Chapter 729 Ten Thousand Bones Withered on My Demonic Coming! ! !

The red figure slowly fell down like a falling statue, dull and wooden.

The Nineteenth Master and disciple widened their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief. Guang Lingui raised his head slightly, but soon sighed again. He lowered his head and recited the scriptures silently. Only Chen Xuanji narrowed his eyes and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

Xu Han pulled out the sword that was inserted into Ye Hongjian's abdomen. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Hongjian. He looked at the puzzlement and fear in the girl's eyes. He watched as her pupils gradually dissipated. He watched as the vitality around her dissipated one breath after another until it completely disappeared.

He looked carefully and was even a little distracted, so much so that the army behind him had already arrived less than 50 feet away, and he still seemed to be unaware of it.

He still looked at the girl, his pitch-black eyes regaining their usual clear appearance in that instant. He stared at her, his eyebrows curved, and the corners of his mouth smiled. It was as if he had done something extremely important, and his expression was extremely satisfied.

At this time, the overwhelming Saint Marquises had already arrived behind him. The leader stretched out one hand, and the purple scales covered his arm in an instant. At that time, his entire body turned into a purple monster that was ten zhang in size. That hand also turned into sharp claws that were enough to make people's hearts race and directly grab Xu Han's back.

The pitch-black color also filled Xu Han's eyes at that moment. His clothes fluttered, and the strands of hair on his head were torn apart by the berserk sword intent. His long black hair rose randomly in the wind.

He turned around and extended his hand slowly but impartially to grab the arm that was rushing towards the front of the formation.

The black divine sword soared into the sky, and three thousand golden sword shadows appeared.

Azure veins began to appear on Xu Han's forehead. They spread like poisonous snakes, quickly covering Xu Han's face, making him look exceptionally ferocious and terrifying at that time.

He remembered the heavy snow that had changed his fate in Upper Cloud City many years ago.

So he said, "Big Cold Heavens."

The three thousand golden sword shadows disappeared. Blizzard covered the mountain peak of Great Abyss Mountain. The boundless sword intent wrapped in the snow, as well as the boundless rage in their owners' hearts, violently poured onto the bodies of those monsters.

Purple blood splashed across the sky, and broken limbs covered the ground.

At that moment, Xu Han's hand that was holding the leading Marquis also exerted a slight force. At that moment, a violent force spread along his arm to the Marquis's body. The Marquis's face turned pale, and his face with fangs and scales revealed a look of horror.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, and the Saint Marquis's body exploded at that moment.

Just like that, Xu Han easily crushed an Immortal-level monster to death. Purple flesh rained down on Xu Han's body. Xu Han, whose face was covered in veins, had a calm expression. He took another step forward.

However, he recalled the night in Chang'an City when the True Dragon fell beside him. Dragon Qi wrapped around his body and continuously poured into the girl's body. His ears were filled with endless shouts, "Lord Manor Master, please die!"

The dragon and snake phantom circled between the two of them. Whether they were going to swallow a dragon or cook a true dragon's food, this cruel question was placed in front of the youth.

Hence, Xu Han said again, "Rise Dragon and Snake!"

As these words were spoken, the snowy sky scattered. The Sword Dragon and Sword Python rose from the ground towards the end of the snowstorm. Then, they let out a long howl and shuttled through the crowd. Everywhere the Saint Marquis passed, they were shattered into pieces and quickly harvested their lives one after another.

Gui Puti, who was standing behind the crowd, frowned. She never thought that Xu Han, who had never attacked before, would display such formidable combat strength at this moment. In less than ten breaths of time, nearly a hundred Saint Marquis rank Half Demons had fallen under his sword.

"Let them take action." She said with a calm brow. The nine children standing behind the crowd's faces turned cold when they heard this. Then, their bodies shot out like flowing shadows, rushing towards Xu Han's direction at a speed several times faster than those Saint Marquises.

The distance between the two was more than a hundred zhang, but to those young children, it was nothing. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Xu Han. The sword in their hands carried an incomparably cold yet incomparably powerful power as they charged towards Xu Han's face.

Xu Han raised his pitch-black eyes to look at the nine bright blades.

