1202 Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian Dies (2)
The sword of slaughter vibrated, and the condensed spiritual energy continued to purify.
This was a sublimation of endless power.
Divine patterns appeared on the sword.
It seemed that this was the true appearance of this sword.
The aura of the divine source was truly a good thing for Han Muye.
Like a fuse, it completely changed the nature of the power within him.
As he continued to cultivate, his strength would unknowingly increase countless times.
“Boom!”
Up ahead, a roar echoed.
Sword light and demon light began to collide.
Han Muye knew that Zhou Sheng and the others were taking action.
Their alliance was very fragile. Once they entered the Immortal King’s legacy, no one would abide by agreements anymore.
Just as the Snake Demon King had said, treasures depended on opportunities.
And weren’t opportunities just strength?
“Clang—”
A sword light tore through the black space, allowing Han Muye to see the scene ahead.
A vast empty hall hung in silence. On top of the hall, numerous black puppet generals stood tall.
Outside the hall, there were 99 layers of golden steps. On the steps, red divine patterns shimmered as if alive.
Scattered on the steps were long swords, spears, and battle knives.
In the center of the hall, a gray-blue cauldron floated.
Deeper in the hall, at the top of the throne, was a multicolored feather fan.
At this moment, Zhou Sheng, Nine Spirit and the others were fighting on the square in front of the steps.
Every clash between the four Golden Immortal experts caused the black pillars of light around them to tremble.
Han Muye’s figure moved, landing on the golden stone steps and reaching out to grip a golden longsword.
The sword was three feet long, the blade radiating colorful light, with a halo unlike any seen in the immortal world’s refining tradition.
The sword energy flowed, and scenes flashed through Han Muye’s mind.
A ceremonial sword from the divine realm, from the Luo Yuan Divine Realm in the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm, crafted by the Ten Thousand Armory.
This sword was a standard ceremonial sword of the Luo Yuan Divine Realm’s Dang Yuan Sect, which controlled the authority of law enforcement in the sect.
This sword had once possessed the power of a spiritual treasure but had been damaged later.
Images flashed through Han Muye’s mind.
“So that’s how it is.”
Gripping the sword hilt tightly, Han Muye turned to look at the hall, his eyes revealing a trace of fear and relief.
“Immortal Lord Ming Yuan, First Elder of the Dang Yuan Sect.”
He whispered softly as he retreated.
Although Immortal Lord Cang Yun had schemed against Immortal Lord Ming Yuan and caused him to die here, this powerful being in the divine realm had also made some arrangements at the last moment.
Like this place.
Like the cauldron and the feather fan.
The biggest plan was Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian and the demons under him.
If Han Muye hadn’t seen these memories, he would have set foot in the hall immediately.
Now, he chose to step back.
“Boom!”
Behind him, an illusory figure appeared and slammed a palm towards him.
It was a clone of the Nine Spirit Demon King.
Since Han Muye had come this far, he couldn’t let him escape unscathed.
Moreover, Han Muye had treasures in his possession that the Nine Spirit Demon King and the Snake Demon King were unwilling to let go of.
“Buzz!”
Han Muye raised his hand and stabbed with his sword, meeting the clone’s palm.
This sword blocked the attack of a Golden Immortal expert’s clone.
This sword exceeded the strength a Heavenly Immortal should possess!
“Buzz!”
The sword light flickered, and Han Muye stood still.
His appearance changed the tense situation on the battlefield.
Whether it was the Nine Spirits Demon King or Zhou Sheng’s group, they all scattered, flying onto the stone steps, picking up several treasures, then rushing towards the hall.
The real treasures were inside the hall.
Now was not the time for fighting; obtaining more treasures was the real goal.
“Buzz!”
As the Nine Spirit Demon King entered the hall, the black-armored puppets in the hall opened their eyes all at once.
A blood-red divine light instantly enveloped the Nine Spirit Demon King’s body.
The Snake Demon King, Zhou Sheng, and Chen Zhulong, who followed closely behind, were enveloped in divine light, surrounded by the black-armored puppets.
Han Muye landed outside the hall and did not move forward, just staring ahead.
The secrets he saw in the longsword made him extremely cautious at this moment.
He did not want to easily step into the trap set up by an Immortal Lord expert.
Turning his gaze to the stone steps below, a profound light shimmered in his eyes.
“Bang!”
A strike from a black-armored puppet was blocked by the golden hammer in the Snake Demon King’s hand, and then his figure retreated.
“Such strength!” The Snake Demon King exclaimed.
He had the Ba Snake bloodline and could easily withstand the impact of a mountain.
However, at this moment, facing the puppet’s strike, he felt his hands weaken.
“Hmph.” The Nine Spirit Demon King’s figure split into nine, directly passing through the encirclement of the black-armored puppets and flying towards the throne at the center of the hall.
On the throne was a multicolored feather fan.
By mastering the black and white fan, the Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian could rise to become the strongest demon king in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
This multicolored fan was obviously even more extraordinary than the black and white fan.
Seeing the Nine Spirit Demon King go for the multicolored fan, the Snake Demon King’s expression changed. Taking a step forward, he raised the golden hammer in his hand and smashed down fiercely.
“Boom!”
The black-armored puppet in front of him shattered.
The Snake Demon King charged out and followed closely behind the Nine Spirit Demon King, heading for the throne.
Zhou Sheng and Chen Zhulong exchanged a glance. They were about to chase after them but suddenly trembled and turned to look at Han Muye at the entrance.
Han Muye shook his head slightly.
Hesitation flickered on their faces, but they still stepped back.
However, in that instant, the figures of the Nine Spirit Demon King and the Snake Demon King suddenly halted in front.
A golden light radiated from the gray-black cauldron in front of them, enveloping them.
“Myriad Spirit Refining Light!”
Zhou Sheng’s face turned pale as he exclaimed softly.
“Why is Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian’s famous technique here?” Chen Zhulong also showed surprise, speaking softly.
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