"Oh, do you know the 'Jade Witch Demon Sutra' and the 'Coquettish Dafa'?" Yang Ji grabbed the white neck of the demon and lifted it up.

"Yes, master, spare my life, I will make you very comfortable." The demon showed a soft, delicate and pitiful appearance.

"What's the comfort method?" Buddha asked aloud.

"Let's go!" Without waiting for the demon to answer, Yang Ji had already included it in the world of mountains and seas.

“.” Buddha child.

"Guy, children don't need to know too much, it's not good for you." The rotten wooden box smirked.

“.” The Buddha boy was not angry, "Who do you look down on?" ”

Yang Ji ignored him and walked forward at great speed, heading to the location of the next formation.

Along the way, all the heavenly demons he encountered were sealed up by him.

Soon, he reached the location of the next position.

Basically, every position is guarded by a few top demon lords and a group of ordinary demon lords.

But it's useless, in the face of Yang Ji, they don't have the slightest chance, they don't have the ability to compete head-on, no matter how many demon lords there are, it's useless, at this level, only the top geniuses such as the demon concubine are qualified to hold one or two with him.

The rest of the demon lords, without exception, were all sealed off.

One, two, three. Dozens of formations in succession were all swept away by Yang Ji.

All the Heavenly Demons were all sealed up.

The harvest is simply too big, Yang Ji is excited, more than 10,000 demon lords, I can't imagine how much his Yuan God will grow if he turns into a Yuan Shen Fruit and swallows it?

It's simply against the sky, and there is no supreme opportunity.

This Heavenly Demon Tribulation is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, unprecedented.

Yang Ji was in a very happy mood and extremely comfortable.

As for the Demon Pillar, there were the means left by the Demon Ancestor on it, but he didn't care about it, and he didn't dare to care about it.

That level was not something he could easily touch.

After clearing out all the Heavenly Demons guarding the formation, Yang Ji was ready to send a message to the others, unite and fight the Heavenly Demon Base Camp together, and capture the Heavenly Demon Sect Ancestor alive.

But at this moment, the space was torn, and a man with a monstrous demonic aura walked out with a cold face, and his breath directly locked on Yang Ji.

Yang Ji looked up and said in surprise: "Demon Wudao? "The appearance of the person who came has changed slightly, but the aura of the demon soul has not changed.

"Yang Ji, you have committed a catastrophe, you dare to kill the demon lord of our clan repeatedly, you are simply looking for death. The Demon Ancestor sent me to kill you, did you want me to take the initiative, or did you obediently kneel down and be captured? Demon Wudao said indifferently.

"Demon Ancestor?" Yang Ji frowned slightly.

"It seems that the big boss of the demon world has been paying attention to everything here." Rotten Wood Box Road.

"It's a bit bad." Buddha Tong said in a condensed voice.

"Put it on yourself, I'll take you back!" Mo Wudao was very arrogant, and directly threw over a dog chain, signaling Yang Ji to put it on himself.

"I don't know what to say, I don't know how to write dead words." Yang Ji's brows suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Mo Wudao coldly.

"Then you're looking for death?" Mo Wudao looked at Yang Ji with a smile.

Rumble!

Without superfluous words, he directly killed Yang Ji, and the two of them touched each other with a punch, and the qi wave suddenly exploded, and the two retreated with one touch.

Just as Mo Wudao was retreating, the wings of time and space behind Yang Ji flashed, and he quickly killed towards Mo Wudao, and the sword was already slashed on his body.

"Huh? Something, it seems that you have grown a lot over the years, and sure enough, it did not disappoint me. Mo Wudao, who had not yet stabilized his body, was a little surprised, but his face turned cold at the moment, and he instantly threw out a few punches, directly smashing the sword qi that Yang Ji had slashed in.

Yang Ji didn't give him time to breathe, and slashed his sword again, obviously wanting to crush his opponent with a violent attitude as Mo Wudao thought.

He used his palm as a sword, and swung it out with one palm, and the sword qi was thousands of feet long, turning into a piece of practice to kill the demon Wudao.

"Conjuring." A layer of black light appeared on Mo Wudao's body, forming a large hand that shrouded forward.

The sword glistened with the big black hand in the air, and it didn't even offset a single point.

"I'm a primordial attack, and your sword can't eliminate my magic spell." Mo Wudao sneered.

Yang Ji was slightly surprised, controlling the sword to kill the demon Wudao, and at the same time, a protective shield was raised around his body to prevent the attacking black hand.

The sword mangs killed the demon without a way, and it was erased by him with one palm.

And the big black hand that Mo Wudao waved broke through Yang Ji's aura hood, and actually accelerated suddenly, buckling Yang Ji's head, as if he was going to pull his soul out, it was actually a soul killing move.

