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Chapter 311: Unlocking the Martial Saint Armor, Repelling the Four Demon Kings, and Entering Longding Mountain
There are four leaders of the demon army in front of them, namely Prince Kunpeng, Demon King Flame Python, Saint King Big Turtle, and Long Xuan.

Every great demon has reached the twelfth realm of cultivation, and the realms of the Great Turtle Saint and Long Xuan have even reached the pinnacle of the Demon Lord realm.

The Giant Turtle Saint is a great demon under the command of the Six Thrones. He comes from a clan in the vast deep sea and has a trace of the blood of the mythical beast Black Tortoise. His true form is a giant turtle that can move islands and has the ability to reclaim land.

It was seen that Yang Zhaoyuan's aura had increased significantly compared to before.

There was a look of surprise in Long Xuan's cold eyes.

"What kind of treasure is this that can actually allow this person's cultivation to rise by two levels?"

The Great Turtle Saint was the oldest of the four and had seen a lot. He saw the shadow of the Martial Saint in Yang Zhaoyuan, stroked his beard, and said thoughtfully, "Isn't this the treasure left by the ancient Dajie Dynasty?"

Prince Kunpeng seemed to have heard something, and thought: "Dajie Ancient Dynasty? Didn't it already perish?"

The Great Turtle Saint explained: "This item is called the Great Jie Martial Saint Armor, also known as the Twelve Saint Armors. It is a supreme holy item forged by the Great Jie Dynasty, which has been extinct for more than a thousand years."

"The Dajie Dynasty was a time of martial arts rejuvenation, and many martial saints were born. However, in the end, it was unable to resist the fate of destruction and ultimately lost to the Great Zhou Dynasty, bringing an end to the Great Zhou Dynasty's 800-year reign."

Even the extremely proud Prince Kunpeng couldn't help but be serious: "The Great Martial Saint Armor is forged with the essence and soul imprints of twelve Martial Saints. It is a relic of a dynasty from a thousand years ago. When you wear it, the Martial Saint's will will control your body, and your strength will be greatly improved. It should not be underestimated."

The Flame Python Demon King disagreed and curled his lips and said, "How much power can a mere Vajra Realm warrior exert from a sacred object?"

"Let me try to see if this armor is as powerful as the legend says."

After he finished speaking, a giant python emerged from his body and pounced towards Yang Zhaoyuan.

The champion who stopped his horse below saw the hot and powerful aura on Yang Zhaoyuan and said in surprise:

“I didn’t expect that King Zhenbei would even give this treasure to Yang Zhaoyuan.”

As far as he knew, the identity of Zhenbei King Yang Xiao was actually not simple.

Marquis Guanjun once served as a military supervisor in the Northwest Military Town and was familiar with the King of Zhenbei.

I learned some secrets from the other party.

His ancestors were the royal family of the Dajie Dynasty.

As a descendant of the Dajie Dynasty, Yang Xiao has always aimed to overthrow the Dazhou Dynasty.

At first, Yang Xiao joined the army and served under the Yan State in order to resist the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Now, I have achieved success and all my dreams have been fulfilled. My only wish is to stay in the northwest where I have lived all my life and enjoy my old age.

This jade belt of the Martial Saint is a pass down from our ancestors.

The King of Zhenbei handed this sacred object of the dynasty to Yang Zhaoyuan, undoubtedly considering him as his successor, and hoped that Yang Zhaoyuan could come back alive and successfully take over his position.

As long as you wear the jade belt and inject vitality into it, you can get a complete set of Dajie Wusheng Armor.

With the power of the twelve ancient saints, his strength increased greatly.

But at the same time, willpower will also be affected by the wills of multiple martial saints.

Every Martial Saint is a strong man who has walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Their will to kill is undoubtedly the most influential to cultivators.

If a person has weak willpower, he or she may easily become demented after using it.

On the battlefield, facing the attack of the Fire Python Demon King.

Yang Zhaoyuan was extremely calm.

Hold two fingers together to start the dragon transformation.

A scarlet light flashed, and a towering dark-colored giant wolf emerged from behind him, with its hair standing up.

An old man in a martial arts robe holding a spear appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, causing his body to move automatically.

The vast vital energy gathered into a long spear. Although he was more proficient in swordsmanship, at this moment he was able to wield the spear impenetrably.

The power of the Martial Saint infused into the Martial Saint Armor swept away all the flames stirred up by the Flame Python Demon King.

In a moment, the giant python shadow was pinned to the ground.

For a while, the battle was difficult to resolve.

The other three demon kings all had unhappy expressions on their faces.

"Let's take action together."

"If the news gets out, how can we survive among the demon race if we are held back by an unknown person for such a long time?"

"Boom!"

