Chapter 273 Take Your Sword, Cut Off Your Head! This Is the True Loot Drop!

"Give me… explode!!!"

Accompanied by the hysterical roar Gu Lan emitted from the bottom of his heart.

"Rumble—!!!"

The floor of the entire underground mausoleum was instantly overturned!

From the thick ashes scattered at the feet of the dried corpse, which previously seemed completely harmless, hundreds of extremely violent blue-red pillars of fire suddenly rushed out!

These pillars of fire were all Origin fire seeds of the Green Lotus Core Flame and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire that Gu Lan had quietly wrapped in True Qi and precisely planted like landmines in the piles of ashes while slaughtering the one hundred and eight Yao Beasts just moments ago!

The dried corpse completely failed to guard against its feet!

All its attention was focused on Gu Lan's left hand that was tightly gripping the blade, completely unexpected that this Junior who looked like he had run out of fuel could still hide such an insidious move!

"Bang!!!"

Hundreds of different fire seeds detonated simultaneously, and their power was simply no less than a miniature nuclear bomb exploding right under the dried corpse's crotch.

The violent flame storm, mixed with extreme high temperature, instantly devoured the huge body of the dried corpse.

"Roarahhh—!!!"

The dried corpse let out a scream that was tragic to the extreme.

The incomparably hard black gold battle armor on its body, which even a heavy punch from Gu Lan failed to completely shatter, was directly blasted into black fragments flying all over the sky under the point-blank detonation of the dual alien fires.

The bones of its legs were even blasted to snap inch by inch, and the huge impact force blew its whole person into mid-air.

And the weeping blood demonic blade in its hand, which it regarded as life itself, also slipped out of its hand because of this sudden and violent explosion, tracing a bloody parabola in mid-air.

"Good opportunity!"

Although Gu Lan was also blown away by the aftermath of the explosion, a madness like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey flashed in his purple eyes.

He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his feet fiercely kicked off a falling boulder in mid-air, and his entire person rushed toward the falling weeping blood demonic blade like an arrow leaving the string.

"Snap!"

Gu Lan grabbed and firmly held the rough and cold hilt of the weeping blood demonic blade!

It felt extremely heavy in his hand!

It was simply like holding a ten-thousand-zhang high mountain, almost dislocating Gu Lan's arm.

"Hum—!!!"

The moment Gu Lan grasped the hilt, an extremely terrifying and extremely repulsive bloody Evil Qi and demonic might suddenly erupted from inside the weeping blood demonic blade!

This sword was, after all, the natal divine weapon of the First Generation Demon Lord, containing the supreme will of the First Generation Demon Lord. How could it possibly be willing to be held in the hands of a Golden Core Stage Junior?

"Want to resist?!"

Countless blood-red Evil Qi climbed up Gu Lan's arm like poisonous snakes, attempting to drill into his seven orifices and shred his Divine Soul.

Gu Lan only felt bursts of ghostly howling sounds ringing in his mind, and terrifying illusions of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared before his eyes, causing his head to split with pain.

"Mere scrap metal, how dare you act high and mighty in front of Laozi?!"

Gu Lan opened his eyes wide with anger, directly biting the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of vital blood onto the hilt.

"ten-pattern purple extreme golden core! Suppress it for Laozi!"

"Pure Yang blood! Burn!"

Gu Lan poured all the Purple Extreme Devilish Qi in his body and the ultimate Yang Qi and blood of the Top-grade Pure Yang Body into the weeping blood demonic blade through both arms without reservation!

Use violence to curb violence!

If you want to compare Evil Qi, Laozi's Purple Extreme Devilish Qi is the top-tier product of the Heavenly Demon Creation Art, the devil among devils! If you want to compare violence, Laozi's Pure Yang fire can burn your blood Evil Qi to ashes!

"Surrender to Laozi!!!"

Gu Lan let out a beast-like roar, the veins on his arms bulging, and forcibly used pure strength and Devilish Qi to ruthlessly suppress the Qi of blood and evil that attempted to backfire!

