The Holy Artifact Demon-Suppressing Monument was like a tall mountain falling from the sky. When the huge monument pressed against the body of the Golden Horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon, the huge demonic dragon's body sank very quickly, barely two feet away.
In just one breath, the two dragon claws with animal legs of the Golden-horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon stepped on the tall altar with a bang.
The supreme righteousness of the vast world is constantly emanating from the giant monument of Subduing Demons, turning into wisps of dazzling white light, flickering in the air of the altar.
That white light is the purest light of Zhengyang, and it is also the purest masculine power in the world. It is very similar to the Zhengyang Sword hanging on the fourteenth floor of the Sword Picking Tower. It is almost the same. It is powerful against any evil spirits and evil thoughts.
The suppressive effect.
Even Feng Jueyu didn't expect that the Holy Palace Fairy actually had such a treasure hidden in her body.
The pure power of Zhengyang emitted, and the sky was filled with blazing white light. The huge monument turned into a hundred-foot high mountain, with the golden sun gathering on the top, five clouds towering into the sky, and the morale was magnificent.
"Ouch..."
A miserable roar came from the mouth of the golden-horned bloodline demon dragon. The dragon's body seemed to be crushed by a huge mountain, and it quickly fell towards the altar. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the sky, and a pair of giant claws clawed at the giant mountain frantically.
The sparks kept beating, but they couldn't hurt the giant mountain at all.
A few seconds later, an earth-shattering roar sounded on the altar, and the giant mountain transformed into the Demon-Suppressing Monument pressed the golden-horned bloodline demonic dragon firmly on the altar.
The tall altar collapsed instantly as the huge mountain fell. The huge stones were crushed by the body of the Golden-horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon until they exploded into powder. Countless stones rolled down from the top of the altar, crushing everyone to death.
The small demon crowd also caused many demon cultivators to break up and flee.
On Nemo, no one expected that such a sacred object would appear. The majesty of the monumental mountain and the screams of the golden-horned and blood-threaded dragon shook the entire star field.
Bi Que, who had fought fiercely with the Golden-horned Blood Demon Dragon for a long time, and Kuang Shi, the third leader of the Demon Alliance, all looked at what was happening in front of them. The two of them were stunned by the monument.
"Aww... the hateful human being actually attacked the sect master and killed him for me..."
The monument suppressed the golden horned bloodline demon dragon, which made tens of thousands of monsters furious. Several big monsters roared angrily, showing their fangs, and turned their anger on the Fairy of the Holy Palace.
As the orders from these big demons came, at least 30,000 to 40,000 demons reacted instantly and actually took action at the same time, rushing toward the Holy Palace Fairy with a roar.
"Who dares to sneak attack the master of our sect..."
"Wow, wow, tear this hateful woman into pieces..."
"Little humans, if you dare to run wild here, you will die..."
"..."
The flags were blazing, the roar was overwhelming, and countless monsters were killing the Holy Palace Fairy with ferocious expressions.
"Who?" Bi Que looked at the Holy Palace Fairy in astonishment, still not understanding what happened.
Kuang Shi knew that Feng Jueyu and the Holy Palace Fairy were looking for the Golden Horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon, and immediately explained: "Second brother, it's Master Yudi and his friends. They seem to be looking for the ghost sheep to draw horns on them."
"Um?"
"Stop saying "um" and let the little ones stop the people from Xie Yue Sect."
The mad lion shouted, his purpose is very simple. Since the Holy Palace Fairy has a sacred weapon that can suppress the golden-horned bloodline demon dragon, then this battle will definitely be beneficial to our side. Taking advantage of the demon dragon's momentum,
After being overwhelmed, he must not let the monsters under his hands disturb the Fairy of the Holy Palace. Maybe he can get rid of this abominable Xie Yuemen in one go.
"Come here, stop them and buy time for that fairy." Mad Lion ordered, and tens of thousands of little demons flew towards the demons at Xie Yue Gate.
However, at this moment, a figure stood behind the Holy Palace Fairy. This person was Feng Jueyu.
"Let your people disperse..." From the sky, Feng Jueyu Sen Leng transmitted his voice, and at the same time, a sharp sword intent erupted from the Heavenly Spirit Cap above his head.
"I'm going..." Kuangshi was stunned for a moment, then immediately retracted his previous order and hurriedly said: "Don't even go over there, retreat quickly, retreat, Lord Yudi is about to take action."
The little demons of the Demon Alliance were just about to solve the urgent need of the Fairy of the Holy Palace. The next thing they heard was the order to turn around, and the formation was a little messy for a while.
Fortunately, their dispatch was a little late, and they were able to withdraw in time.
On the other side, the demons of the Golden-horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon have tightly surrounded Feng Jueyu and the Shenggong Fairy. The demons are full of fierce features, exuding strong demonic power and stench, and they are like a vast ocean.
It was submerged, and no one could see the Kuangshi and Bique who were left outside. They couldn't help but secretly sweat for Feng Jueyu and the Holy Palace Fairy inside.
In the encirclement, the Holy Palace Fairy, who was tightly besieged, had no time to escape for the time being.
Although the Demon-Suppressing Monument is a Zhengyang Sacred Artifact, the Golden-Horned Bloodline Demonic Dragon is not in vain. Even though he has been pinned down at the foot of the mountain, he has not yet given in. He is activating the demonic power in his body to fight against the monument, preparing to
Push away that mountain at any time and break out of it just like Sun Dasheng was alive.