He remembered the old man with the wooden box on his back on the summit of Long Yin Mountain. His clothes were drifting and his eyebrows were cold. The thunder in the sky descended one after another until the tenth thunder rumbled and finally pressed down on the old man's waist, which had stood upright for a thousand years.

"Ten Directions Tribulation!" Xu Han said again, his voice hoarse, like a ghost whispering.

The Sword Dragon and Sword Python that were raging in the crowd felt something at that moment. After circling for a while, they suddenly soared into the sky, then surged in the sky, stirring up the boundless lightning above the nine heavens. Finally, they turned into ten enormous swords that carried the lightning and fell towards Xu Han's direction.

All of this was a long story, but it only happened between lightning and flint.

Even before the swords in the hands of the nine children touched Xu Han's body, ten long swords suddenly descended, wrapping around the nine children's silhouettes into a huge cage. Then, sword intent surged out and surged towards the nine children, wrapping around their bodies.

Under the powerful sword intent and lightning, the killing moves of the nine children froze one after another. They had no choice but to stand there and constantly use their strength to resist the things released by the huge cage.

The nine Saint Kings that Dark Asura Palace had cited as their strongest killing move, Naturally, he wouldn't fall into Xu Han's sword formation so easily. However, they didn't feel good either. At the very least, in order to resist the lightning and sword intent that filled the sword formation, those Saint Kings had no choice but to begin their sacrifice. However, unlike those Saint Sons, Saint Weapons, or Saint Marquises, these Saint Kings were obviously closer to pure Half-Demons, and their sacrifices were extraordinarily different.

His body was seven feet tall, and a pair of black bone wings appeared behind him. The two horns on his head soared into the sky, but his appearance did not change much. The strange and nauseating scales on his body did not appear either. Judging from their appearances, these Saint Kings did not want those Saint Sons and Saint Marquises to possess enormous bodies and terrifying auras.

However, the more this aura was restrained, the more they were able to control this powerful power.

As a matter of fact, the sword formation was no longer filled with enough power to deal them too much damage. They began to continuously attack the sword formation. Although the sword formation did not collapse in an instant, it was already on the verge of collapse.

Even so, Xu Han's pitch-black eyes still didn't reveal the slightest trace of panic.

His gaze was deep, and some memories once again surfaced in his mind.

The Daofather who had been walking in this world for a thousand years had finally fallen under the lightning. However, a hand suddenly stretched out from the sky and dragged the old man's body. "Give him a star," he said. As a result, ten thousand kilometers away, a starlight illuminated the old man's body, and under the guidance of that starlight, he escaped from the sky.

"Star Pendant!"

A divine light lit up in Xu Han's black eyes. He shouted again. The black sword fell from the sky and Xu Han jumped high. He held the hilt of the sword. The lightning and sword intent restrained, but a more terrifying and powerful force lingered around Xu Han.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the sword landed in the sword formation. Dust rose up from the sky, and the heavens and earth became solemn.

Then, after several breaths of time, the dust dispersed. The youth covered in blood stood proudly in the sword formation, and a pool of nauseating mud beneath him … They were the Saint Kings who had been used as killing moves by the Dark Asura Palace, but now, they instantly fell under Xu Han's sword.

Gui Puti naturally saw this scene clearly. Her face turned pale and her body instantly shook.

Of course, she knew that Xu Han was hiding his methods, but she never imagined that her half-disciple would be so strong. But if he was so strong, why would she watch Su Mu'an and the others die in front of him one after another?

Of course, there were some things that Ghost Subhuti couldn't find out about, but she didn't have the slightest bit of mind to investigate them. Xu Han destroyed the Saint King, destroyed most of the foundation of Dark Asura Hall, and destroyed Ghost Subhuti's chances of pursuing them for a long time.

She could not bear the frustration of the hope that had collapsed in that instant, so anger surged into her heart, and she raised her head and let out a scream.

His tone was incomparably sharp, and the anger and sorrow wrapped within it was even more indescribable.

Purple light flickered in her pupils, and her long black hair rose up. An indiscernible phantom appeared behind her. Her body trembled, veins similar to Xu Han also burst out on her face. Then, she leapt forward and charged straight at Xu Han.

