Chapter 104: The First Treasure Artifact!

Just as the Shura was about to reach him in an instant to slay Fang Yu, Fang Yu's spirit within his sea of consciousness at this moment transformed into a ball of radiant light, like an eternal aurora, illuminating all the darkness within his mind.

He felt the Shura's speed slow considerably in his eyes; the massive claw that had been bearing down like lightning now moved inch by inch, attacking toward his chest.

Fang Yu moved his sword, and the force of fifteen Xuanhuang steeds erupted in full at this moment—such power condensed into a single sword strike; how terrifying would its explosion be?

That Shura only saw a wisp of sword light burst forth abruptly, piercing through his eye, and then, without losing momentum, boring through his brain.

"His strength actually has the force of fifteen Xuanhuang steeds!"

This was the final consciousness of this Shura.

As a Shura, his strength was thirteen Xuanhuang steeds, and slaying human Divine Transformation experts was as easy as cutting melons and chopping vegetables—but this time he encountered a Divine Transformation cultivator who actually possessed the force of fifteen Xuanhuang steeds, and a single sword strike extinguished his vitality.

He wanted to say something, but at this point there was no longer any possibility.

With a thud.

The Shura who had just flown over to slay Fang Yu immediately collapsed to the ground.

"The Shura Grand Commander is dead too!"

"How can this human be so terrifying?"

"Why hasn't Lord Yaoshen manifested his divine power yet? We can no longer hold them off!"

When the surrounding underground demonfolk saw the Shura commander slain by a single sword, looks of disbelief appeared on each of their faces; immediately they felt fear and began to tremble, not daring to advance.

Just at this moment, the Yaoshen statue not far away suddenly began to writhe, as if it had come back to life; a tremendous demonic aura blotted out the sky and earth, sweeping across the entire underground plain.

"The avatar of Lord Yaoshen has appeared."

Fang Yu, seeing this scene, his expression shifted slightly, and he immediately used his Hundred Treasures Pouch to collect the Shura's corpse.

Lord Yaoshen, an existence of the Longevity Secret Realm—even an avatar possessed extremely powerful strength; not just anyone could deal with it so easily.

But Fang Qingxue, this one who feared neither heaven nor earth, with only the 4th Stage of Divine Abilities daring to challenge Lord Yaoshen's avatar—Fang Yu could only say her courage was commendable.

If it were him, he would at least wait until the 8th or 9th Stage of Divine Abilities before speaking of it.

Of course, saying this now has no meaning. Above the underground plain, demonic aura spread thickly, rolling masses of black demonic energy everywhere—now condensing into demon blades, now into all manner of demonic creatures, bizarre and monstrous, towering and ferocious.

And Fang Qingxue had two great purple lightning serpents coiling around her entire body, like the Thunder God and Lightning Mother, dispersing the demonic aura.

"Hahaha, hahaha. Among the disciples of the Yuhua Sect there has actually appeared such a figure as you—a mere Divine Ability Secret Realm cultivator, daring to destroy my sacred image."

Suddenly, the skyful of demonic clouds violently converged toward the center, actually condensing into a physical form.

This physical form was a middle-aged man, dressed in black, tall of stature, with purple-black long hair fluttering in the wind; his pair of eyes seemed to contain ten thousand magical powers, capable of drawing in a person's very soul.

This was the Sect Master of the Yaoshen Sect—one of the Yaodaowu Sect—the avatar form of Lord Yaoshen.

"Lord Yaoshen, the Seven Fiends Gourd you planted has already fallen into my hands. Could it be that you intend to personally make a move to snatch it back for your juniors?"

Facing Lord Yaoshen's avatar, Fang Qingxue remained cold and aloof, as if nothing in heaven and earth could cause her countenance to change.

"Although the Seven Fiends Gourd is indeed a treasure I painstakingly cultivated, I do not set much store by it. This time, the Seven Great Demon Emperors and the Three Great Demon Sovereigns have already signed the Gongshoutong Alliance—and you, a mere disciple, wish to destroy my altar and resist the great demon army? You are simply seeking your own death. If I were to let you depart safely today, would I not become a laughingstock?"

The voice of Lord Yaoshen's avatar rolled and surged, falling upon the void as if a great mountain pressed down; across the underground plain for dozens of li around, the earth cracked and collapsed everywhere.

Merely his voice possessed such terrifying might.

Fang Yu also felt discomfort at this moment, but he knew he was only at the 10th Stage of Physical Body; being able to preserve himself beneath that kind of demonic sound was already remarkable.

At this moment, he immediately activated the Yuanchen Spirit Art to resist that demonic sound of Lord Yaoshen.

"Since that is so, then I shall make Lord Yaoshen lose all face."

Fang Qingxue's voice was like ice and snow unmelted for ten thousand ages; the two great purple lightning yin-yang serpents trembled even more violently, and suddenly grew antlers like a deer's, while long whiskers also grew upon their lips—an ancient, desolate, primeval aura emanated from their bodies.

It seemed that at this moment, the twin purple lightning serpents transformed into twin purple lightning dragons.

"Twin serpents transforming into dragons? Has your cultivation base reached such a state? No wonder that lad Ying Ying Tianqing, for your sake, went alone to the Extradimensional Demon Realm to cultivate."

Lord Yaoshen's avatar's eyes shifted, and he let out a laugh. "In all fairness, you are indeed an outstanding figure among immortal dao disciples—receive my one strike, Heavenly Demon Devours the Sun."

While speaking, Lord Yaoshen's avatar gave a flick of his sleeve, and immediately heaven and earth became a sheet of pitch-black; all light vanished. Fang Yu had a feeling that at this moment the very heavens and earth had been loaded into Lord Yaoshen.

"Innate and acquired, one clear one turbid, heaven and earth reversed, the six thieves of the heart! Break for me!"

Within this darkness akin to eternal night, suddenly rang out Fang Qingxue's voice like ice and snow; with a crackling, two intense bolts of purple lightning suddenly tore through the darkness, and a figure appeared before Fang Yu—it was precisely Fang Qingxue.