The Imperial City of Xia Capital.
The large-scale movement of the demonic monks attracted the attention of the monks in and around the capital. Some of the more daring ones quietly came to the sky above the imperial city to find out what was going on.
"Could it be that the capital city of Daxia was breached by the Demon Gate, so the Empress of Daxia is doomed?"
"Why do the people from the Demon Sect intercept and kill the Empress of Great Xia?"
The monks who dared to interfere were obviously of high cultivation, with a foundation-building realm.
It was definitely breaking news that the king of a country was under siege. All the monks were waiting for the Immortal Sect to take action to turn the tide.
At the entrance to the imperial city, there was an image of ruins.
The buildings on both sides of the street were shattered, and the city gates were in tatters. There were only a few large cracks on the ground, which were quite eye-catching, and many bodies had fallen.
Two streams of light kept colliding in the sky.
It was Yu Qinghan and Yang Yuan who were fighting.
Even though Yang Yuan's cultivation was at the peak of the Golden Core, he still felt a little overwhelmed when facing the unstoppable Yu Qinghan.
The blood-condensed wings behind him were in tatters, and the bloody robe was no longer as bright as when it first arrived.
His face was full of solemnity.
The opponent's strength is obviously only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but he can emit a terrifying strange force from his whole body. When he moves, he affects the spiritual energy of the world and creates a terrifying wave of energy.
There was no time to think, and another vertical halberd Qi was shot out in front of him, and the halberd Qi transformed into majestic mana gathered into a long flowing river.
Seeing this, Yang Yuan quickly resisted.
A large amount of blood flowed from behind, gathering into a circular barrier, trying to forcefully avoid the erosion of the long river of halberd energy.
His Blood God Sect uses blood to practice, and most of his moves are related to blood, including his natal magic weapon, which is also an evil thing made from the yin blood of hundreds of demons.
As long as it penetrates into the monk's body, it can control the opponent's blood flow, explode, corrode and even control the opponent's body.
But facing Yu Qinghan's overwhelming power, his magical powers were of no use.
Because he can't get close to the other party at all!
I can barely cope with long-range combat, but as long as it's close combat, the opponent's strength is too terrifying. The powerful mana doesn't look like a middle-stage golden elixir at all, but is comparable to the strength of Nascent Soul's mana. Any halberd can shock the enemy. His palms hurt.
Yu Qinghan exerted all his strength with a halberd, leaped into the air, his clothes fluttered, and his black hair blew in the wind, and he struck in front of Yang Yuan.
"Boom!"
A terrifying wave of air erupted in the air.
With a "crash" sound, the blood shield shattered.
Yang Yuan's body flew backwards, covering his chest, coughing continuously, and reluctantly stood up, his eyes full of shock.
His hands couldn't stop shaking.
The tiger's mouth had cracked open, and a lot of blood flowed out.
"Damn it! This woman's fighting power is quite amazing. I, Yang Yuan, have never been so angry."
Yang Yuan thought with a gloomy face.
As one of the Seven Disciples of the Demon Sect, he was so famous that many talented people could only avoid him when they saw him, but now he couldn't even beat a woman.
"His Majesty."
Lv Zhu looked at Yu Qinghan's invincible figure, her eyes did not show joy, but were full of worry.
She understood that the other party was just testing His Majesty's strength, and the unfathomable old man had not made a move yet.
Yu Qinghan lifted the heavy blue halberd and struck it on the ground, making a crisp sound.
The clothes on her body were a little torn, but her pair of phoenix eyes were still sharp and full of fighting spirit. She took out a lot of healing elixirs from the storage necklace, drank them, and took a deep breath.
Even if she couldn't hold on, she had to keep fighting, and she had to make the other party pay a heavy price.
"You rat from the Demon Sect, why don't you die?"
Yu Qinghan's sarcastic words aroused the anger of the black-robed demon cultivators around him.
They swarmed up and each cast their natal magical powers.
"Uh-huh!"
But every time Yu Qinghan swung his halberd, he could make a black-robed demon cultivator take a few steps back, not daring to step within seven steps.
Blood God Sect Yang Yuan also frowned. After adjusting his breath, he floated in the air with a look of impatience on his face.
This Empress of Great Xia was more difficult to deal with than expected. There were so many of them, using magic formations to suppress the destiny of the country, and even under siege, they were unable to capture her.
Yang Yuan's mind moved slightly and he nodded slightly towards the old man at the top of the city.
At this moment, a chill of crisis came over Yu Qinghan, who was responding to the enemy.
Look up.
Actually, a silver magic ring struck straight at it. It was only the size of a bracelet, but in Yu Qinghan's eyes it became bigger and bigger, as if it had turned into a magic mountain, falling and smashing down!
