came, and everyone felt that their bodies were out of control and rushed towards the demon species madly.
"Oh no! Quickly, everyone, use your strongest strength to stop the demons!" Old Huang has become the on-site commander.
There was no way. Although everyone had heard of the demons destroying the world, they had never seen it and had no idea what the World-Destroying Sky Bag was.
Only Old Huang had vaguely heard of the rumor, and when he saw the World-Destroying Sky Bag explode, his face turned ashen and he roared angrily. The holy sword in his hand suddenly began to hum and became overwhelming.
Seeing countless sword beams rushing towards the demon, the monks who were still struggling showed great fear on their faces and rushed to take action.
At this moment, a light exclamation was heard, and Yang Zhen's nonchalant voice resounded in the air: "Damn it, Wanjian Guizong, it's really a gimmick."
Old Huang staggered and almost couldn't control the sword shadows in the sky.
This bastard, at this moment, he still has the mind to tease? Huang Lao stared at Yang Zhen with an unhappy look on his face, his eyes suddenly widened.
No one knew when this bastard Yang Zhen ran to the head of the demon, grabbed two of the bull's horns, and raised one leg high.
"Shut up for me, slut!"
Boom! A deafening muffled sound was heard, and the demon's roar suddenly stopped, and he even bit his tongue.
Many monks fell to the ground with a crackling sound, like a school of fish that suddenly disappeared in a tornado in mid-air, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces.
Old Huang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly controlled the sword shadows in the sky to attack the demon.
The demon was enraged. It turned over, threw Yang Zhen away, and then bit Yang Zhen with its mouth.
If it hits, even if Yang Zhen is not bitten off directly, he will be sucked into the World-Destroying Sac.
At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly took out a long sword. It looked ancient and ancient, but gave people a feeling of a sky full of stars.
Huang Lao exclaimed, and said in shock: "Why is the Xingquan Sword in your hand?"
Yang Zhen didn't know how the Xingquan Sword ended up in his hands. He had too many things on him and had forgotten about it long ago. If he hadn't seen the sword shadows all over the sky, he wouldn't have known about the Xingquan Sword, a holy weapon.
Seeing the demon biting at him, Yang Zhen jumped up, and the Xingquan Sword in his hand suddenly let out a dragon roar.
In mid-air, the air suddenly stagnated, and terrifying sword beams fell from the sky.
Buzz! After the numbing sound, sword beams several times more numerous than the ten thousand swords poured down from midair.
“Tianxuan Sword! No, how could there be so many Tianxuan Swords?”
Huang Lao is now doubting his life.
Not to mention that the man's Xingquan Sword was in Yang Zhen's hands, this matter was full of weirdness, but how could the Tianxuan Sword, which the Saint Tianxuan had just taught to Yang Zhen, be wielded by Yang Zhen so powerfully?
Isn't this talent too incredible?
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
In mid-air, Yang Zhen made a sword gesture with a serious face, stared at the demon and shouted: "This is the true return of all swords to their origin!"
Boom boom boom! Countless sword beams fell on the demon species, shocking the demon species to retreat repeatedly, unable to open its mouth.
How could the others miss such an opportunity to beat the downed dog? They all rushed forward and fought with punches and swords, enjoying themselves.
The poor demon species was bitten by countless cultivators like ants, and fell to the ground with a bang, bouncing the old man Shanhe on the ground up.
Poof! The old man Shanhe was sitting cross-legged in the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He barely opened his eyes and yelled at Yang Zhen, "Yang... Yang, my friend, please stop the Tianji Transformation Array. I can't hold on any longer."
After hearing Old Man Shanhe's almost distorted words, everyone looked at him in a daze. After searching for a long time, they couldn't find any trace of him.
A young man was floating in the air. If he had not been wearing the clothes of Old Man Shanhe, everyone would have almost mistaken him for a demon cultivator and killed him.
Yang Zhen was shocked and hurriedly stopped the Tianji Zhuanyuan Formation. If this continued, old man Shanhe would be turned into a baby.
Damn, the fruit of the immortal tree is too awesome. One fruit can rejuvenate? Huang Lao stared at Shanhe Lao with burning eyes, his face full of confusion. He even walked up to him and pinched his face, shouting: "Shanhe Lao?"
Old Man Shanhe slapped Old Man Huang's hand away in anger and said, "Who else could it be if not me?"
As Huang Lao waved his hand, a water curtain appeared, his eyes gleamed, and he said, "How dare you call yourself this old man?"
Old Man Shanhe was startled and asked strangely, "Who is this person?"
It seemed that he looked somewhat familiar. After being stunned for a moment, the old man Shanhe said with a strange cry: "When I was young?"
Who hasn't been young once? Huang Lao ignored Shanhe Lao and turned around with a murderous look to look at Yang Zhen, but he didn't find Yang Zhen. He became anxious and started looking around.
If Han Yan'er hadn't been there, Old Huang would have thought that Yang Zhen had already retired.
After finally finding Yang Zhen, the corners of Huang Lao's mouth twitched suddenly. This bastard was sticking his butt out in front of the demon, gesturing with the Xingquan Sword, as if he was thinking about how to get the World-Destroying Heavenly Bag out.
(End of this chapter)