"I didn't expect that all the true disciples of the Blood River Sect know my name."
Seeing that he was recognized as soon as he showed up, Shen Bei was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. After all, he had killed enough demonic monks during this period.
"You are so sentimental. A nobody like you is not worthy of being heard in my ears. However, one of the monks you killed some time ago happened to be my brother, so I have heard your name!"
Seeing Shen Bei's face, the tall and resolute Demonic Master said expressionlessly.
"I killed your brother. That's really embarrassing. So are you doing this to avenge your brother?"
"He's just a loser. What qualifications do you have for me to avenge him? If he dies, he dies!"
Very good, very demonic. Shen Bei has nothing to say. In the order established by the demonic way, Jiuzhou's moral and common sense cognition has basically been distorted. He has become accustomed to it recently, and now there is no surprise.
"Well, it seems like I just had good luck today."
"I don't know. I'm curious. Who gave you the courage to stand in front of me?"
Shi Shanhai looked around cautiously. He didn't pay attention at all to the newbie in the demonic path who had gained a lot of fame in recent times.
He just felt that maybe a certain true disciple of the Corpse King Palace was using some unscrupulous means to set up a trap to hunt him down. The relationship between their demon disciples was like this. The disciples of the same sect were all playing tricks on each other. , let alone with the disciples of other sects.
"Don't look, there is no ambush, it's just that I heard that a true disciple of the Blood River Sect appeared, so I came to find you and wanted to borrow your head!"
"Noisy!"
Shi Shanhai snorted coldly, raised his palm, and smacked Shen Bei. A blood-colored ghost claw about the size of an inch condensed into shape, and like swatting a fly, it volleyed down towards Shen Bei.
"Tsk!"
Seeing this situation, Feng Bingwen didn't even move. As expected, he was looked down upon. After all, he was just an inner disciple of the Corpse King Hall now, although he couldn't kill the core disciples of other sects. Not so much, but he hasn't gone back yet to raise his identity.
There is no need for this. He can obtain the resources required for the practice of the devil through killing. As for the skills practiced by the devil, that is not bad.
In the Demonic Sect, the most fundamental practice is almost semi-public, and the first half can be obtained without spending too much money. What really restricts the disciples are spells and magical powers, as well as the resources required for practice.
boom!
The blood-colored air waves rolled and spread, and at Shen Bei's feet, a sinkhole several feet deep was formed, and at the bottom of the sinkhole was a bloody giant with a body of nearly three feet.
It is one of the eight blood corpses cultivated by Shen Bei. No matter what, he cannot destroy his sect's signboard.
"You've done a good job refining these corpse slaves, so I'm happy to accept them."
Seeing that his attack was easily blocked, Shi Shanhai was not surprised. From the beginning to the end, he never paid attention to the kid opposite him. It was just a slap in the face.
Shen Bei did not respond. Several blood shadows passed by him and rushed straight towards the famous True Successor of the Blood River Sect, intending to tear his body to pieces, absorb his blood and essence, and turn it into a growing... Materials.
A short but fierce battle broke out, while Feng Bingwen stood aside, with his hands folded, looking at the Blood River Sect true disciple with interest, as if he were beating a child, slapping one by one, directly His eight bloody corpses were beaten into eight balls of minced meat.
"For the sake of your ignorance of life and death, I can let you say your last words."
After easily getting rid of eight bloody corpses that could easily massacre the city, Shi Shanhai's indifferent gaze fell on Feng Bingwen. Although he felt that the kid opposite was mentally ill, there were many monks with mental illness in the realm of magic. Not bad for this one either.
"What a pity. I also wanted to see your blood river vision, but I didn't expect that you didn't even force this most basic method of fighting the enemy!"
Shen Bei shook his head with regret on his face. The pulse formed by the blood river sect's disciples was basically a river of blood. They were mostly the same, except for the size. There were also some special things in the blood river. And this This determines the grade of the vision.
"You are too weak!"
Shi Shanhai shook his head disdainfully. He no longer had the inclination to talk to this little thing. It was such a waste of time.
