Chapter 180, the demons are coming

At the foot of the Imperial Sword Peak, a man in a green shirt looked at the three sword rays that were roaring away, and there was a slight blankness in his eyes.

"They've already set off, it looks like it's time for me to leave too!" The man's pupils flowed strangely, flashing two colors, clasping his hands, and said in a cold voice: "Shadow, I Lin Fan will avenge the revenge of the extermination!"

In the Eastern Regions Palace, the yellow-robed man sat quietly on the throne of the true dragon, his tall body, slowly stood up, a touch of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and between his backhands, it seemed to draw a golden sword in the void, only to see the golden dragon sword fluctuating at will, exuding a powerful true dragon meaning, and said with a solemn face: "This is the Xuanlong Sword that has been passed down from generation to generation by my Nangong family, the peak of the ground level, Ling Er is here to get the inheritance of the Spirit Devouring King!"

I saw a handsome man slowly take the Xuanlong Sword, a hint of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he arched his hand and said: "It's the father, the child will not let you down!" At this time, holding the Xuanlong Sword, eight powerful true dragon qi suddenly emanated from the sword, and even a ninth looming appeared, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the power of the dragon's power rippled out. As the descendant of the Nangong family, one of the five great families in the mainland since ancient times, Nangong Ling is undoubtedly the best, although he is a prince, he is kind and kind, and he does not have the pride of the children of the family.

The man in the dragon robe was naturally the head of the Nangong family, the emperor of the ancient Yue Kingdom in the Eastern Regions, at this time, looking at the eight clear dragon qi and the ninth somewhat illusory dragon qi emanating from the Xuanlong Sword, he nodded slightly, the Qi of the Nine Dragons represents a complete fit with the Xuanlong Sword, and this kind of fit is only the Purple Dragon King of the Nangong family thousands of years ago. Even after the Purple Dragon King, the highest fit is only seven shares. And Nangong Ling is only eighteen years old. The half-step clearer, as one of the five demons in the mainland, is definitely a generation of handsome.

In the Great Cloud Dynasty of the Southern Regions, in a certain demon beast barren mountain, I saw a man with a slightly wild appearance, even slightly younger than Han Yu, carrying a giant sword that was extremely incompatible with his emaciated figure, and his body actually exuded the aura of the late stage of the underworld. His eyes were very excited: "Master, Tian Wu will definitely get the inheritance of the Spirit Devouring King when he goes to the tomb of the Spirit Devouring King this time!"

Immediately, I saw an old man with a thin face, lying on a stone, drinking the wine in the gourd quite casually, glancing at Tianwu and saying, "Just you, take it back!"

"Cut, old man, just wait, it's too underestimating your disciple!" Tian Wu's face showed a hint of stubbornness, and he immediately turned around and left.

Looking at the back of Tianwu, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed a little blank. said lightly: "Boy, you are indeed very good, but you need to be even better." ”

All of a sudden. The various sects on the mainland went to the barren mountain in the Southern Regions.

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At this time, Han Yu sat in the desert iron mercenary group, quietly cultivating, now what he needs is to wait patiently and improve his strength, this Spirit Devouring King inheritance is too important, he can't tolerate the slightest sloppiness, since he got that soul thought, although he doesn't know what it is, but it will definitely help him get a little more grasp of the inheritance, and now he is only a layer of separation from the late stage of the underworld, he needs to impact the late stage as soon as possible to have more certainty.

"I believe that the Imperial Sword Gate will definitely send someone here, I really don't know if it's the second brother or who will lead the team. Han Yu muttered to himself, and even thought that Wu Hao might also come back at that time, and then the new and old accounts would be counted together, and suddenly Han Yu had a flash of inspiration, the eldest brother Han Xing, who ran away from home ten years ago, would come here, although he was only five or six years old when Han Xing left at that time, but he deeply remembered that the eldest brother took great care of himself when he was at home, so he always thought of this eldest brother inadvertently.

On a barren mountain in the Southern Regions, at this time it is completely different from the past, the originally extremely ordinary mountain range, at this time, it seems to have an aura, and even the vitality between the surrounding heaven and earth is rapidly sucked here, under the blazing sun, there seems to be a purple auspicious cloud shrouded in this mountain, a powerful coercion emanates from it, the barren mountain seems to be cracked from the mountain wall, and one of the huge gates emerges from it.

Han Yu was still sitting in the cultivation place of the original leader of the Desert Iron Mercenary Regiment as before, surrounded by dozens of red crystals in turn, faintly exuding pure energy from them.

Han Yu, who took a breath gently, suddenly crossed his hands, and the Yuan Force in his body quickly retracted, turning into a stream of shares in the dantian, his heart turned towards the sky, and the dozens of red crystals placed around him were suddenly urged by Han Yu to float away, revolving around Han Yu.

"Open!" Han Yu shouted softly, and suddenly all the seven seven and forty-nine qi veins around Han Yu opened, followed by forty qi veins with different four colors.

"Touch!" I saw that the red crystal suddenly made a cracking sound, turning into a little fragmented essence and levitating in front of Han Yu, and the pure energy in it frantically poured into Han Yu's body. Following Han Yu's traction, all of them merged into the dantian.

"Melt!" Han Yu snorted, and the soul pill in his body slowly rotated, and two breaths, one black and one white, surrounded the soul pill, and all the vitality in the dantian poured into the soul pill.

Time flies, and before you know it, the Soul Pill unconsciously becomes a circle, and the black and white colors on it merge with the pure energy, merging again.

I don't know how long it has been, in the past few days, the various sects have already arrived, and the original Mosha City has become extremely lively in recent days, but none of the sects took the lead in going to the barren mountain where the tomb of the Spirit Devouring King is located, they don't want to, but there is a ban outside the tomb of the Spirit Devouring King, and it is impossible to break it with a single force, but today is the last day for the various forces on the continent to agree to break the formation, so the various sects that stayed in this Mosha City for a few days have also gone to the place where the tomb of the Spirit Devouring King is located.

At the same time, Han Yu, who was like a wooden stake, suddenly opened his eyes, and a gray aura flashed in his eyes, exuding the aura of ancient desolation, with the meaning of the beginning of heaven and earth, clenching his fists tightly, and suddenly, Han Yu raised his head to the sky and roared, and a wild roar spread from the desert iron mercenary group.

Some of the realm people in Mosha City unconsciously turned their eyes to the place where Han Yu was cultivating, and there was a faint stinging pain in their souls before, making them feel palpitations, although it was only for a moment, but there was a feeling that made them surrender.

Immediately, Han Yu slowly stood up, feeling the completely different power in his body from before, gently clasping his hands, laughing wildly, laughing loudly.

The corner of his mouth muttered: "In the late stage of the underworld, I came, Wu Hao should come!" (To be continued......)