The Art of the Great Sword

In the Juetian Mountains, Fang Qingyang was flying across the sky, using the Great Freedom to observe the world.

All movements cannot escape his eyes.

However, after this place experienced spiritual energy recovery, it changed too much.

The place is vast, and trying to find a few people to come out is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this time, Fang Qingyang suddenly felt the spiritual pattern on his arm fluctuating violently. Ever since he joined Jiyuan Mountain and became the brother of Su Luochuan and others, Su Luochuan had carved a spiritual pattern on his arm.

This spiritual pattern is expensive and extremely expensive. The advantage is that it allows several brothers to communicate with each other and keep in touch at any time.

The spiritual pattern bloomed into a curtain of light, and several figures emerged, which were exactly the appearances of several monks who had blended into the Juetian Mountains.

It was from the second brother Song Yi.

"I see."

Fang Qingyang's eyes narrowed. Once he had a purpose, things became much simpler.

The Great Freedom Observation Method was activated again with all its strength, searching for those figures.

As time passed, Fang Qingyang felt a bad feeling in his heart. He realized that time had dragged on for a long time. If those people had a clear purpose, they might have succeeded.

But he can't retreat.

The family is here!

Moreover, the family will not be able to retreat at all for a while.

With so many people, I am afraid that they will be exposed in front of the Qingyu Demon Saint in an instant!

The situation is obviously in some trouble.

...

...

Those monsters used the monk's body to speed up their movements, and there was almost no suspicion from anyone.

Now that the demon clan is attacking the three major cities, there is an atmosphere of tension in the Juetian Mountains. There are people running around everywhere, so it seems that they are not special.

"Sir, are we almost here?"

A demon clan came up and asked in a low voice.

"The foundation of the formation is right in front. We don't need to go deep into the Juetian Mountains. We only need to complete this thing on the periphery."

The Demon Saint grinned, "We'll be there soon, be prepared."

Next, they climbed over the mountains and ridges, and finally came to a deserted clearing. This place was very strange. It was surrounded by lush greenery, but here there was no grass growing, exposing bare land.

"This is it."

Demon Saint took the lead to walk up and stand in a position, and then whispered, "Stand according to the things we practiced before. When I announce the start, everyone will take action together!"

"good."

The other demon clan obeyed the order and quickly took up their positions.

Following the demon saint's order, the group of demons suddenly took action, and a spiritual pattern composed of blood condensed in their palms, full of evil aura, which was very frightening.

Immediately afterwards, these bloody spirit patterns spread out in all directions with the Demon Saint as the center, and the formations under their feet lit up little by little.

As the formation flashed, intense light flew up to the sky, and the overwhelming evil energy condensed, which was very obvious in the huge Juetian Mountains.

"Sir, for so many years, you have been trapped under the Juetian Mountains and suppressed by the Holy Spirit Vein. Now let me take action to untie you. With your talent and combat power, you must not be buried here!"

The demon saint suddenly raised his hands with absolute piety in his expression.

The sky and the earth began to tremble, the void hummed continuously, and accompanied by thunder and lightning, the first crack appeared in the earth, followed by several more clicks, which was heart-stirring.

A demonic energy visible to the naked eye spread towards the surroundings. Because it was so strong, it even formed a demonic cloud rising into the sky, shocking the area for dozens of miles.

"What's the noise?"

"What kind of light is this?"

"Look, what a terrifying demon cloud!"

Many patrolling disciples immediately noticed something was wrong in this area. Their expressions changed slightly and they hurriedly shouted, "Let's go over and take a look. You go and report this matter."

After saying that, the group of disciples rushed towards Yaoyun.

At the same time, Fang Qingyang was the one who discovered the demonic cloud.

He was already galloping in the void, and even if he was far away, he could still see the demonic cloud that was being formed. At that moment, his expression changed and he quickly flew in that direction.

A chill arose in my heart.

With such movement, could they really succeed?

Once the Qingyu Demon Saint is released, I would never dare to think about what will happen next.

The demon clan has a huge plan, and their plan must be killed.

Otherwise, not only the entire Juetian Mountains, but also the entire East Continent will be wiped out. The demon clan does not want to keep this place as a stronghold, they want to take away the origin of the plane of the East Continent.

If that really happens, the entire East Continent will probably become a barren land, and all luck will dissipate. Even if it takes hundreds or thousands of years, it may not be able to return to what it was like before.

This is really tantamount to killing the goose that lays the egg!

So Fang Qingyang will never let this happen.

"boom!"

There was another violent tremor, and a big illusory face emerged from the demonic cloud. His face was ferocious and terrifying, and he let out a venting roar.

Fang Qingyang's heart thumped. Is this Qingyu Demon Saint really going to be born?

"Why is there evil spirit there?"

"Have the monsters invaded our Juetian Mountains?"

"Quick, report this!"

"Let's go, fight with me first."

The other children of the Fang family are all tough.

After realizing that there was a monster invasion, their first reaction was to kill them and fight the monsters to the death. No matter what, they would not be allowed to succeed.

Fang Qingyang calmed down and flew towards Yaoyun.

Close!

Getting closer!

Even, Fang Qingyang vaguely saw several figures standing on the open space, exactly the same as the one sent by his second brother, and it was the monk who mixed in.

But these monks looked ferocious at the moment, and their flesh and blood were melting bit by bit.

"Hahaha, sir, wake up!"

The demon saint in the lead laughed wildly, his body was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, only his head was still floating in the air.

To unlock the seal, not only must the blood-colored spiritual pattern be put in, but the most important thing is to have a blood sacrifice. Each of these monks is carefully selected, and their own flesh and blood are very suitable as sacrifices.

Fang Qingyang shouted angrily, suddenly condensed the air wave, raised his hand and slapped it, and the terrifying aura instantly smashed the figures of several people completely.

But it was still too late.

The formation below had been formed, a large number of spiritual patterns were shattered, and the seal was completely lifted.

The earth once again completely collapsed, and a terrifying light appeared from it. A terrible figure stood up and crawled out of the crack.

"This world is still so lush, I haven't seen it for a long time."

The Green Feather Demon Saint exudes a terrifying demonic aura, and the demonic cloud above his head is more condensed at this moment, revealing the faces of a large number of wronged souls, howling like hell.

He is more than three meters tall, with a very well-proportioned body, and his muscles are like streamlines, emitting a faint luster.

He is covered with green feathers, as hard as iron, and his eyes are cold, filled with extreme chill.

This True Saint Realm Demon Saint, after being sealed for many years, finally sees the light of day again!