The Art of the Great Sword

Chapter 202 Monster Clan’s Holy Object!

When facing this huge shadow, Fang Qingyang felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, his shoulders sank slightly, and a large number of cracks opened in the ground under his feet.

"He's actually a human kid? Where are my descendants?"

The phantom was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, "A human kid dares to enter my demon cave and look for death. I will crush you as easily as I crush an ant!"

Along with his roars, the entire demon cave shook uncontrollably, roared crazily, and exploded with air waves, making it difficult for people to bear its terrifying power.

Fang Qingyang felt as if he had been hit hard or hit on the head by a giant hammer. He groaned and his legs sank into the ground. The situation was very tragic.

He held the ground with both hands, one on the left and one on the right, to force himself not to sink deeply into it, with anger flashing in his eyes.

This phantom is obviously very powerful, and its strength is at least in the holy realm!

The holy realm can be called the Demon King!

With the Demon King's strength, no wonder the aura can be so terrifying. Just a shadow can make it difficult to breathe.

But soon Fang Qingyang noticed the clues. Although the demon king was very angry and pretended to crush him to death, he did not actually take action.

You can only rely on this terrifying pressure to oppress yourself.

For ordinary people, when the terrifying pressure comes, it is indeed unbearable. The body will gradually collapse and eventually turn into a pool of flesh and blood, and even the bones will be crushed into powder.

However, Fang Qingyang is no ordinary person!

His physical strength is comparable to that of a powerful prince.

In short, this demon king could not deal an effective and fatal blow to Fang Qingyang only by relying on the pressure of his breath.

"Is it only to this extent?"

Fang Qingyang raised his head with all his strength, his eyes were cold and arrogant, "You can't hold me down to death at this level, how about...you add more strength?"

"Arrogant human ants!"

The demon king roared angrily, grinning, showing his ferociousness to the extreme, "I want you to die, you can only die, no one in the sky or on earth can save you!"

Fang Qingyang withstood the mountain-like pressure little by little, used his arms to prop up his body, and stood up under the slightly shocked gaze of the demon king's shadow.

His body was swaying unsteadily, as if he might fall down at any time, but he stood firm and looked up at the phantom of the demon king.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Fang Qingyang's mouth, "If it were you in your true form, then I would definitely die. Unfortunately...you here are just a shadow, and the pressure you can release is no more than that." !”

His muscles tensed up and he moved forward.

The demon king's phantom's pupils shrank, this kid was so unafraid of death and dared to get close?

"If I remember correctly, the reason why you left a shadow here is simply to protect a certain inheritance. What kind of treasure is it?"

Fang Qingyang sneered and moved forward, step by step. Every step he took on the ground caused the surrounding ground to shake. Huge pressure washed over his back like a waterfall, but he forcibly straightened his spine and allowed the skin on his back to crack and blood to flow out. Don't care either.

Go against the current!

Finally, he walked to the high platform where the demon king's shadow was, looked up at the shadow nearby, and mocked, "Why don't you protect your dignity as the demon king? Why don't you kill me?" "

The demon king's phantom roared repeatedly, and Fang Qingyang was right. He was indeed strong on the outside but capable on the inside. Only a phantom remained here to protect the inheritance, and there was no way to use the power of his body.

The only demon king's pressure that could be mobilized was resolved by Fang Qingyang with all his strength. It could even be said that he had no way to deal with Fang Qingyang's provocation.

"Little brat, I remember you. You damn ant. When the day comes that my true body is released from the seal, I will definitely cut you into pieces!"

The demon king's shadow roared angrily, and the killing intent bursting out of his pupils had reached its extreme. If he could take action, he would probably rush forward and tear Fang Qingyang into pieces.

Fang Qingyang endured the terrifying pressure and struggled to reach out to the high platform, where a demonic magic sword was quietly stuck upside down, making ripples.

"Buzz!"

Fang Qingyang held the hilt of the sword, and a huge amount of evil energy rushed into his meridians and poured into his limbs, trying to break Fang Qingyang's body.

Fang Qingyang groaned and trembled all over.

"Hahahaha, boy, you have fallen into a trap! So what if the coercion cannot kill you? The terrifying demonic energy contained in this sword is beyond your ability to bear now! Not to mention you, even the big demon is very... It’s difficult to pull out this sword, and then this demonic energy will penetrate your body’s meridians and crush your internal organs, and you will die in endless pain.”

