Supreme Demon God

Previously, according to Yan Wuji's intention, Mo Xiu was to be buried in the Butchering Peak Hunting Grounds.

But now Yan Wuji wanted to let Mo Xiu die without a place to bury his body, which showed that Yan Wuji's hatred towards Mo Xiu had deepened a lot.

Mo Xiu naturally wouldn't talk nonsense with Yan Wuji. He flew to land on the high platform before, and put Yan Ran down.

Yan Ran looked at Mo Xiu, and said, "Be careful."

"Okay."

Mo Xiu nodded, and once again flew to the sky and confronted Yan Wuji.

"Very well, it seems that you are not so arrogant and defiant."

Yan Wuji chuckled, "I heard that you are strong enough to scare the Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, so let me come and learn it today!"

As soon as this declaration fell, the Cloud Repelling Lion roared, and rushed towards Mo Xiu immediately.

After a certain distance, Yan Wuji cut out with a sword, "Mad Lion Sword Art, Gathering Howling Clouds!"

The golden sword light burst out, flying clouds surging around, the sword aura rushed like a mad lion, and a faint roar of a mad lion could be heard, which was intriguing.

Mo Xiu had never heard of this sword technique, but he could tell at a glance that it was an Earth-level sword technique.

The emperors of other countries or members of the royal family were already lucky to be able to practice Spiritual-level techniques, but Yan Wuji had an Earth-level technique as soon as he shot, which showed the extraordinary chance of encounters.

If it were to change to another Core Formation Realm cultivator, with a peak stage Spirit Vessel Realm expert as his opponent, not to mention fighting against the other party, the Core Formation Realm cultivator would not be able to even hide.

Unlike Mo Xiu, he could easily dodge, but he didn't need to dodge at all.

An Earth-level technique was no different from an Ordinary-level technique to him.

Within a split second, Mo Xiu's figure became blurred and rushed towards Yan Wuji quickly. With a light of the Abyss Demon Sword, a more terrifying aura burst out.

The roar of the wild lion that had been faintly heard before disappeared, and it seemed to have been shocked by the aura of the abyss sword.

A blood-colored blade light pierced into the golden sword light, like a blade slashing on the cloth, violently tearing it apart.

In an instant, the Abyss Demon Sword collided with the sword in Yan Wuji's hand, and immediately burst of a thunderous clanging sound, and the pieces of the sword in Yan Wuji's hand shattered.

An invisible force fell on Yan Wuji, and he was blasted off the back of the Cloud Repelling Lion. If the Cloud Repelling Lion hadn't rushed past and caught Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji would have already fallen to the ground.

Although he did not fall to the ground, Yan Wuji was badly hurt, blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth. While holding a broken sword with a hilt in his hand, he looked very embarrassed.

"You obviously didn't use any sword technique just now, why can you break my Mad Lion Sword Art?" Yan Wuji asked in disbelief.

"..."

Mo Xiu remained silent and did not answer.

In the face of absolute strength, any battle or martial technique was like a cloud of smoke.

Of course, his strength did not only come from himself, a large part of it came from the Abyss Demon Sword.

In the previous three days, Mo Xiu was like an incarnation of a God of Slaughterer, killed many people in Yan Capital, and used the Abyss Demon Sword to absorb the blood of those people, but the bodies of those people were burned by Mo Xiu, so that very few people in the Yan Capital knew that Mo Xiu did it.

After absorbing the blood of enough people, the Abyss Demon Sword became extremely powerful. Coupled with Mo Xiu's own powerful strength, he could naturally defeat Yan Mad Lion Sword Art without using any sword technique.

Yan Wuji couldn't get the answer from Mo Xiu's mouth, naturally, he was very puzzled, but it was obviously impossible for him to give up.

He threw the broken sword in his hand and shouted violently. The three special acupuncture points in his body made a roar, and his strength rushed out continuously and rapidly, and his combat power increased greatly in a short time.

Immediately, he patted the Cloud Repelling Lion.

The Cloud Repelling Lion let out a wrathful holler, soaring through the clouds, and rushing towards Mo Xiu on the opposite side.

Seeing that he was about to get close to Mo Xiu, Yan Wuji kicked his feet, flew up from the back of the lion, and banged towards Mo Xiu with a punch.

"Whish..."

The True Energy flowed, the air seemed to be broken open, and the wind roared and washed away the surrounding clouds.

This punch, like a Pegasus meteor, and like a meteorite falling from the sky, was full of exploding might.

Mo Xiu's face was calm as usual, he used his sword to meet Yan Wuji's attack again, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored Abyss Demon Sword faced Yan Wuji's punch.

Yan Wuji's fist collided with the bloody sword, with a deafening explosion, the True Energy raged, and the wind broke out between heaven and earth as the abnormal noise continued.

Most of the bloody sword was smashed to pieces, but the rest was smashed on Yan Wuji's body unabated.

"Puff…"

The blood rained and a huge scratch appeared on Yan Wuji's body in an instant. His entire body rolled up frantically, hitting the Cloud Repelling Lion, and knocking the Cloud Repelling Lion away for a long distance.

Seeing that it was about to slide down in midair again, the Cloud Repelling Lion dived, and once again carried Yan Wuji on his back, so that he would not fall.