Whoosh!
The sound of something extremely sharp breaking through the air rang out. Shi Shanhai, who was still standing in front of Yuan Ting Yue, looked like a master, and his face suddenly changed. His body suddenly turned into a blood shadow and disappeared from the place. Then he turned towards the place where he was originally in shock. Looking from where he stood, his brows furrowed tightly.
It was also preconceived notions that were at work. Most of the disciples' combat power in the Corpse King's Hall was on the few corpse puppets they had in hand. After destroying those corpse puppets, the monks themselves were basically nothing to worry about.
This is basically the case under normal circumstances, but this situation does not apply to all monks. There are always some monsters and freaks who can do things that ordinary people cannot do.
"I admit, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have already reached the mortal realm!"
Shi Shanhai looked coldly at the place where he was standing. The demon was just barely keeping its human form. The one that had just attacked him and wanted to pierce his body was the tail behind the demon.
"I have to thank all my comrades for their help, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to break through to the current state so quickly!"
Shen Bei's form changed drastically, and he now looked like a different person, grinning, revealing a pair of fangs that were as white as jagged teeth.
Going deep into the hinterland of the devil's path, naturally he cannot be like Jiuzhou. Feng Bingwen's true form needs good deeds as a guarantee to accumulate, but as an incarnation, he can only work hard and find ways to kill in the hinterland of the devil's path.
In order to pursue the efficiency of killing, you can't be coy about it. As long as the magic method is easy to use, just pick it up and practice it without any scruples. To put it nicely, it means being in harmony with the light.
But after letting go of many scruples, he began to practice the magic method unscrupulously. As he continued to practice, Feng Bingwen's incarnation lost his human form.
Just like this, the demon's body, which is nearly ten feet tall, has two half-moon horns like two broad knives piercing his forehead. His scarlet hair is as red as flames hanging down from his waist. Fine dragon scales are all over the body, and the joints all over his body are... His body was covered with sharp bone spurs, not to mention the thick and long tail behind him.
This is the realm of metamorphosis. You can choose to condense your magical powers and talismans, or you can completely shed your human body and turn into the body of an immortal or demon. The human monks in Jiuzhou will have some scruples in this realm.
At most, he will add a pair of wings to his forehead or a pair of heavenly eyes on his forehead. If he goes a little further, he will have three heads and six arms, but generally he will still maintain a human figure, and what he pursues is the majesty of the precious elephant.
It cannot be said that there are no monks who completely abandon the human fetus, but they are rare. There are very few, but the vast majority still choose to condense magical talismans, and then refine their bodies and transform into immortal bodies.
In the realm of demons, this situation is completely reversed. Only the few monks who can cultivate to the realm of transformation choose to condense magical talismans and retain their human bodies.
The vast majority of demonic monks choose the wrong person. After all, the effect is immediate and they can improve their fighting skills in the shortest possible time.
Feng Bingwen's incarnation naturally chose to follow the crowd. The most important thing was that he also wanted to experience what it was like to be a human being, and he had no chance.
No matter how you say it, this deity is also one of the facades of Taishang Dao. If he abandons his human body, it would be a slap in the face to Taishang Dao's status in the human race.
"You are very good!"
Shi Shanhai, who was too lazy to take another look at Shen Bei at first, became interested at this time. As far as he knew, the rookie of the demonic path in front of him was very young. He heard that he had only just started, but in such a short period of time he had it. Cultivation in the realm of transformation.
Even for demons, this kind of cultivation speed is extremely astonishing. He couldn't help but have the idea of taking the other party as a lackey, but he quickly killed this idea. In comparison, he still gave the other party to It’s better after practicing.
Wow!
Along with the sound of the river surging, the strong smell of blood began to spread. Many demonic monks who had noticed that something was wrong in this area also walked around, especially when the blood river phenomenon appeared in the sky. in this way.
After all, it is one of the symbols of the Demonic Sect, but there are not a few monks who have ulterior motives and secretly ambush around with the idea of picking up leaks.
boom!