Yu Qinghan secretly thought that something was wrong, so he raised his halberd to block it, swung it with all his strength, and blasted out a stream of blue halberd energy, which hit the magic ring, but the opponent was unscathed.
He himself was forced back ten feet by the force of the counterattack.
"Little girl, your cultivation level is not high, but your strength is so amazing. You must have many secrets in your body. Even if the immortal sect comes in person today, you will die."
The old man in black robes on the tower spoke calmly, his words full of confidence in his strength.
Because every worshiper of the Heavenly Demon Palace is an existence that cannot be provoked in the Demon Sect.
Hundreds of years ago, they all made great contributions to the Heavenly Demon Palace, or were powerful demon cultivators recruited by the Heavenly Demon Palace.
A worshiper at the Nascent Soul realm can wipe out many second-rate sects.
Obviously, the Demon Sect was well prepared this time. Not only did they launch a siege on Dayan's Nanyu Mansion, but even the capital of Xia Capital could not escape the calculations of the Demon Palace.
When the righteous monks located outside the imperial city saw the unfathomable black-robed old man taking action, a cloud of worry emerged in their hearts.
"The person who took action is probably a Nascent Soul Realm worshipper!"
"Every powerful Nascent Soul can easily destroy a city and suppress an army of tens of thousands in his eyes. The Demon Sect is well prepared!"
"Even though the Empress of Great Xia is strong, she may have no choice but to give in when facing such an opponent."
Seeing the mighty Nascent Soul taking action, those bodies couldn't help but feel fear and subconsciously moved away.
The magical power that a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm can cast at will can shake the whole world and affect a hundred miles in radius. Of course, they are worried about affecting Chiyu.
Facing such a powerful enemy, Yu Qinghan did not choose to give up. She stuck her halberd on the ground, and the bluestone splashed with stones.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, using her magic power, as if she was summoning something.
Soon, the crystal magic power turned into a bright red, as if it was covered with a layer of flame.
"Hey!"
A shadow of a nine-tailed red phoenix slowly rose behind her.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together and turned into a source of energy, swallowing up sparks.
In a short time, this place turned into a sea of fire.
The nine-tailed red phoenix faced the falling mountain of the magic ring and soared up, withstanding the terrifying power of the devil.
This is the magical power she learned at Taique Holy Mansion in Lingshan, the Great Divine Transformation Technique.
This magical power can revive the monk's hidden soul, mobilize the power of the soul in advance, and continue to breed and become more powerful.
The only requirement is to have fairy roots.
That's why she said it at first, but it was a pity that she couldn't teach her husband.
This magical power was created by a powerful fairy in the Middle Ages who eradicated terror. When that powerful man was in the Nascent Soul Realm, he accidentally discovered this magical power, awakened the soul in advance, and killed two monks who transformed themselves into gods. .
After becoming an immortal, he relied on this magical power to become even more out of control.
Just after surviving the terrible immortal tribulation and condensing his immortal body, he suppressed the two demon ancestors of the heavenly demon world with his supreme soul that had been nurtured for thousands of years.
The Red Phoenix Yuanshen gathered by Yu Qinghan is still very weak, but it can withstand the suppression of the Demon Ring Mountain.
"Hmph! I wonder why. It turns out to be a unique fairy root. It is said that in the ancient times, there was only one in every era, but I didn't expect it to be in your body."
When Yuan Shen was born, the old man in black robe saw the true nature of Yu Qinghan and immediately sneered:
"This unparalleled immortal spirit root is simply a waste of resources on a little girl, Pianzi. After practicing for so many years, it can reach the realm of golden elixir. If it were given to me, I would have turned into a god to overcome the tribulation."
"You won't last long. This secret technique looks magical, but in fact it consumes a lot of energy. The power of the soul is not something that your little golden elixir can bear."
He didn't know that Yu Qinghan's fairy root had been sealed by the headmaster of the Wuji Immortal Sect since he was born, and his cultivation talent was less than 10% of that of a complete fairy root.
It has only been a year and a half since she unlocked the seal of the fairy root, but she has already crossed two major realms. This speed should not be too fast.
Yu Qinghan had no intention of explaining to him.
She also knew that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long, as the Great Transformation Art mainly consumed the monk's mental power.
Excessive overdraft of mental energy can cause irreversible damage.
So I could only hold on for a quarter of an hour.
Seeing that Yu Qinghan was in danger, Luzhu could only watch from a distance and became anxious. There was no way she could do it. Her cultivation was only comparable to Qi training, and she was no match for these demonic cultivators.
