Chapter 311: Unbuttoning the Martial Saint Armor, Raising His Hand to Repel the Four Demon Kings, and Entering Longding Mountain

There are four leaders of the monster army in front of them, namely Prince Kunpeng, Flame Python Demon Lord, Great Turtle Saint Lord, and Long Xuan.

Every great demon has a cultivation level of twelve realms. Among them, the realms of Great Turtle Saint Monarch and Long Xuan have reached the peak of the demon king realm.

The Great Turtle Saint King is a great demon under the command of the Six Thrones. He comes from the wild and deep sea clan. He has a trace of the blood of the mythical beast Xuanwu. His body is a giant turtle, which can move islands and has the ability to reclaim the sea and create land.

Seeing that Yang Zhaoyuan's aura had greatly increased compared to before.

Long Xuan's cold eyes revealed a look of surprise.

"What kind of treasure is this that can actually make this person's cultivation rise to two realms?"

The Great Turtle Sage was the oldest of the four and was well-informed. He saw the shadow of the Martial Saint on Yang Zhaoyuan, stroked his beard, and muttered: "I'm afraid this is not a legacy from the ancient Dajie Dynasty. That treasure?"

Prince Kunpeng seemed to have heard something, and thought to himself: "The ancient dynasty has been destroyed? Hasn't it already perished?"

The Great Turtle Saint explained: "This object is called the Great Jiewu Holy Armor, also known as the Twelve Holy Armors. It is a supreme holy object forged by the Great Jie Dynasty that has been extinct for more than a thousand years."

"The martial arts of the Great Jie Dynasty revived, and many martial saints were born, but in the end they were still unable to withstand the fate of destruction. In the end, they lost to the Great Zhou Dynasty and gave them a wedding dress for the Eight Hundred Years of Great Zhou Dynasty."

Even the extremely arrogant Prince Kunpeng couldn't help but solemnly said: "The Great Jie Martial Saint Armor is forged with the natal essence, blood and soul imprints of twelve Martial Saints. It is a relic of the dynasty thousands of years ago. Wearing it, you will have By controlling the physical body with the will of the Martial Saint, the strength will be greatly improved, so it should not be underestimated."

The Flame Python Demon Lord did not take it seriously and curled his lips and said: "How much power can a mere Vajra realm martial artist exert?"

"Let me try to see if this armor is as powerful as the legend says."

After he finished speaking, a giant shadow of a sky-reaching python was transformed from his body, and he rushed towards Yang Zhaoyuan.

The Champion Hou who reined in his horse below saw the hot and powerful aura on Yang Zhaoyuan and said unexpectedly:

"I didn't expect that King Zhenbei would even hand over this treasure to Yang Zhaoyuan."

As far as he knew, the identity of Zhenbei King Yang Xiao was actually not simple.

Champion Hou once served as military supervisor in the northwest military town and was acquainted with the king of Zhenbei.

I learned some secrets from the other party.

His ancestors were the royal family of the Great Jie Dynasty.

As a descendant of the Great Jie Dynasty, Yang Xiao has always aimed to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At first, Yang Xiao joined the army and joined the Yan Kingdom to resist the rule of the Zhou Dynasty.

Now that he has achieved success and fame, his big wish is gone. His only wish is to stay in the northwest where he has spent his whole life and enjoy his old age.

This Martial Saint Jade Belt is something passed down from our ancestors.

King Zhenbei handed this dynasty sacred object to Yang Zhaoyuan, undoubtedly regarding him as his successor, and hoped that he would come back alive from this trip and successfully take over his position.

As long as you wear the jade belt and inject vitality, you can get a complete set of the Great Jiewu Holy Armor.

With the power of twelve ancient saints, his strength is greatly increased.

But at the same time, willpower will also be affected by the will of many martial saints.

Every martial saint is a strong man who came out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Their will to kill is undoubtedly the most influential on the monks.

If you don't have strong willpower, you will easily become dementia after using it.

On the battlefield, facing the attack of the Flame Python Demon Lord.

Yang Zhaoyuan was extremely calm.

Put two fingers together to activate dragon transformation.

The scarlet light flashed away, and a majestic and dark-colored giant wolf emerged from behind, its hair standing on end.

An old man in martial robes holding a spear appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, causing his body to automatically move.

The majestic energy is gathered into a spear. He is obviously better at sword skills, but at this moment he can still wield the spear airtightly.

The power of the Martial Saint injected into the Martial Saint Armor swept away all the flames caused by the Flame Python Demon Lord.

In a moment, the giant python shadow was stuck on the ground.

For a time, the battle was inextricably linked.

The expressions on the faces of the other three demon lords were a little ugly.

"Let's take action together."

