Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 169 The Demon Attendant's Lost Track (2 more)
As for these few people in the Tiangang Realm who were frozen, their faces were full of endless bitterness.

In the next few months, they may be exposed to wind and rain like a sculpture...

And...every warrior who passes by here will probably look at them like monkeys. Although they dare not show anything on their faces, they will definitely laugh in their hearts. ice sculpture...

Today can be said to be the most humiliating day in their lives...

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Mo Lingxuan traveled thousands of miles soon after Yu Jian left, and he was not very far away from the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Dao League.

When he reached a valley, he fell down and sat by the stream. The Bingji sword was also suspended in front of him, forming a barrier of ice and snow in this space to prevent others from breaking in.

Gently stroking the ice-blue sword of the god-king, made of extreme jade, Mo Lingxuan could clearly feel the whine and urgency of the ice-blue sword.

The reason for mourning is because Mo Lingxuan fell and Yan Yuruo's whereabouts were unknown 9000 years ago.The eagerness is because it has sensed that Yan Yuruo's reincarnated body is here in Qinglinjing!
A celestial artifact can give birth to a sliver of wisdom, not to mention the Bingji Sword, a soldier of the gods and kings?Compared with ordinary humans, it is not even weaker than the disadvantage.

"The Bingji Sword also suffered some damage during the battle..."

With a low murmur, Mo Lingxuan saw some cracks in the blade of Bingji, and immediately stopped hesitating, closed his eyes slightly, and immediately began to communicate with the sword spirit with his huge spiritual consciousness.

"The Great..."

The respectful voice of the sword spirit came into Mo Lingxuan's mind, and then, a phantom of a woman gradually took shape, bowing and saluting, exactly like Yan Yuruo.

The sword follows the idea, and the shape of the sword spirit is naturally Yan Yuruo's appearance.

"There is no need to be formal, the Eternal Devil Emperor is in the past."

Mo Lingxuan responded lightly: "Next, I will enter your spiritual consciousness to check the memory."

"Please, my lord."

The sword spirit raised its head slightly, and then let go of the consciousness defense, allowing Mo Lingxuan's spiritual consciousness to enter.

"boom…"

Immediately, the first picture appeared in Mo Lingxuan's mind.

Beyond the boundless nine-day galaxy, a peerless young emperor crowned the universe, raised his hand to shatter the stars, and shattered the sky with one finger.

And beside him, there are also eight perfect women who are peerless and alluring. Each of them is so beautiful that countless goddesses from all over the world will be jealous of them.

Countless peerless god kings admire them, but they dare not show any disrespect, not only because they are both goddess kings, but also because they are the devil servants of the eternal devil emperor who made the heavens tremble!
In the galaxy space opposite them, there are endless powerhouses, and every one of them is at least a god and a true immortal!

Among them, there are not only fairy races, but also demon races, dark races, and human races.

Behind the young emperor, although there are many gods and real immortals, compared with the army of the Three Realms, they still seem a little insignificant.

Finally, the battle begins.

The young emperor was dressed in black, and he looked down upon him in a glamorous manner. He was fighting against the emperors of the three clans alone, and he was not weak!

Every unpretentious blow can make the gods of the heavens and even the king of the gods tremble!
The eight demon attendants fight together, like a sharp sword, no one can stop wherever it passes!

After a long battle, it was the young emperor's most beloved peerless woman who gave him the deadliest sword without any defense...

And her name: Zi Xi!

The eternal devil emperor died, but the great emperors of the three races also died together.

In this battle, there will be no more emperors in the heavens and myriad realms.

The eight demon servants were defeated and fled, but they were hunted down endlessly by the kings of the three races...

The first picture had already dissipated here, Mo Lingxuan took a deep breath, trying to calm down the hatred in his heart.

He knew that this was the scene of the peerless imperial battle 9000 years ago.

Soon, the second picture appeared in the sword spirit's sea of ​​consciousness.

A peerless woman dressed in white held an ice blue jade sword and pointed at the four middle-aged god kings in the distance, and a terrifying battle broke out.

After killing the two god-kings, the white-clothed woman was finally powerless and fell into death.

The two god kings suggested that if she could serve the two of them, her life would be spared.

However, the woman in white resolutely activated the reincarnation technique of a narrow escape, and she escaped into reincarnation...

"King Wushen, King Mingying, when we come to Hongmeng again, I, Mo Lingxuan, will make your life worse than death!"

All the pictures disappeared completely at this moment, and Mo Lingxuan's cold voice immediately sounded in his heart, containing endless killing intent.

How could he not know who was the one who wanted to covet Yan Yuruo after his fall?They are the two great kings of the Monster Race and the Hades Race!

Then, the screen changed, and it was a scene of a beautiful woman in yellow clothes dying and disappearing.

"Ran Xuan..."

Mo Lingxuan's heart trembled suddenly. Even though he knew that the Gengjin Demon Servant in his previous life might have fallen, he still couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart when he saw this exact result.

Afterwards, it was his former Wood Spirit Demon Attendant—An Miaotong who was besieged by many god kings and fell...

A picture flashed past, letting Mo Lingxuan know that two of the Eight Demon Attendants from the previous life had fallen!
The cold killing intent permeated the entire valley.

After a long while, he calmed down, and asked the sword spirit again: "Is there any whereabouts of my other demon attendants? Are they alive or dead?"

There are only these fragments of sword spirit's memory, which should be lost after being injured, so he has to ask again in person.

"Back to the Great Emperor, those in the picture are all the memories I can remember."

The sword spirit responded softly, its body has been traumatized, and indeed it can only remember so much.

"That's it."

Mo Lingxuan nodded slightly, and his spiritual consciousness immediately retreated from the Bingji Sword.

It seems that two of the Eight Demon Servants known in his previous life have passed away, namely Geng Jin Demon Servant Ran Xuan and Wood Spirit Demon Servant An Miaotong.

However, if he wants to know the whereabouts of the other Eight Demon Attendants, it seems that he still needs to find an opportunity to repair the wound of Bingji Sword first.

After that, Mo Lingxuan practiced again in the valley for a few days, stabilizing his rapidly advancing martial arts realm.

In the early morning of the third day, Mo Lingxuan withdrew from his cultivation state, stepped on the Bingji Sword again, turned into a ray of ice blue light and shot straight into the sky...

All he had to do now was to go to the Heavenly Dao League to get the Fire Spirit Crystal, and then go straight back to the Emperor Demon Sect to prepare for the upcoming Tianlan meeting.

Tiandao League.

Located on the east side of Ruo Daqing Linjing, it is one of the eight overlord-level powers. It is powerful and controls many dynasties and aristocratic powers.

Bingjijian's speed was very fast, and in just two hours, Mo Lingxuan came to the gate of the Tiandao League.

"Who is coming? Come to my Heavenly Dao League and dare to fly in the sky?"

When he saw a young man in black flying towards Yujian with unabated speed, the guard of the Void Training Realm at the city gate immediately scolded.

After all, the overlord-level powers have unspoken rules to regard it as someone flying in the sky, which is disrespectful.

(End of this chapter)