When Yang Yuan heard the words of the old man in black robe, his face showed an expression of ecstasy, and he laughed and said: "Fairy Spirit Root! I didn't expect that there is an unexpected surprise this time. With it, even a pig can practice to become a god. With it, let alone becoming a god, how can I not achieve the Mahayana!"
"Wow!"
The blue halberd on the ground trembled violently, and fierce halberd aura emitted, hitting Yang Yuan, causing him to retreat repeatedly.
The halberd flew up and shot in his direction.
"Even at this time, you don't forget to take action?" Yang Yuan's eyes showed resentful killing intent.
"Your expression disgusts me!"
Yu Qinghan said coldly.
She couldn't stand Yang Yuan's behavior and directly struck him with a halberd, but her situation became worse.
Yu Qinghan felt that all his strength was exhausted. Even moving a finger would take a lot of concentration.
This is the disadvantage of using the power of the soul.
She glanced around, and saw that Xiuge's powerful demon cultivators on standby were surrounding her, staring at her with eager eyes, just waiting for the moment when she was exhausted.
"Your Majesty, I can't hold it any longer."
Many commanders of the Great Xia Forbidden Army watched Yu Qinghan's face turn pale and realized the seriousness of the problem.
A large number of forbidden troops were mobilized to march towards the imperial city, and the monks trained by the Tsing Yi Guards also took action.
But in the face of many demonic cultivators in the Golden Core Realm, this kind of resistance is simply in vain.
"With your cultivation, it's a miracle that you can survive until now."
The old man in black robe controlled the magic ring, his tone gradually became impatient, and he immediately increased the delivery of mana.
In an instant.
"Bang!"
Yu Qinghan's halberd immediately flew backwards, unable to withstand the power of the Yuanying monk anymore, and broke into six pieces.
The sharp broken halberd tip flew past her white cheek, cutting the delicate skin and leaving a bright red blood mark.
Yu Qinghan had amazing willpower and did not despair, but continued to resist the ring magic weapon above.
There is still breath left, how can you give up?
"She is really tenacious. She is worthy of being a woman who can sit on the throne."
As soon as the black-robed old man finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something. He looked towards the sky outside the imperial city and narrowed his eyes:
"Such a strong sword spirit."
Seeing that Yu Qinghan was at the end of her crossbow, the surrounding demon cultivators took action one after another, hitting her in the back.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the sky suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a dark green flying sword shot out.
Circling around Yu Qinghan.
The demon cultivators around him were all stunned, thinking that Yu Qinghan had two magic weapons to protect his body.
The dark green flying sword disappeared without a trace and instantly penetrated the chest of a demon cultivator. The other party let out a scream, which was extremely harsh.
The flying sword continued to revolve around Yu Qinghan again, without even a drop of blood being stained.
While the demon cultivators were still in a daze and shock, Yu Qinghan stood among the ruins, standing coldly and proudly, exuding a heroic spirit all over his body.
She looked up and felt a familiar breath in her body. Her tense nerves finally relaxed and she revealed a beautiful smile:
"He's actually here!"
In the endless sky, a vast cloud shimmered with indescribable brilliance, like a long rolling river, defeating the thick magic fog.
The monks on the ground didn't know what it was at first, and they were all very confused.
But as the cloud flow gradually approached, their pupils shrank, they all realized something, and shouted:
"It's sword energy, sword energy filling the sky!"
The next moment, only a cold voice was heard, sounding from the sword air flow cloud:
"You even dare to touch my wife, are you looking for death?"
"Wow!"
The space here trembled slightly, and a figure in white clothes appeared in front of Yu Qinghan. He slashed with his sword, and the sword air flow cloud fell down together.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
The collision between the sword energy and the magic ring actually formed a spiritual energy cyclone, with terrifying aftermath splashing out.
All the demon cultivators within a hundred meters radius were blown away!
Including the pampered Yang Yuan is no exception.
The dark green flying sword surrounding Yu Qinghan's body spun rapidly, then flew back and landed in the hands of the man in white.
I saw three flying swords following the man's hand, using the momentum to swing, and the surging sword energy shot away, converging into a giant sword reaching the sky.
It directly knocked the magic ring mountain away.
"Husband, you are here, but starting from today, our identities will be announced to the world."
Yu Qinghan's voice rang in Zhao Huai's ears, and a pair of bright hands hugged Zhao Huai from behind, and the whole person pressed close to him.
To outsiders, this was a hug between husband and wife, but in reality, Yu Qinghan had exhausted all his strength, and was so exhausted that he could only rely on Zhao Huai's body to remain standing.
"If you announce it, announce it. Who taught you that she is my wife?"
Zhao Huai's star-like eyes were extremely sharp. He looked around and gave a reliable answer.
"Don't worry, I will help you avenge today!"
