It flashed like a breath like a sharp blade, but soon calmed down again. The demonized Zhu Yuanlong appeared in front of Zhu Yuanlong, as if nothing had happened. The demonized Zhu Yuanlong signaled Zhu Yuanlong to look at the clouds above the sky. The dense clouds seemed to be crossed by meteors, and they were neatly divided into two halves.

"This..." Zhu Yuanlong was completely shocked. In the blink of an eye, the demonized self in front of him actually split the "sky" into two halves.

"You don't need to be shocked, it's just a sword energy that transforms the clouds," said the demonized Zhu Yuanlong. "Do you still remember the fourth move I just told you, that is "fast", the omnipotent speed," said the demonized Zhu Yuanlong.

"Quick?" Zhu Yuanlong seemed to know that the "fast" mentioned by the person in front of him was different from the speed he had understood, otherwise it would not have become the fourth move of the Immortal Devouring Heavenly Book.

"Yes, it's fast, turn into a sword energy towards yourself, blending your body with the sword, you are the sword, the sword is you," said the demonized Zhu Yuanlong.

"So how to merge with each other?" Zhu Yuanlong asked in confusion.

"It depends on you to experience this yourself. Everyone has different experiences and different realms of cultivation. The God-Devouring Sword now recognizes you as the main one. It should not be difficult to have your mark. It should have initial results in ten or eight years." said Zhu Yuanlong, a demonized man.

"Ten years and eight years, I#￥%..." But thinking about it, cultivators can usually live for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, and they can live for three or five thousand years after entering the realm of martial immortals. These ten or eight years are really nothing.

Zhu Yuanlong quietly realized in the Mingyu cliff, and the God-Devouring Sword was standing in front of him. Zhu Yuanlong injected his soul into the God-Devouring Sword.

Suddenly, the world in the God-Devouring Sword turned out to be a gray fog world, with waves of solemn and murderous aura rolling with a strong smell of blood.

The plain of death is endless.

There were sounds coming from the front. Although the sound was not loud, it contained a devastating power!

There seemed to be something extremely terrifying in the distance.

"Boom"

On the blood-colored plain, the only mountain was destroyed in an instant

On the endless bloody earth, the mountain collapsed like paper, and then disappeared into ashes, with nothing left.

"rustle……"

It was like the sound of the wind blowing sand and sand coming faintly, but that power was absolutely unparalleled and seemed to destroy everything.

The gray mist surged from the horizon like a tide, and the sound was still very weak, like the sound of falling leaves rustling, very gentle, and there was no sign of violence.

However, Zhu Yuanlong felt great danger. The gray fog contained the power of death, like millions of ancient ghosts devouring everything.

Zhu Yuanlong couldn't help but feel trembling, "Go!" But the gray fog was quite fast, and even the instant shadow could not escape. When the fog touched Zhu Yuanlong's skin, it was like thousands of knives cutting his flesh, and it was like thousands of ghosts gnawing at his soul.

"Bang"

Zhu Yuanlong swung his fist to enhance the destructive power of the ancient demon. A qi shield formed around him to resist the gray mist, hoping to avoid the gray mist.

What is unimaginable is that the gray fog actually gnawed the air cover of the ancient demon that destroyed it. Zhu Yuanlong's clothes and body were "chewed" by the gray fog, and the flesh was blurred and the gray fog was whispered. Although it seemed gentle, it contained the power of destroying the ground.

Zhu Yuanlong waved his fist and banged forward, as if he was driving a road ahead. The vast fist force suddenly seemed like a star crashing into the vast sea, and the stormy waves swept across the world.

The gray fog) waves and waves emitted a majestic aura, absorbing the power that Zhu Yuanlong burst out in the blink of an eye.

"rustle……"

The power in the gray mist was shocking, as if countless blades were stabbing on the body, and the skin was filled with internal organs. Zhu Yuanlong felt a severe pain all over his body, and his bones all over his body seemed to be broken and uncomfortable.

In the gray mist full of death, I still had no idea, as if I was trapped in a maze full of destructive power, and I only knew how to run desperately.

There was a blur in front of me, and it seemed that a giant was moving in the gray fog. Zhu Yuanlong could not control it and flew towards the giant.