If Yan Wuji was only slightly injured in the blow before, then with the blow a few seconds ago, it was no longer as simple as lightly injured but was seriously injured.

Blood was constantly pouring out of that huge scratch on his body. Although his eyes could see everything in front of him, everything seemed to sway, and the whole world turned around, almost making him faint on the spot.

He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it, running his True Energy to stop the bleeding, and the world in his eyes finally returned to normal, but his mind was still a little confused, not knowing why it suddenly became like this.

Obviously, he was fully prepared, why did he lose frequently after fighting Mo Xiu, and couldn't take advantage of it even once?

Why was Mo Xiu, a 9th level Core Formation Realm cultivator, had such an anomalous strength?

Why was it that he, a powerful cultivator in the Spirit Vessel Realm, could even burst out power equivalent to the Early-stage Profound Spirit Realm in a short period of time, but even in this case, he was still crushed by a weakling like Mo Xiu?

When did this world become so crazy?

Looking at Mo Xiu again, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

But since things had already come to this edge, he had no retreat. If Mo Xiu could not be eliminated, not only his situation could not be saved, but his life could also not be saved.

His gaze shifted slightly, fixed in a certain direction, and shouted, "Chen Xiaoyang, are you still not taking action? When do you want to reveal yourself?"

After a while of silence, a figure soared into the sky, it was Chen Xiaoyang, who had been hiding in the dark and had never taken action.

Mo Xiu's Great Sleeping Curse could make thousands of troops fall asleep, but since even Yan Wuji could get rid of the influence of the spell, Chen Xiaoyang was naturally fine.

Originally, he didn't intend to make a move, after all, Yan Wuji was the leader of this action.

After discovering that Yan Wuji was not Mo Xiu's opponent with all his strength, he was even more reluctant to fight Mo Xiu.

But Yan Wuji opened his mouth and called out his name. In this way, he could only bite the bullet and rush out to deal with Mo Xiu together with Yan Wuji.

He was very aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on the surface, but with a stern face, he glanced at Yan Wuji, and immediately looked at Mo Xiu.

"Mo Xiu, I haven't seen you for many days since leaving the palace. It seems that your strength has improved a lot."

Chen Xiaoyang said and then proposed, "There's a saying that 'people won't know each other without fighting'. So let's stop here in today's battle. We will go on our own in the future. The grievances between the two sides will be wiped out. What do you think?"

"Not so easy," Mo Xiu shook his head slightly.

Although he did not regard Yan Wuji and Chen Xiaoyang as enemies, Yan Wuji and Chen Xiaoyang definitely did not think so. How could such a big hatred be settled with just a few words? He knew that they wanted to buy time until other stronger experts from the Seraphic Sword Sect came here to deal with him.

Mo Xiu knew this kind of trick better than anyone else, so how could he reconcile with Chen Xiaoyang at this time?

Seeing Mo Xiu's very determined attitude, Chen Xiaoyang's expression became a little ugly, "So in this battle today, are you still going to fight us to death?"

"Death?" Mo Xiu mocked them, "You don't have the qualifications yet!"

"Arrogant!"

Chen Xiaoyang snorted coldly. Then without any delay, a sword appeared in his hand.

But that was not all, he took out a sword from his storage ring and threw it to Yan Wuji not far away. At the same time, he did not forget to say, "The sword in that guy's hand is very strange. Try not to make direct contact with it."

Yan Wuji took the sword in his hand, looked at the Abyss Demon Sword in Mo Xiu's hand, felt the violent momentum and terrifying killing intent on the Abyss Demon Sword, and suddenly realized.

Soon, with a brand new sword in Yan Wuji's hand, the Cloud Repelling Lion under his body, and Chen Xiaoyang flying beside him, they rushed towards Mo Xiu together.

No matter what, Mo Xiu was still a Core Formation Realm cultivator. No matter how powerful the Universe's Origin Heavenly Art he cultivated was, his strength was only as powerful as a Late-stage Spirit Vessel Realm cultivator. Relying on the terrifying pressure of the powerful Divine Consciousness, and coupled with the Divine Consciousness Technique Soul Devouring Knife, he could also slay the warriors in the Great Perfection-stage Spirit Vessel Realm.

However, when encountering Chen Xiaoyang, who had a cultivation base in the Profound Spirit Realm, and Yan Wuji, who was comparable to a warrior in the Profound Spirit Realm, he must rely more on the Abyss Demon Sword, which had absorbed a lot of the blood of the warrior, so as to maintain a crushing situation.

But now, Chen Xiaoyang explained his powerful source in one go. Neither of them would touch his Abyss Demon Sword head-on, and it was not so easy to rely on the Abyss Demon Sword to crush each other.

Fortunately, all his arrangements had now been completed, and Yan Wuji had already used most of the means, this was, to force out the people hiding in various places in the Butchering Peak Hunting Grounds. In this case, he could use his last trump card with splendid confidence.

Without waiting for Chen Xiaoyang and Yan Wuji to rush over, a frightening aura spread from Mo Xiu's body on the spur of the moment. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared, replaced by a body that was more than thirty feet tall and with a hideous face.

"This... what in the world is this?"

Yan Wuji and Chen Xiaoyang stopped their momentum abruptly, they were shocked by the huge golem that appeared out of blue.