In the center of the battlefield, the Flame Python Demon King had transformed into a body that was a hundred meters long. A nine-petal flaming lotus blossomed on his head, rolling up a scarlet fire cloud that spread out and condensed into the phantom of a giant python ten meters high, which suddenly rushed forward.

As the Nine Yuan Flame Python, every time he breaks through a realm, the flame lotus on his head will transform and bloom. He only needs one last breakthrough to reach the Demon King realm and become the supreme being.

How is it possible to lose to a human here?
Yang Zhaoyuan's face was reflected in golden red by the fire clouds, but he still looked calm.

He raised his arm, and suddenly, his bones and flesh roared like a ferocious beast. Without using any martial arts, he just threw a punch and punched forward.

A blood-red handprint condensed and slapped the giant python's head.

With a loud "bang", a huge palm print suppressed the scorching fire cloud and the body of the Flame Python Demon King at the same time under the palm print.

"boom!"

Ripples of energy swept outward.

The ground sank, forming a palm print pit more than ten meters long.

"Damn it. How can a mere human race have such strength?"

The Flame Python Demon King was quite unwilling and felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart. Golden flames surged from his whole body. After a few moments, his injuries were almost healed.

Although he was the weakest among the four demon kings, he was still a demon king after all. He could not even defeat a warrior of the tenth realm who relied on external objects for support.

Yang Zhaoyuan was well aware of the principle of pursuing a victory, so he increased his strength again, holding the sword in his hand, and slashed at the Flame Python Demon King.

But in an instant, he was repelled by a colorful sword.

The remaining force of the sword on the flying sword was enough to send him flying hundreds of meters away before it slowly weakened. He finally crashed into a mountain and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A graceful woman dressed in colorful unicorn clothes, with bare jade feet, and a pair of blue-purple dragon horns on her head, stood in the void.

The colorful flying sword slowly returned to her hand.

Yang Zhaoyuan understood that it was the big monster in front of him that had just defeated him.

He estimated that the opponent's strength was two levels stronger than that of the Flame Python Demon King.

Long Xuan looked at the human general in front of her and said coldly: "You are already proud enough to be able to injure a demon king."

After saying that, he waved the colorful sword in his hand.

"You evil beast, how dare you touch my Dayan soldiers?" Suddenly, a rebuke came from the void.

This sound wave, carrying with it a powerful mental oppression and an unstoppable fluctuation of vital energy, was enough to shake the souls of the demons within a few miles out of their bodies.

Yang Zhaoyuan was seriously injured, and the use of the Great Martial Saint Armor consumed a lot of energy. His mental will was baptized by the residual soul of the Martial Saint, and he became very weak. However, he still lowered his head, half-knelt on the ground, and saluted:
"Welcome Your Majesty!"

Across the entire top of Dragon Mountain, there were sounds of people gasping in shock, and every demon clan member was not surprised.

The person who came turned out to be the Emperor of Dayan. They thought he was the Taoist master. How could the Emperor of Dayan have such a terrifying aura?

"It seems that the Emperor of Dayan is not a good person." The Great Turtle Saint said solemnly while looking at the void opposite.

"No matter how strong he is, he is not even at the twelfth level, but we have four of them."

Prince Kunpeng snorted coldly and spread his wings, which were two meters long. He was shining brightly and emitting cold light. Every feather was like a golden blade, rushing straight into the sky.

He believed that he might be defeated alone, but if the four monsters joined forces, they would definitely be able to compete with a third-grade strongman.

Prince Kunpeng arrived first, flipped his body, and slashed down from mid-air with his large metallic wings, hitting Lu Mingyuan's head.

"Snap!" Lu Mingyuan simply slapped out with one palm, which collided with the metal wings.

Suddenly, a clattering sound was heard, like the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, and a large number of bright sparks were splashed out.

The next moment, Prince Kunpeng flew out, crashed through the wall of a mountain, and then crashed into the no-fly barrier of the Longding Mountain Cave.

Bang.

It fell to the ground, with a wing on its back broken and its mouth full of blood.

Who could have thought that a powerful twelfth-level demon king couldn't even withstand a slap from the Great Yan Emperor?

"You've done very well."

Lu Mingyuan came to Yang Zhaoyuan, smiled slightly, helped him up, and injected some vitality into his body to heal his injuries.

"Step back, leave the rest to me."

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Your Majesty."

Yang Zhaoyuan bowed to express his gratitude, then left quietly.

Seeing Prince Kunpeng being slapped away by a palm, the Great Turtle Saint realized that Lu Mingyuan was not someone he was going to deal with, so he used a magical boxing technique that was comparable to that of immortals.

Xuanwu Holy Fist.

He can unleash a hundred times the physical strength and move mountains with his bare hands. Combined with his own bloodline strength, one can imagine how powerful this punch is.

