The environment of the third floor and the first two floors of Tianmo 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, and a dignified color appeared on his face.
The owners of these white bones have been dead for many years, and their bodies have turned into nothingness. It seems that they have experienced a great war, otherwise there would not be so many white bones piled up here.
"What is this place?" Qin Xuan looked at Ning Jun and asked.
"Ten thousand devil tombs." Ning Jun spits out a voice in his mouth, which makes Qin Xuan's eyes twinkle. It's really a tomb.
"There are countless demons buried in the ten thousand devil mound. Some of them were killed by other practitioners, while others violated the rules of the magic holy mountain and died here." Ning Jun continued: "for a long time, there will be the existence of ten thousand devil tombs."
"Walking through here can also enhance the evil spirit?" Qin Xuan asked tentatively.
"Nature." Qin ningxuan asked, "don't you see the level of Qin Shengxuan?"
After Ning Jun's reminder, Qin Xuan looked calm and looked at the white bones on the ground carefully. Sure enough, he felt the fluctuation of the holy land level.
The owners of these bones were powerful figures in the holy land.
Qin Xuan suddenly thought of something, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. From the first floor to the third floor, the power of their contact is gradually becoming stronger, from the imperial realm to the holy realm.
It seems that this is deliberately arranged, and the difficulty is increasing.
"There should not be many practitioners who can come here to try before." Qin Xuan asked.
Ning Jun is a disciple of Tianxing demon Jun. it's not difficult to get here, but there should be few people who can compare with Ning Jun, otherwise the details of magic holy mountain will be a little terrible.
"Really not much, only a few demon king disciples have come." Ning Jun nodded.
Then Qin Xuan and Ning Jun walked forward together. When they were close to the bones, they immediately felt a wave of evil thoughts invading their minds, as if the strong had come back to life.
"I am the devil saint of Yan prison, submit to me!"
A terrible voice resounded through Qin Xuan's mind. Qin Xuan glanced at a magic shadow. He saw that the shadow was bathed in endless flames, and his eyes were like the scorching sun, emitting incomparably dazzling brilliance, which made people dare not look directly at it.
Qin Xuan's heart set off a slight fluctuation. It seems that this is a demon saint who practices the flame Avenue.
"Just a demon saint who has fallen for many years, how dare you be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Qin Xuan scolded, and his mind moved. A terrible virtual shadow suddenly appeared in his mind.
The virtual shadow seemed to be a real demon God, wearing a dark robe, with long black hair flying wantonly in the wind. His eyes revealed a sense of supreme majesty, as if he was looking at the world with unparalleled spirit.
The devil's palm roared forward like a huge demon, and his body turned into a ghost.
"Vulnerable!" Yan prison devil saint's mouth aroused a contemptuous smile. He was a fourth-order Saint before his death, and the young man in front of him was only a second-order saint. How much strength can he bear?
Yan prison demon Saint stretched out his palm and slapped it forward. A long flame gun came out from the space. The hot flame light was wrapped around the long gun, just like divine fire, which seemed to burn all the forces in the world.
The huge devil's hand clasped on the flame spear with a loud click, and the spear broke inch by inch. The flame power was instantly suppressed by the devil's power, as if they were not at the same level at all.
"You......" Yan prison demon saint's face looked at the virtual shadow of the demon God transformed by Qin Xuan in horror, as if he saw an extremely incredible scene.
How could he be so strong?
"Now that you have met me, give me your strength." Qin Xuan smiled faintly. After that, his palm stretched forward, and a demon palm smashed out, directly penetrating the space and holding the figure of the demon saint in Yan prison.
At this moment, Yan prison demon saint's face became more and more pale. He only felt that the power in his body had been absolutely suppressed and had no resistance. It seemed that he was not facing a second-order saint, but a real demon figure at this time.
Yan prison demon Saint looked at Qin Xuan's figure with fear, and finally realized that he could not compete with the younger generation in front of him.
Qin Xuan looked at Yan prison demon Saint indifferently, didn't say much nonsense, put a little force on his palm, and a terrible force poured into Yan prison demon saint's figure, making it disappear directly in his mind.
At the same time, the magic behind Qin Xuan increased a lot, reaching 810 Zhang directly. Naturally, it was because he absorbed the magic of Yan prison demon saint.
"By erasing a demon saint's idea, it directly improves the 60 Zhang demon idea. This increase is true and somewhat terrible!" Qin Xuan was frightened, but he soon figured out the reason.
The demon saint of Yan prison was a fourth-order Saint before his death. He was stronger than all the demons in the first two layers. After wiping out his demonic thoughts, the increase of demonic thoughts was naturally very terrible,
After all, if his strength is not as good as Yan prison demon saint, he will have to pay the price of his life.
Danger and reward often coexist.
Qin Xuan continued to move forward, and then the devil thought that entered his mind was the same level as Yan prison devil saint. They were all fourth-order saints. They were easily suppressed by Qin Xuan. Before long, Qin Xuan's evil intention exceeded a thousand feet, and the power contained in it was very terrible.
Then Qin Xuan found that this was a virtuous circle. The stronger his strength was, the stronger his evil intention would be, and the stronger his strength would be released, so he could suppress the powerful evil idea.
Even though his accomplishments are only second-order saints, he has the opportunity to wipe out the ideas of fifth and even sixth order saints under the increase of evil intention.
Of course, if his magic is strong enough.
"I wonder if the magic here can be taken out." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, then smiled and shook his head. How is this possible?
If you can take it out, I'm afraid all the practitioners of the magic holy mountain have come in to practice. How can it be his turn to come here to practice.
When Qin Xuan thought, Ning Jun had walked out of a very long distance and left Qin Xuan behind.
Ning Jun is very familiar with everything about Tianmo tower. Even if he hasn't come in, he must have heard of it before. Therefore, he has only experience in his heart, and the speed is naturally very fast.
At this time, Qin Xuan also became serious and stopped thinking about other things. The speed at his feet increased a lot, as if he wanted to catch up with Ning Jun.
With Qin Xuan walking all the way, the magic behind him increased at an amazing speed!