The Demon Royal Family.

A kind of the most terrifying race recorded in the Dongtian Sword Sect’s classics.

It is said that during the period when the Dongtian Sword Sect was just established, the glorious cultivation world reached its limit. Not only were there powerful people in the world who had constructed a complete divine kingdom, but there were also the supreme divine emperors who were above the divine king realm.

The cultivation world at that time was the most brilliant period.

However, later, a new emperor was born in the Demon Royal Family. A girl pulled up the supreme demon sword representing the supreme authority of the Demon Royal Family and descended to the world, and everything was destroyed.

All the invincible strong men in the legend, demigod, mythological realm, divine king realm, and even the divine emperor realm disappeared.

The most brilliant and brilliant era of cultivation has come to an end since then.

It can be said that the emergence of the Demon Royal Family ended an era.

The power of this race is no strong man to compare with.

As long as there is still darkness, anger, hatred, killing, fear, greed, death and other negative emotions in the hearts of billions of creatures in the world, the demon royal family can live forever.

The Demon Royal Family!

It represents the most powerful demon emperor in the world's cultivation system.

God of the Underworld!

It represents the most powerful gods in this world's cultivation system.

This is a battle between gods and demons!

This is a collision between gods and demons!

"Boom!"

The huge palm of the Baizhang Demon Shadow fell fiercely on the projection formed by the Kingdom of Death above the head of the God of the Underworld.

However, when the huge palm of this devil came into being collided with the projection of the Death Kingdom, the Death Kingdom not only failed to have any impact on him. On the contrary, the endless power of resentment, pain, hatred, death and fear brought the power of the Baizhang Demon Shadow to surge again.

The weather changes!

Heaven and earth collapse!

The phantom of the demon, which was originally a hundred feet tall, suddenly surged by two hundred feet, reaching a terrifying level of three hundred feet and thousands of meters.

"What a creature this is..."

Looking at the terrifying shadow in front of me, even though the God of the Underworld had seen countless storms and waves, he couldn't help but feel his mind shook.

If it were the previous hundred-foot demon shadow, with the power of the projection of the God of the Underworld, it might be able to compete with one or two. However, the demon shadow that swallowed the dead country and soared to three hundred feet was more powerful than before. With one palm falling, the entire space was exploding violently, and a large number of space ripples scattered in all directions, among which in the area with the greatest pressure, there were even space cracks!

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

The projection of the God of the Underworld, which is in the center of the attack, has no suspense and is smashed into pieces on the spot and explodes into a thick black mist.

After one blow, the phantom of the demons inspired by the secret spiritual technique gradually dissipated, turning into a black flame, scattering in the void. The extremely powerful and terrifying pressure also quickly dissipated.

"It's now!"

Seeing that the projection of the God of the Underworld was shattered, Wang Ting's figure did not stop at all, and instantly appeared in the area where the projection of the God of the Underworld was scattered. Taking advantage of the divine thoughts of the God of the Underworld projection that did not gather again, the forbidden god bead in his hand activated with all his strength, forming a vortex that could be visible to the naked eye, and frantically devoured the remaining thoughts of the God of the Underworld.

"roar!"

The dispersed divine thought of the God of the Underworld let out a burst of painful roar, constantly gathering in the center, trying to escape from the blockade of the Forbidden God Pearl and condense it again. However, according to this trend, even if he can reconcile the projection, his own power will be reduced by half.

Half of his power was lost, and the ability of the God of the Underworld to control fear and death was completely restrained by the demon royal family, there was no suspense in the next battle.

And the projection of the God of Nether seemed to understand this.

What made him even more afraid of was that the attack of the devil's phantom just now shattered the void. He could not guarantee whether his breath had been leaked and was noticed by the Sword Monarch.

"Mortals, I underestimate you. I remember you. Next time, I will be prepared and completely bring you into my country, so that you can understand the consequences of offending me!"

Seeing that most of his divine thoughts were swallowed by the Forbidden God Pearl, this divine thought of the God of the Underworld let out an angry roar.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already triggered the curse of the God of the Underworld in the royal court. The curse power that was more weak than Mu Qingshuang quickly formed a vortex in his spiritual world, and faintly established a space channel for him to retreat. The remaining divine thoughts also rushed into the spiritual world of the royal court, trying to escape through this space channel.

"If you want to leave, wouldn't everything we do be in vain?"

Wang Ting snorted coldly, and in his spiritual world, a dazzling silver light shone out. Under the illumination of the silver light, the black vortex was quickly dispersed, and the space channel slowly collapsed between the dispersion of the black vortex.

