"I am currently stuck in the cave profound realm, and my clone can only stay put!"
Outside the Nine Continents, in the territory governed by the Demon Sect, many demon cultivators have revered him as the incarnation of the Demon Lord. Looking down at the bleeding mountains and rivers at his feet, he heard piercing wails and desperate screams, as well as words full of madness.
Roaring, one after another in the ears.
This is a demon cultivating sect, the Blood Moon Sect, which is a small sect under the jurisdiction of the Blood River Sect. The strongest person in the sect, the leader of the Blood Moon Sect, is a cultivator in the Dongxuan Realm.
A level that can be cultivated by many demons and respected as a demon king.
This Blood Moon Demon Lord can be regarded as a veteran Demon Lord, and he is very famous and prestigious around the territory governed by the Blood Moon Sect.
Originally, as a newly promoted demon king, Feng Bingwen would not be so mad as to control his incarnation to attack a demon cultivator from the Dongxuan Realm who was stationed in his sect and had a geographical advantage.
However, he happened to kill a demon cultivator earlier. He was from the Blood Moon Sect and was one of the few true core members of the Blood Moon Sect. Feng Bingwen stole his soul and used the secret method of Netherworld Dao to get a glimpse of his soul.
some secrets.
The leader of the Blood Moon Demon Sect is about to become a demon and is unable to suppress it. He can only rely on the sect's magic circle to suppress his demonic nature. Moreover, because he has survived for too long, his lifespan will be exhausted. Even if there are ways to extend his life that can harm Tianhe, he will not be able to suppress his demonic nature at this time.
Because of being possessed by a demon, I cannot cast it.
For demon cultivators, becoming a demon is also an extremely terrifying thing. After all, the reason why they are demoted as demon cultivators is just because the fundamental Taoist methods and methods they practice are too harsh and cruel, so they are called demon cultivators.
And this kind of cruelty is towards others, not towards oneself. These demon cultivators, who originally came from the human race, were expelled from Kyushu by many sages of the human race, because they unscrupulously used their own clan as fuel and as food for the growth of their practice.
The fundamental purpose of demonic cultivation is no different from that of immortal cultivation. It is also to seek immortality, and for the sake of immortality and to reach a higher realm, demonic cultivators can use any means to kill their parents, sacrifice their relatives with blood, and massacre their own clansmen.
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As long as you can get stronger power, all bottom lines can be trampled.
This is magic cultivation!
However, even though they are so cruel, they are still monks, just a group of immoral monks who are willing to abandon all bottom lines in pursuit of immortality.
Therefore, being possessed by a demon is an extremely terrifying thing for demon cultivators. Once possessed, they will lose their minds, their cultivation may skyrocket, they may sit down on the spot, or they may self-destruct on the spot.
But after being possessed by the devil, no matter what he becomes, it has nothing to do with the monks. His mind is swallowed up by the devil's thoughts, and in the end, what survives is just an empty shell, and not even an empty shell is left.
Compared with immortal cultivators and warriors, the proportion of demonic cultivators who become demons is horribly high, because demonic cultivators have too many quick methods, and the surge in power can easily distort the monk's self-will, eventually causing the mind to be swallowed up by the surge of demonic backlash.
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Therefore, in the eyes of many demon cultivators, Feng Bingwen, who became a demon lord in just a few years, also has a high risk of becoming a demon. Of course, it is only a risk. …
In the history of demon cultivation, there are many true demon seeds that have been promoted to extremely high realms in a very short period of time.
No matter how cruel the magic secrets are to forcibly improve their realm, they can still be consistent, and the ever-increasing power cannot shake their minds and wills, and it is even very consistent with their thoughts.
This is a natural magic cultivation!
Feng Bingwen is naturally not a demon cultivator. He is just supported by the realm of his true body. Even if he improves his power by any means, his mind will not be infected and corroded by demonic thoughts, let alone become a demon.
But if we go one step further and use the magic method to open up a blessed land and be promoted to an earthly immortal, the demonic thoughts can definitely use the incarnation to bite back on the deity. What it will look like at that time is unclear.
However, this situation cannot happen at all, because the cultivation level of the deity is an insurmountable shackle. No matter how much the incarnation practices, it is impossible to surpass the deity, because the original body is one, and the incarnation has enlightenment, and the deity will only be promoted together.
