#529 - Demon Saint Burial Ground

Yan Qingcheng didn't ask further, but she saw that Jun Wuxie's mood had clearly fluctuated, and he kept looking at the one-armed woman.

That woman seemed to feel someone was watching her, and she turned her head slightly, but immediately turned back after just one glance.

Jun Wuxie's eyes briefly met hers, and his body trembled slightly.

"Wuxie, what's wrong?"

Yan Qingcheng looked at him with some concern, feeling that the hand he was holding was slightly sore.

He was holding it too tightly, and constantly increasing the pressure.

"I'm sorry, I thought of something and got a little distracted."

He came back to his senses, quickly released the pressure from his palm and fingers, and looked down to see that Yan Qingcheng's fair hand had been pinched red.

At this moment, he noticed several cold gazes and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

It was those few young kings of the Sea Clan.

A young man in white with a fierce face; a young man with gloomy eyes and a head full of snake-shaped braids; a young man with rat-like eyes wearing black armor; and a burly young man with a hideous face like a demon.

His Primordial True Eyes saw through the true forms of several people.

A white shark, a sea snake, an octopus, and a devil fish.

The power lurking in the bodies of these four young kings is very strong, with a quasi-legendary level of talent growth and the cultivation of a half-step Saint Realm. Such strength is fully capable of killing most peak Saints.

Upon reaching the half-step Saint Realm, the suppression of the Saint Realm barrier will be greatly reduced.

...

Several days later, in the middle of the misty area in the mountains, a blurred passage was completely revealed, exposing the scene inside.

It was a very vast world.

The one-armed woman closest to the Secret Land was the first to act, instantly rushing into the mountains, entering the passage and disappearing.

"Go!"

The four powerful young kings of the Sea Clan followed.

For a time, all the geniuses here scrambled to enter the depths of the Secret Land.

Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng also entered the mountains and passed through the passage.

When they arrived at the core area of the Secret Land, they could no longer see the figures of those people.

Obviously, they had come in to seek opportunities here.

The aura here is very ancient, with a sense of vicissitudes of time.

The vegetation growing here is very lush.

They traveled for a while and saw an abandoned village, long eroded by time, broken and unrecognizable.

On some of the buildings in the village, faint traces of mysterious writing could still be seen.

If he guessed correctly, it should be Demon Script.

They carefully searched the village several times, but besides the ruins, the decayed buildings, and the occasional Demon Script that had become blurred over time, there was nothing else.

Jun Wuxie was about to leave when he saw Yan Qingcheng walking towards the innermost part of the village.

There was an altar there, with an ancient stele standing on it. The ancient stele had been weathered over time, and the surface was covered with sand holes. One could faintly see the densely packed Demon Clan characters recorded on it.

"Did you find anything?"

He saw Yan Qingcheng standing in front of the altar, quietly gazing at the ancient stele above, her expression somewhat lonely, even with a hint of sadness.

"No, I just suddenly feel very uncomfortable…"

She shook her head gently. When she came to this village, she felt a deep sense of desolation, and her mood was involuntarily affected.

A faint sadness inexplicably arose in her heart, especially at this moment when she came here, facing this ancient stele, the sad emotions in her heart were suddenly amplified, making her feel very blocked and heartbroken.

"This is an altar. Presumably, the people of the Demon Clan often worshiped here in the past. This stone tablet condenses their spiritual imprints. Although tens of thousands of years have passed, these imprints have not completely dissipated, and there is some Demon Clan True Blood in your body, so you have this feeling."

Jun Wuxie analyzed it this way. Coming to this village, there was no need to doubt that this Secret Land was once inhabited by the Demon Clan.

Yan Qingcheng sighed deeply. She knelt down in front of the altar and bowed three times to the stone tablet.

"The Demon Clan has descendants, our Demon Clan has descendants…"

A blurred voice came from inside the stone tablet, very sad and ethereal, as if it did not belong to this time and space, nor was it the voice of one person, but rather like many people speaking at the same time.

The voice choked, and the sadness in its tone made people unable to help but shed tears.

Yan Qingcheng's eyes instantly became wet.

Jun Wuxie also felt heavy-hearted.

The Demon Clan was too tragic. In that era, they lived in seclusion here, but in the end, they could not escape destruction, betrayed and slaughtered by their former allies.

How desperate must those old, weak, women, and children have been at that time?

They did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of their own people, at the hands of the most trusted allies, even those for whom they were willing to sacrifice the fate of their clan.

At this moment, many blurred figures appeared from the stone tablet on the altar, crowding the altar.

