Blinking slightly, Cheng Huan was sure that what he saw was not an illusion.

It's no wonder that when the gate collapsed, it burst out with such a dazzling golden luster.

The world behind the gate is a golden world.

Cheng Huan gathered his mind, it turned out that the legendary demon cave was such a golden nest.

Pure gold floor, pure gold furnishings, even golden rockeries, golden tables and chairs, golden fountains.

Every qiē was a dazzling golden sheen—a brilliant color that almost made the entire space seem to melt into it.

There is no south, east, west, or even heaven and earth in the courtyard behind the entrance of this cave, and the Liuhe universe seems to be just a dazzling ball of light here.

Next to the throne that stood tall, there was a crystal hourglass in the middle.

However, the golden sand used for timing inside seemed to be controlled by some magical power, passing at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

In this strange cave space, it was as if time had stood still.

Cheng Huan stood there, looking as tiny as a mustard seed.

Looking around, Cheng Huan's hand holding the hilt of the Xuanhei sword did not relax.

Although the entire demon cave was shrouded in a layer of dazzling golden light, the compelling yin atmosphere became more and more intense.

This should be the Demon King's lair, but when he came in for half a pillar of incense, Cheng Huan didn't feel any breath of life.

In the space that seems to be bustling with decorations, it is still filled with the death-like silence of the past.

After quietly confronting the void space for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Huan only felt that the immeasurable sword in his hand seemed to have converged a bit of brilliance, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Can't wait any longer! Cheng Huan whispered in his heart.

Now that I am in the open enemy and in the dark, I may be spied on by the other party if I stay for a second longer.

Since this space is so quiet, why don't you let her make some interesting noise.

Thinking like this, Cheng Huanyu's fingers moved, and the hand holding the immeasurable sword slowly raised.

With a loud bang, the white figure jumped up one by one, and the immeasurable sword slashed into the golden throne high above.

Under the fierce momentum of cutting jade and breaking gold, the throne that stood proudly shattered into two halves.

The long sword swirled in his hand, and Cheng Huan's figure quickly retreated after a successful blow, and then turned to pick up the crystal hourglass standing quietly on the side.

"It's you, disturbing the king's sleep?" The long sword in Cheng Huan's hand was about to stab, but a low and gloomy voice came from behind him.

Hearing the extremely unhappy question, Cheng Huan did not turn back.

A sword flower danced out in his hand, Cheng Huan did not change the direction of the attack, and the long sword stabbed towards the crystal hourglass that he had seen before.

With a "ding" sound, just as the long sword was about to touch the hourglass, a giant axe burst in, vibrating Cheng Huan's immeasurable sword.

Although it was just a seemingly inadvertent defense, Cheng Huan had already made up his mind in his heart.

To be able to resist the attack of the Infinite Sword at such a distance, and with Cheng Huan's full defense.

This so-called demon king really has a strength that cannot be underestimated.

With a whirl of the immeasurable sword in his hand, he put away the attack and put it behind Cheng Huan.

At this time, Cheng Huan turned around and looked at the place where Fang Cai's calm and gloomy voice came from.

But when he saw the legendary demon king, Cheng Huan's ink-splashing pupils flashed inadvertently.

Standing in front of her was a headless monster.

I saw that he thought he had eyes, his navel as his mouth, and he held a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. Now he was standing on the ground, but he was standing on one leg, obviously missing a right leg.

The pair of stinging eyes were also looking at Cheng Huan fiercely at the moment.

"The yellow-haired girl who has not dried up, how can this king's bronze hall be a place where juniors such as you can act arbitrarily!" looked at Cheng Huan sharply, and the demon king said another vicious word.

"I haven't seen the Demon King appear for a long time, so I can only make a mistake." Cheng Huan smiled and replied softly.

Before the words fell, Cheng Huan had already flown forward, and the immeasurable sword in his hand also flashed with cold light, pouring his strength straight towards the demon king.

"What a guts!" Seeing Cheng Huan flying forward, the demon king was also startled, and hurriedly retreated a few steps. And the mouth on the navel is still talking viciously with one opening and closing.