Even when you are promoted, in turn, all the savings that you have worked hard for in the demon realm for several years will be swallowed up and turned into the qualifications for promotion to build a deeper foundation.
"Ho! Junior, you are going too far!"
In the mountains and rivers covered with withered blood and corpses, a roar of uncontrollable rage suddenly sounded. Then, a powerful force that twisted the mountain, changed the color of the heaven and earth, and cracked the earth, erupted from this hidden cave. .
Under the massacre of some ghosts and ghosts enslaved by Feng Bingwen, the faces of the Blood Moon Sect disciples who had survived just showed joy, but in the blink of an eye, because of their own lack of strength, they released the demonic power without any scruples. Under the pressure, his body exploded, all the blood in his body was drained out, and he turned into a mummy and fell.
And the blood that was extracted turned into spiritual snakes, which poured into the bursting cave, and then sank into the body of a twisted and ferocious monster that no longer looked like a human.
"I've met Senior Xue Yue!"
Seeing this demonic monk who finally showed his traces, Feng Bingwen's incarnation showed a joyful smile on his face.
After finding out that something was wrong with the demonic monk, he changed his appearance in various ways to get the news, and finally determined that the news was most likely true, so he made a hunting plan, that is, he rushed directly to the mountain gate. Kill his disciples and force the demon king to show up.
This is naturally not because this demon king protects his shortcomings and values his own orthodoxy.
Ordinary demonic monks basically do not regard those human beings who cannot practice as their own kind, but regard them as materials for practice, like walking two-legged sheep, an animal that looks similar to them.
This concept is even more serious among the more powerful demon masters. They don't even regard the monks with low strength as their own kind. Instead, they establish sects and pass down the Taoism, often just to collect training materials. grain.
The Blood Moon Sect is a fairly typical demonic sect. The entire sect from top to bottom, from elders to disciples, no matter what their status is, in the eyes of the Blood Moon Demon Lord, they are just resources for his practice and healing.
Of course, when doing this kind of thing, you will still cover it up and find some justifiable reasons. After all, if you do it too much, the sect will have no new blood. …
Therefore, when Feng Bingwen killed such a small sect, slaughtered the disciples crazily, and took away their souls, this demon king who was in a bad state was particularly angry.
This is like a hard-working farmer who is not afraid of wind, frost, heat, hunger, cold and fatigue. He works diligently to grow vegetables and grains. He only harvests when necessary during the day, but now he A robber breaks in and harvests the harvest without restraint, even digging out the roots. How can you bear this?
"New junior?! So brave!"
It seems that he was angered by Feng Bingwen's fearless attitude. He could only vaguely see the demon king in a hazy blood-colored lake, and the bloody waning moon that was as red as if it was dripping blood rose, illuminating hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
The sky and the earth were dyed scarlet.
"Let me see what you are capable of, how dare you destroy my orthodoxy!"
In the words that seemed to contain boundless anger, the blood moon that rose into the sky suddenly fell. Wherever it passed, blood-colored ripples spread from the sky, and the void was distorted, cracking every crack, and the wind was about to be blown away.
Wen was crushed together with the mountain he stood on.
"Um!"
Facing the blood moon that was getting bigger and bigger above his head and seemed to be crushing him, Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky. His bright red face illuminated by the scarlet moonlight looked a bit strange.
Then, wearing a black robe, with thousands of ghosts wandering around in it, a face appeared from time to time, the Demon Lord clenched his palms, and fine bone scales appeared on his hands. In the blink of an eye, the Demon Lord's hands
He no longer has the slightest relationship with people and has become a veritable devil's paw.
boom!
Infinite light rose into the sky, from bottom to top, and penetrated the blood moon in an instant. It was like a bloody moon wheel that could destroy mountains and rivers hundreds of miles away. It instantly fell into pieces, and the bloody phenomenon that dyed half of the sky red also dissipated.
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"To be too old to die is to be a thief. A demon king who is approaching his end, even if he is about to become a demon, can still be rational. It should not be underestimated!"
Feng Bingwen sighed and shook his head. Behind his back, a pair of bone wings with a metallic luster suddenly pierced his clothes and grew out. Then a scarlet flesh film grew between the bones. Finally, there were feathers that were as hard as divine iron.