Shen Bei was too lazy to say another word to the guy who was still maintaining a high profile. He saw bright red light blooming in his eyes, followed by two bloody rainbows, piercing the sky and shooting straight into the blood river. With a roar, the Just after it manifested, the temporary blood core exploded into a huge wave. Many stumps and severed hands could be vaguely seen among them, and many floating corpses could be vaguely seen.
"Hahaha, it's useless. With your meager cultivation, you still want to break my blood river. It's such a wishful thinking!"
Under the protection of the bloody river, Shi Shanhai was safe and sound. The corners of his mouth were raised high, looking a little proud. He lost his previous stability. He was not interested in torturing vegetables, but he was very interested in torturing the devil's genius.
This not only gives him a sense of satisfaction, but also allows him to hunt down the demon geniuses of other sects and get a large reward from his own sect, just like picking up money. How can he not be happy?
"Ah!"
Shen Bei, who only stirred up a few waves when he tried, was not impressed. He stared at the surging river of blood with a fiery look in his eyes.
He did not continue to attack and stood still, but there was haze behind him, and then a gray and dead land appeared behind him!
And vaguely visible through the mist, you can see many broken tombstones and scattered corpses on this dead land, and the looming outline of the mountains at the end of the land is more like huge tombs.
Vision, endless purgatory!
Third grade!
Well, the name of the vision was chosen by Feng Bingwen himself, and he also judged the grade by himself.
It has to be said that the vision he is showing now is not worthy of the name. It is said to be purgatory, but it is more like a large-scale mass grave.
But it doesn’t matter, this domineering name can be seen as the future development and goal of this incarnation of the vision.
The visions that Kyushu Taoist monks have practiced in a regular manner can all be achieved through self-persistence in practice, or through a miracle from heaven. Although it is rare for people to be able to do this, there are indeed cases.
But among the demonic sects, such cases are not rare, but very common.
Looting is something that can be seen everywhere among demonic forces. Whether it is land, population, skills, or even talents, everything can be plundered.
In the magic world, if one is detected to have extremely high cultivation talent when he is weak, has no background or is not favored by a big shot, his end will often be extremely miserable.
Therefore, many geniuses with excellent talents are often strangled in their infancy before they can shine. Feng Bingwen is unable to change this situation, or in other words, he does not plan to change it for the time being.
His incarnation's physique is indeed quite good, and his talent is also excellent, but no matter what, it is impossible to compare with the original deity, especially as for the skills he practices.
In this case, the pulse he condensed when he opened his pulse was not even the third level, let alone the immortal one, but only the fifth level. It was simply ridiculous.
Feng Bingwen didn't take this situation too seriously, because he knew that things like talents and qualifications could be plundered from each other, so when it came to opening his pulse, he just did it casually.
If you can grab it, why do you have to practice hard by yourself, sit back and enjoy the results, and enjoy the results of other demonic monks' practice? Isn't it nice? Anyway, it can be regarded as eliminating demons and defending the Tao, and accumulating good deeds.
And now it is like this. Under the crazy killing, Feng Bingwen naturally forcibly upgraded his incarnation pulse level to the third level, and he has the appearance he has now.
If he wants to continue to improve, he can only hunt down those demon monks with higher pulse levels than him. As for those with lower pulse levels, he can only feed them to blood corpses, which is of no use.
Roar! Roar! Ouch!
One after another, endless roars sounded in the vision behind Shen Bei. The dilapidated tombs behind him were broken open one after another, and withered palms stretched out from them. One after another, walking corpses appeared, forming in the blink of an eye.
He formed a legion of evil things, and under the cover of the Death Mist, rushed towards the Blood River.
"A small plan!"
Shi Shanhai became even more disdainful when he saw that the boy opposite him, whose cultivation level was lower than his own, actually unfolded his vision and competed with him. The endless river of blood rolled up a big wave and rushed directly towards the dead land.
Wow!
The scarlet river water fell into the dry and dead soil and soaked into it instantly, absorbing it like dew after a long drought.
"Something is wrong!"
Shi Shanhai's face instantly darkened, then he put away the vision, turned around and left!