Cheng Huan smiled, delicate and charming, did not defeat the demon king, the hardships she went through in the cave this time, was it not in vain?

Seeing that the demon king retreated, Cheng Huan suddenly stopped the attack, and after the sword momentum was finished, Hao's wrist withdrew the immeasurable sword in a turn.

Since the Demon King was able to build such a huge cave, he must not know this point of his own strength.

Cheng Huan just took out his sword, but he just wanted to explore the reality of the headless strange man in front of him.

Judging from the air circulation caused by the retreat of the other party, this headless and one-legged body was indeed not an illusory spirit body.

"Let's take it!" The murderous intent in Cheng Huan's pair of splashed ink pupils became stronger, and as the long sword turned, Cheng Huan suddenly screamed again.

And this time, the weapon in Cheng Huan's hand was changed to the purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip that she had practiced with her since she was a child.

Jiao shouted, and with a flip of the jade hand and wrist, the purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip swept straight towards the face door of the demon king.

Obviously, I didn't expect that a seemingly petite and weak woman would have such a strong explosive power in her body.

Seeing the long whip coming towards his front door, the demon king quickly raised his left hand to block it, sealing the door in front of him.

And Cheng Huan, who was standing in the face of the demon king, hooked up a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.

Locked in such a mountain cave for thousands of years, the thoughts of this so-called demon king have also become sluggish and dull.

Just as the long whip swept to a distance of nearly a foot from the shield, Cheng Huan's jade hand turned over skillfully, and the long whip suddenly changed direction and hooked towards the demon king's one-legged hook.

The purpose of Cheng Huan's attack was indeed not the face of the Demon King.

Between the electric light and flint, the long whip hooked and pulled, and the cooperation was seamless.

The one-legged demon king was restrained by Cheng Huan's long whip, and before he could react, his burly body had already fallen to the ground.

With a successful blow, Cheng Huan did not slacken.

At the same time as the Demon King fell to the ground, Cheng Huan put on the immeasurable sword in his hand and flew after him.

If you want to subdue a burly and huge enemy like the Demon King, one depends on skill, and the other depends on the speed of pursuit.

The cold light flashed again and again, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Huan had already stood in front of the demon king.

Although it was already the end, the Demon King's posture was not panicked.

The shield in his left hand still maintained a defensive posture, but the giant axe in his right hand had been swung out again and again, responding to Cheng Huan's successive attacks.

However, it was precisely because of the hurried counterattack that he dealt with the agile Chenghuan.

The demon king who stood on one foot couldn't balance his body for a while, and stood up.

"Bang" The sound of several weapons handing over, but Cheng Huan was not flustered, and maintained an orderly attack route with one blow and one stab.

But everything that has a substance has a weakness, and Cheng Huan believes that even the Demon King is no exception.

Now this seemingly meaningless attack is the best time for Cheng Huan to find the weakness of the Demon King.

Already half-sitting on the ground, coupled with his hands busy defending Cheng Huan's overwhelming attacks, the Demon King's weakness should be easily exposed.

Got it! Cheng Huan secretly cheered in his heart.

No matter from which direction Cheng Huan attacked, the shield on the Demon King's chest would never be three or two inches away.

But because he had to use his eyes to observe Cheng Huan's movements, he had to withdraw his shield a little bit.

The chest that is carefully protected like that must be the weakness of the demon king.

A pair of splashed ink pupils were brilliant in the middle, Cheng Huan turned around, and his right hand was replaced with a purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip in his hand.

Pouring into the internal force, Hao's wrist flipped the long whip and swept towards the demon king's shield like a spiritual snake.

And at the same time, there was also the immeasurable sword in Cheng Huan's left hand.

When she was a teenager, she spent a lot of energy cultivating the two-handed exercise method, which really came in handy at this time.

The purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip hooked like lightning, and it wrapped around the shield in the demon king's hand.

And it was the gap at this moment that Cheng Huan's sword went sideways, and went straight into the attack on the defenseless left side of the demon king.

The sword light was in the air, and the sword pierced into the demon king's chest.