"Carving insect skills, dare to get an axe, open it for me." Yang Ji sneered, and cast the yin and yang division, and the power of the divine soul in the sea of consciousness surged up like a surging river, and the majestic power of the divine soul spread out wave after wave, and under the impact of the power of the divine soul, it directly shattered the big black hand.

Mo Wudao, who flew in the sky, suddenly flushed, forcibly suppressed his damaged mind, and shouted angrily: "Dementor! ”

Yang Ji had just broken free from the confinement of the big black hand, and Mo Wudao appeared in front of him again, the ghostly light in his palm flickered, and the yin wind was turbulent, as if it was the vastness of the depths of hell.

slapped his palm, wanting to smash his head simply and rudely.

But Yang Ji's expression remained unchanged, and his breath was full of energy, and he pushed the Demon Wudao half a foot away.

But the ghost light in the palm of the demon Wudao emitted a whimpering sound, the sound was soul-stirring, the ghost light flickered, and there was a sense of charm, and Yang Jiden stayed in place.

He was frozen on the spot, and Mo Wudao gradually broke through his defenses, and the darkness of his palm slowly pressed towards his forehead.

"Ten strangulations." Yang Ji let out a low roar, his eyelids were lightly lifted, his eyes showed essence, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and endless sword qi rushed out of his body, forming an endless killing domain.

"What?" Mo Wudao was startled, only to feel that there was a boundless murderous aura around him, and he seemed to be in a whirlpool, and it was difficult to leave.

Mo Wudao said angrily: "Impossible, how can you recover, is your divine soul stronger than mine?" ”

"You've guessed right, I should be better than you." Stronger than Genshin? Yang Ji sneered, urging the "Ten Directions Strangulation", and the Demon Wudao was directly collapsed, and was twisted in the middle by the boundless sword qi, like a silkworm cocoon.

Demon Wudao's face was distorted, his divine soul aura exploded, and he roared: "The sky is collapsing!" The black light on his body shot out, revealing the killing domain, and the boundless power seemed to collapse the heavenly dome, directly dispersing the killing domain that bound Yang Ji.

Demon Wudao stared at Yang Ji with gloomy eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, and the majestic demonic qi immediately surged out from his body, shaking his robe to the point of hunting, and a momentum of extreme fear of oppression, overflowing with evil aura, diffuse.

"You didn't disappoint me, and you really deserve to be the one who can hold on to me." The fury in Mo Wudao's eyes quickly disappeared, and in its place was a cold and ruthless, like a ferocious wolf about to pounce.

As for the changes in Demon Wudao, Yang Ji's eyes were also slightly narrowed.

Bang!

The next moment, I saw that Mo Wudao's body was like lightning, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Yang Ji with an oppressive momentum, his right fist clenched, and then he blasted at Yang Ji's chest without any fancy.

Demon Wudao's punch is plain and unremarkable, but under the wrapping of that sharp and pure demonic qi, it is more destructive than a sharp blade.

Woo!

Everywhere the fist wind passed, the air was shaken open, and a low whining sound was made.

Feeling the extremely fierce fist style of the Demon Wudao, Yang Ji's heart was also slightly cold, worthy of being the top demon lord who had killed ten Dao Tribulations, just this kind of strength and the fierceness of the demonic qi were much stronger than the average top demon lord.

Also as the peak of the true immortal, Yang Ji is not inferior to the Demon Wudao in terms of Dao rules or Yuan Shen strength, he raised his fist and chose to fight hard with the Demon Wudao, the fist wind roared, but the spiritual power surged out of the sea of knowledge quickly, and formed an invisible spiritual barrier in front of him.

Bang!

Facing Yang Ji, who was killing quickly, a touch of contempt crossed Mo Wudao's eyes, and a demon shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and as soon as the fist wind vibrate, it slammed heavily on the spiritual barrier, and the fist like a hill collided with it, and the power was transmitted, like a volcanic eruption, pouring out suddenly.

Click!

In the face of such a fierce attack as Demon Wudao, the spiritual barrier did not last long, it was declared broken, and then they were naked, and the fists of the two collided directly.

Rumble!

With a bang, Yang Ji was directly beaten three hundred miles away.

Mo Wudao fixed his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he roared in his heart: "Impossible, how can he be safe and sound?" My Demon Ancestor Phantom Possession can't knock him apart with one punch, he. Is it better than me? That's impossible. ”

"Demon Ancestor Phantom? What a powerful force! Yang Ji's eyes sank, his whole body was numb, and a huge force swept through his body, and it took three breaths to get rid of it.

Looking at the Demon Ancestor possessed by the Demon Sect, Yang Ji's eyes condensed slightly: "The Demon Ancestor Phantom directly multiplied his strength, as if it had blessed more than a hundred Demon Lords, and in pure power comparison, I was actually slightly inferior, it was simply amazing." ”

But he didn't take a step back, just like the tower of the sky, giving people a feeling of standing up to the sky and the earth, invincible, the immortal qi in his body surged again, forming a more solid defense, and the divine sense probed out, forming a spiritual barrier, perceiving everything around him, and responding to the attack of the demon Wudao at any time.

