Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

Qingli Mountains.

Stretching for thousands of miles, towering ancient trees block out the sky and sun, there are countless deep pools and valleys, thorns are everywhere, and poisonous insects can be seen everywhere.

There are green poisonous clouds and miasma floating in the big lakes and swamps, and black and red bloody evil spirits dormant in the deep pools and deep valleys. There are barren mountains and bad waters, and evil spirits are churning everywhere.

The sword light flashed in Han Yuyao’s eyes, her aura quickly rose, and her murderous intent shot straight into the sky.

“Who dares to come to Qingli Demon Chao to act wildly?”

Along with a sharp roar, a black cloud came quickly from the horizon, covering a large area of ​​mountains and rivers below.

It was a thousand-foot-long demon eagle covered with jet-black iron feathers. Its eyes were as sharp as a heavenly sword. Each iron feather flashed with ripples of evil energy like flowing water. The aura exuding from its body was extremely ferocious.

“Keng!”

As the sword rang out from the sky, the thousand-foot-long demon eagle froze, and its eyes instantly dimmed.

“Boom!”

The huge body of the Thousand-foot Demon Eagle hit a majestic ancient mountain uncontrollably, making a dull roar. Its soul was extinguished, its breath was gone, and not even a trace of its true spirit could escape.

The sooner you come, the sooner you die!

“The Demon Eagle King is dead!”

“Someone’s knocking on the door!”

“Hurry and inform Ancestor Qinglong!”

…

Many little demons hiding among the cliffs of the cave screamed, bringing up waves of green or black demon wind, and quickly moved towards the depths of the Qingli Mountain Range.

These are little demons from the True Spirit Realm. They have refined their throat bones and can speak human words.

At this time, everyone was frightened and fled in panic.

However, before they could escape far, they were overtaken by invisible sword energy, strangled between heaven and earth, and turned into pieces of flesh scattered across the sky.

Han Yuyao turned into a sword light and galloped forward, surrounded by a chaotic sea of ​​swords that covered hundreds of miles. There were thunders in the sword sea, waves of fire surged into the sky, ice lotuses bloomed, dragons and phoenixes danced, and there were many strange phenomena and countless creations.

Wherever it passed, all the evil monsters, big and small, were turned into ashes.

On a mountainous mountain with no vegetation, there was a giant monster with the body of a boar and the head of a wild boar sitting on a huge blue stone.

This demon is wearing golden armor, wearing precious boots, and its serrated fangs are shining with cold light. The mane on the back of its neck is flying, and its furry palms are holding half of a human body and gnawing at it.

For most demon clans, after practicing to the realm of demon king, they can initially transform into human form, but they will retain some of the characteristics of their original bodies, and their images will become more terrifying.

However, most of the monsters in the primitive wilderness are savage in nature and believe that transformation is far less comfortable than their own bodies. There are not many people who transform.

This wild boar demon is a terrifying existence at the peak of the demon king. It is far beyond comparison with other demon kings. It even has its own armor, which is fierce and majestic, and its evil aura is churning.

Sensing the monstrous sword intent blooming from Han Yuyao’s body, the Wild Boar Demon King threw the half of the human body in his hand and roared angrily: “Seeking death!”

The Wild Boar Demon King held his hands in the air in front of him. Two fangs turned into bright magic knives and appeared in his hands. The muscles on his arms swelled and he slashed towards Han Yuyao in the air.

“brush!”

Two criss-crossing sword lights cut through the sky and tore apart the world. With a monstrous evil spirit, they instantly arrived in front of Han Yuyao.

Han Yuyao’s expression remained unchanged, her eyes were as cold as ever, and the billowing sword intent on her body condensed into a dazzling divine sword that reaches the sky. The divine sword was surrounded by chaotic mist, and there were thousands of creations faintly emerging in the mist.

“Keng!”

The Divine Sword of Heaven collided with two bright blades, shattering them into the void on the spot.

