Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 442 Demon Emperor Throne
Ninety-nine returns to one, like a sword of nothingness.

The terrifying white sword of the Nine Swords Sect Master seemed to be cutting into nothingness, directly killing Mo Lingxuan.

But at the same time, a round of dark moon light bloomed, and his sword pierced the dark moon, but he seemed to be trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lingxuan's sword followed, slashing everything, as if piercing into the heart of a person.

The complexion of the Nine Swords Sect Master changed slightly, he drew back his sword directly, gathered all the killing power of the sword at one point, and collided with the Shura Emperor sword that Mo Lingxuan had killed out of thin air.

"Ding"

There was only a soft sound, but the collision of sword power erupted in the entire space.

"Boom."

Afterwards, the collision of swordsmanship ended, but it seemed that a sword of nothingness pierced into the holy soul of the Nine Swords Sect Master, making it impossible for him to guard against and avoid it!
It made his complexion turn extremely pale in an instant, and his figure retreated violently.

At this moment, not only was the corner of his mouth bleeding, but even his nostrils and ears were bleeding.

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

Just like Mo Lingxuan's sword, what was cut was not the body, but the soul!

At the same time, the attacks of several other sages descended, but Mo Lingxuan remained unruffled. The Myriad Dao Demon Seal blasted out, and the light of gods and demons directly wiped out everything, and violent fluctuations erupted.

"dong dong dong"

Zhu Qiang's figure also retreated violently, his face extremely horrified.

There were so many of them attacking together, although it might be difficult for Mo Lingxuan to kill some of them, but with such terrifying strength, they were still shocked when they fought back one by one.

Forcefully forcing them back, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Lingxuan's figure still fled towards the high platform of the throne behind.

Qingluo Shengzun's thoughts flashed, and they immediately shouted: "Go directly to snatch the sacred object, don't fall into this son's hands!"

As soon as the words fell, many saints shifted their targets in an instant, and instead of launching an offensive against Mo Lingxuan, they also fled directly towards the high stairs.

In an instant, figures swarmed over, and a dozen or so people rushed towards the throne on the high platform.

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

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

"Shhhh."

The figure of Mo Lingxuan and Zhu Qiang landed on the high platform of the throne almost at the same time.

From the corner of their eyes, they inadvertently glimpsed the majestic and infinitely attractive gilded throne in front of them, and almost every holy figure's breathing was a little short.

Their hearts were beating violently.

Everyone has a feeling that as long as they sit on this throne, they are the real masters.

But at the same time, there is also an essential sense of oppression permeating their hearts. Even though the attraction is quite strong, they dare not touch the Demon Emperor's throne at all, and they dare not even look directly at it.

Zhu Qiang's eyes fell on the Xuanmo Armor and Xuanmo Halberd on both sides one by one, and everyone's figure jumped up, like a ghost rushing towards the two relics of the Demon God.

Only Mo Lingxuan was still walking towards the most central Demon Emperor's throne indifferently, only feeling lost in his heart.

"This idiot, it turned out that he was attracted by the throne of the Demon God!"

"This is the throne of the Demon God during his lifetime. It has unique magic power. We dare not even look directly at it. If he sits on it, it will save us a lot of effort. He deserves it when he dies!"

Seeing Mo Lingxuan's behavior, each of the saints had extremely mocking sneers on their faces, looking at Mo Lingxuan as if they were looking at a fool.

Before, they were worried about what would happen if Mo Lingxuan was so powerful and they robbed the Demon God's relic.

But now this result was beyond their expectations, and made them feel overjoyed.

Regardless of Mo Lingxuan, all powers focused their attention on the two Demon God Supreme Treasures, one after another powerful laws fell, and the powerful from all sides snatched the Mystic Demon Armor and the Mystical Demon Halberd together.

He even stared at other people and wanted to attack.

A short-term alliance is obviously extremely fragile in the face of absolute interests, like a mess of loose sand, it will fall apart at the touch of a finger.

Mo Lingxuan also didn't care about the internal strife among these people. He didn't stop in his footsteps, and the throne of his previous life was already within easy reach.

"Mr. Mo, don't touch it!"

The daughters of Xianlingxuan seemed to be in their throats at this moment, shouting a reminder.

Even though they knew that Mo Lingxuan might have extraordinary strength, but this was the throne of the demon god, a late-stage figure of the Holy Lord, he dared not even look directly at him for a long time.

If they dare to sit on it, they can hardly imagine the consequences!
But seeing, Mo Lingxuan was not moved at all, he directly stepped onto the gilded platform, caressed the throne lightly, then turned around and sat down with a flick of his sleeves.

"boom"

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

The world changed, and a powerful majesty of the emperor swept out directly, filling this space world.

At the same time, this force also sent all the powerful saints flying out one after another, and all of them fell heavily to the bottom of the steps.

The rumbling sound continued, causing the whole hall to start to shake. Everyone couldn't stand still, and the affected figure was shaking endlessly.

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

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

The emperor's seat on the high platform stood there quietly, without any influence from the earthquake, as if it was an eternal and ancient existence.

At this moment, all the saints raised their heads and looked at the figure on the high platform, their faces were completely covered by horror, and their hearts were trembling extremely.

Unknowingly, facing Mo Lingxuan, all the strong people present felt a sense of worship, and even their knees trembled slightly, as if they were about to kneel and prostrate on the ground.

Only with the support of powerful holy thoughts, they were barely overwhelmed by the power of the emperor!

Zhu Qiang expected that the scene where Mo Lingxuan was directly suppressed by the coercion of the Demon God's Throne did not happen, but the figure that looked like a real emperor gave them a huge sense of shock.

Sitting on the throne, Mo Lingxuan gave them a sense of naturalness, as if the throne should belong to him!

Infinite majesty emanates from the throne, which is unprecedented among the powers, and contains the supreme majesty of contempt, as if the heavens will submit to him!

(End of this chapter)