"Hum…"

The weeping blood demonic blade let out an unwilling wail, the blood light on the sword body instantly dimming, and the originally manic sword body finally became obedient in Gu Lan's hands.

Subdued!

"My divine weapon… return it to me!"

At this moment, the blown-away dried corpse slammed heavily onto the ground. Although it had lost its legs and its lower body was blown to tatters, the blood fire in its eye sockets burned more violently than ever before.

Its weapon being seized made it feel even more furious than killing it!

The dried corpse used its remaining arms to fiercely claw at the ground, dragging its battered body, and crawled toward Gu Lan while roaring like a mad zombie.

That endless resentment caused the surrounding temperature to drop to freezing point once again.

"Return it to you?"

Gu Lan held the newly subdued weeping blood demonic blade with both hands. Feeling the terrifying, sea-like boundless power inside the sword body, the smile on the corner of his mouth became extremely cruel.

Not only did he not retreat, but instead he dragged the zhang-long giant sword backward and walked step by step toward the dried corpse.

The wide blade dragged on the obsidian floor, frictioning out a streak of dazzling sparks and making a harsh, scalp-numbing sound.

"Old thing, your era has long passed. Today, I will use your own sword to send you completely on your way!"

Gu Lan walked to a place less than ten zhang away from the dried corpse and suddenly planted his feet.

He took a deep breath and squeezed out all the remaining strength in his body.

"Hah—!!!"

Gu Lan exerted force from his waist, the muscles on his arms instantly swelling by a circle, swung the incomparably heavy weeping blood demonic blade, traced a perfect full moon in mid-air, and fiercely slashed down at the dried corpse on the ground!

"Boom!!!"

He didn't use any fancy sword techniques.

It was pure strength, coupled with the supreme sharpness inherent in the weeping blood demonic blade itself!

A terrifying Sword Qi tens of zhang long, solid like blood-colored crystals, directly illuminated the entire underground mausoleum in a bloody red.

The dried corpse raised its arms in an attempt to block.

But this time, its proud hard bones were as fragile as paper in front of its own natal divine weapon.

"Rip!"

The bloody Sword Qi cut off the dried corpse's arms like a hot knife through butter, and then slashed from its crown down to its crotch without any hindrance!

"Bang!"

Under this sword strike, the huge remnant body of the dried corpse was neatly split into two halves!

The two crimson blood fires in its eye sockets flickered twice abruptly, and finally, like a pinched-out candle, completely extinguished.

The Ancestral Master of the Demonic Cult of a generation, the peerless Demon Lord who dominated the ancient times, was today completely chopped into a pile of shattered bones by a Golden Core Stage Junior using its own sword.

"Hoo… This time Laozi really doesn't have a single drop left."

Seeing that the dried corpse was thoroughly dead, Gu Lan's legs went soft, and he directly knelt on one knee on the ground.

He leaned heavily on the weeping blood demonic blade with both hands, panting heavily. His whole body looked as if it had been soaked in blood water, covered in shocking wounds, and intense pain surged like a tide, making him feel that even moving a single finger was a struggle.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Crisp clapping sounds resounded in the silent mausoleum.

Ye Hongzhuang had walked over from the entrance at some point.

Stepping in black gold long boots, she stepped on the thick ashes without making a single sound. On that peerlessly beautiful and bewitching face hung an extremely satisfied smile.

"Not bad. Very courageous, and also ruthless enough."

Ye Hongzhuang walked up to Gu Lan and looked down at him.

"Using the alien fire I bestowed upon you as a trap, and then seizing the enemy's weapon to counter-kill. Slashing a demonic body comparable to the Late Stage Nascent Soul with the Early Golden Core Stage, looking across the thousand-year history of the entire Heavenly Demon Palace, a second person cannot be found with your combat record."

"This subordinate… relies entirely on the usual cultivation by the Sovereign…"

Gu Lan forcefully pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, his voice as weak as a mosquito's hum.

He really had no strength to flatter now, and just wanted to quickly lie down and sleep for three days and three nights.

