In contrast, Mo Xian was just a small grain of dust. The gods and demons glanced at Mo Xian and sucked it. Before Mo Xian could react, a huge force that could not resist was put into his mouth. △

The gods and demons swallowed Mo Xian in one mouthful, their body shrank, their breath was released, and they began to assimilate Mo Xian's purple mansion.

Mo Xian was swallowed by the gods and demons in one bite. The gods and demons thought everything was settled. He forgot that he was not an entity. For many years, day after day, he was trapped here, and his body was absorbed and suppressed by Qingsang. His will was not crazy, and it was no longer simple, so it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a memory himself.

He was an illusory body. Mo Xian entered his belly and saw various hell scenes like a furnace. Without thinking, he called another magic weapon instead of the tortoise shell. Because he subconsciously believed that the tortoise shell did not guard him, he called the Wujian Altar.

He himself did not realize that he was just an illusory consciousness body, and there was any magic weapon, but he just adjusted it out. He himself did not understand that in his purple palace, everything was a display of consciousness, and the role of the spirit was at its limit. He believed that the Wujian Altar appeared, and the Wujian Altar appeared, and it really played the role of the Wujian Altar.

This is the home advantage. Mo Xian is not very clear about it. He is the master of his purple mansion. This is also the reason why the gods and demons transform into infinite size and swallow Mo Xian in one bite as soon as they enter his purple mansion.

Because the gods and demons knew that this was Mo Xian's home court and could not leave time for him to think, he simply swallowed him and made him think he was dead, but the gods and demons found ways to assimilate Mo Xian's purple mansion.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xian did not surrender, but instead hit him right by chance.

As soon as the Wujian altar came out, it immediately settled the world in the stomachs of gods and demons. The black light was great. Mo Xian saw that it was effective. This time he was almost dead, and all his methods were not reserved.

The kidney god Xuanming carried the snow soul bead, the liver god dragon smoke carried the peach wood, the lung god Haohua carried the Yin Talisman sword, the mind god Danyuan carried the Lizhu, and all of them flew out to protect Mo Xian from all directions. Mo Xian roared, the giant whale sang out, and a punch was blowing out. The gods and demons suddenly burst into the abdomen. The gods and demons were assimilating the surrounding purple palace, and suddenly, their abdomen exploded.

Not only was the abdomen exploded, but the entire waist was broken, turning into thick smoke. Mo Yi broke out of the abdomen. In front of it, there was the Heart Spirit Dan Yu Zhu, and the Lizhu was on the top of the head, and the Kidney God Xuanming stood on the back of Xuanwu. The Snow Soul Pearl shone in the sky; on the left is the Liver Dragon smoke crossing the Qinglong, and a green light on the fingertips, a peach tree rose up vigorously; on the right, there was the lung God Haohua sitting on the white tiger, and the sword energy of the middle Yin talisman was long; there was also the Wujian altar on the head, and he appeared again, showing that his treasures were numerous, which were so shocked that the gods and demons could not believe it.

"Impossible, why do you have so many magic weapons? How could you call these magic weapons in the Purple Mansion?" the god and demon shouted.

Mo Xian was stunned and then understood, and the gods and demons also understood that the gods and demons had never thought that with magic weapons as the main force, his body was the best weapon. Until now, he had forgotten that he was just a spirit, and he thought he was the body of the gods and demons.

Mo Xian suddenly realized that these magic weapons were all illusions, because Mo Xian understood the functions of the magic weapons and realized them. If he did not understand their functions, even if he transformed them, his power would be much worse than that of his magic weapons.

Mo Xian laughed: "Thank you for reminding me that I will make the decision on my territory!"

As he said that, he showed another magic weapon, which was the true form of the mountain. This was completely transformed into him. He appeared at his feet, and the peaks were like a bunch of lights. But Mo Xian obviously felt that this magic weapon did not play much role, it was just a spiritual transformation. Although the other ones, although they knew it was his spiritual transformation, they really had the power of magic weapons.

Because Mo Xian has already sacrificed and refined these magic weapons and has mastered the functions clearly, but the true form of the mountain has not been sacrificed and refined. He has to prepare for the spleen god. Although the spleen god has appeared, because time hastily, there is no time to combine the treasure.

The demon god transformed again, standing tall and above, but Mo Xian also transformed with it. The peach wood was like a giant tree that penetrated the sky, and its roots were pierced into the demon god's body. In an instant, the spirit with attributes turned into pure and unattributed mental power, nourishing Mo Xian's soul, and Lizhu was even more flame-like. Under the influence of the spiritual fire, a wisp of smoke floated out of him, and was absorbed by Mo Xian's purple palace world in a blink of an eye. The purple palace world was expanding and becoming stronger.

As the Yin Talisman sword light passes through, there are also wisps of spirit separated from the demon god's body, while the Snow Soul Bead covers the demon god. The demon god cannot even change, and can only howl on the spot. This is the disadvantage of others' purple mansion. In the purple mansion, the master has an unparalleled advantage. Unless he lacks confidence and does not understand the essence, he can be taken over.

The strategy adopted by the Demon God at the beginning was undoubtedly correct. If one person was changed, he might be taken over. This is why some monks would rather take over the body of the dead person in a helpless situation because there was no master in the purple palace.