"Oh my God..." Zhu Yuanlong couldn't help but scream. The drifting giant turned out to be an island made of countless bones. In addition to the fog, it was empty and silent. Countless bones flashed with white glows, resisting the gray fog slowly moving.

A majestic aura came in a vast aura, and it was a dead end anyway. Zhu Yuanlong flew into the White Bone Mountain. At the moment when Zhu Yuanlong entered the White Bone Mountain, he fantasized about slaughtering bloody slaughtering in front of Zhu Yuanlong. When everyone was killed, a heart-wrenching pain was added to Zhu Yuanlong's body.

Zhu Yuanlong protected his heart with the power of the ancient god, sat quietly in the Bones Mountain, and used his cultivation to resist all this destruction. I don’t know how long it took, maybe a month, maybe a year, or maybe a longer time.

"Man is a knife, a knife is a human, and the human sword is a human, and the sword is integrated..." Zhu Yuanlong kept thinking about these words, and suddenly his heart lit up. Could it be that he wanted to understand all the evil spirits, demonic spirits, evil spirits, and even the experiences and hearts of the swords.

Zhu Yuanlong put away his resistance and let Gushan's murderous intent pour into his mind. Hundreds of thousands of souls killed by the God-Devouring Sword, the pain, hope, fear and sorrow they experienced all poured into Zhu Yuanlong's mind.

Zhu Yuanlong stood in the Bone Mountain, and white lights poured into Zhu Yuanlong's body. Each white light was the soul killed by a Northern Devouring Sword. Zhu Yuanlong was suffering from the devouring soul for the Devouring Sword and used his body to influence these resentment.

He was completely exhausted, and bloodshot was constantly overflowing from the corners of Zhu Yuanlong's mouth, which was pain and determination. If it weren't for the power of the life of the ancient god, Zhu Yuanlong would have long been lost.

Countless souls have no return in the God-Devouring Sword, and they are bound to the demonic and evil spirits of the God-Devouring Sword. Now Zhu Yuanlong uses his body as their container and sustenance.

Another month later, the demon soul turned into a part of Zhu Yuanlong's body. Zhu Yuanlong influenced these resentful souls. The resentful soul turned all resentment into a spiritual guardian force. As the resentful soul transformed into Zhu Yuanlong's guardian force, the huge bone mountain also lost the white light and gray fog to fight.

The gray fog immediately swallowed the entire huge bone mountain. The bone mountain suddenly turned into white dust and fell into the gray fog. When the gray fog was devouring Zhu Yuanlong again, the tens of thousands of ancient souls guarding power covered Zhu Yuanlong's body, and actually blocked the gray fog.

The gray fog is the murderous aura of the God-Devouring Sword. If you want to be united with the sword, you must personally understand the knife's intention and murderous aura. Zhu Yuanlong removed the spiritual protection power and let the gray fog swallow his body.

Pieces of flesh were peeled off in the gray mist, and blood was falling, but the energy power of the ancient gods regenerated again, the pain of cutting flesh and bones, and the pain of eroding the soul. Zhu Yuanlong gritted his teeth and endured all this. I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Yuanlong gradually felt his consciousness was blurred, and white bones were exposed on his arms and feet. The breath of death once again attacked Zhu Yuanlong’s consciousness.

Bang

Zhu Yuanlong fell backwards and fell in the gray mist. The gray mist covered Zhu Yuanlong's body heavily, swallowing Zhu Yuanlong's ** and soul.

.....

"My clan has no hatred with you. Since this time it is a misunderstanding, I would like to thank you for showing mercy." The demon of heaven seemed to feel that the other party was not an ordinary person, and he did not show any discomfort and pressure in front of him. It can be seen that his cultivation is not inferior to him.

"What a hypocritical word, but I won't pursue it anymore. After all, I am a large number of people." said the Demon Prince.

"Goodbye" The demon of heaven disappeared in the air with Aoki. The demon prince in the air seemed to be thinking about something, standing there blankly. After a moment, the demon prince was about to leave.

But at this time, eight golden lights fell from the sky, surrounding the demon prince in the middle. The golden light disappeared, and the eight Vajras were wearing golden robes and holding demon-subduing pestle.

"Amitabha, I don't know what advice is coming." The Demon Prince looked like he got a monk and asked the eight Vajras with his hands. The Demon Prince suddenly said something surprised the eight Buddha statues.
Chapter completed!