Ninety-nine to one, like a sword of nothingness.

The Nine Swords Sect Master's terrifying white sword seemed to have slashed into nothingness, directly towards Mo Lingxuan.

But at the same time, a round of dark light bloomed, and his sword pierced the dark moon, but it was as if he was caught in it, unable to extricate himself.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lingxuan's sword followed, cutting everything away, as if it went straight into people's hearts.

The Nine Swords Sect Master's complexion changed slightly, and he directly collected his sword, condensing all the sword killing power into one point, colliding with the Shura Emperor Sword that Mo Lingxuan killed out of thin air.

"Ding..."

There was only a soft sound, but the entire space erupted with infinite surging sword collisions.

Subsequently, the collision of the sword path ended, but it was as if a sword of nothingness pierced into the holy soul of the Nine Swords Sect Master, making him unguardable and unavoidable at all!

His complexion turned extremely pale in an instant, and his body retreated violently.

At this moment, not only did the corners of his mouth leak blood, but even his nostrils and ears were bleeding.

It is enough to see that although this short collision did not make him fall, it was not uncomfortable at all, and directly injured his holy soul.

Just like Mo Lingxuan's sword, it is not the body that is slashed, but the soul!

At the same time, the offensive of several other Saint Venerable figures came, but Mo Lingxuan was still in danger, and the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Seals burst out, and the light of gods and demons directly wiped out everything, erupting into violent fluctuations.

"Knock knock..."

Zhu Qiang's figure also retreated, and his face was extremely shocked.

With so many of them working together to attack, although it might be a little difficult for Mo Lingxuan to kill some of them, such a terrifying strength still shocked them by defeating them one by one.

Forcefully forced Zhu Qiang to retreat, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Lingxuan's figure still fled towards the high platform of the emperor seat in the rear.

Qingluo Saint Venerable's hearts flashed, and they immediately shouted: "Go directly to snatch the divine artifact, don't fall into the hands of this son!"

As soon as the words fell, many Saint Venerables immediately shifted their targets, and did not launch another offensive against Mo Lingxuan, but also fled directly towards the high staircase.

In an instant, figures swarmed in, and more than a dozen people swept towards the throne on the high platform.

It's just that with their vision, they naturally won't know that Mo Lingxuan didn't care about the two relics left by the Xuan Demon at all.

His goal was only the Demon Emperor Throne from the beginning to the end.

"Woooo

Mo Lingxuan's figure and Zhu Qiang almost simultaneously ascended to the high platform of the throne on the flat ground.

With the rest of his eyes, he inadvertently glanced at the unique majesty and infinite attraction of the gilded throne in front of him, and almost every Saint Venerable figure's breath was a little shorter.

Their hearts were beating violently.

There was a feeling that as long as they sat on this throne, they were the true rulers.

But at the same time, there was also an essential sense of oppression permeating their hearts, even if it was quite attractive, they didn't dare to touch the Demon Emperor Throne in the slightest, and they didn't even dare to look at it directly.

Zhu Qiang's gaze fell on the Xuan Demon Armor and Xuan Demon Halberd on both sides one by one, and everyone's body rose violently, like a demon pounced on food, and probed towards the two Demon God relics.

Only Mo Lingxuan was still indifferent and walked towards the Demon Emperor Throne in the center, and he could only feel stunned in his heart.

"This idiot turned out to be attracted by this Demon God Throne!"

"This is the throne of the demon god before his death, with a unique magic power, we don't even dare to look at it directly, if he sits on it, he can save us a lot of effort, and he deserves to die!"

Seeing Mo Lingxuan's behavior like this, an extremely mocking sneer broke out on the faces of each of the Saint Venerable figures, and they looked at Mo Lingxuan as if they were looking at a fool.

Before, they were also worried about what would happen to Mo Lingxuan's powerful strength and their snatching of the Demon God's relics.

But now this result can be said to have been unexpected by them, making them feel overjoyed.

Without caring about Mo Lingxuan anymore, the attention of all the powerhouses was focused on the two Demon God Treasures, and one after another powerful laws fell, and the powerhouses of all forces rushed towards the Xuan Demon Armor and the Xuan Demon Halberd together.

They even have their eyes on other people and want to attack.

A short-lived alliance is obviously extremely fragile in the face of absolute interests, like a plate of scattered sand, which will fall apart at the touch of a button.

And the infighting of these people, Mo Lingxuan also didn't care, his footsteps didn't stop, and the emperor seat in his previous life was already close at hand.

"Young Master Mo... Don't touch it!"

The women of the Fairy Spirit Xuan seemed to mention their throats at this moment, and shouted to remind.

Even if they knew that Mo Lingxuan might be extraordinary, but this was the throne of the Demon God, and the late stage of the Holy Venerable would not even dare to look directly at it for a long time.

If they dared to sit on it, they couldn't imagine what the consequences would be!

But seeing that, Mo Lingxuan was not moved at all, and directly stepped on the gilded platform, caressing the imperial seat, and then turned around and sat down.

"Boom..."

And the moment he ascended to the throne, an extremely terrifying wave of coercion erupted from this gilded throne.

Heaven and earth changed, and a supreme imperial majesty swept out directly, filling this space world.

At the same time, this force also shook all the Saint Venerable powerhouses out one after another, and even the people and utensils fell heavily under the steps.

The rumbling sound continued, causing the entire hall to really shake, and everyone couldn't stand still, and the affected figures shook endlessly.

In the entire imperial palace, only Mo Lingxuan remained unmoved.

He sat on the throne, thinking for a moment, and the demon pupil looked down at everyone below, only endless indifference and majesty, as if the beings below were like ants in his eyes, not worthy of attention.

The emperor's throne on the high platform stood there quietly, unaffected by the earth's shaking in the slightest, as if it were an eternal and eternal existence.

At this moment, all the Saint Venerable figures raised their heads and looked at the figure on the high platform, their faces were all covered by horror, and their hearts trembled incomparably.

Unconsciously, in the face of Mo Lingxuan, the powerhouses present actually had a sense of worship, and even their knees trembled slightly, as if they were about to kneel and prostrate on the ground.

It's just that with the support of powerful holy thoughts, they can't be crushed by this imperial might!

Zhu Qiang expected that Mo Lingxuan was directly suppressed by the power of the Demon God Throne and the scene did not happen, but the figure like a real emperor gave them a huge sense of impact.

Mo Lingxuan sat on the throne, which would give them a sense of naturalness, as if the throne should have belonged to him!

Infinite majesty emanated from the throne, unprecedented among the powers, containing supreme majesty, as if the heavens were going to submit to him!

(End of chapter)