Previously, when the silver mark triggered the Tianxie Key, Su Xuan felt that the two were related.
But after getting in-depth contact with the Tianxie Monument, Su Xuan realized that the two came from the same lineage.
The man named Dugu Tianxie most likely came from the Silver Plains and had a very high status! As for what he said about preaching, it was not that there was any great inheritance in the Tianxie Monument, but that he would pass on this evil will! Su
Xuan thought about the seven tombs in the Immortal and Demon Cemetery. At that time, he was not qualified to inherit the seven tombs, but he did not expect to inherit the Tianxie Monument here by some mistake. He did not know whether it was fate or coincidence.
There may have been people like him in the Evil Clan back then, and it was only with this recognition that the Evil Clan rose.
It's a pity that the evil tribe took the wrong path back then... and now Su Xuan, who has been recognized by the Tianxie Monument, is naturally not comparable to the ghost tribe who only occupies the Four Phase Evil Palace.
As soon as Su Xuan moved, Yin Tianheng and the others wouldn't have anything to do with it. It would be good if they weren't severely injured by the backlash! "This... this is the mark of my evil clan's supremacy!"
The ancestor of the evil clan stared at the silver mark between Su Xuan's eyebrows, his whole body trembling with excitement and his face flushed.
According to ancient records, this is the mark that only the first generation of evil clan masters in the Demon Realm had, symbolizing supreme glory. Since then, no generation of clan leader has had it! "I...my mother, Brother Xuan is giving this to us."
What a surprise!”
Fluctlight slapped his chest hard, and this reversal was really exciting.
"Haha, so handsome!"
Wen Zhao smiled again, staring closely at that magnificent figure with beautiful eyes.
"I knew that big brother never let us down!"
The monkeys laughed wildly.
"Is this the inheritance of the evil clan?"
Li Henshui's eyes widened in disbelief.
He has a deep understanding of the Tianxie Monument and the significance of Su Xuan's mark to the Evil Clan.
Basically, after seeing this mark, all the evil tribes in the East Wasteland will respect Su Xuan! At this moment, the monks on Wanxiang Xuanwu became excited, which was in sharp contrast to the panic before.
As for the ghost tribe, their faces froze and they were completely dumbfounded! Come again?
Is this guy playing with them?
First give hope, and then kill it?
"You! You...you..." Yin Tianheng's face was ferocious, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, and finally he spat out blood again.
"Why is this happening again?"
The faces of Ghost Lord, Yin Lord and others were all distorted, they were really disgusting.
At this moment, many monks on the ghost side want to die! It’s so disgusting! “Why can he always turn things around?”
"Will he hide in the Tianxie Monument, wait for us to laugh enough, and then pop out and slap us in the face?"
"I guess I will hate him for the rest of my life..." The monk from the three tribes was filled with grief and anger.
Su Xuan looked at it and laughed coldly: "I said that I will wait until I win the Heavenly Evil Monument before fighting with you. Do you think I am farting?"
"You're looking for death!"
The ghost master's face was slightly distorted.
"Now it's a matter of whether you can survive in my hands!"
Su Xuan said coldly.
The next moment.
"boom!"
All things Xuanwu, Tianxie Monument, and part of the River of Luck started to move.
The Qingcang area was shocked! Su Xuan's side instantly felt that they represented the general trend and were on the superior side.
The monks from the three tribes looked at them and felt that they were the masters of this place.
Hiss... everyone almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, this is even more disgusting! Controlling the three treasures, Su Xuan has been able to mobilize part of Qingcang's general trend and completely establish Qingcang's advantage.
"You have no chance!"
Su Xuan spoke coldly.
"boom!"
The Vientiane Xuanwu moved and slammed into the Four Nine Forbidden Heavenly Pillars! The faces of Lord Yin and others changed wildly, and they resisted in a panic, but they were somewhat unable to do so.
The Yin tribe and the Heavenly Corpse Pulse alone cannot withstand the all-powerful Xuanwu that is blessed by luck! And the next moment.
The Tianxie Monument under Su Xuan's feet also roared, and terrifying evil energy spurted out from it.
The Heavenly Evil Monument rose into the sky and hit the Ghost Lord and others arrogantly.
"No, I can't beat him!"
The ghost master cursed the corpse master and instinctively wanted to retreat.
There are many fifth-level spiritual emperors on their side, and they are beating Su Xuan's side, but Su Xuan represents Qingcang's general trend at this moment, and he can kill them all! Even though they are fifth-level spiritual emperors who are difficult to kill, Su Xuan will definitely kill them all.
Kill them all! What's even more terrible is that the corpse of the Yin King has already started to take action. The dead monks' flesh and blood fell off and began to transform into bitter corpses! There is no need to fight! This is the inner thought of many people at this moment.
"Why are you running? If you run away, it will really be over!"
The ghost master shouted angrily, resounding in all directions.
Everyone was shocked.
"We still have a chance!"
The Ghost Lord roared, staring at Su Xuan with scarlet eyes.
