When the broken soul was weakest, Zhong Wuyin, whose inner demon changed, smiled silently and strided forward.

The steps didn't go far and were stopped again.

Chang Sheng on the opposite side has recovered.

Not only did he recover his human form, he also pinched the complicated sword techniques in his hand.

"Qianyun Sword Formation..."

Chang Sheng used the unfamiliar Qianyun Sword Formation in his whisper. He had already obtained this sword formation method, but unfortunately he could not cultivate it after thinking about it for a long time. It was not that he lacked talent, but that the sword formation of Qianyun Zhenren was really obscure.

Now that I have carefully observed the use of the inner demon Zhong Wuyin, I often feel like a revelation, and the obscure and hard to understand will disappear.

Thousands of sword lights gathered above the head. Although they were crooked and not like thunder, they looked like thousands of wild grass cow hairs, but they were used after all.

The ups and downs of sword lights came silently like white clouds.

The real Qianyun Sword Formation!

boom!!!

The sword formation exploded with a storm, blew Zhong Wuyin back two steps, and he also used the Qianyun Sword Formation to resist.

The sword formation and the sword formation roared and collided with each other, and the heavy rain around was shaken away.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Drips of rain of memory were refined into sword lights.

一次次千云剑阵,被常生越发熟练的施展,直至雨幕减小,直至钟无隐的身影被轰击成碎片.

The twisted fragments did not dissipate, but merged together to form a black mist that slowly squirmed.

Chang Sheng stared at the black fog silently. He knew that the inner demon was still there, but he didn't know what form he would appear next time.

Soon, the wriggling black mist gathered into a tall human body, with a sinister face, which was exactly what Helianmu looked like.

"Uncle Master, you have been impersonating for so many years, it's really hard for you. Let's take a break. Qianyun Sect can be left to me for jurisdiction. Don't worry, after you die, you will still be buried on Fuyao Peak."

The figure of the inner demon had a sneering sneer. When he raised his hand, the flames surged. The surrounding rain turned into a sea of ​​fire, and Chang Sheng was completely trapped in the flames.

Facing the flames, Chang Sheng's eyes remained unchanged. He raised his hand and summoned him. A raindrop in the sky paused, and then changed its shape and turned into sharp blades and stabbed into the sea of ​​fire. The large array of thousands of sharp blades extinguished the sea of ​​fire.

Under his feet was a fierce sword intent and a dazzling sword light. Although there was no physical form, the thousands of sword lights were still sharp.

The Qianyun Sword Formation was already easy to display, and Chang Sheng became more and more familiar with this sword formation.

The inner demon was not willing to be outdone, so he casts spells again to solidify the space into ice, and freezes all the thousands of sword lights and countless raindrops.

"If you can't use the rain to transform your sword, how can you fight back? Uncle, die with peace of mind. Anyway, you are also a fake guy. Isn't it good to follow the real genius?"

The inner demon's voice smirked, and his body emitted extremely cold air. He was walking around in the ice, approaching Chang Sheng step by step.

With the sound of footsteps, Helianmu, transformed by the inner demon, came to Chang Sheng, raised the sword in his hand, and grinned at the corner of his mouth strangely to the ears. He howled excitedly: "Die! Die! Die! Hahaha! This body belongs to me! It belongs to me!"

With a click, the knife fell with his hand, and Changsheng, who was frozen into ice, was divided into two halves by a sword.

The inner demon's crazy laughter was very sharp, shaking so that the whole piece of ice was shaking. The sound of cracking ice was constantly shaking, and ice chips began to splash from the top of the ice.

Above the huge ice cube, a black shadow like a pointed cone is falling, and at the same time, a black shadow like a pointed cone is rushing out below the ice cube.

咔咔的碎裂声出现,心魔的狂笑嘎然而止.

The two huge shadows that rushed from the top of the head and under the feet were already closed together, and then opened and closed again, and then bit the giant ice and the inner demon together like chewing.

The one who chewed the huge ice was two fangs, and the owner of the fangs gradually appeared, which was Changsheng.

"Inner Demon, you underestimate my soul power."

The giant-like Changsheng showed his true power, and the soul he transformed was like a god or a demon.

"So, then let's have a real confrontation, Brother Hentian."

As Helianmu's figure was chewed to pieces, another figure as tall as Changsheng appeared from a distance, looking like Fan Dao, and the inner demon also released all its power, comparable to Changsheng's soul.

Two huge figures began to fight in the soul space.

The moves used by the two were exactly the same, both were the sword formation and the firewood-cutting technique. The hundreds of swords condensed with the power of the soul were Huo Shengfeng. Each bombardment was a contest of the power of the soul.

The fierce battle lasted for a long time, and the two giants on the battlefield became smaller and smaller, and finally returned to normal size.

The soul power of both sides was quickly consumed, but the inner demon was the first to consume it, and with a bang it turned into a bunch of bubbles.

Chang Sheng felt very difficult to fight in succession, even though it was between the souls. If he hadn't eaten the Pill of Cultivation, it would have been equivalent to refining Zhong Wuyin's soul power, and it would have been a big deal to defeat the inner demon.

Just as I was about to take a breath, the bubbles on the opposite side actually condensed together again, forming a steady woman, who looked exactly like Wen Qiuqing.

"Junior Brother Chang, you have always deceived us. How can you bear it when so many people died in the Silkworm King's tomb?"

Wen Qiuqing's questioning seemed heartbroken, and with a sad expression, she showed her weak and kind side without a doubt. Facing such a woman, no one could do anything.

If you are confused by the inner demon, the fate will be very miserable, because Wen Qiuqing is tempted while moving her steps, approaching Chang Sheng step by step.

Click.

The sword light flashed, and Wen Qiuqing's figure was cut into three pieces with an unbelievable gaze, and then turned into a pool of rain.

The rainfall falling to the ground was squirming unwillingly, and suddenly a bubble popped up. The bubble twisted for a while, gradually forming a strong outline, with the appearance exactly like a slutty person.

The inner demon was still using bewitching methods, and he was already exhausted. Before he could speak, he was cut in half by a sword light.

"Master... save me..."

The broken Gou turned into a small cotton shape. The little girl only had half of her body, and she supported her hands and crawled towards Changsheng step by step, looking extremely miserable.

Seeing Xiao Cotton's appearance, Chang Sheng's firm gaze shook for a moment, and then became furious.

"I have no demons in my heart!"

boom!!!

Thousands of sword lights were like rain, submerging the figure of the little cotton, and the shadow of the inner demon disappeared without a trace.

All around was the crackling sound of raindrops falling.

The rain in the soul space continued to fall, and Changsheng's eyes were blurred.

I can't see the way forward clearly, and I can't see the way out clearly.

He lowered his head and opened his hand. The familiar yin and yang mysterious energy turned into two faint fogs, like extinguished flames, twisted in the palm of his hand, without any power.

果然,这里是药局空间.

Pharmacy space obscured by the rain of memory.

"As long as you have the heart, you will have a demon..."

The whispers like crying and complaining lingered in my ears, the inner demon did not completely disappear, and the ghosts remained undispersed.

"Let me see where is the demon in your heart... I found it, it turns out to be at the end of my memory. Look, she is here..."

As the inner demon whispered, the rain gradually became heavier, and the surrounding scenery became more and more gloomy, but some shabby outlines appeared.

Memories trace back to childhood. Changsheng's place was a dilapidated neighborhood. In front of him, a white but dirty little hand was parked.
Chapter completed!