Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 27 [The hundred-year-old demon king finally takes revenge]

"Tiger demon! You will die today."

Zhang Yan's eyes were about to burst, and the jade-like glass lamp was sacrificed by him.

The moment the Yuxu Glazed Lamp appeared, the ancient flames of all spirits that filled the surroundings boiled instantly, as if taking a tonic, with high momentum.

"boom!"

"Feng Tian!"

As Zhang Yan finished speaking, the jade-like glass lamp in his hand shone brightly, exuding an infinite power.

Under this power, even if the tiger demon stirs up a trace of the power of heaven and earth, it will be in vain.

But he saw that the land for hundreds of miles was enveloped in the light of the golden flames, dispersing the haze of the evil spirits. Wherever the golden light passed, all the evil spirits faded into nothingness.

"Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

"Jie Jie! It just so happens that my ancestor is missing a magic weapon in my hand."

The tiger demon looked down at the Jade Void Glazed Lamp offered by Zhang Yan. It was rare among innate spiritual treasures. Just like the tiger demon already had the Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation level, but he still had an inferior product he had refined in his hand. Acquired spiritual treasure.

"Then it depends on your ability!"

"Destroy."

Zhang Yan said coldly, and at the same time, the original fire of the Ancient Flame of All Spirits in the Yuxu Glazed Lamp jumped out instantly, and the blazing temperature seemed to melt everything.

"drink!"

The hundred-year-old demon king smiled ferociously, raised the blood-colored sword in his hand, and slashed towards Zhang Yan with a thousand-foot-long blood beam, shining with strong evil aura.

"Boom~!"

Flames surged all over the sky, and the jade-like glazed lamp evolved into a huge fireball of a hundred feet, like a small sun, rushing straight towards the hundred-year-old demon king.

The blood-red light collided with it, and a terrifying aftermath instantly spread throughout the sky. The thousand-foot bloody light passed through the fireball and struck towards Zhang Yan.

However, the fireball continued unabated and rushed towards the hundred-year-old demon king.

"Hey! The offensive has been detected and is being analyzed."

"brush!"

A long black-yellow flag stood in the wind, with countless golden lights rippling down and covering Zhang Yan's body.

It was the Wuji Xinghuang Banner that Zhang Yan sacrificed.

Although the hundred-year-old demon king relied on devouring humans to advance to Taiyi Golden Immortal, compared to Zhang Yan, he was not on the same level after all.

The mottled demon power destined him to be unable to exert the strength of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Zhang Yan had a treasure in his body, as well as magical powers. This was the reason why Zhang Yan was not afraid of the hundred-year-old demon king.

"clang!"

The bloody sword light hit the Wuji apricot yellow flag, and the black golden light only caused the slightest ripples, not even breaking through the defense.

However, at this moment, a golden fireball hundreds of feet exploded in front of the Centenary Demon King. The golden flames covered the entire sky of Centenary Mountain with a layer of golden flames.

The flames exploded at such a close distance, and the blazing temperature swept through the entire Centennial Mountains. The hundreds of miles of mountains were instantly reduced to ruins, and you could even smell the scorched earth smell of the burning earth.

Under this offensive, tens of thousands of monsters in Baisui Mountain were instantly reduced to death without any chance of survival. However, it was obvious that Zhang Yan was not concerned about those little monsters.

"Dip, a life wave has been detected."

"He's not dead after all!"

Zhang Yan murmured in a low voice, his eyes sharp with sharpness.

Purple thunder and lightning enveloped Zhang Yan's body, and a purple hammer shadow appeared in his hand.

The moment the purple hammer appeared in his hand, dark clouds gathered in the entire sky, and at the same time, a mysterious and mysterious aura erupted from Zhang Yan's body.     It is the occult art of supernatural power.

"Young child of the human race, if you kill tens of thousands of my demon soldiers, disaster will surely come to your human race."

When the golden flames dissipated, a hundred-year-old demon king was revealed who was in a state of embarrassment.

Obviously, under the Ancient Flame of All Spirits, he was not unscathed. His whole body was pale and full of burnt smell, and no good piece of meat could be found when his skin was cut open, and his armor and stomach all melted away with a sound.

The aura was chaotic, and the demonic energy could not be suppressed as it hovered over his body, affecting the ancient flames of all spirits and constantly burning his body.

However, the ancient flame of all spirits activated by Zhang Yan's golden immortal cultivation was obviously not powerful enough and had limited impact on the hundred-year-old demon king.

"Boom!"

The purple electric hammer has the ability to control thousands of thunders, and with the blessing of Zhang Yan's mastery of five thunders, it is even more extraordinary.

Thousands of miles of dark clouds accumulated in the sky, thunder surged, and thunder dragons were circling and dancing among them.

"Another innate spiritual treasure, who are you?"

The hundred-year-old demon king's expression was solemn. Under his telepathy, Zhang Yan was only at the peak level of the Golden Immortal, but he now had three innate spiritual treasures displayed.

"But no matter what your background is, it's useless. My tens of thousands of demon soldiers all have gods in the demon court."

"Even if there is a powerful person behind you, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court will not let you go."

So what about the Demon Court? After the Lich War, the Demon Clan was still reduced to the point where people screamed for death in the wilderness. If it weren't for the help of the Nuwa Empress behind it, they would have been exterminated long ago.

Zhang Yan ignored the clamor of the hundred-year-old demon king. He was the great disciple of the Chan Sect. At present, the Three Pure Ones had not yet separated, and there were three saints on the Kunlun Mountains. He did not need to fear any force in the entire prehistoric period.

So what about Demon Court, he really didn't believe that Emperor Jun dared to come to Kunlun Mountain to cause trouble.

"Innate wooden thunder, fall!"

Zhang Yan's expression suddenly changed, he waved the purple electric hammer, controlled the power of the five thunders, and pulled a green thunder and lightning that was tens of feet in size from the sky.

Now that Zhang Yan's cultivation has greatly increased, he is even holding the Purple Electric Hammer, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that can control thousands of thunders. The power of thunder that explodes is no longer what it used to be.

This innate wooden thunder is the nemesis of the demon clan. If Taoist Duobao had suffered this innate wooden thunder that day, how could he have survived?

"Boom!"

This thunder fell and affected a trace of the power of heaven and earth. It has obviously exceeded the limit that Jinxian can exert, and has touched the power of Taiyi Jinxian.

Moreover, this is not the Taiyi Golden Immortal at the level of a hundred-year-old demon king, but the power of the spell cast by the authentic Taiyi Golden Immortal of Xuanmen.

"Roar!"

The hundred-year-old demon king did not hesitate, raised his head and roared, turning into a giant tiger thousands of feet long and opening its huge mouth to devour the innate wooden thunder.

"Crack!"

Green thunder exploded on the hundred-year-old demon king's true body, and thunder surged over his body. His aura was chaotic, as if he would be unable to bear it at any moment.

"Hmph! He's quite tenacious."

Zhang Yan sneered, the power of countless thunders was gestating in the dark clouds of the sky. This offensive took several breaths of time, and most of the dark clouds that were thousands of miles away shrank.

The strong power spread across the land for thousands of miles, and the weak creatures knelt on the ground and trembled, looking in horror at the terrifying power gestating in the sky.

"Stop, let me go."

There was blood flowing from the corner of the mouth of the hundred-year-old demon king. Under the roar of the innate wooden thunder, there was no good flesh on his body, and his aura was extremely weak.

"hehe!"

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)