At this time, the Holy Palace Fairy was using all her knowledge to fight against him, and all her divine power and consciousness were used on the Demon Subduing Monument. The Holy Palace Fairy had no time to pay attention to the other little monsters, but she couldn't just stand there and wait to be tricked.
The monsters were beaten to death with random punches.
At this juncture, Feng Jueyu appeared. Looking at the countless demon cultivators nearby, a fierce sword intent rose from his Heavenly Spirit Cap to the sky.
"Whoa!"
I saw a sword energy surrounding the nine-color fairy flower rising straight into the sky. This nine-color fairy flower was like a sharp long sword, rising straight up. All the little monsters above its head were penetrated instantly.
He died and his body exploded to pieces.
Pieces of blood splashed down, and Nimoxing was shrouded in a heavy smell of blood. Many demons looked at the nine-color fairy with lingering fear and did not dare to approach, but there were too many demon cultivators in Xie Yue.
Pushing forward, the people in front were too afraid to rush forward and backed away. The people behind didn't know what was happening, so they pushed forward in a crowd. Not long after, tens of thousands of people arrived in front of Feng Jueyu and Fairy Shenggong.
"If you don't overestimate your capabilities, get out of here..."
Under heavy siege, Feng Jueyu did not hesitate at all. Although the number of enemies was unimaginable, he turned a blind eye.
Opening his palm, a nine-color fairy lotus slowly floated up, its nine petals slowly opened, and countless rays of light immediately burst out between the petals and stamens.
These rays of light are all sword energy. Each sword energy is like a ray of light. But if you look closely, you can see petals of various colors at the roots. The number is also different. The most has seven petals and the least has one.
valve.
The fairy lotus is in full bloom, with nine colors. The tiny awns suddenly explode, like pear rain, and scatter in all directions.
At first, because the sword energy was as small as a needle and inconspicuous, the monsters ignored it and rushed upwards. However, after a few breaths, the sword energy as thin as a needle suddenly appeared.
There was a dazzling brilliance, and all the sword energy was transformed into the size of a normal sword.
This time, the monsters in all directions no longer appeared to be too numerous. Instead, there were sword auras with various colored lotus petals growing on the handles, everywhere in the sky and on the ground.
"Nine lotuses rose into the clouds, and thousands of swords fired together... to kill..."
Under heavy siege, Feng Jueyu snorted extremely calmly, and then the sword energy raged across the sky, bringing up blood mist all over the sky.
"Puff, puff puff puff puff!"
What Feng Jueyu shouted was Nine Lotus Rising Clouds and Thousands of Swords Firing. In fact, there were definitely more than 10,000 sword energies in the sky at this moment, and it was even several times more than what he shouted.
The overwhelming sword energy was raging everywhere, and wherever it passed, no demon cultivator survived. The tens of thousands of demon cultivators shouting at the sky and grabbing the earth, constantly let out pitiful howls, like thousands of lonely ghosts wailing.
Broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere, and the bright red blood was rising like a roaring tide... In just a dozen breaths, tens of thousands of demon cultivators had died under the dazzling sword light.
The atmosphere was really brutal, like a massacre.
On the outside of the encirclement, the demons of the Demon Alliance were frightened by the scene in front of them. All the demon cultivators, including Bi Que and Kuang Shi, looked at them with fear, even though the sword light did not fall on them.
heads, but they were also shivering.
The mad lion was also trembling, but he was excited.
"Second brother, look, this is the famous Nine Lotus Sword Flower, what do you think? It's awesome!"
Bi Que had met Feng Jueyu, but that meeting was just a greeting. Recently, the name of "Feather Emperor" has been spread a lot outside, and it has become almost a household name, but he doesn't believe it because he has not seen it with his own eyes.
See.
When they met today, Bi Que was also stunned by Feng Jueyu's skills.
The sword intent that enveloped all directions was so powerful that it could kill the heaven and the earth. Tens of thousands of monsters could not stop his sword. This method was really too astonishing.
"Is he the Yu Emperor you have always admired?" Bi Que looked at his youngest son in astonishment.
"Ah, didn't I introduce it to you last time?" Crazy Lion couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
Bi Que took a deep breath, then spit it out heavily, and praised: "He is worthy of being crowned emperor. For such a swordsman, I am afraid that only the one in the Sword Picking Tower can rival him." He said.
The one is Xuanyuan Zhengyang.
"I have long said that Master Yudi is no worse than Xuanyuan Zhengyang. This Nine Lotus Sword Flower is extremely powerful. It will definitely be as famous as the Wuding Sword in the future."
"Maybe, eh, no, for such a person, how did you convince others to give us help?" Bi Que said, with suspicion in his eyes.
The mad lion rolled his eyes and said: "Where are we? What kind of help? They are just here for Kingo."
Bi Que then remembered that these people were looking for a ghost sheep to draw horns from.
Just as he was thinking about it, tens of thousands of sword energy formed a circle in front of him and rushed out from inside, blasting a big bloody hole under the siege of ten thousand monsters.
Inside, the Holy Palace Fairy was dressed spotlessly in white. She looked at the golden-horned blood-threaded demon dragon suppressed on the altar with clear eyes and said, "Tell me, where is Mo Ling?"