Her speed was also extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, she passed through the crowd. Her hands turned into sharp claws and took Xu Han's face from both sides. Xu Han raised his eyes to look at the approaching Ghost Subhuti. The expression on his face was ice-cold.

He remembered that tens of thousands of sword spirits had transformed into swordsmen before the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, and they had fought against the half-demon with sharp swords in their hands.

At that time, the sword intent soared into the sky, illuminating the long night in the Southern Wilderness. They shouted in unison, "My life forges your sword, and your heart inherits my way!"

"This path is endless. What do you mean I'm dead?"

In that instant, Xu Han seemed to have comprehended something. Facing the ghost Subhuti, he didn't dodge or dodge. Instead, he took another step forward and directly faced the ghost Subhuti.

He suddenly stretched out one of his hands and whispered, "Eternal Sword Spirit Green Mountain Burial!"

Countless figures with swords appeared behind him. They held the sword behind them with one hand, but stretched out their other hand like Xu Han. At that time, countless pairs of golden hands overlapped with Xu Han's hand. It was just a light grip, but at that moment, it seemed to be wrapped in countless mysteries of the heavens and earth, carrying with it an indescribable might of the world.

Therefore, this grip naturally grabbed onto the neck of the ghost Subhuti that had killed him. Her sharp claws stopped only half an inch away from Xu Han, but she was unable to advance any further. She struggled crazily. The expression on her face was sinister and twisted. She kept shouting, "Why? Why must you stop me?"

"Why!?"

"Why?"

…

The rage wrapped in the roars was already overflowing on the surface, but Xu Han was indifferent. He only stared at the mad Ghost Subhuti. The hand holding her neck gradually increased its strength. Ghost Subhuti's face began to turn red, and the roars in her mouth gradually became silent. She felt suffocated, and she also felt that death was approaching.

"Mother …" Xu Han's voice sounded at that time, "Your enemy is not me, nor is my enemy you."

"Take a good look. Everything you want will be earned back by your disciples, and all you have to do is live."

As he spoke, Xu Han suddenly waved his hand and threw Gui Puti's body to the side. Then, he looked at the Saint Marquises who were still rushing towards him regardless. His eyes narrowed, and a black aura suddenly spread out from him.

Then he stretched out his hand and said, He shook his hand at the Saint Marquis and the monstrous black gas immediately enveloped them. Then, under the wreaking havoc of the black gas, the bodies of the Saint Marquis melted like ice and snow. Streams of black gas surged out from their bodies that had turned into mud and surged into Xu Han's hands, turning into a constantly jumping black object.

Xu Han looked at the thing, his eyes flashing, but in the next moment, he opened his mouth and swallowed the black thing into his mouth.

The moment he swallowed it, the pitch-black color in Xu Han's eyes became even more turbulent, and the black gas around him increased several times, continuously surging back and forth on the summit of the Great Abyss Mountain, as if it was going to sweep through the heavens and earth.

Afterwards, Xu Han suddenly raised his head and looked towards the horizon, where a huge face was also looking at him.

Their gazes met.

"What? Do you want to attack me?" The face in the horizon seemed to be able to see through Xu Han's thoughts. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a loud voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Xu Han remained silent, but the black aura that lingered around his body became even more intense.

"Do you think you can use the power of that evil god to contend against us? Gui Gu Zi is waiting for this moment. You are no match for them. Once you obtain enough power from that evil god to contend against them, your existence will be a threat to the starry sky of all realms. We will have a reason to destroy you along with this world! "Death! You can't escape this death!"

Xu Han still didn't say anything. He thought about what had happened on the Great Abyss Mountain and the figures that had fallen in front of him. Then, he began to whisper in a low voice.

"Dragons and snakes rise in the cold sky, and stars fall in the Ten Directions Tribulation."

"Immemorial Sword Spirit Green Mountain Burial…"

"Ten Thousand Bones Withered …"

"I, Demon Arrival!!!"

Boom!

As these words fell, the heavens and the earth trembled. Black gas surged into Xu Han's body once again, and his clothes shattered. A pair of giant black wings extended from his back, and countless strange black inscriptions appeared on his naked upper body.

With a flap of his wings, he carried the devil energy that filled the sky and charged straight towards the dome.

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