"Roar!" Demon Wudao roared wildly, and the Demon Ancestor Phantom behind him actually rose by a point, and also condensed by a point, and he could vaguely see the majestic face of the phantom.

Mo Wudao's whole body was shrouded in black, as if he was a demon god who had been killed from the demon realm, and he killed Yang Ji with a stronger attitude: "See if you can take a few punches from me!" ”

Yang Ji's body retreated quickly, and the layers of spiritual barriers released were directly swallowed by the aura released by Demon Wudao, who killed him in front of him with a brutal attitude.

Yang Ji felt a lot of pressure, and even began to avoid it, preparing to use the "Immortal Suppression Formation" to kill the Demon Wudao.

But at the thought that there might be a Demon Ancestor watching all this, he hesitated again.

"See how long you can hide, you don't want to wait for my supernatural time to pass, do you? It's a foolish idea, and my power fades forever. Mo Wudao sneered, and his shot became even more furious.

Yang Ji's pressure increased dramatically, and he suddenly cast a gasification of the Three Qings and the Three Immortals.

This time, it can resist the demon Wudao.

"One gasification and three clearing? I'll see how long you last! Mo Wudao felt Yang Ji's surging power, and after being surprised, he let out a cruel laugh, and immediately above his fists, a powerful and powerful mangy surge out, turning into a fist shadow in the sky, directly enveloping Yang Ji in.

"Demon Ancestor Fist!"

The shadow of the fist came, and Yang Ji looked at it, as if his whole body had been filled with the shadow of the fist that was filled with evil energy.

In the midst of the many fist shadows, he felt a chill that made his heart palpitate, and that feeling was like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

Yang Ji took a deep breath, his eyes stared at the rapidly attacking Heavenly Fist Shadow, he knew that in this Heavenly Fist Shadow, there was a real killing move hidden by Demon Wudao.

The speed at which the fist shadow shrouded was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and the many fist shadows that were glowing with fierce energy were about to fall on Yang Ji's body.

"Hmph."

And just when Yang Ji was about to be hit by the fist shadow, his eyes suddenly opened, ignoring the many fist shadows, the flying sword in his hand stabbed obliquely, tearing the heavy fist shadows, and finally fiercely pointed at a fist hidden behind the fist shadow, hiding the killing intention.

Bang!

At the moment when Yang Ji's sharp sword light touched the fist, the fist shadow that enveloped his body suddenly dissipated, and immediately after, a strong demonic wind erupted like a violent wind.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Ji found a killing move, Mo Wudao was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he snorted coldly, and the fist that was as hard as an immortal weapon actually twisted like a wave, an extremely strong, but extremely ruthless dark energy surged along the bones, revealing his fist, and slammed into the tip of Yang Ji's sword, looking at this appearance, Mo Wudao actually wanted to break his flying sword.

Although the demon Wudao heart is ruthless, but Yang Ji is also cunning, with the powerful Yuan Shen, he can clearly feel and see the flow direction of the former's strength, and at the moment it is in the moment when the flying sword is bent, charging power in a roundabout way, just like the way of yin and yang in Tai Chi, overcoming rigidity with softness.

When the demon Wudao's demon arm was stretched out and the strength was finished, Yang Ji's face turned cold, and the long sword suddenly popped out, with the help of the long sword bending and the power accumulated in secret, it was very fast and fast, like a snake devouring it, and stabbed on the demon fist of the demon Wudao, and a little red appeared in an instant.

Under the strong suppression, he was actually injured, and Mo Wudao became angry, turned his fist into a claw, and his body disappeared in place like a ghost.

"Huh?" Yang Ji was alert, as if a wild beast had locked him at this moment, his hair stood upside down, and he suddenly retreated.

Laugh at!

The sharp jet-black qi, like an extremely sharp blade, swept directly past the back of Yang Ji's hand, almost hurting him.

"Huh?" Seeing Yang Ji avoiding his frontal attack, Mo Wudao's cold color flashed, and then he changed his spell, and the "Magic Fist" burst out.

The Spell Fist was extremely fierce and weird, the endless runes were like spirituality, a jump, and slammed into Yang Ji's chest, the gray mist spread out, and the magic power of the Spell Fist wanted to penetrate Yang Ji's chest.

At the same time, Mo Wudao's body flickered, and his right leg was violently raised, and he slammed into Yang Ji's head.

The shot is sharp and decisive, and it is extremely ferocious.

Yang Ji sneered, and the death mark burst out, not only canceling out the power of the spell fist, but also blasting forward.

"What? Dead seals? You were the one who fought with me for inheritance in the immortal ruins? The Dao of Life and Death chose you in the end! Mo Wudao exclaimed in anger.

(Thank you for the monthly pass, there are still 20 big guys, which is an eye-opener.) ）

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