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That house-sized spirit stone was a divine grade spirit stone that far surpassed a Heaven grade spirit stone. The energy level of the demon embryo was already that of a celestial spirit stone.

There were many benefits to obtaining this huge divine grade spirit stone and the celestial stone fetus within it. In the future, there would no longer be a lack of energy to raise his cultivation level. Moreover, after the celestial stone fetus washed away the demonic energy, Yang Qi would be able to be nurtured in the pure spirits and become his avatar.

Right at the moment he received it, a sharp sword Qi flew from the sky and penetrated deep into the ground. It actually transformed into the air and stabbed him in the back.

This sword strike was fast and mysterious. A thin line of light passed through the wormhole, completely ignoring the Space Laws of Maha Hell.

No one could describe the speed and the absolute secrecy of this strike.

Even Yang Qi was unable to dodge it.

The sword light stabbed into Yang Qi's back, causing him to bow. Bang! An invincible strong force shook out from his body. As the center, a spatial ripple and an order of chains flew out. When they came into contact with the sword beam, that sword beam was turned into powder.

With a wave of his sleeve, the robes of the gods expanded. The hundreds of miles of mines that were underground all disappeared within a single flick of a sleeve. The divine grade spirit stones and immortal grade stones were all sucked into the robes of the gods.

Then, he jumped up from the ground and landed on the ground. He silently looked at the sky.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In the sky, the sword radiance surged, converging into the image of a demon god, congealing into one person. This person was a young man, and on his body, there was a dark golden armor, and his eyes were also dark golden in color.

In the Maha Hell, they were the most respected Underworld clansmen.

Moreover, this young man's aura and the strength of his bloodline were over a hundred times stronger than the underworld clan that Yang Qi killed. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary underworld clan, but an aristocrat of the underworld clan.

The Nether Race had turned into nobles according to the concentration of the Primordial Nether God's bloodline. The thicker the concentration of the bloodline, the more powerful and powerful one was.

BOOM!

However, this young man's cultivation was not very high. His cultivation was only at the third level of the Sand Scorching realm, not as high as the sixth level of the Nether Clan, but Yang Qi could feel that this young Nether Clan had a special ability. Within the span of a breath, he had formed a connection with the entire Maha Hell, and his primordial spirit was entrusted to the entire Nether Clan's source.

It was actually the same as him, the one who had entrusted his primordial spirit into the Maha Hell.

In the Maha Hell, most Demons didn't have this ability. It could only entrust its primordial spirit into the void outside of Maha hell; its strength was extremely weak.

"You are the disciple sent by the Immortal World to enter the Infernal Realm to train?" The underworld clan young man held onto a long sword which looked like a shadow as he said to Yang Qi, "You're not bad, you actually know how to collect the divine grade spirit stones and immortal elemental elixirs here. However, this thing is very useful to me. Hand it over. Even if you take it, you won't be able to refine it. "

"And if I say no?"

Yang Qi looked at this young ancient underworld clan with interest as a smile appeared on his face, "A underworld clan with such strong underworld blood is truly rare."

"If you say no, you will die. This time, the Immortal World actually managed to open the passageway to the Maha Hell and allowed the cultivators of the Mortal Realm to train here. We, the Nether Race, also know of this matter. They were also sent by the underworld clans to complete the mission of sniping the cultivators of the mortal world. "

Hades' eyes flickered as a divine light illuminated the area.

"How interesting. Our smelting trial, your Maha hell also has a mission. It seems that killing us also has points?" Yang Qi slowly spread out his palms.

"Of course, but you're not the strongest disciple in this trial. You're only a Second Order Great Sage and yet you dare to snatch a divine grade spirit stone or immortal embryo. The ignorant are truly fearless." Ming Lang shook his head, "I will kill you before I find the strongest to kill you. Underworld Sword Soul Seizing! "

The Shadow Sword pierced through once again and arrived in front of Yang Qi. The tip of the sword was a shadow that was pointed at Yang Qi's forehead. On the tip of the sword, an extremely powerful suction force seemed to directly suck out Yang Qi's soul.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a dirge, and the light of dusk was flickering.

Yang Ke didn't move. He didn't even look at Wang Lin as he reached out with his palm. Time and space froze, the wind and clouds surged, and the shadow sword stopped three inches away from his forehead, unable to move any further.

Clang!

Yang Ke stretched out his finger and pointed at the sword tip.

Suddenly, a destructive undulation was transmitted from the tip of the sword. The entire sword shook violently, as if it was a snake that had clonic tendons.

Puff!

Ming Lang spat out a mouthful of blood. He sheathed his sword and fled backwards. His entire body leapt high into the air, fusing together with the Space Laws of Maha Hell as he rushed outside.

