Chapter 1291 Devouring Demon Spirits, Inner Court of Demon Palace

"It's only one minute past zero..."

Yang Qingxuan's face darkened, and he complained: "It's not enough for my sword energy."

Fatty Pan enviously said: "Boss, you can be content, one tenth is also a point. I am only three tenths until now, woo woo woo."

Yang Qingxuan asked in surprise, "Why are there so few?"

Fatty Pan said pitifully: "Do you think it's so easy to earn points? If I'm not wrong, the one with the most points now won't exceed 10 points."

Yang Qingxuan said: "That's good, I have time to take you. Since this temple is classified as a fourth-level area, there must be many evil spirits inside. Let's hurry up and look for it."

Yang Qingxuan used his golden eyes to observe the footprints while looking around, and under his golden eyes, he could clearly see where the devil energy was strong.

Where there is strong demon energy, it is easy to give birth to demon spirits.

After running for more than half an hour, more than 30 demon spirits were killed, and only five low-grade soul stones burst out.

Yang Qingxuan stopped, and pondered: "These demons are all low-level existences, with a low explosion rate and low explosive items. Killing them will only waste time. Since this is a fourth-level area, there should be higher-level demons. , where is it?"

Fatty Pan said: "We came in a day later than Huaqing and the others. The first batch of warriors who came in have all disappeared. There should be more advanced places."

Yang Qingxuan stood with his sword in his hands, making a tactic with his hands, and moved his golden eyes to the extreme, looking in all directions.

The passages from far to near are constantly presented before the eyes.

Suddenly, with a flash of golden light in his eyes, he withdrew his supernatural powers and said, "Come with me!"

Take Fatty Pan first, and run in one direction.

After turning a few passages, the demonic energy was obviously much stronger, and a figure appeared in front of him, moving forward.

Fatty Pan exclaimed in surprise, "Zhong Jie!"

Yang Qingxuan let out a "hmm", then slowed down and followed behind Zhong Jie.

From time to time, in the dark demonic energy, there would be demon spirits rushing out, turning into images of claws and claws, and pounced on Zhong Jie, but he did not see any movement. The demon spirit directly penetrated his body, entered Zhong Jie's body, and directly disappeared.

On Zhong Jie's shoulder, the Soul-devouring Golden Demon kept flashing fluorescent lights, and the silver fragments inside turned into gold bit by bit.

Fatty Pan asked in surprise, "Is he devouring demons?"

Yang Qingxuan looked solemn, and said: "It doesn't look like devouring, it should be fusion. Even if this person is not a demon, he still has the blood of the demon, and all the demons that pounced on him were absorbed by him. And the reaction of the soul-devouring golden demon, It proves that those demon spirits are all dead."

Fatty Pan opened his eyes wide and said, "It's too easy to earn points, isn't it?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "People have their own supernatural powers, and we should not envy them. If we follow him, we should be able to go to higher-level areas."

"Hey." Zhong Jie in front suddenly stopped.

Both Yang Qingxuan and Fatty Pan stopped vigilantly, not daring to get too close.

Zhong Jie turned his head, showing a grim smile, and said: "Follow me, you can indeed enter the inner domain of this temple. There are many demon spirits that exist in the emperor's heaven, and you can get one point for each soul stone that explodes." .There are even demon spirits in the Dao Realm, who can score five points, or even ten points."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Then thank you for leading the way."

Zhong Jie smiled and said, "It's okay, in this competition, you and I are not opponents. Because it's too easy for you and me to win."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Hearing what you said, it seems that you have another purpose in coming to this temple?"

Zhong Jie's face changed slightly, his eyes shot a cold light, he stared at Yang Qingxuan, but after a moment, his eyes softened, and he said: "You are really smart, no wonder you have such talent and cultivation, but this has nothing to do with you."

As he spoke, he quickened his pace.

Yang Qingxuan and the two also followed more closely.

The demon spirits around were almost cleared when Zhong Jie walked by, but now the speed has increased, and there are still some leftovers, all of which were picked up by Yang Qingxuan and got a fraction of a point.

But after a while, the three of them walked into a large yard with a size of about one hundred mu. The layout inside was well-organized, and the rocks, flower beds, pools, tables and chairs, etc. were all weathered.

In front of the courtyard, there is another continuous building, like a magic mountain standing on the ground, exuding a strong magic energy.

Zhong Jie showed great joy on his face, and shouted: "Inner courtyard!"

He continued to rush over, and disappeared within it in a flash.

Yang Qingxuan and Fatty Pan also hurriedly followed. There were many halls inside, majestic and majestic, giving people a kind of solemn, yet menacing coercion.

Zhong Jie disappeared after a few flashes.

Fatty Pan shouted: "This kid seems to be leaving us behind on purpose, chase after us!"

Yang Qingxuan stopped him and said: "Don't chase. It's not appropriate to confront him head-on now. He has his purpose, and we have ours. Once we chase him closely, we will inevitably do it. If you don't pass the test, we will really see you." It’s a ghost. Let’s kill the monsters first.”

Fatty Pan thought about it for a while.

Yang Qingxuan cast his golden eyes and ran to the place where the devil energy was the strongest.

At the same time, pay attention to the footprints on the ground. At least twenty or thirty pairs of footprints have come here, which proves that there are not many people who came in the day before.

The two rushed to a large hall. Yang Qingxuan glanced at the ground and said, "No one has been here before, go in."

As soon as he entered the hall, there was a gust of dark wind, wrapped in a mournful devil's voice.

In the sky above the main hall, there were more than a dozen shadows of demon spirits hanging upside down like bats, staring at them coldly.

"Oh my god!" Fatty Pan trembled with fright, his legs felt weak and he wanted to run away.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Stay behind me!"

Raise your hand and shoot Liuyang Palm to the sky above the hall!

"Siyang Fuyan!"

Powerful flames emerged from Yang Qingxuan's body, instantly illuminating the hall brightly.

Those demon spirits had lived in a dark and cold environment for a long time, and when they were suddenly pierced by the light and scorched by a heat wave, they all screamed in terror, and flew away in an instant in fright, fleeing to the dark corner of the hall.

"Boom!"

Four flaming suns swirled up and slammed into the sky above the hall, killing two demon spirits on the spot.

Under the gathering of the terrifying Zhiyang True Qi, it erupted violently again, and the fire wave swept across the entire hall.

"Quack! Quack!"

The strange screams of monsters, like frogs, sounded one after another.

The panic of those demon spirits was just a short-lived discomfort, but within a moment, the ferocity of "evil" and "resentment" broke out, suppressed the fear, and rushed from all directions, roaring "croaking" incessantly.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes glowed with gold, and he saw the situation of these demon spirits clearly, "Thirteen of them, the strongest one is the early stage of the emperor's position."

Then he pinched the sword formula with his hand, and the Nanming Lihuo sword manifested, with a glowing red light and tumbling flames.