"Hunting mortal, you have angered me!"

Feeling the silver light shining on his remaining divine thoughts, the divine thoughts of the Nether God roared again.

However, at this moment, Wang Ting's heart suddenly moved. The next moment, the magic technique of the Demon Tempering Divine was already being used by him with all his strength.

The God of the Underworld is just a divine thought, and now there is still anger in his heart, isn’t it…

Almost the moment he used the magic technique of quenching the demon, a vortex suddenly appeared in his spiritual world. As soon as this vortex appeared, it quickly pulled the disintegrating divine thought of the God of the Underworld, and it began to swallow him quickly.

"not good!"

The divine mind of the Nether God struggled and had just escaped from the vortex. The silver light shining in the spiritual world had already shone on his divine mind, forcing him back again.

If the divine consciousness of the Nether God is in its heyday, the vortex formed by the devil's divine quenching technique will naturally not be able to limit him. The silver light can only reduce his power. However, now, his divine consciousness has been dispersed, 30% have been included in the Forbidden God Pearl by the Royal Court, and 20% have not been condensed. Now, only 40% of them are in the spiritual world of the Royal Court. How can he withstand the refining of a powerful person in the Supreme Realm?

In particular, the laws he held were completely restrained by the Demon Tempering Divine Art. Once the power of the law was stimulated, it might make the Demon Tempering Divine Art refinement even happier.

Once the thought reached this point, the remaining divine thought of the God of the Underworld no longer struggled.

"Mortal, tell me, what kind of creature was the phantom just now?"

"You want to know? I will naturally tell you when you come to capture my soul in your Kingdom of Death next time."

"A ridiculous mortal! Losing a divine thought is nothing to me. With one breath, I can generate thousands of divine thoughts."

"Yeah?"

"Very good, mortal, I have recorded you. The divine thoughts are destroyed in the hands of a mortal who is less than the ninth level. This is the first time for me. I hope you can still laugh when you meet again next time."

"You can see it if you smile or not, then you will naturally see it."

"A ridiculous mortal, you have no idea how much trouble you have caused. You will pay for your ignorance."

As soon as the divine thought of the Nether God finished speaking, the divine thought immediately disintegrated.

Obviously, he himself interrupted his control over this divine thought.

"call!"

Seeing that the God of Nether actually took the initiative to disconnect from the control of this divine thought, Wang Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

If the divine consciousness of the Blue God back then was not suppressed by the sword energy left by the Sword Lord, Wang Ting would not be able to absorb it, let alone the current God of Underworld? Although the Demon Tempering Divine Art seems to limit the divine consciousness of the Dark God, in fact, only Wang Ting himself knows the sufferings.

His spiritual cultivation at the supreme realm and refining the soul of the ninth level of the Underworld God is naturally no problem, but he has an absolute advantage in quantity, and it also depends on quality.

It’s like a person, three bowls of rice, he can eat naturally, but let him eat three bowls of iron?

The final outcome is probably only one, which will break the stomach through the intestines and stomach!

"Although the power of the God of the Underworld is only at the ninth level, there are too many mysteries contained in it. Just the magical power he used to shrink into a small place before, if I can comprehend it, I can suddenly increase my strength to a higher level. If I can recast my void realm according to the needs of the Death Kingdom of the Underworld... I will definitely let the void realm be transformed again. At that time, I will be fully qualified to compete with the sword intention domain of the Great Perfection of Sword Intent."

Wang Ting muttered to himself.

It has to be said that the control of the practitioners above the sword art is really comparable to that of people. The injuries Wang Ting suffered now are enough for a Mahayana swordsman to die ten or eight times, but now he has suppressed himself. He has recovered for less than a few minutes and can walk normally.

At this speed, it would not be difficult to repair those broken internal organs.

After all, for the Supreme Realm powerhouse, the physical body is no longer the focus, and the sword intent and spirit are the top priority.

The battle ended, and at this time, Mu Qingshuang walked over from a distance.

The battle between the Wang Ting and the projection of the God of the Underworld caused too violent fluctuations. That kind of battle between levels was not something that ordinary sword-intention cultivator could intervene.

"You won."

Mu Qingshuang stared at Wang Ting and said.

"Win? What we defeated is just a divine thought that the God of the Underworld can separate. Even I can divide this divine thought into hundreds."

"At least, in this battle, we benefited, and we grasped ourselves."

"Um?"

"The curse on me disappeared."

Mu Qingshuang said.

In his tone, there was an indescribable relief and a trance that seemed to be a different world.
Chapter completed!