Ye Hongzhuang ignored his weakness, her gaze falling directly on the weeping blood demonic blade that Gu Lan was tightly leaning on in his hands.

This was her true purpose for coming here!

"Bring it here."

Ye Hongzhuang extended a hand.

Even though Gu Lan had ten thousand reliances in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't keep this thing at all. An innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth; if this sword remained in his hands, he would be hunted down by the people of the entire Demonic Cult the moment he walked out of this door.

"Yes… Sovereign."

Gu Lan released his hand, and the weeping blood demonic blade slammed onto the ground with a clang sound.

Ye Hongzhuang flicked her wrist, and a massive suction force directly sucked the heavy giant sword into her hand.

Her deep phoenix eyes stared fixedly at the ancient demonic blood flowing on the sword blade, and a near-mad greed and excitement erupted deep in her eyes.

"It truly is the Origin of a pure ancient demon god!"

Ye Hongzhuang stroked the sword body, even her voice trembling slightly.

"With this power, my Soul Transformation Stage Bottleneck can finally be broken! Within ten years, I will definitely enter the Void Refining realm! By then, who in the entire world would dare not submit?!"

Looking at Ye Hongzhuang, who had fallen into an extreme state of fanaticism and was wholeheartedly perceiving the power of the demonic sword.

Gu Lan, who was slumped on the ground, slightly rolled his eyeballs.

This Old Hag's attention was entirely on that broken sword right now, and she simply didn't have time to manage him.

Gu Lan turned his head without a sound, his gaze passing over the dried corpse's remains and landing on the huge black throne where the dried corpse had been sitting just moments ago.

"Since this old fellow is the First Generation Demon Lord, in such a big tomb, it's impossible that there is only one sword as a burial object, right?"

Gu Lan endured the severe pain all over his body, gritted his teeth, and slowly crawled toward that black throne using his hands and feet.

His movements were very light, just like a silently moving gecko.

Crawling to the front of the throne, Gu Lan poked out his head and scanned a circle quickly.

The surface of the throne was covered with dust and dried bloodstains, and it seemed to have nothing special.

"Could it really be so poor that only a sword is left?"

Gu Lan was somewhat unwilling, reaching out to grope on the skull armrest of the throne.

Suddenly!

His fingers touched an extremely concealed protrusion deep inside the eye socket of the skull on the right armrest.

Gu Lan felt a burst of joy in his heart, and without any hesitation, he directly pressed down hard.

"Click."

An extremely slight mechanical click sounded, so small that it was completely covered by the humming sound of Ye Hongzhuang playing with the demonic sword over there.

Immediately following, a black stone slab right in the center of the throne seat slowly popped open, revealing a palm-sized secret compartment.

Gu Lan stretched his neck to look into the secret compartment, and his breathing instantly stagnated.

There were no gold, silver, or jewels in the secret compartment, nor any divine weapons or Sharp Weapons.

There was only an archaic ring whose entire body presented a deep dark golden color.

This ring looked utterly unremarkable, without even a shred of spiritual power fluctuation, just like cheap stall goods casually bought at a roadside stall.

But the moment Gu Lan's fingers touched that ring, the ten-pattern purple extreme golden core inside his body, as if encountering some existence of the same Origin or even a higher level, let out an extremely violent roar and desire!

"Good thing!"

Gu Lan didn't know what this was at all, but he knew that something that could be hidden so deeply by the First Generation Demon Lord, which even Ye Hongzhuang hadn't discovered, was definitely the true supreme treasure in this tomb!

This was the true loot drop!

Gu Lan's movements were as fast as lightning, grabbing that dark golden ring into his hand and directly stuffing it into the deepest part of his Storage Pouch.

Afterward, he quickly pressed the secret compartment back to its original position, acting as if nothing had happened, and lay sprawlingly under the steps of the throne, continuing to painfully pant and groan.

"Ouch… It hurts me to death…"

At the very moment Gu Lan had just lain down properly.

Ye Hongzhuang, who was holding the weeping blood demonic blade, suddenly turned her head, her knife-sharp phoenix eyes staring straight at Gu Lan lying under the throne.