Chapter 451: No Way to Reverse the Situation
The formation opens.
The scene on the other side of the cliff changed instantly!
The other side of the cliff, which was originally deserted, turned into a distant mountain!
The mountains are tall and towering, reaching into the clouds.
On the top of the mountain, countless demons were raging, floating in the air, and sword lights were flashing at the same time.
The demonic wind is like clouds, and it is pitch black. The scene is terrifying and grand.
"On the other side of this cliff, there is such an ancient sect hidden!?" Zhang Yunxiao said with shock in his eyes.
"Is this the Shushan Mountain that the monks in this copy often mention?" Zhang Xiangsheng's eyes were thoughtful.
"Well... this sect is so perfectly hidden that even I didn't feel its aura before." Elder Zhang Quyan was a little surprised.
Zhang Xuanrou held her hand, and the remaining poisonous insects flew into her sleeves.
"The demonic wind is sweeping across. This place should be the area where the world BOSS appears as reported by the previous world rules." She said calmly.
Zhang Guliu nodded, with murderous intent emerging in his eyes.
"The sword light on the top of the mountain is shining, and this copy is also a sword copy. The highest secret treasure is the sword type."
"All of these are extremely suitable for a god of death with a sword."
"At this moment, he may be on the top of the mountain, in the middle of a bloody battle with the BOSS."
"At the same time, Jiang Yunqing's location is also nearby."
As he spoke, his eyes became colder.
His intuition felt that he couldn't make a mistake this time.
"In that case, let's go up the mountain and kill him." Zhang Quyan smiled lightly, with endless coercion flowing in his eyes.
Under his feet, the rocks shattered and cracks appeared. The surrounding sword tombs were shattered, and the corpses of the Shushan disciples inside were shattered into ashes.
A group of Zhang family masters, led by Zhang Quyan, all rushed to the top of Shushan Mountain!
They are not here to kill the BOSS.
But to kill the God of Death and kill Jiang Yunqing.
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At this moment, the top of Shushan Sword Sect.
Boom boom boom!
The Demon Suppression Tower was completely destroyed and filled with smoke and dust.
The violent sound spread throughout the world.
The iron ropes hung down, the talismans disappeared, and the fifty-six swords of the past leaders surrounding the tower were all smashed into pieces of iron by the ruins.
The quality of these black iron steel swords is not high, because the monks in this world rely on their own sword intent, cultivation, and perception.
As a master of swordsmanship at the level of the head, there is no big difference whether he uses a wooden sword or a magic sword.
All these swords rely on the infusion of the sword master's sword spirit before his death to strengthen the seal.
Now that many years have passed, most of the sword's power has dissipated. As time has passed, it has become an ordinary sword.
Demon Lord Zituo stared coldly at the scene of the Demon Suppression Tower being destroyed, with a hint of smile and endless sarcasm in his eyes.
"The ancient pagoda of ten thousand years collapsed today."
"From now on, there will be no place in the world to suppress demons."
"Xiang Wugui, your decision to let that kid enter and kill the demon clan is meaningless. On the contrary, it helped me!"
Zi Tuo laughed heartily.
Xiang Wuhui looked at Yaojun with a solemn expression.
The Demon Suppression Tower will never collapse easily. Even Demon Lord Zi Tuo can only crack it after spending hundreds of years accumulating strength.
Once it collapses, it means that there is something wrong with the demon-suppressing sword hanging on the top of the tower.
But how much power is needed to destroy the Demon Suppressing Sword?
Could it be that there is a peerless demon saint hidden in the demon suppressing tower that is stronger than the demon king! ?
Then wouldn't his decision to let Su Ming break in cost him his life?
Thinking of this, Xiang Wuhui felt a moment of self-blame in his heart.
At this moment, the demon king took advantage of the opportunity and suddenly rose up.
He was going to use this move to completely kill the half-saint Xiang Wuhui.
The demonic power in Zituo's eyes was majestic. In an instant, spiritual energy from all over the sky was gathered, and the demonic power condensed in the shadow of his fist.
He turned into a series of afterimages and flew away across the sky!
His speed was so fast that he caused a series of air explosions!
In the sky, the shrill sounds like howls of ghosts and wolves became extremely noisy and breathtaking. This was a sign that the power of the evil wind was extremely strong.
The Wine Sword Master immediately raised his sword to block.
But in the end it was a step too late.
No matter how high Xiang Wuhui's agility is, in a distracted state, it is impossible for him to strike first and arrive first.
Therefore, his sword energy only had time to cut through a small portion of the demonic fist energy.
The rest was all solid and hit his chest.
Poof!
Xiang Wuhui's robe on his chest and back instantly shattered into a big hole, and was turned into ashes by the power of the penetrating fist.
The old sword master immediately flew out and hit the ground hard. His body rubbed the ground to create a long and narrow ravine, and the stone bricks flew away.
No matter how strong the body of a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm is, he can't resist the full blow of the Demon Lord.
Xiang Wuhui coughed out a large mouthful of blood and felt that his internal organs had been shaken to pieces. Even the technique to circulate spiritual energy was difficult to activate.
The meridians all over the body were even more blocked, blocked by blood congestion and bone fragments.
Click!
The wooden sword in his hand also broke, unable to withstand the demon lord's punch.
The wine sword master's chest was bloody and bloody. He stood up with one arm, holding the wooden sword tightly, staring at the demon king in the sky.
"Good punch!" He was defeated, but there was only a more concentrated fighting spirit in his eyes as he shouted.
"Ahem... What a beast of a demon tribe."
The demon king looked down at him with a faint smile.
"Xiang Wugui, you lose."
When Zituo said these words, there was a bit of pleasure in his eyes that a great revenge had been avenged.
This hatred is not directed at Xiang Wuhui.
It is directed at Wei Tianhai!
When Wei Tianhai was dying, he severely injured Zituo with his sword, and even made his spirit have a shadow on sword cultivators for a period of time.
As a demon king with overwhelming power, how could he accept such a miserable state.
So he always wanted to defeat a powerful sword cultivator head-on to prove his strength again and wash away his inner demons!
Now, he finally did it!
"Senior, hold on!" Jiang Yunqing stepped forward and came behind Xiang Wuhui.
She absorbed the soul power contained in the corpses all over the ground, and urged the newly learned healing skills to heal the old senior's injuries.
But the injuries were too severe, and there was little effect for a while.
Countless demon ancestors were also attacking Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Ji Yao, Wan Wu and others with all their strength.
Everyone was seriously injured.
Ni Shuang danced in the ice and snow, and the ice and snow she had driven out rushed to the wounds of the crowd, freezing the blood temporarily to prevent heavy bleeding and ensure combat capability.
But this was only a stopgap measure.
If there was no turnaround, everyone would die if things continued like this!
Xiao Ming, the black-feathered dark bird, was hovering in the sky, piercing the demons with his beak and turning his body into a sharp arrow.
But there were too many demons, like clouds and mist, and they could not be killed. Even if they pierced their heads, they would not necessarily die.
The demons in the sky stared at this scene and laughed strangely.
"Humans, die, die, die!" The demons made a creepy sound.
"The demons are attacking, and you can't save the situation!"