The Fall of the Demon Country

At this moment, Qingqiu Ancestor held two Divine Weapons, his might already astonishing beyond measure.

Yet Han Zheng still wore an indifferent expression and even shook his head lightly.

Divine Weapons were powerful, but weapons were ultimately just weapons. It depended on who wielded them.

Qingqiu Ancestor had sacrificed his physical body and exerted the full power of two Divine Weapons. He had practically placed his hopes in the Divine Weapons rather than himself.

But he, Han Zheng, was not someone two weapons could defeat.

As Qingqiu Ancestor let out a shrill, explosive roar, boundless exterminating killing intent gathered upon the God Severing Immortal Slaying Blade.

This blade seemed condensed from the very source of killing intent in the world. It contained only the true meaning of absolute slaughter and annihilation, tyrannical and overbearing beyond compare.

As the Soul Seizing Soul Capturing Bell swayed, waves of dazzling golden ripples spread outward. Yet what they targeted was a martial artist's Yang God.

When the bell rang, it seized souls and pursued spirits. At best, one's Yang God would tremble; at worst, even one's Three Souls and Seven Spirits would be completely shaken apart by the Divine Weapon!

The golden ripples were the fastest. The instant the bell swayed, they had practically already appeared before Han Zheng.

But in the next moment, an even fiercer golden radiance surged around Han Zheng.

His incomparably powerful and tyrannical Yang God body emerged, directly blasting the Soul Seizing Soul Capturing Bell's power to pieces!

Qingqiu Ancestor's eyes widened in disbelief. How could Han Zheng's strength possibly be this powerful?

The next moment, the God Severing Immortal Slaying Blade fell. Blood-red killing intent streaked across the sky as though it would cleave the entire space in two.

Han Zheng gave a cold snort and formed a