The Art of the Great Sword

Yang Changyun thought that the group of people in front of him were cultivators of the War Demon Clan, so when he encountered these people blocking his way, he directly told them about the coffin flower.

"Coffin flower? Why haven't I heard of it?"

At this moment, a voice full of surprise came into Yang Changyun's ears.

Hearing this, Yang Changyun frowned slightly and said: "Few War Demons know about coffin flowers. I know that there is a coffin flower in this Fantasy Demon Pool because of my duties."

After he finished speaking, he heard the leading War Demon ask again: "What position do you hold in the War Demon Clan?"

When Yang Changyun heard the other party's question, he gradually felt that something was wrong.

Then, he carefully looked at these War Demons in front of him. It would have been better if he didn't look at them. After a look, he found that there were only three War Demons in this group of people.

Except for these three War Demons, the other cultivators are almost all human!

The Fantasy Demon Pool cannot be entered by non-War Demon Clan cultivators, and even war pets cannot be brought into the Fantasy Demon Pool.

But now, among this group of people, there are not only battle pets, but also human beings. What is going on?

"Who are you?"

At this moment, Yang Changyun's heart was filled with endless vigilance.

He suddenly realized that the group of people in front of him had impure purposes for entering the Magic Pool.

The sudden blooming of the coffin flowers in the Magic Pool was most likely caused by external forces.

And this external force came from these monks in front of him!

Hearing Yang Changyun's words, a handsome young man among the visitors said: "You only found out the abnormality now?"

As his voice fell, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then, the young man swung the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light had already bloomed from the long sword in his hand.

The silver-white sword light cut through the sky, giving people an exceptionally stunning feeling.

But for Yang Changyun, this was like the sword energy of the god of death, which was going to take his life.

In a trance, he seemed to see his head being cut off by the sword, but his consciousness was intact.

When his emotions returned to normal, he realized that he had been beheaded by the sword, and only his soul was watching his body.

"Who are you?"

Yang Changyun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The opponent's swordsmanship was too powerful. He was sure that there was no such swordsmanship master in their war demon clan.

The young man who cut off Yang Changyun's head with a sword smiled and said, "My name is Fang Qingyang!"

The people who came were Fang Qingyang and his group. Under the guidance of Liu Xunbao, they came here.

The treasure hunting plate in Liu Xunbao's hand was only for them to find treasures of the feather level, and the direction pointed by his treasure hunting plate was the location of the coffin flower.

Yang Changyun was just a three-step feathered war demon they encountered when they rushed to the location of the coffin flower.

For Fang Qingyang, if a war demon of the third step of Yuhua realm set foot in Zhongzhou, it would be a disaster.

Since he had met him, he had to kill him.

After all, this place was the Phantom Demon Pool. Even if he killed the war demon of the third step of Yuhua realm, it would be difficult for the outside world to know the news.

Not only that, if possible, he would kill all the war demons in this Phantom Demon Pool.

Yang Changyun had never heard of Fang Qingyang's name, but he understood that this outsider would set off a storm in the Phantom Demon Pool if he set foot in the Phantom Demon Pool.

Before his soul was destroyed, he mobilized all his soul power and prepared to leave this place and pass on the news that someone had invaded here.

However, when he was about to pass on what happened here, another sword light attacked his soul.

In an instant, before Yang Changyun could react, his soul was directly annihilated without even a wave.

After killing Yang Changyun, Fang Qingyang said to Zhan Wuyang: "Even you haven't heard of the coffin flower, how come this person knows about it?"

Zhan Wuyang heard this and said helplessly: "Master, although I am a branch of the royal family of the Zhanmo clan, I really don't know the secret of this Fantasy Demon Pool."

"I have never entered the power core of the Zhanmo clan, and it is normal that I don't know many secrets."

Fang Qingyang didn't ask any more questions.

It was also the first time he heard the name "Coffin Flower".

What kind of strange flower would have such a strange name?

With a little curiosity, Fang Qingyang wanted to see what the coffin flower that could directly destroy the Fantasy Demon Pool looked like.

The group continued to move forward, and soon they came to Luohun Ridge.

At this time, even without the guidance of Liu Xunbao's treasure hunting disk, they also felt the breath of a strange treasure coming out in front of them.

There was a sky-high purple light reflecting the surrounding environment, and a sacred and extraordinary breath escaped from the purple light.

The sparse war demons were fighting with a group of countless demons. Under the attack of the demons, the lives of these war demons were rapidly heading towards destruction.

Looking at the densely packed demons, Fang Qingyang felt his scalp tingling.

There were too many of them, and at a glance, there was no end in sight.

The appearance of each demon was almost different, but when their power was completely combined, it made those war demons in the Yuhua realm have nowhere to escape.

Through these demons, he vaguely saw a coffin covering an area of ​​about 100 feet located in the center of the demon group.

Based on the current position of the demons, they seem to be protecting the coffin.

But above the sky, there is a purple coffin emitting purple light, and the bottom of the coffin is supported by a blood-colored object similar to a branch.

The coffin of a hundred feet gives people a sense of evil, but the purple coffin of ten feet that it supports gives people a sense of sacredness.

Is it the sacredness born from evil?

This scene looks a bit creepy no matter from which aspect.

"Master, that is the treasure!"

When Fang Qingyang and his party were observing the coffin flower, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

The voice came from Liu Xunbao.

He looked at the coffin flower in front of him with shock, and said: "This is at least a treasure of the peak feathering level, and it may even be a treasure of good fortune!"

Liu Xunbao didn't expect that there would be such a treasure in this magic pool.

But if you want to obtain this treasure, the difficulty is probably not ordinary.

Take those densely packed demons for example, these demons are attacking the approaching war demons.

If they also approached the coffin flower, they would probably be attacked by the monsters.

There were too many monsters. When the number reached a certain level, no one thought that they could defeat the monster group by relying on the strong fighting power of an individual.