Chatper 1720 (1/2)

"Demon Heart Palace!"

Yang Xuan whispered, his eyes flickering, since he came to the Nether Realm, he clearly felt some kind of call.

This is the call between the bloodlines, which can also be called the bloodline resonance, and as he continues to move forward, this bloodline resonance becomes stronger and stronger.

"Bloodline resonance, could it be said that the ancestors of my underworld demon clan are still alive, even in the valley of the underworld gods, or in the legendary Demon Heart Hall..."

While thinking about it, Yang Xuan felt something, and immediately released his spiritual sense quietly.

Although his spiritual sense was suppressed by the power of the Nether Realm, it could also cover a wide area, and at the same time as he released the spiritual sense, he saw many cultivators of the immortal path, flying towards this side from the distant mountains and forests. .

There are hundreds of these people, old and young, and the people with the highest cultivation level have even reached the fourth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, but no one dares to stay because there are chasing soldiers behind them.

It was an army of tens of thousands of grotesque and ferocious Ming people, led by a 100-foot-tall, full-faced, eight-armed Underworld Emperor, who was covered in black aura while walking, exuding terrifying and evil fluctuations.

The Eight-armed Demon Race, also known as the Eight-Armed Pluto, is born with enormous strength and an unparalleled physical strength. horrible.

"Hey, someone is coming, this person is so bold, he wants to stop this army of the Ming tribe by himself?"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's spiritual sense captured an aura. The aura was originally hidden very well, but it suddenly erupted for some unknown reason. The person also rushed into the sky from the dark and flew towards the army of tens of thousands of the underworld. past.

In addition to being surprised, Yang Xuan couldn't help but stare at him, and found that this person was in his twenties, wearing a bright silver robe, and his cultivation level was comparable to his own, reaching the pinnacle of the Immortal King Realm.

He walked in the air, he was tall and slender, his black hair fluttered in the wind, his appearance was incomparably beautiful, and he was carrying an ancient sword on his back.

The ancient sword was hidden in the scabbard. Although it was not yet unsheathed, it kept buzzing, and there were bursts of clanging sounds. It was a sharp sword sound. Attracted by this kind of voice, they all trembled, as if they were about to let go.

"That's great, it's my Senior Brother Kun Yuan Jianzong, we are saved!"

"I've waited to see Kun Yuan Jianzi."

At this moment, many people stopped, raised their heads and bowed their hands to the young man with the sword. Obviously, they recognized who was coming. Among them, there were even a few disciples of Kunyuan Sword Sect, who cheered excitedly.

"If you don't want to die, just leave."

Kun Yuan Jianzi waved his hand, his voice was a little cold, and he didn't pay attention to the crowd below. Almost as he spoke, the ancient sword behind him suddenly unsheathed and slashed at the tens of thousands of Ming army in front of him. kill away.

Whoosh!

A sword flew out, and the ancient sword suddenly split into tens of thousands of sword lights. The sword lights were incomparable. If they were substantial, they also had strong spatial fluctuations. However, in the blink of an eye, these countless sword lights were It fell from the sky and fell into the army of tens of thousands of Ming people like a rain of swords.

"Damn, who are you, you dare to be the enemy of my Ming clan!"

The eight-armed Emperor of the Underworld roared and had to wave his eight giant arms to resist, trying to intercept the sword light as much as possible. .

Puff puff! ! !