Those were the soul imprints of those Demon Clan people back then.

Their shadows were very faint, their clothes were very simple, covered with patches, and everyone had a sad expression, with blood-red tears on their faces.

"The Demon Clan has descendants, our Demon Clan has descendants…"

The sad voice echoed in the heavens and earth here.

Those soul phantoms gradually merged together, turning into a soul imprint, shining brightly.

It flew to Yan Qingcheng, as bright as a small sun, and flew around her affectionately.

Jun Wuxie suddenly felt a little shocked and also a little emotional.

Across countless ages, they could still have this feeling. This is the power of blood, the resonance of blood, affinity with each other.

From this, he could conclude that the Demon Clan True Blood in Yan Qingcheng's body was definitely not simple. It should be a very pure bloodline of the Demon Clan, otherwise it would not be like this.

At this moment, the soul imprint flew towards Yan Qingcheng's brow.

She did not resist, allowing the soul imprint to hit her brow, and then gradually disappeared between her brows.

"Did you get the inheritance?"

"No." Yan Qingcheng came back to her senses and said, "They were just very ordinary clansmen back then, and they didn't have the most complete inheritance of the Demon Clan. But they gave me some information, telling me to go to the Demon Saint Burial Ground!"

"Demon Saint Burial Ground? Where is it?"

"Follow me."

Yan Qingcheng took the lead, and Jun Wuxie followed closely.

They traveled through the mountains, and along the way, they saw many abandoned villages, the layouts of which were almost the same, and all had altars and stone tablets.

Soon, a plain appeared ahead, the fog was very thick, making the sky and earth somewhat dim.

Before long, they saw a high mountain at the end of the plain.

It was a dark red mountain, filled with strands of rich demonic energy.

"This is it, the Demon Saint Burial Ground."

Yan Qingcheng pointed to the mountain in front. The entire mountain looked like a tomb.

As they got closer, the demonic energy became particularly rich, but this demonic energy did not give people an uncomfortable feeling. Its aura was very gentle and pure, giving people a comfortable feeling of pores stretching.

This is pure energy, a good resource for cultivators to break through their realms!

Jun Wuxie discovered that this demonic energy emanated from the mountain, but it gathered only within a dozen miles around the mountain and did not spread to farther places.

"Look, the Demon Clan runes on the mountain are lighting up. Is it sensing the Enchanting Pupils True Blood in your body?"

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised. The mountains were covered with mysterious Demon Clan runes.

The aura of the runes was very mysterious. This definitely exceeded the half-Saint level!

Didn't the Demon Clan in this world only reach the half-Saint level?

Now, the Demon Clan runes presented by just the tomb were so profound and esoteric, it was simply unbelievable.

"Hurry up and go. Obtaining the inheritance of these runes may activate the dormant Demon Clan True Blood in your body!"

"There are hidden dangers nearby!"

Yan Qingcheng said in a low voice.

"I know, you don't have to worry about anything. You just need to absorb the power of the Demon Saint's runes, and I will handle everything else!"

Jun Wuxie took her hand and walked towards the mountain where the runes were flashing.

"I didn't expect that kid and that woman also found this place!"

Near that mountain, in a certain area, the four young kings of the Sea Clan lurked, their eyes extremely cold.

"Good, let him deal with the things inside. We'll sit back and watch the tigers fight, the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind, and kill him here!"

"Heaven wants to destroy him, and Heaven favors us. This mountain is transformed from the flesh and blood of a Demon Clan Saint. That woman should have Demon Clan blood flowing in her body. Her aura activated the dormant runes in the Saint's flesh and blood!"

"Kill them, and all these flesh and blood powers will belong to us!"

"This is a good thing. Not only can it temper the body and increase the strength of the body, but it can also increase the realm. No matter what, we can't let Jun Wuxie and that woman get this opportunity!"

The young king of the Sea Snake Clan showed a lewd light in his eyes: "It must be said that Jun Wuxie must be killed, but don't hurt that woman. Such a beautiful woman should be cherished. I haven't tasted what a woman of such beauty on land tastes like. This time, I must fulfill my wish!"

The young king of the White Shark Clan, the young king of the Octopus Clan, and the young king of the Devil Fish Clan nodded, and didn't find it strange.

The Sea Snake Clan is inherently lewd, and they know it very well. How could they let go of such a beautiful woman?

"Roar!"

The Demon Saint Burial Ground let out a roar that shook the mountains and rivers, violent and ferocious!

Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng encountered a behemoth at the foot of the mountain.

