Chapter 1711: The divinity of the Scar of the Sky

"Uncle Yun, what the is that?"
Looking at the ghost of the devil in the sky, the young monk asked the middle-aged monk with a pale face.
The middle-aged monk also had a solemn look in his eyes. He stared at the Demon King phantom for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "He turned out to be Demon Cultivator!"
Ordinary monks absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They admire nature, believe in the way of heaven, and perceive the way of nature, and their cultivation speed is slower than that of monks in the magic way.
But the monks of the magic way do not follow the ordinary route, their cultivation methods are often some evil methods that violate the heavenly way. Although they enter the border quickly and the power of the exercises is very powerful, they can easily attract the terrible calamity when they cross the calamity. It is easier to fall than ordinary monks.
Therefore, in the Lingyue Continent, with the improvement of the cultivation system, although there are many magic methods, there are not many who really choose to take this path.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the phantom of the demon king in the sky, and then looked at Yu Wenlie: "Unexpectedly, you also practiced the magic way like Yu Wenshang."
Having said this, Zhang Yifeng paused and continued: "It's just a pity that you are far behind him."
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, a look of anger appeared in Yu Wenlie's eyes: "You killed my big brother, today I will kill you and avenge him!"
"I'm afraid you don't have that chance."
Zhang Yifeng sneered coldly, and then, the brilliance of the storage ring flashed, and the scar of the giant sword reappeared in his hand.
Looking at the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, Yu Wenlie had a look of jealousy in his eyes, but then he sneered: "Hmph, although your giant sword is powerful, it still remains in front of my Demon King Void Some are not enough."
Upon hearing Yu Wenlie's words, Zhang Yifeng smiled mysteriously.
"Really, then I want to try, my sword is powerful, or your demon shadow is powerful."
Zhang Yifeng's words fell, and before Yu Wenlie could react, the giant sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a bright golden light, and the ghost of the devil who emitted a monstrous magic flame into the air rushed over.
When Yu Wenlie saw the rising golden light, a faint feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.
"Devil flame burns the sky!"
Yu Wenlie yelled, pinching a magic trick in his hand, and saw the monstrous demon flame pouring down the giant sword in an instant, and in a flash, Zhang Yifeng and the giant sword were drowned.
Seeing this, Yu Wenlie had a look of ecstasy in his eyes. No one knew the power of Demon Flame better than him. Under the envelope of Demon Flame, no matter how powerful Zhang Yifeng was, he was absolutely dead.
"Haha, kid, remember, reincarnate in the next life, don't mess with me Yuwenlie!"
Behind Yu Wenlie, his followers saw that Yu Wenlie was so mighty, their eyes were full of ecstasy, while those poor monks lying on the ground showed a deep despair in their eyes.
They originally thought that Zhang Yifeng was their savior, but from now on, Zhang Yifeng is not Yu Wenlie's opponent, not only that, he also gave his life in vain.
The young monk looked at the demon flame that surrounded Zhang Yifeng, and his eyes showed a deep color of hatred.
"The benefactor died because of us. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be a cow and a horse to repay the benefactor."
Although the other monks did not speak, they were full of deep sadness in their eyes.
However, at this moment, a bright golden light suddenly rose in the dark magic flame, and the golden light shot out from the demon gas and rushed straight into the sky.
The golden light seems to be the nemesis of the devil qi. When the devil qi encounters them, it will make a puffing sound, and the devil qi will be instantly purified by the golden light.
The golden light purifies the devil qi very fast, and every time it purifies a part of the devil qi, Yu Wenlie's face becomes pale.
At the end, there was not much demon energy surrounding Zhang Yifeng, and Zhang Yifeng's figure reappeared in the sight of everyone.
"how can that be?"
Yu Wenlie's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes looked at Zhang Yifeng with an incredible color.
When Yun Tianjue and others saw that Zhang Yifeng was okay, a huge surprise appeared in their eyes.
Zhang Yifeng waved the giant sword in his hand, and after purifying the devilish energy, he gave a soft drink, and then slashed the sword towards the ghost of the devil in the air.
Seeing Zhang Yifeng’s huge sword cut, the Demon Shadow would instinctively dodge, but before it could react, the huge sword fell on its body, like cutting tofu, the huge sword pierced easily. The body of the Demon King Xuying.
At the moment of contact with the Demon King's phantom, the giant sword suddenly emitted a brighter golden light. Under the shining of the golden light, the Demon King's phantom quickly melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before long, in Yu Wenlie's horrified expression, the Demon King's phantom gradually faded until it disappeared.
puff!
At the moment the local demon king's shadow disappeared, Yu Wenlie finally couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a sluggish figure, his face pale as paper, and his breath became extremely disordered.
"This is impossible!"
Regardless of his physical injuries, Yu Wenlie looked at Zhang Yifeng with an incredible expression and asked, "How can you do it?"
Zhang Yifeng stood holding the sword, smiled softly, did not speak, an inexplicable light appeared in his eyes.
When he was refining the weapon of the Sky-Splitting Scar, although the level of the Sky-Splitting Scar did not reach the level of the magic weapon, the Sky-Splitting Scar caused the weapon calamity after all. He was even more so when refining the Sky-Splitting Scar With the addition of the best relics, although the Scar of Skybreaker did not become a magic weapon, it has condensed its sacred attributes.
Sacred attribute, natural restraint of all evil spirits. Although Yu Wenlie's Demon King phantom is powerful, but the devilish energy is fundamentally in the category of evil spirits. Therefore, in the face of the scars of the sky-splitting condensed with sacred attributes, the Demon King phantom is totally unbearable. hit.
"Now, what do you have to do?" Zhang Yifeng looked at Yu Wenlie with a faint look indifferently.
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Yu Wenlie's face turned green and white. His strongest method was used up just now, and now there is no other method.
The disdain in Zhang Yifeng's eyes made Yu Wenlie an angry heart, but at this moment, he knew that he had to endure, and only if he survived can he recover the humiliation he suffered in the future.
Thinking of this, Yu Wenlie took a deep breath and said, "I think we can talk."
"Talk about it?" Zhang Yifeng chuckled lightly, "You are telling me, what kind of capital do you have to save your life now?"
Yuwenlie was silent for a while, and after a long time, he said, "I know the treasures of Yuwen's house. As long as you promise not to kill me, I will tell you where the treasures are."