"If word spreads by then, we will be held back for such a long time by an unknown person. How can we gain a foothold among the demon clan?"

"Boom!"

In the center of the battlefield, the Flame Python Demon King has transformed into a hundred-meter-long body. A nine-petal flame lotus blooms on his head, rolling up a red fire cloud, spreading out, condensing into a ten-foot-tall giant python shadow, heading towards The front suddenly surged out.

As a Nine Yuan Flame Python, every time he breaks through a realm, the flame lotus above his head will transform and bloom. He is only one last time away from breaking through to the Demon King realm and becoming the supreme being.

How could it be possible to lose to a human race here?

Yang Zhaoyuan's face was illuminated golden red by the fire cloud, but he still looked calm and composed.

As soon as he raised his arm, his bones and flesh suddenly roared like an earth-shattering beast. He didn't show any martial arts skills. He punched forward casually.

A blood-red handprint condensed and slapped on the top of the giant python's head.

Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the huge palm print suppressed the body of the blazing fire cloud and the flame python demon king at the same time under the palm print.

"boom!"

Circles of energy ripples swept outward.

The ground sank downwards, forming a large palm print pit more than ten meters long.

"Damn it. How could a mere human race have such strength?"

The Flame Python Demon Lord was quite unwilling. He felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart, and golden flames surged out from all over his body. However, within a moment, he recovered from his injuries to some extent.

Although he is the weakest among the four demon lords, he is still a demon lord after all. He can't even defeat a ten-level warrior who relies on the blessing of foreign objects.

Yang Zhaoyuan knew well the principle of taking advantage of victory to pursue, so he once again increased his strength, holding the sword in hand, and slashed at the Flame Python Demon Lord.

But in an instant, he was repulsed by a colorful sword.

The remaining sword energy on the flying sword was enough to knock him hundreds of meters away before slowly weakening. He finally hit a mountain and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A graceful woman wearing colorful lin clothes, naked feet, standing in the void with a pair of blue-purple dragon horns.

The colorful flying sword slowly returned to her hand.

Yang Zhaoyuan understood that the big demon in front of him had just defeated him.

He estimated that the opponent's strength was two levels stronger than the Flame Python Demon Lord.

Long Xuan looked at the human general in front of her and said coldly: "You are proud enough to be able to hurt a demon king."

After saying that, he waved the colorful sword in his hand.

"You evil beast, how dare you touch my Great Yan generals?" Suddenly, a shout came from the void.

This sound wave carries a powerful spiritual pressure and an unstoppable fluctuation of vitality, which shakes the souls of the demon clan for miles around out of their bodies.

Yang Zhaoyuan was seriously injured, and the use of the Great Jie Martial Saint Armor was extremely draining. His spirit and will were baptized by the remnant soul of the Martial Saint, and he became very sluggish. However, he still lowered his head, half-knelt on the ground, and saluted:

"Welcome Your Majesty!"

The whole Longshan Mountain was filled with the sound of gasping for air, and no demon clan was not surprised.

The visitor turned out to be Emperor Dayan. They thought he was the Taoist True Monarch. Emperor Dayan actually had such terrifying pressure?

"This Great Yan Emperor doesn't seem to be a good person." The Great Turtle Saint King looked at the direction in the void opposite and said solemnly.

"No matter how strong he is, it doesn't matter. He's not in the twelfth realm yet. We have four."

Prince Kunpeng snorted coldly, and unfolded his big wings, which were two meters long. They were full of brilliant light and cold light. Each feather was like a golden blade, rushing straight towards the sky.

He believed that he might lose alone, but the four demons joining forces would definitely be able to compete with the strong men of the third level.

Prince Kunpeng arrived first, and his body turned around. The broad metallic shiny wings chopped down from mid-air and hit Lu Mingyuan's head.

"Snapped!"

Lu Mingyuan just slapped it out with one palm, colliding with the metal wings.

Suddenly, a crashing sound sounded, like the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, and a large number of bright sparks sputtered out.

The next moment, Prince Kunpeng flew out and crashed through the mountain wall of a peak. Then, he hit the forbidden air barrier in the cave sky of Longding Mountain.

Bang.

He fell to the ground with a broken wing on his back and his mouth full of blood.

Who would have thought that a powerful demon king of the Twelve Realms could not stop a slap from Emperor Dayan?

"You've done a great job."

Lu Mingyuan came to Yang Zhaoyuan's side, smiled slightly, helped him up, and injected some vitality into the other person's body to nurse his injuries.

"Step back and leave the rest to me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your life-saving grace."

Yang Zhaoyuan cupped his hands and thanked him, then left silently.

Seeing Prince Kunpeng being slapped away with a palm, the Great Turtle Saint realized that Lu Mingyuan was not easy to mess with, so he used a magical boxing technique that was comparable to that of an immortal.