BOOM!

Yang Qi's arm shot out and the hand of God was pressed against the place where the nether waves disappeared. Yang Qi's arm shot out and the hand of God was pressed against the place where the nether waves disappeared.

"Nether Nine Transformations!"

A bloody mist rose from the thin nether wave. Its entire body twisted nine times. Suddenly, a mysterious force exploded from it. It was like an ancient giant insect drilling through the air and disappearing. The traces of the wormhole disappeared in a flash.

"Hmm? This is an archaic and wondrous art. " Yang Qi didn't notice that Ming Lang had such a move. He opened the Eye of God to see through the fog, but was still unable to find where Ming Lang had gone to.

"This person is amazing. He was actually able to escape from my hands. He is one of the best of the Nether Race." Yang Qi nodded, "In this Maha hell, the Nether Clan is simply too powerful. Right now, I'm not able to contend with them, and I'm also too lazy to chase after them. I'll wait for the smelting trial to end as soon as possible." He wanted to return to the floating mountain. "I believe that after this trial ends, the Immortal World will give me the top, and my strength will increase once again. At that time, I can be comparable to a master of a demon clan. I'll see if she's my mother or not."

His body twisted and disappeared.

Puff!

Far away, above a dark golden sea, a wave crashed down, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out. His face was pale, and he held the sword in his hand.

"Shadow Sword, this is an assassination sword forged by a Sky Realm master blacksmith from the underworld. It was actually cracked by that person's finger. "I am an outstanding member of the underworld race. I have fused with the source of Maha Hell and have branded myself within it. The power of the Primordial Netherworld God's bloodline has already reached a high level, and I can even fight a demon of the eighth step. How could I lose to this Second Order Great Saint, the human cultivator?"

Ming Lang didn't believe it.

His deep eyes shone with green light as he tried to recall the battle. However, just as he thought about it, he felt a chill run down his spine. He had to use all his strength to escape. If he had been slightly slower, he would have died by now.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk …" While nether waves could not understand what was happening, powerful auras descended one after another. These were the experts of the Archaic Nether Clan.

The elites of the Immemorial Nether Clan were all young, but the concentration of the bloodline within their blood was extremely high. It was obvious that they were the most outstanding nobles within the clan.

A woman from the Dark Clan came down and saw the heavily injured Ming Lang. She suddenly laughed, "Ming Lang, what happened to you? When you heard the order to exterminate the cultivators of the outside world from our underworld clan, you immediately rushed over. We thought you wanted to rob us for our contribution, but how did you become like this? "You are a genius among our generation, someone whose bloodline density is higher than ours. You are only at the early stages of the realm."

"Humph!" "How could I possibly fail? It's merely that I am outnumbered by many people who are besieging me." Ming Lang said.

"Haha, Ming Lang, you're still lying. We already received the news that among the masters that entered Maha Hell, they killed each other, leaving behind only one formidable figure. That character's name is Yang Qi, and he's currently ranked first on the Immortal World's ranking list. We, the elders of the Nether Clan, have issued a hunting order, ordering all our devil experts to pursue and kill him. Once we kill him, we will immediately receive a generous reward, and even have the chance to kowtow to the Archdevil in the future. "

A Ming clan master, a level seven Great Sage said, "So, Ming Lang, we are sure that the person you met was Yang Qi, he must have hurt you, you don't need to hide it."

"What, this happened?" Ming Lang's expression calmed down.

"We guessed it right." The woman from the Nether Clan said, "Let's go. Quickly bring us to the place where you were fighting. Attack that Yang Ke and kill him. We have done a great deal for him."

"Let's go!" Ming Lang didn't even think as he immediately leaped up, rushing towards the direction of the battle.

However, many of the underworld experts flew to the same place, but Yang Ke was nowhere to be seen. The only thing left behind was a scene of destruction, a spatial collapse and the sinking of the earth.

They saw a huge palm print in the sky. The entire space was either dug out or collapsed.

"Heavens, this person can actually leave behind a palm print in the middle of the air?" Void was not a mountain, not a tree, not a material. To be able to leave a handprint in the void, it is the ability to permanently change the laws of space here.

An ancient underworld expert's eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets.

A cultivator's fierce attack could distort space, but no matter how fierce the attack was, it would always recover in the future. It was as if a rock was thrown into the water, and the water began to ripple.

No one threw a stone into the water, and the water blossomed forever.

If the water was like this, there was no need to talk about the void.

But now, Yang Qi was able to do this. The traces left behind by the Hand of God would never fade. It was like a palm print that had been struck against a stone, engraved throughout the ages.

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