It was a hundred feet tall when it stood up, with black hair all over its body, long arms, sharp nails, a hideous face, and a blood-colored light flowing on its body, exuding a fierce and tragic aura.

"Devil Ape!"

Yan Qingcheng exclaimed, her face changed suddenly. She felt the aura of the same realm on the Devil Ape.

That is to say, this Devil Ape has the cultivation of the eleventh level, equivalent to the Saint Realm of humans!

"Hurry and absorb and fuse with the Demon Saint's power, leave this place to me!"

Jun Wuxie pushed her, his eyes fixed on the hundred-zhang tall Demon Ape in front, flowing with bloody light, like a black mountain.

"No! It's too dangerous for you alone!" Yan Qingcheng's expression was solemn, she said: "The Demon Ape is the most top-level Heavenly Saint Beast among the Primordial Remnants! Cultivating to the Saint Sect realm, its bloodline power is probably already awakened to its strongest extent, equivalent to a quasi-legendary level!"

"I told you to go, so go, listen to your man!"

Jun Wuxie pushed her, forceful and overbearing.

"But..."

"No buts!"

"Then... be careful, if you can't beat it, don't fight hard, okay?"

"Why are you being so long-winded, woman?" Jun Wuxie slapped her elastic and plump buttocks with a 'pa', and said: "Hurry up!"

Yan Qingcheng bit her charming red lips, bypassed the Demon Ape's interception, and quickly rushed into the mountain.

"Insignificant humans, this place belongs only to me, coming here is a dead end!"

The Demon Ape's voice was violent and cold, his eyes were like two blood-red balls, his legs, tens of zhang long, strode open, and his huge fist, with a 'boom', shattered the sky and launched an attack on Yan Qingcheng.

"Quick, into the mountain!"

A white shadow flashed, golden light illuminated the world, dispelling the mist here.

It was a dazzling fist, golden blood energy surging, blocking in front of Yan Qingcheng, facing the black, blood-flowing giant fist.

With a 'boom'.

The two fists collided heavily together.

One was huge, and the other was relatively as small as a sesame seed.

The same energy spread to the surroundings like a giant wave, impacting the mountain, and being annihilated by the Demon Saint runes.

And on the side without the mountain's cover, the aftermath rushed out hundreds of miles, all the mist in that area was instantly cleared, and the earth cracked.

With one punch, the Demon Ape's body swayed slightly.

Jun Wuxie, however, slid back hundreds of meters along the ground, leaving two deep ravines on the ground, the hand that exchanged the punch spasming slightly, his fingers numb.

"You can actually withstand my punch without dying?"

The Demon Ape's eyes revealed shock, he was equivalent to the mid-stage of the Saint Sect realm of humans, a quasi-legendary bloodline growth intensity!

The human martial artist in front of him was only in the Sovereign Emperor realm!

"Big guy, your strength is not bad, how about coming back with me and guarding my mountain gate?"

Jun Wuxie circulated his life essence, and the spasm in his arm quickly disappeared.

"Hahaha!" The Demon Ape laughed wildly upon hearing this: "Ignorant human, you are really arrogant, a mere Sovereign Emperor, dares to speak so wildly in front of me! I like the taste of human brains the most, today I will open your skull and taste whether your brain is delicious!"

After he finished speaking, he licked his tongue greedily, a large amount of saliva flowed from his mouth, like a waterfall.

"However, I will kill that human woman first and then taste your brain!"

The Demon Ape strode towards the mountain, that huge body, running, was really earth-shattering, with amazing momentum.

"Go back!"

A deep shout resounded through the sky, golden light shone brightly, dazzling and blinding, accompanied by the collapse of the mountains and the breaking of rivers, impacting forward.

At this time, the brightness of the runes on the entire mountain was rapidly increasing.

The power of those runes quickly converged towards a certain position within the mountain, like a long river galloping in the air.

"You're courting death, get out!"

When the Demon Ape saw the change in the Demon Saint runes, he immediately became anxious, roaring, the runes on his fist flashing, and slamming wildly at Jun Wuxie.

Boom!

The two clashed again, runes and visions collapsed, and the aftermath rolled and crazily impacted in all directions.

The Demon Ape was shaken back several steps, while Jun Wuxie slid more than ten meters along the ground before forcibly stabilizing himself, the blood in his body churning.

"You didn't use your full strength just now?"

The Demon Ape was very shocked in his heart, how could a human in the Sovereign Emperor realm be so terrifying?

Even if he was a legendary level, it was impossible to compete with him, the great realm barrier was there, with extremely strong suppression!