Xuanwu Holy Fist.

It can explode a hundred times the physical strength, and can move mountains with bare hands. Coupled with the power of his own blood, one can imagine how powerful this punch is.

The huge fist, carrying a fierce wind, arrived in front of Lu Mingyuan. The powerful wind swept across the rocks along the way, making Lu Mingyuan's hair and clothes fly.

"Eight Desolate Divine Fists."

Lu Mingyuan raised his left hand, mobilized his energy and injected it into his palm.

At the same time, eight vortexes of spiritual energy gathered in the palm of the hand, continuously absorbing spiritual energy.

A frightening aura, centered on Lu Mingyuan's palm, quickly spread outward.

That suffocating force fell on every monk nearby. Even standing a hundred feet away, there was a feeling that the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

One can imagine how much pressure the Great Turtle Sage was under in front of him.

"No, please help the Great Sage Monarch quickly!"

Prince Kunpeng, who had just stood up, saw this posture and quickly sent a message to the Flame Python Demon Lord and Long Xuan.

"Go together!"

Long Xuan also understood the seriousness of the problem and responded via voice transmission.

Each of the four demon kings took on their original form, mobilized their demonic power, and turned into pillars of pure light of various colors, aiming in the direction of the Great Turtle Sage.

Help the Great Turtle Saint to resist this palm.

At this moment, the blazing red blood condensed behind Lu Mingyuan into a martial arts body that was a hundred feet tall.

That figure was wearing a Taotie battle armor and holding a huge long knife. Red flames were surging all over his body, exuding a domineering aura that dominated the world.

"A complete martial arts body. Only monks who have cultivated the martial arts realm to perfection can achieve it!" Yang Zaixing exclaimed in the Great Yan Army.

Only when a martial artist refines his physical body to the extreme and has unlimited potential can he condense a complete and huge legal body.

Generally, only Martial Saints can do it.

"Boom."

Lu Mingyuan punched down, and the Baizhang Dharma Body also punched. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the majestic martial arts aura swept through Longding Mountain.

The extremely terrifying aura suppressed the Great Turtle Saint to his knees.

The power of the four demon kings was superimposed on him, which prevented him from being thrown away so quickly.

The Great Turtle Saint was kneeling with his legs bent, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his skin soon burst open. Under the violent energy, his proud body had cracks and was covered in blood and flesh.

After resisting for ten breaths.

Lu Mingyuan punched out, and then punched again.

With both fists, the Great Turtle Saint was still unable to stop the profound power of the Eight Desolations Divine Fist.

The huge body transformed back into a human form and was directly knocked away.

The other three demon kings suffered from the backlash of Qi and blood, and they vomited blood.

They finally understood that the Great Yan Emperor was more powerful than they imagined.

Long Xuan even doubted whether this person had no rivals in the same situation.

If he were allowed to break through to the realm of Martial Saint, looking at the whole world, there would be few who could be his opponent.

Not only the demon clan, but also the direction of Dayan Military Camp was extremely shocked.

One person fights four demon kings alone.

All are not enemies with one move!

Is this the Holy Spirit’s cultivation?

This was the first time that the Zhenbei Army saw the true strength of Emperor Dayan.

For a time, morale increased greatly.

"Roar!!"

As the aura of heaven and earth washes away, dragon roars can be faintly heard on the top of Longding Mountain.

Many monks felt confused when they heard this dragon roar.

Only Qi Muxue showed joy after hearing this.

Could it be that Lu Mingyuan's action disturbed the dragon soul here.

A red soul soared into the sky, causing the air in this area to scorch and twist.

"No, the cave-sky barrier here has been reopened, and we will be transported to the interior of the cave by space." The Great Turtle Saint said something bad.

"Our duty is to prevent the human monks here from entering the cave. Is there any way to prevent them?"

Long Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked in a solemn voice.

"No, once the barrier starts to operate, the monks here will be locked by the rules within the cave."

The Great Turtle Sage just finished speaking.

The cave-sky barrier produced ripples, and a terrifying suction force came from the void, making the space here become extremely fragile.

Many monks disappeared at the entrance of Longding Mountain under the red light.

Long Xuan knew it in her heart.

It must be Emperor Dayan's martial arts aura that disturbed the remnant soul of the fire dragon here and caused a resonance.

"It's just a no-brainer."

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly.

"It's a pity that I haven't taken your lives yet. You have to pray that you won't meet me in the cave, otherwise you will only die."

Seeing how arrogant he was, Long Xuan said coldly: "There are several demon emperors in the cave. It's best if they can still hear what you said."

Lu Mingyuan smiled faintly: "Then we will wait and see."

With a flash of light, Lu Mingyuan also disappeared and officially entered the cave.