The spiritual platform was dark, and Wang Zheng's heart was left with the last glimmer of light.

Just when Wang Zheng was planning to use Zixiao Flame while his spiritual intelligence was not falling into the darkness, Wang Zheng suddenly found that there were fierce sword intents everywhere in his spiritual platform.

Feeling the madness that was like a ferocious beast but had no connection with him, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth.

"Demon Sword, Slash!"

In the spiritual platform, Wang Zheng let out a silence. Then a crazy sound of swords like a ferocious beast came out of the cage resounded throughout Wang Zheng's spiritual platform.

Countless invisible sword intents rage in Wang Zheng’s spiritual platform with fierce murderous hearts!

The fierce sound of the sword overshadowed everything. Under the terrifying demonic path, Prince Zhagu's thoughts could not cause any storm.

After all, a thought is equivalent to an ordinary person’s idea. And this is Wang Zheng’s home court, and there is also the magic sword that kills the sky and the earth.

Even if it is the idea of ​​a powerful demigod, you still can't make a comeback in Wang Zheng's spiritual platform!

Thoughts? You can die!

With Prince Zhagu's idea being killed, Wang Zheng finally completed the absorption of Prince Zhagu's blood.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was sitting there alone in the Demon Pool.

Blood vessels burst out on their naked body, releasing the strange red light, like complex patterns depicted on Wang Zheng's body.

Wang Zheng's forehead was beating even more, as if something was brewing in it.

"Next, the biggest test of the magic sword."

Wang Zheng's hoarse voice resounded in the underground space. There was an extra magical feeling in his voice from when it started.

And even he himself did not realize this demonic nature. Faced with the final test of the magic sword, Wang Zheng chose to continue without thinking!

As the exercises were used, the blood in Wang Zheng's body began to slowly seep out from the billions of pores all over his body. In a short while, a pool of blood formed under Wang Zheng's body.

And the pool of blood is getting bigger and bigger!

You should know that ordinary people only have so much blood, and the blood flowing out of Wang Zheng at this moment has surpassed the blood of three adult men!

In fact, this blood is not just blood, but also Wang Zheng's true energy and Wang Zheng's spirit.

Cultivating a demon sword means dedicating everything you have to the demon and making everything you have become a demon! This is also the main reason why ordinary people cannot turn back after practicing the demon sword.

Is the demon so easy to give up?

The last test of the magic sword in Wang Zheng's mouth was the process of filling everything with his demon pool.

The previous practice was actually just practicing a magical sword technique.

And the next cultivation is the real practice of the demonic path!

Because of Cangjie's character "Demon" that secretly matches the number of days, this demon pool originally secretly matches the rules of the demonic path. After being eroded by the demonic energy, it has become a manifestation of the rules of the demonic path.

The process of filling everything around the body with the magic pool and then retrieving it is the process of integrating yourself into the magic mark and then copying the mark into the body.

Only by copying the magic mark into the body can the magic sword be the real magic sword!

Gurgling, the flow of liquid accompanied by the squeezing of bubbles became the main theme of this underground space. The strange red light flashed, making the entire underground space seem extremely cunning.

The essence and blood are being lost, the true qi is being lost, and the spiritual will is also being lost...

Similarly, the Qilin Demon Blood spreading everywhere in Wang Zheng's body was also lost, mixed with Wang Zheng's true energy and injected into the mark of the demonic path.

Everything was going on in an almost mysterious atmosphere.

Outside the cave, Wang Zheng has disappeared for a while. The plot of winning the wind and clouds finally swept across the entire area north of Tianji Mountain, becoming a topic that everyone talks about.

The corresponding hot events that followed were also more hot.

Taihua Sect was robbed, the fifth-level strongman fought, Wang Zheng filmed, Wang Zheng went out to practice...

As a public figure, it can be said that Wang Zheng has been almost exposed without knowing it.

The reconstruction of Taihua Sect continues. As the aftermath of the strong fight gradually subsides, many people with interest have begun to focus on the fat piece of Taihua Sect.

During the process of rebuilding the mountain gate formation, Zhen Yang and others no longer knew how many invading enemies they had killed.

However, at this moment, they did not have the joy of killing the enemy at all.

Because they all knew that with waves of sluts attacking, the background of Taihua Sect and the intimidation of the strong will soon disappear.

At that time, the sect formation will be gone, and the elders will die and be injured. Taihua Sect will probably have a great disaster...

In fact, Zhenyang Zhenren’s concerns make a lot of sense. At this moment, he is within another behemoth of the Western Regions, Hehuan Sect.

The real person of Xile finally broke through the barrier and repaired the trauma caused by the collapse of the spiritual treasure in his body.

As the leader of a sect, he naturally has to listen to reports from many subordinates after leaving the seclusion.

After he heard that so many big things happened to Taihua Sect during his retreat, his whole body became meaningful in an instant.

"Are you sure that Wang Zheng is not here?" Xile Zhenren narrowed his eyes and looked at the foundation-building monk who was kneeling below, with a little fear.

"You are the master of the sect, my disciple is sure! It is said that Wang Zheng went out to practice, but he has not seen Wang Zheng's figure for more than half a month." The foundation-building monk replied carefully.

"Well, I understand. You go back." Xile Zhenren nodded thoughtfully, and then waved his hand in vain.

When he was the only one left in the main hall of the sect, Xilezhen chuckled:

"Wang Zheng! I am irreconcilable with you! Since you are not here, don't blame me for taking action first.

I just don’t know what it feels like to wait for you to come back and see Taihua Sect disappearing.

But, what's wrong? I don't believe that other strong people will also ask about the struggle for power. Since other strong people don't ask, how can I be afraid of you, a junior!"

Three days later, Taihua Sect was still slowly repairing the sect formation, and Xile Real People, who had repeatedly confirmed some things, finally couldn't sit still.

After clicking all the experts in the sect's foundation-building and above, the real person of Xile shook his sleeves, and the ghost energy turned into a cloud, carrying a group of Hehuan Sect's cultivators flew towards Taihua Sect unscrupulously.

Looking at the dark clouds surging in the sky, everyone knew that the sky in the Western Regions was about to change!

Faced with the Hehuan Sect's intent, even the lord of Xiling City could only pretend that he had an ambiguous attitude and pretended not to see it.

On the contrary, the high fortune of Xiling City, without even thinking about it, rushed towards Taihua Sect at the first time.
Chapter completed!