Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 401 Assassination (5 more)
Jiang Daoyuan, the master of the Shenge Pavilion, also had an unpleasant look on his face. Obviously, Mo Lingxuan's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

What surprised him even more was Mo Lingxuan's Emperor Demon Sect powerhouses. Each of them had the strength of the Great Saint Realm, but they all had the ability to leapfrog to challenge the Saint King!
There is no power in the Canglan Realm that can compare to such a sect that is full of monsters.

"buzz"

Just when Jiang Daoyuan was in such a daze, Mo Lingxuan directly slashed out with a sword without the slightest hesitation, and the phantom shadows of the 72 pillars of the sky descended, and they all rushed towards Jiang Daoyuan.

"The strength is good, but it is still not enough!"

Jiang Daoyuan shouted loudly, and walked out, the Eight Gate Gods Punishment Heaven Lock descended again, stretched out from all directions of the void, behind him, there were purple and golden dragons, full of endless majesty, as if they could swallow the world , making the space go berserk.

"Eight-door lock dragon array!"

With another cold shout, Jiang Daoyuan's palm fell, and in an instant, a monstrous holy formation came down, sealing off the void around Mo Lingxuan.

Obviously, Jiang Daoyuan is not only a powerful saint, but also a spiritual formation master with profound attainments, otherwise he would not be able to arrange a large formation at the holy level.

"Boom."

A loud bang filled the entire sky.

Mo Lingxuan's Asura Emperor Sword and Bamen Tiansuo suddenly slashed together, and the 72 demon gods he blasted out also collided with a purple gold dragon, and a shocking battle broke out, leaving only the endless holy Weifa fluctuates.

"boom"

In just a moment, the terrifying collision dissipated, and the eight-door lock dragon formation directly exploded into nothingness, but the terrifying power still poured on Mo Lingxuan.

I saw the monstrous magic talisman light flowing in his palm again, and it seemed that nine layers of ten thousand magic seals were blasted out in a critical strike. There was a terrifying and concussive bang, and Mo Lingxuan's figure was suddenly knocked back by a distance of a thousand meters. outside.

However, his upright body is still as immovable as a majestic mountain, as if it will last forever and will not fall down.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

At this moment, Mo Lingxuan's eyes also suddenly raised a bit of fighting spirit, and he would not be a simple person who could cultivate to the level of the Holy Daoist.

In this life, those who are not emperors can no longer look at the powerful in the world with the eyes of the previous life.

"This seat has been promoted to the Holy One for two thousand years, do you really think that this long time is for nothing?"

Jiang Daoyuan sneered, looked at the surrounding battlefield, and the playfulness on his face became more and more intense: "Perhaps it is still difficult to kill you with my own strength, but it will not be long before these people from your Emperor Demon Sect Everyone will be defeated, and if you add a few holy kings, how can you be rampant?"

"During this period, as long as I hold you back, the women and disciples around you will die one by one!"

After saying that, Jiang Daoyuan launched a powerful attack again, his whole body seemed to be covered by a real purple gold dragon, turning into the body of a thousand-foot dragon, his palms were blasted out, and there was also a dragon's roar.

Mo Lingxuan once again slashed out the Emperor's Sword, and continuously broke out shocking collisions in the thousands of miles of void. Every blow was a world-destroying horror!
However, at this moment, Mo Lingxuan's eyes were also a little cold. After the battle, he saw the holy king-level battlefield below from the corner of his eyes.

Indeed, with the intervention of a superfluous mid-level holy king, Murong Xian'er and the others' advantage in leapfrogging the challenge was getting lower and lower.

Moreover, the middle-ranked holy king of the ancient Qin clan was extremely cunning, knowing that to Mo Lingxuan, the women like Murong Xian'er might be the most important.

Therefore, they just kept launching subtle attacks against them.

Murong Xian'er and Ye Qingyao were fine, after all, they were both in the Great Saint Realm, but Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan, who were already weaker and only half-sacred, gradually seemed to be a little helpless.

Seeing this, Mo Lingxuan's offensive became more fierce, and each sword cut became more powerful.

But Jiang Daoyuan naturally knew Mo Lingxuan's urgent attitude, and immediately sneered again and again, trying his best to hold Mo Lingxuan back.

With every blow, the world becomes more violent and destroys the world, causing the saint king level figures below to change their expressions slightly, and they stay away from the battlefield of the saint level.

"Sister Xian'er, be careful!"

But at this moment, the exclamations of Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan suddenly sounded from the holy king level battlefield below, which made Mo Lingxuan's heart tremble suddenly.

When his huge spiritual consciousness probed downwards, the face that was originally calm and calm also changed slightly in an instant.

Because, Mo Lingxuan saw a star image above Murong Xian'er's head. This star image contained endless coldness and strangeness. As the stars flowed, thousands of figures appeared in an instant, all of whom were the holy kings of the ancient Qin clan.

And his true self, also wandering in the stars, seems to disappear, only countless ghostly figures.

At this moment, even Mo Lingxuan felt a strong sense of crisis.

"Not good! This holy king is good at assassination!"

In an instant, Mo Lingxuan understood the clue. This Saint King of the Qin Gu Clan had never used all his strength to attack like other Saint Kings before, in order to find a chance to kill with one blow!
Assassins, if they come out, they will die, and if they come out, they will be killed!

The existence of a mid-level holy king assassinated Murong Xian'er, which made Mo Lingxuan's dusty heart tremble suddenly.

"roll!"

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Lingxuan immediately let out a cold cry, urging the powerful force of the law to directly control Emperor Shura's sword and transform it into an endless sword of the void, filling the entire sky.

"Buzz."

One hundred thousand swords whizzed through the void, and Emperor Shura's sword exuded a chilling light, and after that, there was a nine-color demonic sword that filled the sky.

There was a loud crashing sound, and the one hundred thousand demonic swords, led by Emperor Shura's sword, descended towards Jiang Daoyuan in an overwhelming manner, directly assassinating the entire void.

At the same time, his figure also crossed the void with primordial power in an instant, ignoring the space distance, and rushed towards Murong Xian'er.

But all of this happened in an instant.

Even though Mo Lingxuan found out and reacted instantly, it still seemed a little late.

Facing Mo Lingxuan's offensive, even Jiang Daoyuan couldn't help showing a bit of solemnity, urging endless Zijin offensives to resist.

His face was full of teasing and sneering. As expected, these women had a high status to Mo Lingxuan.

If they can't kill Mo Lingxuan, then they should attack the people around her first!
Murong Xian'er naturally also felt the faint suffocating sense of crisis, but obviously, she was wrapped by the astrology of that holy king and powerhouse, and it might be impossible for her to escape.

"Hurry up!"

Mo Lingxuan's heart was also extremely urgent, time seemed to stand still at this moment, but in such a critical situation, it still seemed not enough.

(End of this chapter)