The demon king laughed loudly, as sinister as he was. Seeing that the pressure could not kill Fang Qingyang, he hatched a plan and deliberately pretended to be incompetent and furious to lure Fang Qingyang to relax his vigilance.

As long as Fang Qingyang grabs the sword, everything will be easy.

How can a human race afford the sacred objects of the demon race?

Therefore, he will die without a burial place!

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyang slowly raised his face, his voice was ferocious and low, "Do you really think your plan has succeeded? I... don't think so!"

Although the voice was difficult, he managed to withstand the impact, and then his arms exerted force, and veins appeared on the bulging muscles, like pulsing little snakes.

"Wake it up for me!"

Fang Qingyang shouted loudly, his arm suddenly exerted force, and he suddenly pulled the magic sword upwards. With a heart-wrenching sound, he gradually pulled out the magic sword inch by inch.

The pupils of the Demon King's phantom turned red. He was so proud before, but now he seemed to have suddenly fallen into the abyss, trembling all over, as if he might collapse at any time.

How could this kid pull out the sacred object of the demon clan!

"This sword is very powerful, and it contains extremely terrifying demonic energy. This is a..."

Fang Qingyang lowered his voice, his eyes flickered, and muttered to himself, "This is definitely a holy weapon!"

Fang Qingyang had never touched a holy weapon.

For him, the word "saint" was even more out of reach.

Therefore, being able to find a sacred object of the demon clan in this place of sacrifice was a great gain for Fang Qingyang. After the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art was upgraded to the third level, he would not have to worry about finding the first sword.

The premise is that he can use this sword!

"Human cub, I will remember you. Everything that happened today will be repaid to you in the future. Clean your neck and wait for death!" The phantom of the demon king was obviously a little angry. A ferocious killing intent burst out from his pupils. He was really furious. Fang Qingyang smiled and raised his hand to throw the demon clan holy object full of terrifying demonic energy into the Dragon Emperor Sword. Then, he used the Great Freedom Visualization Method to carefully explore the surroundings and make sure that there were no other omissions before leaving quickly. Outside the temple, Wei Qingxuan put his hands behind his back, and a calm look flashed in his eyes. He had been calculating the time in his mind. He thought Fang Qingyang would come out after taking the things inside, but he didn't expect it to be delayed for so long. Could it be that he encountered danger... Wei Qingxuan thought in his heart. He paced back and forth with a frown on his face. Everyone knew that he couldn't stay here for long. Maybe other big demons would come later. But Fang Qingyang didn't come out, so he couldn't leave him and run away alone.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go down to look for Fang Qingyang, a figure walked out of the gate temple. It was Fang Qingyang who returned.

When Fang Qingyang stepped out of the gate temple, the gate temple collapsed with a bang, collapsed fiercely downwards, and soon turned into a pile of rubble.

As for Fang Qingyang, his skin was cracked in large pieces, and the blood made him look like a bloody man. His expression was a little hideous, and it was obvious that he had been under a lot of pressure before.

"Let's go."

Fang Qingyang looked up at Wei Qingxuan and Zhong Ran, and signaled to leave here quickly.

The three of them didn't say much nonsense and fled quickly.

Less than a cup of tea after they left, three great demons came here. When they saw the destroyed altar and the destroyed gate temple, their pupils suddenly widened in anger.

"The sacred object of our clan has been taken away!"

Several great demons roared, and the demonic energy that surged into the sky dispersed the clouds and mist, forming a large black cloud that covered the jungle for a long time.

In order to achieve their goal this time, they spent a huge price to exchange for some sacrifices from the Yaochi Holy Land, but they failed in the end!

The feeling of anger rushed into their minds, making them want to find someone to kill immediately, but after calming down, they still suppressed the overwhelming killing intent.

"This matter must be reported."

A great demon roared in a low voice, "We actually suffered a loss here, and this place must be recovered! The most important thing is the sacred object of our clan. If we can't find it back, we will all be finished!"

"That's for sure, start with the traces first."

The other two great demons immediately squatted down and sniffed the smell on the ground with their noses.

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After the three left here, without any hesitation, they moved forward all the way and finally returned to the family without any danger.

Because Murong Jiu was guarding, the Fang family was the safest.

Unless the demon clan sends out the Saint Realm Demon King, no one can shake Murong Jiu, who is already a prince in the Fate-Defying Realm.

Fang Qingyang found Fang Mu and handed Zhong Ran to him to make arrangements.

"What did you get?"

Wei Qingxuan asked with a smile, "Looking at your blood, you must have suffered a lot in there, right?"

