As for these frozen figures in the Tiangang Realm, their faces were filled with endless miserable expressions.

In the following months, they may have to withstand the wind and rain like a sculpture...

Moreover...every warrior passing by here will probably look at them like a monkey. Although he dared not show anything on his face, he would definitely make a joke in his heart. The dominant figure of the major forces in Qinglinjing was sealed into an ice sculpture in the Yunhai Mountains...

Today is the most humiliating day in their lives...

...

After leaving the sword, Mo Lingxuan quickly traveled thousands of miles away, and was not very far from the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

When he arrived at a valley, his figure fell down and sat upright by the stream. The Bingji Sword was also suspended in front of him, turning into an ice and snow barrier in this space in case others would break in.

Gently stroking the ice blue sword in front of him, like the sword of the God King cast by Jiyu, Mo Lingxuan could clearly feel the wailing and anxiousness of the Ice Jijian.

The reason why it moaned was because Mo Lingxuan fell nine thousand years ago, and Yan Yuruo was also missing. And the urgent thing was because it sensed that Yan Yuruo's reincarnation was in this Qinglin realm!

A heavenly-level artifact can give birth to a trace of spiritual intelligence, let alone a god king soldier like Bingji Sword? Compared with ordinary humans, it is not even inferior to the disadvantage.

"Ice Ji Jian also suffered some damage in the battle..."

With a low murmur, Mo Lingxuan saw some cracks in Bingji's sword body, and immediately stopped hesitating. He closed his eyes slightly, and his huge spiritual consciousness immediately began to communicate with the sword spirit.

"The Emperor..."

The respectful voice of the sword spirit came into Mo Lingxuan's mind, and then a woman's phantom gradually took shape and bowed, exactly the same as Yan Yuruo.

The sword follows the idea, and the sword spirit transforms into shape naturally looks like Yan Yuruo.

"No need to be polite, the Eternal Demon Emperor is already past."

Mo Lingxuan responded lightly: "Next, I will enter your spiritual consciousness to view the memory."

"Please give me some advice."

The sword spirit reached its head slightly, then let go of consciousness defense, allowing Mo Lingxuan's spiritual consciousness to enter.

"boom…"

Immediately, the first picture was presented to Mo Lingxuan's mind.

Outside the infinite and vast nine heavenly galaxies, a peerless and arrogant young emperor is the world. He raises his hand to break the stars and breaks the sky with one finger.

And beside him, there are eight perfect women who are so beautiful, each of whom is so beautiful that it can make countless goddesses in the heavens and the worlds jealous of them.

Countless peerless gods admire them, but they dare not show any disrespect, not only because they are both goddess kings, but also because they are the demon servants of the eternal demon emperor who made all the heavens tremble!

In the galaxy space opposite them, there are endless strong men, and each one is a god and a true immortal at the lowest point!

Among them, not only the immortal clan, but also the demon clan, the underworld clan, and the human clan.

Although there are many gods and true immortals behind the young emperor, they still seem a bit insignificant compared to the army of the Three Realms.

Finally, the war began.

The young emperor was dressed in black, looked down on the beauty and fought against the emperors of the three clans alone, and was not inferior to the disadvantage!

Every simple and unpretentious blow can make the gods and even the gods and kings tremble!

The eight demon servants fight together, like a sharp sword, wherever they pass, no one can stop them!

After a long battle, he was still the most beloved peerless woman of the Young Emperor, who gave the deadliest sword without any defense...

And her name is: Zixi!

The Demon Emperor of Eternal Death Falls, but the Emperors of the Three Clans also die together.

This battle left no more emperors in the heavens and all worlds.

The Eight Demons escaped, but were chased endlessly by the gods of the three clans...

The first picture had dissipated here. Mo Lingxuan took a deep breath and tried to calm the hatred in his heart.

He knew that this was the scene of the extraordinary imperial battle nine thousand years ago.

Soon, the second picture appeared in the sword spirit's sea of ​​consciousness.

A peerless woman in white dress held an ice blue jade sword in her hand and pointed directly at the four middle-aged god kings in the distant void, and a shocking battle broke out.

After killing the two god queens, the woman in white was unable to support her and fell into a state of death.

The two god kings suggested that they could serve them and spare her life.

However, the woman in white decisively launched the art of reincarnation that would be a life-threatening person, and she died and escaped into the cycle of reincarnation...

"Wu Shen King, Ming Shadow God King, when I come to Hongmeng again, I, Mo Lingxuan, must you live or die!"

All the pictures completely disappeared at this time, and Mo Lingxuan's cold voice immediately sounded in his heart, containing endless murderous intent.

How could he not know who wanted to covet Yan Yuruo after his fall? They were the two god kings of the Demon Clan and the Underworld Clan!

Then, the picture changed and it was a scene where a beautiful woman in yellow dress died and disappeared.

"Ran Xuan..."

Mo Lingxuan's heart trembled suddenly. Even though he knew that the Gengjin Demon Assassin in his previous life might have fallen, he still felt a pain in his heart when he saw this exact result.

Then, An Miaotong, the Wood Spirit Demon Attendant in his previous life, was besieged and fell by many gods...

Pictures flashed by, letting Mo Lingxuan know that the Eight Demons in his previous life had two of them fallen!

The cold murderous intent filled the entire valley.

After a while, his emotions calmed down and asked Jian Ling again: "Is there the whereabouts of my other demon servants? Is it life or death?"

The only memory fragments of the sword spirit are missing after being injured, so he wants to ask himself again.

"Back to the Emperor, the memories in the picture are all the memories I can remember."

The sword spirit replied softly, its body was traumatized, and it was indeed only thought of so many things.

"Forget it."

Mo Lingxuan nodded slightly, and his spiritual consciousness immediately retreated from the Bingji Sword.

It seems that the Eight Demon Assessors whom he knew in his previous life had already passed away, namely the Gengjin Demon Assor Ran Xuan and the Wood Spirit Demon Assor An Miaotong.

However, if you want to know the whereabouts of the other Eight Demons, it seems that you still need to find an opportunity to repair the trauma of the Bingji Sword first.

After that, Mo Lingxuan practiced in the valley for a few days again, stabilizing his martial arts realm with rapid progress.

In the early morning of the third day, Mo Lingxuan withdrew from his cultivation state. He stepped onto the Ice Sword again and turned into an ice blue light and rushed straight into the sky...

What he has to do now is to go to the Heavenly Dao Alliance to get the Fire Spirit Crystal first and then return directly to the Emperor Demon Sect to prepare for the upcoming Tianlan meeting.

Heavenly Dao Alliance.

Located east of the vast Qinglin Realm, it is one of the eight overlord forces, with strong strength and controls many dynasties and aristocratic forces.

Bingji Sword was very fast. In just two hours, Mo Lingxuan came outside the city gate of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

"Who is here? How dare I fly in the air when I come to my Heavenly Dao Alliance?"

When he saw a young man in black flying out of the city with his unreduced speed, the guards of the Xianxu Realm of the city gate immediately scolded him.
Chapter completed!