"Demon Marrow Sword, Mr. Wu!"
Qi Ruyan below saw the flying knife clearly and exclaimed.
Her face turned pale, and her magic power surged. The magic dragon blade in the center of the magic circle turned into a stream of light, suspended above her head, and shed a dark red halo, blessing the magic shield.
Abbot Zhiyuan on the side sighed softly, clasped his hands and said, "Well done, Great Spirit King Buddha, Fellow Daoist Wu, you are still here."
As he spoke, a light golden aura, with a sense of peace and compassion, radiated outwards with the fat monk as the center. Black rays and dots of white starlight emerged from the surrounding demonic aura. .
Sweeping by the golden light, the energy of these demonic spirits submerged into the forbidden spiritual light outside the mountain peak. A trace of dark golden light appeared in the cracked gap, which not only prevented the forbidden from shattering, but also converged on the purple-black flying knife above. go.
"You bald donkey are really nosy!" A low, cold voice came from far away.
In the mid-air a hundred feet away, an old man with a hooked nose suddenly appeared. He was thin and wearing an exquisite magic-patterned robe. His eyes were purple-black, and there were several purple-black halos surrounding his body.
This person is Wu Wenxuan, the supreme elder of Yuan Mo Sect and the only god-transforming demon cultivator in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He looked at the dark golden light heading towards the flying knife and snorted coldly. A sense of cruelty filled his body. The three-inch flying knife trembled slightly, then turned into a stream of light and shot back, sinking into his sleeve. Disappear.
Abbot Zhiyuan recited the Buddha's name and said: "Fellow Daoist Wu, the Broken Kingdom is about to open. We should conserve our strength. If two demon kings appear this time, we may not be sure to deal with them. Why start a war and waste energy?"
Wu Wenxuan sneered and said: "If you want me to retreat, it's very simple. As long as you hand over the Demon Dragon Blade, not only will I leave, but also these Demon Cultivators Wu will also take them away, so that the Holy Demon Sect will not be harmed again." .”
While he was speaking, several war boats in the distance and dozens of Yuanying Stage monks' escaping lights all poured into the mountains. These people had a tacit understanding and bypassed the core mountain gate and attacked various peaks. .
Wu Wenxuan glanced at the generous magic sword above Qi Ruyan's head, then looked at Zhiyuan, and then said: "Putting the magic dragon blade in the hands of this junior is a waste. If Wu has this weapon, his strength will be greatly enhanced." , he can contain a demon king by himself."
Abbot Zhiyuan slowly shook his head and said: "Fellow Daoist Wu, you have merged with the true demon's will and are the soul of a half-demon. The demon spirit in the Demon Dragon Blade does not match yours. Forcing it will only cause a conflict of wills."
"Furthermore, Wu Daoyou's half-demon soul may only be able to exert half of its strength when faced with the demon king coming from across the border. Even with the Demon Dragon Blade in hand, how can he contain the demon king alone?"
Wu Wenxuan was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "Zhiyuan, because of this, Wu's demand for the Demon Dragon Blade is far greater than that of others. If what I expected is correct, after so many years, the killing intent in the Demon Dragon Blade has already Dacheng.”
There was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes as he said: "Wu is studying a secret technique to refining the soul. The intention of killing is derived from the intention of the real devil and belongs to the will of the devil. If everything goes well, Wu may be able to reverse the soul." , Return to the soul of humanity.”
"With the new power of will, coupled with the power of the Demon Dragon Blade, I will definitely be able to compete with the Demon King."
Zhiyuan looked at the other party's expression and sighed softly: "When the Holy Demon King refined the Demon Dragon Blade, he said that only by advancing to the divine form with new demonic intent can one truly control the Demon Dragon Blade. It is impossible for a soul polluted by demonic intent to succeed."
"Wu Daoyou forcibly absorbs the demonic intention in the Demon Dragon Blade, which will only hurt both sides, and the soul may be damaged. But if this magic weapon is in the hands of Daoyou Qi, it can at least deliver the strongest blow, and it can also pose a threat to the Demon King. "
Wu Wenxuan's face darkened when he heard this. The thick true energy in his body surged. The three conical magic weapons that had broken the formation before appeared behind him at some point and turned into the size of a palm. There was still an amazing magical aura inside.
"Having said so much, I still don't want to hand over the Demon Dragon Blade. Old monk, don't think that you can really compete with the monks in the transformation stage if you have realized the power of will on your own. Wu wants to see if you can keep the Holy Demon Sect. "
As he spoke, the three conical magic weapons shined brightly, turning into three large purple-black knife-tip shadows with a metallic luster. They looked like real objects, carrying terrifying demonic pressure and incomparable ferocity. With his thoughts, he blasted past the restrictions outside the mountain peak, and a large amount of demonic energy around them continued to gather towards them like rays of light.
Abbot Zhiyuan looked solemn, opened his clasped hands, and the two diamond circles on his wrists shot out, doubling in size as he spoke the obscure incantation.
The black light flying around the cone magic weapon trembled slightly, as if it was affected, and a small half rushed towards the diamond circle. In addition, some white haloes and sparse spiritual energy emerged from the nearby thin spiritual energy. They were all drawn out.
Under the convergence of the two kinds of energy, a dark golden Buddhist shadow appeared outside the two diamond circles, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed everything.
"Boom!"
Dark golden aura and purple-black halo intertwined, bursting out with brilliant brilliance.
Wu Wenxuan's magic weapon has been blessed with vitality transformation, and its power is terrifying. Every blow seems to have the power to move mountains and seas. I don't know what magical power Zhiyuan uses. It doesn't look like vitality transformation, but it can match it. contend.
Several magic weapons were locked in a stalemate with each other, and the terrifying energy and power were condensed within them. No unnecessary fluctuations were released, but the pressure in the air became heavier and heavier.
Although the power of Abbot Zhiyuan's diamond circle is not weak, the number of magic weapons is not dominant. Occasionally, a few residual blades of vitality break through the defense line and hit the restrictions outside the mountain peak, causing the entire mountain peak to tremble.
Seeing the restriction that was about to be broken, Abbot Zhiyuan said attentively: "Junior brother, go to other places for support. This place is too dangerous."
"Yes, Brother Abbot." Zhiyuan did not hesitate and flew in the other direction of the mountain. He could not participate in a battle at the level of a god, and it would be a hindrance here.
As for Qi Ruyan, with the protection of the Demon Dragon Blade, self-protection is not a problem, and it can also deter Wu Laomo.
When Wu Wenxuan saw Zhiyuan leaving, he did not stop him. He continued to control the magic weapon and said calmly: "It is indeed the will that he realized on his own. The control of the demonic energy is no less than the power of the soul."
"But if you stop me again, don't blame Wu for not caring about others."
Having said this, he stretched out his right hand, and the purple-black knife from before was suspended in the palm of his hand. Threads of pure black light shot out from the tip of the knife, like some kind of lightning, and the surrounding demonic energy disappeared.
At this moment, most of the originally balanced demonic energy turned towards the cone-shaped magic weapon. The latter's purple-black demonic light exploded, completely knocking the diamond circle away and blasting towards the dim restriction.
"boom!"
The restriction inlaid with golden light was completely shattered, turning into dots of spiritual light that spread out.
There was a cold look in Wu Wenxuan's eyes, and the true energy in his body was surging. The purple-black knife spun in the palm of his hand, like a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding black light, and even the halo was absorbed.
Then he waved with one hand, and the purple-black knife was like a breathless mortal object, rushing into the broken forbidden aura...