Mo Xian digested the spiritual power of the demon god, and countless talismans flowed into his heart, but he didn't have much memory. Mo Xian finally understood what he said. He was just a memory, not even his origin or name. It seemed that a demon god appeared in the air. In his heart, Mo Xian still found something useful, a weapon refining technique, a secret demon god weapon technique in the heavens. This weapon refining technique cannot be called a weapon refining technique at all. It is somewhat similar to the principle of the Jingyuan Pill. It uses powerful corpses as materials to melt the essence of the whole body together to form a divine weapon.

Although Mo Xian is not proficient in any weapon refining method, he knows the common weapon refining methods. He never thought that this method was a completely domineering and non-spoken weapon refining method.

The sound of the demon god howled became weaker and weaker, and Mo Xian suddenly shook. At the end, in this memory, there was a strange sentence, an incomplete sentence.

"Space-time intercept? Who am I?"

When Mo Xian saw this word, he remembered that he had read a book "Record of Practice Confusions", which was a book that no one cares about, because it was completely absurd to the monks. When Mo Xian was in the Sutra Pavilion, he almost read all the books that could be read in the Sutra Pavilion.

There is a passage in the book that Buddhism has the past Buddha, present Buddha and future Buddha, and Taoism has the three purity, which is essentially the same. Yuanshi Tianzun belongs to the past, Moral Tianzun belongs to the present, and Lingbao Tianzun belongs to the future. In this way, there should be a kind of supernatural power that can intercept elephants and divide a person into countless parts, belonging to different time and space. This kind of supernatural power can be called intercepting time and space.

If this is the case, then the situation of this demon god is easy to explain why he only has one memory, who put him in here, as if suppressing a big monster. If it is intercepting time and space, then it is not that there are dozens of him, or hundreds, or more fragments involved.

The demon god had disappeared. At the moment of his death, Mo Xian woke up. His merits were not enough to stay in the spiritual platform of the Purple Mansion. As soon as the matter was done in the Purple Mansion, he disappeared from the Purple Mansion. Mo Xian did not pay attention. His mental power had made great progress, and he did not know yet.

As he opened his eyes, the tortoise shells on his head were still layer by layer with yellow light, and the demonic energy from the outside did not enter the thunder pool. Mo Xian was stunned, thinking for a moment, and understood that the demonic energy did not enter his purple palace.

The huge demonic energy lost the guidance of the demon god's consciousness, but surrounded it layer by layer on the outer edge of the tortoise shell. He smiled, and the consciousness moved, and the Xuanyin beast gathering banner appeared and threw it into the demonic energy. It swept the demonic energy into the Xuanyin space, and changed it. The demonic energy faded over and over again, gradually turning into Xuanyin demonic energy. The strong god and demon king opened his eyes and closed his eyes again. Around him, countless monsters formed in the Xuanyin space.

The immortal will in the space dissipated. As the immortal will dissipated, another fierce aura began to move. Many python-like roots appeared on the ground, like living creatures, trying to bind the evil thing.

Mo Xian saw that the roots of the tree were broken one after another, and the aura became stronger and stronger. When approaching it, the roots seemed to hesitate. The soil on the ground cracked, and a huge corpse floated out, with the snake's body and four wings, dozens of feet long. Mo Xian recognized it. It was a snake. The corpse was still dripping with blood. The blood splashed down and found the sound of steel clashing.

The thing that the demon god suppressed was it. Now the demon god was digested by Mo Xian. There was nothing to suppress the corpse of the snake. Even the green mulberry tree could not suppress it.

Mo Xian was under the breath of will. He walked into the corpse of the snake step by step, his face turned pale. He was under tremendous pressure. This was just the corpse of the snake.

Although Mo Xian's face turned pale, he finally walked to the corpse of Songs and stared at the huge corpse.

"The Xuanling Refining Method, refining the secret demonic weapons of the heavens, protecting immortality forever, Taixuan Sanyi keeps the true form, and is urgent and as directed as the law."

He obtained the secret demonic weapon technique of the heavens from the memory of the demon god, and it happened to be used here. A sword hilt appeared on the top of the head of the snake, and blood in the deep pit underground flowed backwards and entered the body from the wound.

Mo Xian stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and a flame lit up on the hilt of the sword. Mo Xian's face was expressionless. His hand was in the flame, but there was no pain. He pulled it hard, and the fierce aura gathered on the sword.

The sword ignited a surging blue flame, and the entire flame surrounded Mo Xian. Mo Xian's hand began to turn black, and the flame gradually converged and disappeared into the sword. Mo Xian held a three-foot green edge in his hand. His hand had returned to its original state. With a light sound, it was the essence of the snake, refined by the bones of the snake. One talisman after another appeared in the surface of the sword. As soon as the sword was pulled out, the corpse of the snake suddenly disappeared like powder.

Sure enough, a good sword, completely the essence of the snake, so it called it the snake sword. Mo Xian thought of the snake sword, and the sword whistled softly: "It's really a good sword, and he actually understands the master's mind!"

Mo Xian praised him, and raised the sword in his hand, and countless streams of colors appeared on the body of the sword.

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