"Fortunately it wasn't you who went in."

Fang Qingyang took out two jars of wine from the ring, handed one to Wei Qingxuan, and said with emotion, "There is a phantom of a demon king in it!"

After the voice fell, Wei Qingxuan was stunned, "Equivalent to... a demon king with the strength of a saint?"

"Yes."

Fang Qingyang smiled bitterly, "Although he couldn't make a move, he could activate part of the saint-level pressure. At that time, my whole body was suppressed and it was difficult to move. If it weren't for my strong physique, I would have been Strong enough, I'm afraid that the bones will break after a few breaths! "

"If I go, I will definitely die."

Wei Qingxuan touched his nose and couldn't help shaking his head, "It seems that you are omnipotent and can deal with any danger."

"My reward is a sword."

Fang Qingyang took out the demon clan's sacred object from the Dragon Emperor Sword, "I can be sure that this is a holy realm spirit weapon. They, the demon clan, are particularly concerned about this sword."

"Holy realm spirit weapon?"

Wei Qingxuan was shocked. Although he was born in the Wei Mansion and had been knowledgeable since childhood, he rarely came into contact with the holy realm level.

When he reached out to touch the magic sword, a terrifying demon clan evil spirit penetrated into his body, as cold as falling into an ice cave, freezing him trembling all over, and his blood was about to coagulate.

"Pah."

Fang Qingyang slapped him on the shoulder in time, injecting a terrifying fire into his body, allowing Wei Qingxuan to get rid of the influence of the demon spirit in time.

In an instant, Wei Qingxuan broke out in a cold sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "If you give me such a horrible thing, won't it cost me my life?"

"It is like this."

Fang Qingyang smiled bitterly, "It took all my strength to pull it out. You don't know how painful the whole process was. If I had even less strength, I would have failed."

"All the harvest is this sword?"

Wei Qingxuan blinked.

"nature."

Fang Qingyang looked serious.

"Although I am a sword cultivator, the demonic energy contained in this sword is too terrifying. I obviously can't use it, so I can only give you an advantage."

Wei Qingxuan sighed with pretense of regret, "The mission we experienced this time is definitely worth more than a thousand contribution points. I will write down what happened in detail to the organization and report it as intelligence. The organization will definitely Contribution point rewards will be increased as appropriate..."

Speaking of this, Wei Qingxuan deliberately let it slip, "It's better to do this. No matter how many contribution points we get in the end, you get 40% and I get 60%."

This is definitely a sign of taking care of Fang Qingyang.

Not to mention anything else, how much is this demon clan holy object worth?

Although Fang Qingyang contributed more, this news was brought by Wei Qingxuan. In any case, the two should share it equally, but Wei Qingxuan took the initiative to give in.

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "We are all brothers, how can I make you suffer? No matter how much you contribute, I only want one Sword Sect Spirit Fruit, and the rest is yours!"

Wei Qingxuan didn't show any pretense, nodded and said, "Okay, then it's settled."

Next, Wei Qingxuan went to write information. He would hand it over to Xia Yan, who would then present it to judge his contribution this time.

The most important thing is, intelligence!

During this adventure, it was discovered that the Yaochi Holy Land had colluded with the demon clan, and they also vaguely learned that there was a crack filled with demonic energy suppressed within the Yaochi Holy Land.

These two pieces of information alone are priceless!

Fang Qingyang was not idle. He held this demon clan sacred object and entered the Dragon Emperor Sword.

"This sword is good."

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, glanced at the demon sword that even the demon king cherished, and only gave it a "good" evaluation.

Fang Qingyang smiled. His master was someone who could even use Emperor-level skills at will. Being able to praise him was the best compliment in itself.

"It's just that the demonic energy here is a bit huge. I wonder if Master, who has great supernatural powers, can help me purify it."

Fang Qingyang shamelessly pleases the middle-aged man.

"Huh, that's all you have on your mind."

The middle-aged man just snorted coldly at this. He raised his hand to grab the magic sword full of evil spirit from the air, and then injected a pure dragon breath into it. In an instant, , the magic sword made a hissing sound, like water being boiled and gurgling.

A burst of screams came from the sword, and a ferocious and twisted demon face burst out, as if he was experiencing unbearable suffering.

"There is still a ray of thought on it, which is ridiculous."

The middle-aged man glanced at the face of the demon clan. In an instant, the other person was crushed by the terrifying force and completely turned into nothingness.

The sword became completely silent.