I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"The Demon Ancestor! This is the phantom of the Demon Ancestor!"

Seeing this phantom, countless people exclaimed for a while.

You must know that even in the original Demon Sealing War, only the most powerful demons had enough strength to condense the phantom of the Demon Ancestor.

No one expected that Patriarch Yueming was so powerful that even the phantom of the Demon Patriarch could be condensed.

"Oh? This extremely ugly guy is the legendary Demon Ancestor?"

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

He has also read the ancient books about the demon race in the Library Pavilion. There is a portrait of the demon ancestor on it. Although it looks evil, it is also majestic.

But looking at it like this now, it is really ugly.

"You dare to disrespect the Demon Ancestor, you are courting death!"

Hearing Qin Feng's exclamation, Patriarch Yueming, who was already extremely furious, became even more angry at this moment, controlling the phantom of the demon ancestor, and punched Qin Feng fiercely.

This huge fist is like a hill, as if it came from hell, trying to destroy everything in the world.

Wherever it passes, even the void is trembling.

"But so."

Looking at the huge fist falling down like a hill in the sky, Qin Feng said indifferently.

At this moment, the Zhuxian Sword in his hand burst into a dazzling golden light.

The mysterious and complicated inscriptions are surrounded by a ring around the hilt, exuding a vast and ancient atmosphere.

"Desolate Meteor Severing God Slash!"

With a cold shout, Qin Feng slashed out with a sword.

The hundreds of feet long sword light immediately swept away towards the suppressing fist.

The dazzling sword light, accompanied by the sound of the sword resounding through the heaven and earth, everywhere it passes, all the devilish energy is instantly torn apart.

It seems that even the sky can be cut open.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the huge fist, and a terrifying energy fluctuation erupted.

This sword was not able to shatter the fist.

The sword light and the huge fist were deadlocked.

"Haha... Do you think that this phantom of the Demon Ancestor is just as simple as condensing the magic energy together?"

Patriarch Yue Ming laughed loudly, and said: "There is a trace of the demonic power of the demon ancestor in this phantom, although it is not as good as one billionth of the real demonic power of the demon ancestor.

But it is a kind of great blessing, you obediently endure death! "

It is not easy to condense the phantom of the demon ancestor. In addition to the need to practice special exercises, it also consumes his original power, and the black mist on his body has even dimmed a lot because of this.

"Really?"

Qin Feng sneered and said, "Since it can't be broken with one sword, then come again."

While speaking, the Zhuxian sword in his hand burst into golden light again.

In a short period of time, he performed the Desolate Meteor Severing God Slash eight times in a row, cutting out eight sword lights.

"Hiss... Is the aura in this Xiaoyao Sword Immortal's body inexhaustible? Such a terrifying sword light, he can cut it out continuously in a short period of time."

Seeing this scene, both the human race and the demon cultivators couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

They naturally didn't know that because of the Primordial Chaos Sword Body, Qin Feng's aura was as vast as an ocean, and the Longevity Sutra absorbed the aura very quickly, so it was actually no different from endless.

Such a powerful sword technique would take a long time for others to perform once, but for Qin Feng, it was very simple and relaxed.

"Shua... Shua... Shua..."

Seven or eight hundred-foot-long sword glows swept towards the huge black fist.

The sound of sword cries is deafening.

The terrifying sword energy made many demon cultivators in the black cloud tremble with fear.

"Boom..."

As several sword lights slashed down, the black fist of the Demon Ancestor Phantom was hard to resist, and exploded immediately.

Not only that, but the power of these golden sword lights did not decrease much, and they continued to slash towards the body of Patriarch Yueming.

"Oh no!"

The miserable cry suddenly resounded in the sky.

Those streaks of golden sword lights struck his body, and finally tore him to shreds.

His body, turned into wisps of devilish energy, dissipated between heaven and earth.

The whole world also fell into silence.

"This... Xiaoyao Sword Immortal beheaded Patriarch Yueming?"

In the imperial city, tens of millions of people watched this scene in the sky, and they all said with incomparable joy.

They are unbelievable.

Patriarch Yue Ming has come so fiercely these days, they can hardly believe that they were killed just like that.

The demon cultivators in the black cloud were all horrified and flustered for a while.

"Hehe...don't pretend, I know you're not dead yet."

Qin Feng had a calm expression, and said with a sneer.

As Qin Feng's voice fell, the monstrous black clouds in the sky lit up with blood-red patterns of light.

The black cloud formation began to operate.

The shattered body of Patriarch Yueming slowly refused.

In the end, it turned into the previous cloud of black mist again.

As long as he is in this black cloud formation, no matter how he is beheaded, he can consume part of the original power to resurrect until all the original power is exhausted.

This is why, he has to stay in this black cloud formation.

"You bastard, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Patriarch Yue Ming's eyes were full of anger, staring at Qin Feng firmly, and said: "It seems that your physique is really strong enough.

Just right, my current new body has been shattered, so let your body be my new body! "

He is very envious of Qin Feng's body now.

Because before this, he had never seen anyone who was able to leapfrog and kill a fifth-level Void Refining Realm expert with a mere third-level cultivation of the Void-Refining Realm.

"Want my body? Then you're probably thinking too much."

Qin Feng sneered and said: "Even if this black cloud formation can bring you back to life, so what?

Once you resurrect, I will kill once!

There is always a time when you run out of resources. "

As he said that, the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand once again erupted with astonishing fluctuations in sword energy.

Ready to strike again.

Kill the ancestor Yueming who has just been resurrected.

"Haha...the ignorant are really fearless!"

Patriarch Yueming laughed arrogantly when he heard the words, and said: "This formation is not just as simple as being able to revive me, it is far more powerful than you imagined."

While he was speaking, his body actually began to split, turning into three identical black mist, and continued to split until finally it turned into nine black mist.

Not only that, but the black clouds in the sky surged wildly.

Countless blood-red rays of light lit up at this moment.

At the same time, there were streaks of blood-colored rays of light floating out of the black clouds and entering the nine clusters of black mist.

Soon, the nine groups of black mist were all wrapped in red light, and along with the black cloud, bloody light continued to float out.

In the end, the nine clouds of black mist turned into nine blood moons, hanging in the sky.

The scene was terrifying and eerie.