Once they run away, the Forbidden Heaven Pillar will definitely fall into Su Xuan's hands. Then it will be truly over, and there will be no place for them in the entire Qingcang! At this moment, resistance has a chance of survival.
Su Xuan sneered coldly, as far as he was concerned, the result would be the same whether the Ghost Master and the others escaped or stayed to fight to the death.
"Since we are going to fight, let me show you how terrifying it is to be in control of the situation!"
Su Xuan rose into the sky, and the river of luck followed him like a dragon.
"boom!"
The coffin of the Nanming sky appears, spreading ancient luck.
At this moment, this fairly flat plain seemed to collapse.
Mountains and seas begin to manifest! "Bang, bang, bang!"
Shocking crackling sounds echoed.
There was a heavy rain in the sky, and ravines began to appear on the ground. The rain gathered into rivers, and the energy gathered into luck! Everyone took a breath of cold air.
This is the river of luck on the side of the Zombie Clan! And the terrible thing is that the effect is very powerful! "Buzz!"
There was a roar, and luck spread across the plains. The monks on the ghost tribe felt like their bodies were heavy, and the weight of luck was pressing hard on them.
At this moment, many people felt like they were on top of Wanxiang Xuanwu! "Do you really think you can kill us like this?
"The Ghost Lord roared, and each of the fifth-level spiritual emperors exploded with extremely terrifying territory and combat power! "It is indeed difficult to kill at the fifth level, but what about those below the fifth level?"
Su Xuan sneered and suddenly stared at Gui Wuyou.
"boom!"
The Tianxie Monument roared, and a domineering aura full of murderous intent raged.
"Kai Xie!"
Su Xuan shouted fiercely, and a small section of Tianxie Monument exploded.
And the next moment.
"boom!"
The evil energy from all directions, the evil clan's evil energy, and nearly half of the evil marks on Su Xuan's body were integrated into the broken fragments of the Heavenly Evil Stele.
Then.
Under the numb gaze of everyone, the fragments of the Tianxie Monument suddenly disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were surrounded by a bewildered Gui Wuyou.
"Make a grave!"
Su Xuan spoke again.
"boom!"
The fragments gathered into an evil grave, directly sealing Gui Wuyou.
Finally, Su Xuan grasped his right hand, then opened it and sneered: "Funeral!"
"Bang!"
The evil tomb exploded, along with Gui Wuyou.
The fragments of the Tianxie Monument were reunited, but Gui Wuyou had been blown into pieces.
Everyone: "..." The fighting here is always stagnant.
"I...I'm stupid!"
Yin Tianheng screamed and jumped far away, like a rabbit! This is so scary.
A fourth-level spiritual emperor was crushed to death in one fell swoop... "Hiss!"
"Fuck!"
"Dry!"
Everyone cursed and gasped.
This time it was too cruel.
This time, countless people on the ghost side retreated as madly as Yin Tianheng.
Except for the fifth level, who can withstand Su Xuan's pinch?
Su Xuan shook his head slightly, this funeral method came from the broken Tianxie Monument.
Precisely because it was broken, it was turned into a grave, which was the method used by the leader of the evil clan back then! Su Xuan had reached his limit this time, and it took a lot of power! The fourth level can kill, but the fifth level can only cause multiple wounds! And the evil clan here alone has
For the quantity, Su Xuan can only use it twice at most. If it is used up, not only will he be exhausted, but the evil monks will also be exhausted.
But it's quite intimidating.
Lord Yin and the others saw it, but it was useless no matter how much they shouted, they had to run anyway! In an instant, the battle was defeated! "Follow them and capture the Forbidden Sky Pillar!"
Su Xuan ordered coldly.
At this moment, the somewhat dazed ghost master suddenly became jealous.
"Did you kill my brother?"
He roared, his eyes scarlet red! "You read that right."
Su Xuan spoke coldly.
"How dare you kill my brother?"
The Ghost Lord's eyes were cracked, this was his only relative.
The ghost took action, but was unable to do anything to Su Xuan who was standing on the Tianxie Monument.
"So what if I kill him?"
Su Xuan's eyes turned cold.
"I want you dead!"
The ghost owner looked like he was crazy, took out a scroll and tore it open.
The picture scroll spontaneously combusts without fire.
"boom!"
A rickety figure walked out quietly.
He looked directly at Su Xuan, his appearance was unclear, but his eyes were sizing up Su Xuan with a hint of curiosity.
"boom!"
Su Xuan was struck by lightning, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead.
A strong man! A strong man who can threaten him! Not the sixth level... but... the seventh level?
"Da Feng Si, kill him for me!"
The Ghost Lord roared a little crazily, but the strange thing was that the first three words could not be pronounced.
The old man looked at Su Xuan: "Silver mark?
Haven’t seen it in many years.”
He spoke calmly, with calm words, no contempt, no shock, and was as quiet as still water.
But this sound made Su Xuan's hair explode, and it echoed in his ears like a cry for life.