The huge fist, with a fierce gust of wind, arrived in front of Lu Mingyuan. The powerful wind swept across the rocks along the way, blowing Lu Mingyuan's hair and clothes into the air.

"Eight Desolations Divine Fist."

Lu Mingyuan raised his left hand, mobilized his vital energy, and injected it into his palm.

At the same time, eight vortexes of spiritual energy gathered in the palm of his hand, continuously absorbing spiritual energy.

A terrifying aura quickly spread outward with Lu Mingyuan's palm as the center.

That suffocating force fell on every cultivator nearby. Even if they were standing a hundred feet away, they felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

It is conceivable how much pressure the Great Turtle Saint King was under in front of him.

"Not good, quickly lend a helping hand to the Great Turtle Saint!"

Prince Kunpeng, who had just stood up, saw this and quickly sent a message to the Flame Python Demon King and Long Xuan.

"Go together!"

Long Xuan also understood the seriousness of the problem and replied via voice transmission.

Each of the four demon kings used their original form, mobilized all their demonic power, transformed it into pure light pillars of various colors, and shot it towards the direction of the Great Turtle Saint.

Help the Great Turtle Saint King to resist this palm.

At this moment, the blazing red blood energy condensed into a martial arts body that was a hundred feet tall behind Lu Mingyuan.

The figure was wearing Taotie armor and holding a huge sword. Red flames were surging all over his body, giving off an overbearing aura as if he was the king of the world.

"The complete martial arts Dharma body. Only a cultivator who has cultivated the martial arts realm to perfection can achieve it!" Yang Zaixing exclaimed in the Dayan army.

Only when a warrior has tempered his physical body to the extreme and has unlimited potential, can he condense a complete and huge Dharma body.

Usually, only a Martial Saint can do this.

"Boom."

Lu Mingyuan punched down, and his Baizhang Dharmakāya also punched out. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a majestic martial arts aura swept across Longding Mountain.

The extremely terrifying aura suppressed the Great Turtle Saint King to his knees.

The combined power of the four demon kings on him prevented him from being blown away so quickly.

The Great Turtle Saint King knelt with his legs bent, bleeding from all his seven orifices. His skin quickly burst open, and his body, which he was so proud of, was cracked under the violent vitality, and his whole body was covered in blood.

After resisting for ten breaths.

Lu Mingyuan threw out one punch, then another.

With both fists, the Great Turtle Saint was ultimately unable to withstand the profound power of the Eight Desolate Divine Fist.

The huge body changed back into human form and was directly blown away.

The other three demon kings suffered a blood and qi reversal and vomited blood.

They finally understood that the Great Yan Emperor was even more powerful than they had imagined.

Long Xuan even doubted whether this person had no rivals at all in the same realm.

If he were to break through to the realm of Martial Saint, there would be few people in the whole world who could be his match.

Not only the demon clan, but also the direction of Dayan military camp was extremely shocked.

One man fights against four demon kings alone.

None of them can be defeated with just one move!
Is this the Saint's cultivation level?

It was the first time that the Zhenbei Army witnessed the true strength of the Great Yan Emperor.

For a moment, morale boosted greatly.

"Roar!!"

With the cleansing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the roar of a dragon can be faintly heard at the top of Longding Mountain.

When many cultivators heard the dragon's roar, a look of confusion appeared on their faces.

Only Qi Muxue showed joy after hearing this.

Could it be that Lu Mingyuan's actions disturbed the dragon soul here?

A red soul shot up into the sky, causing the air in this world to distort with heat.

"Oh no, the cave barrier here has been opened again, and I will be teleported into the cave by space." The Great Turtle Saint said something bad.

"Our duty is to prevent the human cultivators here from entering the cave. Is there any way to stop them?"

Long Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked in a serious voice.

"No, once the barrier starts to work, all the cultivators here will be locked in by the rules within the cave."

The Great Turtle Saint had just finished speaking.

Ripples appeared in the cave barrier and a terrifying suction force came from the void, making the space here extremely fragile.

Many cultivators disappeared at the entrance of Longding Mountain under the cover of red light.

Long Xuan knew it clearly.

It must be the Great Yan Emperor's martial arts aura that disturbed the remaining soul of the fire dragon here, causing it to resonate.

“It’s a piece of cake.”

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly.

"It's a pity that I haven't taken your lives yet. You should pray that you don't meet me in the cave, otherwise you will die."

Seeing him so arrogant, Long Xuan said coldly: "There are several demon kings in the cave, it would be best if they could hear what you said then."

Lu Mingyuan smiled faintly: "Then we will wait and see."

Accompanied by a flash of light, Lu Mingyuan disappeared from the spot and officially stepped into the cave.

(End of this chapter)