Peerless Divine Emperor

The environment of the third floor of the Sky Demon Tower has changed again from the first two floors. There are many cold bones lying on the ground, which looks very messy. It seems like a huge mausoleum.

Qin Xuan looked at the bones around him, and his face showed a bit of solemnity.

The owners of these bones have been dead for many years, and their bodies have turned into nothingness. It seems that they have experienced a war, otherwise there would not be so many bones piled up here.

"Where is this place?" Qin Xuan looked at Ning Jun and asked.

"Ten Thousand Demons Tomb." Ning Jun uttered a voice, which made Qin Xuan's eyes flicker. It was indeed a tomb.

"There are countless demon cultivators buried in the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb. Some of them were killed by other cultivators, and some violated the rules of the Demon Saint Mountain and were sentenced to death by the Demon Lord." Ning Jun continued: "Over time, the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb has existed."

"Walking through here can also enhance the demonic intent?" Qin Xuan asked tentatively.

"Of course." Ning Jun smiled at Qin Xuan and asked, "Didn't Qin Sheng find that the bones in the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb are all at the Saint level?"

After Ning Jun's reminder, Qin Xuan's expression condensed, and he carefully looked at the bones on the ground again, and indeed sensed the fluctuations of the Saint level.

The owners of these bones were all powerful Saints in their lifetime.

Qin Xuan suddenly thought of something, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. From the first to the third level, the power they contacted was gradually getting stronger, from the Emperor Realm to the Saint Realm.

It seems that this was deliberately arranged, and the difficulty is increasing.

"There shouldn't be many cultivators who came to the trial in the past who can get here." Qin Xuan asked.

Ning Jun is the disciple of Tian Xing Demon Lord. It is naturally not difficult to get here, but there shouldn't be many people who can compete with Ning Jun, otherwise the foundation of Demon Saint Mountain would be a bit scary.

"Indeed, there are not many. Only a few disciples of Demon Lord have come." Ning Jun nodded.

Then Qin Xuan and Ning Jun walked forward together. When they approached the bones, they immediately felt a stream of demonic thoughts invading their minds, as if those strong men had come alive.

"I am the Demon Saint of Yanyu, submit to me!"

A terrible voice resounded in Qin Xuan's mind. Qin Xuan's eyes swept towards a demon shadow, only to see that the demon shadow was bathed in endless flames, and his eyes were like the scorching sun, emitting an extremely dazzling light that made people dare not look directly at him.

Qin Xuan's heart was shaken. It seemed that this was a demon saint who practiced the Great Dao of Flame.

"How dare a demon saint who has fallen for many years be so presumptuous in front of me!" Qin Xuan shouted, and his mind moved. A very terrifying phantom suddenly appeared in his mind.

This phantom seemed to be a real demon god, wearing a dark robe, with long black hair flying in the wind, and his eyes revealed a sense of supreme majesty, as if he looked down on the world, with unparalleled demeanor.

The shadow of the demon god took a step forward, and a terrifying demonic intent roared out like a huge wave, turning into a huge demonic palm and clasping at the body of the Flame Prison Demon Saint, trying to smash it with one palm.

"Unbearable!" The corner of the Flame Prison Demon Saint's mouth curled up a contemptuous smile. He was a fourth-level saint in his lifetime, and the young man in front of him was only a second-level saint. How much of his power could he withstand?

The Flame Prison Demon Saint stretched out his palm and slapped forward. A flaming spear came out of the space to kill. The spear was surrounded by a blazing flame, like a divine fire, which seemed to be able to burn all the power in the world.

The huge demonic palm clasped on the flaming spear, and with a loud click, the spear broke into pieces. The flame power was instantly suppressed by the demonic power, as if the two were not at the same level at all.

"You..." The Flame Prison Demon Saint looked at the shadow of the demon god transformed by Qin Xuan with horror, as if he saw an extremely incredible scene.

How could he be so strong?

"Since we have met, then give me your power." Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and then he stretched out his palm forward, and a magic palm smashed out, directly penetrating the space and grabbing the figure of Yanyu Demon Saint.

At this moment, Yanyu Demon Saint's face became paler and paler, and he felt that the power in his body was absolutely suppressed, and he had no power to resist, as if he was not facing a second-level saint at this time, but a real demon god.

Yanyu Demon Saint looked at Qin Xuan's figure with fear, and finally realized that this junior figure in front of him was not someone he could contend with.

Qin Xuan looked at Yanyu Demon Saint indifferently, without saying much nonsense, and exerted a little force on his palm, and a terrifying force poured into the figure of Yanyu Demon Saint, causing it to disappear directly in his mind.

At the same time, the demonic intent behind Qin Xuan increased a lot, directly reaching 810 feet, naturally because he absorbed the demonic intent of Yanyu Demon Saint.

"Eliminating a Demon Saint's thought directly increased the Demon Saint's demonic thought by 60 feet. This increase is really scary!" Qin Xuan was shocked, but he soon figured out the reason.

Yanyu Demon Saint was a fourth-level saint in his lifetime, stronger than all the demon cultivators in the first two levels. After erasing his demonic thought, the increase in demonic thought was naturally very scary.

After all, if he was not as strong as Yanyu Demon Saint, he would have to pay the price of his life.

Danger and reward often coexist.

Qin Xuan continued to move forward. The demonic thought that entered his mind later was of the same level as Yanyu Demon Saint. Both were fourth-level saints and were easily suppressed by Qin Xuan. Not long after, Qin Xuan's demonic thought exceeded a thousand feet, and the power contained in it was very terrifying.

Then Qin Xuan found that this was a virtuous cycle. The stronger the person's own strength, the stronger the demonic will, and the stronger the power he could release, so that he could suppress the powerful demonic thoughts.

Even though he was only a second-level saint, under the increase of demonic will, he had the opportunity to wipe out the thoughts of fifth-level or even sixth-level saints.

Of course, the premise is that his demonic will is strong enough.

"I wonder if the demonic will here can be taken out." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, and then smiled and shook his head. How could this be possible?

If it could be taken out, the demon cultivators of the Demon Saint Mountain would probably come in to practice, so how could it be his turn to come here to practice.

While Qin Xuan was thinking, Ning Jun had already walked a very long distance, leaving Qin Xuan behind.

Ning Jun was very familiar with everything about the Heavenly Demon Tower. Even if he had never been in, he must have heard of it before, so in his mind there was only practice, and the speed was naturally very fast.

At this time, Qin Xuan also became serious and stopped thinking about other things. The speed of his feet increased a lot, as if he wanted to catch up with Ning Jun's footsteps.

As Qin Xuan moved forward, the demonic power behind him increased at an astonishing speed!