The speed of the Heaven-reaching Sword God did not slow down, and he continued to slash towards the Wild Boar Demon King. His sword intent surged through the sky, and his murderous intent rolled across the universe.

“howl!”

The Wild Boar Demon King raised his head to the sky and let out a shocking roar. He swayed and transformed into a wild boar the size of a small mountain. His tusks were as thick as knives from the sky, and his black manes flew into the sky. Infinite evil aura swept away, turning into a black air around his body. The churning royal realm.

There are thousands of phantoms of wild boars in the churning field. Some wild boars are hitting tree stumps, some are grinding their teeth on rocks, some are biting tigers, and some are gnawing on human bones…

When the Heavenly Sword touched the evil spirit realm, it was like a hot knife cutting through butter. Without any hindrance, the Wild Boar Demon King’s realm collapsed and dissipated like a bubble.

Although Han Yuyao is still unable to transform into a realm at this time, there are thousands of immortal sword intents surrendering to her sword intent, which cannot be blocked by this ordinary realm.

The eyes of the Wild Boar Demon King were full of horror. Before he could make any other response, the Heaven-reaching Divine Sword passed through the center of his eyebrows, leaving a bright blood hole in the front and back.

“Boom!”

The huge body of the Wild Boar Demon King crashed down on a hill below, making a huge roar, and the hill suddenly collapsed.

In the middle of the night, the sky was filled with dust and gravel.

Han Yuyao never made any cover-up during his fight, and the demon kings from all over the Qingli Mountain Range had already sensed it.

Seeing Han Yuyao killing the Demon Eagle King and the Wild Boar Demon King one after another, many demon kings were frightened and flew towards the depths of the Qingli Mountain Range.

Soon, Han Yuyao arrived deep in the Qingli Mountains.

There is a large green lake with a radius of three hundred miles. The lake is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the evil energy is surging, and there is a faint fluctuation of the energy that makes people feel heart-stopping.

There are mountains surrounding the big green lake. More than a dozen demon kings are scattered on the top of the mountains beside the lake. Thousands of little demons stand up and line up on the mountain peaks waving flags and shouting. Each of them looks like a powerful enemy. Looking at Han Yuyao outside the formation.

“Wow…”

Suddenly, a huge wave surged into the sky, and a huge crystal palace rose from the bottom of the lake. Illusory dragon shadows circled around it, and the faint sound of dragon roars could be heard in the distance.

“Welcome Ancestor Qinglong!”

More than a dozen demon kings and thousands of little demons on the mountains near the lake cheered in unison.

In the Crystal Palace, the clam girl dances, the sharks sing loudly, and the shrimps, soldiers and crabs line up on both sides.

A green-faced man with a flamboyant beard was sitting on a magnificent golden chair, holding a crystal-clear human skull in his hand while drinking wine. He laughed wildly and said: “It turns out he is just a sword cultivator in the true spiritual realm! He can kill monsters against his will. King, you have fought all the way to my Qingli Dragon Palace, and your qualifications are quite good! I happen to be short of a bed-warming girl here! If you can make me feel comfortable, I can forget about it!”

This green-faced man is the Qinglong Ancestor in the mouth of many demon kings, and he is a demon emperor with a cultivation level reaching the sky!

Han Yuyao looked at the Crystal Palace, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

The aura of sin around this Qinglong Ancestor is as real as substance. A string of bone chains made of human skulls hangs around his neck. The human heart placed on the white jade table in front of him is still beating, and the human brain on the plate is still beating. With heat.

Human heads piled up in the corners of the palace, bones were everywhere under the white jade table, charred human tendons were hung all over the coral trees, and bloody human skins covered the Crystal Palace. The stench was unpleasant and resentment filled the sky.

This place is simply purgatory on earth!

Seeing this scene, Han Yuyao’s heart burst with endless murderous intent, and she let out an angry shout: “Demon, be punished!”