Feathers cover the flesh and blood fascia.
Wow!
Like a black roc, Feng Bingwen rose up in the wind and reached the sky in the blink of an eye. His deep eyes quickly locked onto a certain location and swooped down with a ferocious smile.
The blood moon just now was just an illusion. It looked like a bluff, but in fact it was just a trick used by the Blood Moon Demon Lord to divert attention, and his true body had long since escaped.
As for the anger, it was just a disguise. Although the orthodoxy he had worked so hard to build was completely slaughtered, which made him very angry, this anger had not yet caused him to lose all reason and fight against others.
As long as he can survive this calamity and suppress his demonic thoughts, within a hundred years, he will be able to build up a sect that will serve him wholeheartedly and allow him to ask for and take whatever he wants.
The reason why he showed up just now was because he could no longer hide. When he knew that he had been discovered, he simply showed up, made a feint, and then turned around and ran away. …
After all, he is not in good condition now, and even if he is a demon cultivator, after reaching a high realm, he will try his best to avoid fighting with monks of the same realm. Demon cultivators also require a long time, and they will fight with people to death at every turn. What else do you want to live for?
Fighting fiercely is what those young monks who have no qualifications and no future can do. Only by fighting and killing can they change their fate and gain a chance to live forever.
Although most of them will turn into withered bones at the feet of other demon cultivators, under the huge base, every once in a while, there will always be one or two powerful demons born who set foot on the path to immortality with unworthy qualifications.
And when such a demon comes into the world, his deeds will eventually be sung in the realm of demons, which will undoubtedly inspire more demonic monks to fight.
So what if the qualifications are poor? Just rob those who are extremely talented - they obviously have better talents than me, but they are still killed by me. It is better for such a waste to give the opportunity to me.
It is precisely because of this cruel method of cultivating poison that even though the territory of the demonic realm is extremely small compared to the nine continents occupied by the orthodox human race, it still occupies a place in this world.
"Senior Blood Moon, I found you!"
The demon king spread his black wings and swayed through the sky. Wherever he passed, the black mist of resentful spirits was enough to drive any demon cultivator below the Yuan Dan realm into madness.
Because on each feather of this demon king, there is at least one demon cultivator's soul imprisoned on it, and there are at least tens of thousands of demon cultivators' souls imprisoned on that pair of wings.
And when the demon lord flaps his wings, part of the souls of these demon cultivators will be extracted and added to the pair of wings, giving Feng Bingwen's incarnation a power comparable to or even surpassing that of a roc.
Burning blood, burning soul, burning lifespan, etc., is a relatively common life-saving method among demon cultivators, and it can often burst out the ultimate power of the current situation.
The incarnation of Feng Bingwen, who stepped on the bones of countless demon cultivators to reach the upper level, was naturally good at these techniques.
But for the elders, this kind of life-saving method can be used as a regular method, but the consumption will be relatively large, but it doesn't matter, they can be harvested and replenished at any time. After all, they are also using other people's souls and blood, and
Not your own.
"What a terrible young man! Your methods put even me to shame!"
The bloody waning moon rose again, and in the full moon, a young man wearing a bloody robe appeared. He looked like he was in his prime, but the sense of decay, decay and madness could not be concealed.
"Where? If you are a junior at the bottom of the school, you need to ask your seniors for advice. I have just entered a new purgatory. I don't know how powerful it is. I am about to ask my seniors for some advice. I wonder if seniors would be willing to go inside and have a look?"
Feng Bingwen had a modest smile on his face. Then, there was no life in the place, but an extremely noisy and lively purgatory slowly unfolded behind him.
The river of wailing souls, the volcano of silence, the forest of human skin and bones, the ghost city of the underworld... Thousands of souls are struggling in the many visions of this purgatory, but they cannot escape and can only let out painful wails.
"...Which faction are you from cultivating the true demon seed?"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord couldn't help but tremble in his voice as he looked at the purgatory that was turning reality into reality.
"Senior, you have already delayed me for a lot of time, don't make any mistakes again!"
Feng Bingwen sighed and had no more thoughts of entangled with this old ghost. The picture of purgatory that was slowly opening behind him suddenly expanded, and immediately included the demon king. With a moment of shock and roar, a
The bloody waning moon slowly rose into the dark sky of this side of purgatory.