The environment on the third floor and the first two floors of the Demon Tower has changed again. There are many cold white bones lying on the ground, which looks very messy. It seems like a huge mausoleum.
Qin Xuan glanced at the white bones around him, with a somewhat solemn look on his face.
The owner of these bones had been dead for who knows how many years, and his body had turned into nothingness. It seemed that he had gone through a great war, otherwise there would not have been so many bones piled up here.
"Where is this place?" Qin Xuan looked at Ning Jun and asked.
"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons." Ning Jun spat out a voice, which made Qin Xuan's eyes flicker. It was indeed a tomb.
"There are countless demon cultivators buried in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons. Some of them were killed by other cultivators, while some violated the rules of the Demon Holy Mountain and were given death by the Demon Lord." Ning Jun continued: "
As time passed, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons came into existence."
"Walking through here can also enhance the demonic power?" Qin Xuan asked tentatively.
"Of course." Ning Jun glanced at Qin Xuan with a smile and asked, "Didn't Qin Sheng realize that all the bones in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons are of the Holy Realm level?"
After Ning Jun's reminder, Qin Xuan's expression froze for a moment, and he carefully looked at the bones on the ground. Sure enough, he felt the fluctuations of the Holy Realm level.
The owners of these bones were powerful holy figures during their lifetimes.
Qin Xuan suddenly thought of something, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. From the first level to the third level, the power of their contact was gradually getting stronger, from the imperial realm to the holy realm.
It seems that this is deliberately arranged, and the difficulty continues to increase.
"There shouldn't be many cultivators who came here for trials in the past who could make it here." Qin Xuan asked.
Ning Jun is a disciple of Demon Lord Tianxing. It is naturally not difficult to get here, but there should not be many people who can compare with Ning Jun. Otherwise, the background of Demon Holy Mountain would be a bit scary.
"It's true that there aren't many, only a few Demon Lord disciples have come." Ning Jun nodded.
Then Qin Xuan and Ning Jun walked forward together. When they approached the bones, they immediately felt waves of demonic thoughts invading their minds, as if those strong men had come to life.
"I am the Demon Saint of Hell, surrender to me!"
A terrible voice resounded in Qin Xuan's mind. Qin Xuan glanced at a demonic figure, and saw that the demonic figure was bathed in endless flames, and its eyes were like the scorching sun, shooting out extremely dazzling brilliance, which made people uncomfortable.
Dare to look directly.
Qin Xuan felt a wave of emotion in his heart. It seemed that this was a demonic saint who practiced the Way of Fire.
"How dare a demon saint who has fallen for many years be so arrogant in front of me!" Qin Xuan shouted, and with a thought, an extremely terrifying phantom suddenly appeared in his mind.
This phantom seemed to be a real demon god, wearing a dark robe, with long black hair flying wildly in the wind, and a look of supreme majesty in his eyes, as if he was looking down at the world with unparalleled majesty.
I saw the phantom of the demon god stepping forward, and an extremely terrifying demonic intention roared out like a huge wave, turning into a huge demonic palm and clasping at the body of the Hell Demon Saint, trying to kill him with one palm.
Break it into pieces.
"Invulnerable!" A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the Hell Demon Saint's mouth. He was a fourth-level saint when he was alive, but the young man in front of him was only a second-level saint. How much strength can he withstand?
The Hell Demon Saint stretched out his palm and slapped it forward, and a flame spear shot out from the space. The spear was surrounded by blazing flames, like a divine fire, which seemed to be able to burn out all power in the world.
The huge demonic palm clasped on the flame spear, and with a loud click, the spear broke apart inch by inch. The power of the flames was instantly suppressed by the demonic power, as if the two were not on the same level at all.
"You..." Demon Saint Yanjing looked at the phantom of the demon transformed by Qin Xuan with a horrified expression, as if he saw an extremely incredible sight.
How could he be so strong?
"Since we have met, then give me your power." Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and after saying that, he stretched out his palm forward, and a demonic palm smashed out, directly penetrated the space, and grabbed Yan
The figure of the Hell Demon Saint.
At this moment, the Hell Demon Saint's face became increasingly pale, and he felt that the power in his body was absolutely suppressed, without any resistance, as if he was not facing a second-level saint at this time, but a real Demon God.
figure.
The Hell Demon Saint looked at Qin Xuan's figure with fear in his eyes, and finally realized that he was not able to compete with this junior figure in front of him.
Qin Xuan looked at the Hell Demon Saint with indifferent eyes, without saying any nonsense. He exerted slight force on his palms, and a terrifying force poured into the figure of the Hell Demon Saint, causing it to disappear directly in his mind.
At the same time, the demonic intention behind Qin Xuan strengthened a lot, directly reaching 810 feet, naturally because it absorbed the demonic intention of the Hell Demon Saint.
"Erasing a demonic saint's will directly increased the demonic will by sixty feet. This increase is really scary!" Qin Xuan was shocked, but he quickly figured out the reason.
The Hell Demon Saint was a fourth-level saint when he was alive. He was more powerful than all the demon cultivators in the first two levels. Once his demonic thoughts were wiped out, the increase in the demonic thoughts was naturally very terrifying.
After all, if his strength is not as good as the Hell Demon Saint, he will have to pay the price with his life.
Risks and rewards often go hand in hand.
Qin Xuan continued to walk forward. The demonic thoughts that entered his mind were of the same level as the Demon Saint of Hell. They were both fourth-level saints. They were easily suppressed by Qin Xuan. It didn't take long for the demonic thoughts on Qin Xuan's body to disappear.
It's over a thousand feet, and the power contained within it is terrifying.
Later, Qin Xuan discovered that this was a virtuous cycle. The more powerful a person is, the stronger the demonic will they get, and the stronger the strength they can release, so that they can suppress powerful demonic thoughts.
Even though his cultivation level is only that of a second-level saint, with the increase in demonic intention, he has the opportunity to wipe out the thoughts of a fifth-level or even sixth-level saint.
Of course, the premise is that his demonic intention is strong enough.
"I wonder if the evil spirit here can be taken out." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, then smiled and shook his head, how is this possible?
If he could be taken out, all the demon cultivators from Demon Holy Mountain would have come in to practice, so how could it be his turn to come here to practice.
While Qin Xuan was thinking, Ning Jun had already walked a very far distance, leaving Qin Xuan behind.
Ning Jun is already very familiar with everything about the Demon Tower. Even if he has never been in, he must have heard about it before. Therefore, he only has experience in his heart, and his speed is naturally very fast.
At this time, Qin Xuan also became serious, no longer thinking about other things, and the speed of his feet increased a lot, as if he wanted to catch up with Ning Jun.
As Qin Xuan moved forward, the demonic power behind him increased at an alarming speed!