According to legend, even the words of the great devil have the power to speak like an edict. Any word spoken can severely damage the soul of an ordinary light priest, relying on highly concentrated soul pollutants.
Integrate a huge amount of malicious spiritual energy into the soul, and then blast it out to pollute the opponent's soul.
This is considered a typical heretical secret technique.
When the lawful camp encounters highly contaminated soul energy, the most common approach is to cheer up their own spirits and forcibly block the contaminated soul energy from entering their souls. Or a strong man may cut off his arm and cut off the contaminated piece of his soul from the main body.
In their concept, they can only strengthen their own soul through meditation and training, and they have never thought about swallowing other souls to strengthen themselves.
This kind of operation will only be considered by those in the Chaos and Neutral camps.
The crystallization of spiritual power that Mark found in the "Book of the Nether Sea" is the secret technique of separating the inhaled soul impurities and turning them into a soul sword to store it, the "Profane Demonic Sword"!
This kind of operation is considered basic for high-level demons and devils.
For humans, it is a very profound secret.
This is why this spiritual crystal is suspended in the abyss of the "Book of the Nether Sea", and no evil spirits can touch it.
Secret techniques are either the most profound and powerful or the best.
For a newbie in the mysterious world, the right one is the best.
Mark had an idea, and suddenly there was an illusory golden sword box outside the colorful black flying sword, which contained the flying sword securely.
Seeing that Mark had the means to deal with the contaminated spiritual matter, the three women breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, for three consecutive days, Mark successfully tricked seven evil spirits.
Well, the number of blasphemous flying swords has also been increased to four.
It's just that if you often walk on the beach, how can you not get your shoes wet?
Mark and Bison took turns to seduce, twisting their pure souls and flashing at the regional channel of the spiritual world. This action turned into evil words, that is - uncle, let's play!
Then, the uncle really came.
On the morning of the fourth day, when Mark chanted the incantation of the spiritual summoning circle with ease, he soon saw a large area of red blood mist with a burning smell steaming up from the first layer of the circle.
The other party did not come out immediately.
Mark quickly understood why.
The blood mist started flying on its own in less than three seconds, and together with the evil light of the blood spirit that became increasingly abundant in the red magic circle, it swayed around like splashing ink.
"Ah!" Feeling the overwhelming concentration of evil energy in his blood, no one dared to take on him, whether it was Mark or Helena in the mecha.
The moment the two of them stepped back, the spiritual summoning array on the first level suddenly changed - driven by a strong will, the blood mist instantly condensed into bloody runes, and they quickly integrated into the first level.
In the magic circle, before Mark and others could react, the area of the magic circle expanded three times.
"This..." Mark's wide eyes were filled with surprise.
He finally understood why Margaret and Sha Mao warned him one after another to be careful about losing his money.
That's why!
The opening of the spiritual summoning circle you opened is too small, and powerful evil spirits cannot get in. It doesn't matter, the evil spirits will be very considerate and help you open the opening wider.
At first you thought you were turning on a faucet, but instead you turned on the flood gate of a dam.
When the evil energy pouring out like a river surged out of the magic circle, not to mention Mark, even the brain of Bison, the bait, went blank.
What appeared in front of them was a five-meter-tall evil demon. The upper body looked a bit like a minotaur, and the lower body had a large number of octopus tentacles.
No one understands why this demon's dignity looks so abstract.
None of this is important.
The crisis has arrived!
Discovering that this powerful evil demon was waving its tentacles and was about to wipe out the light circle that Mark had prepared in advance, Helena piloted the mecha and bravely faced it.
The seemingly three-meter-tall mecha is not necessarily that much inferior to the five-meter evil demon in terms of strength.
The other party just raised his red arm and gave it a light knock.
"Bang!"
Helena flew out diagonally on the spot.
"Crack!" As she flew upside down, her mecha hit three tung trees in the mangrove.
Instead of being knocked into the sea on the spot, the heavy impact still caused severe pain all over Helena's body.
Mark didn't even have time to ask Helena if she was okay when he saw Helena punched her.
Relying on instinct, he ducked and dodged dangerously.
The piece behind him had been used as a wind shield for the past two days. A huge boulder weighing at least five tons rolled and flew up like a toy.
"Boom -" The huge boulder exploded in the air, and countless flying debris hit the sea water, exploding an exaggerated water column ten meters high.
"massacre!"
"Tear apart!"
"destroy--"
The demon roared in devilish language, and more than thirty tentacles shot out from his lower body.
This time, no matter how high Mark's dodge ability was, he still had no place to stand.
As a last resort, Mini's spirit threads shot out from Mark's back, dexterously placed on the treetops of several trees in the mangrove forest behind, and took the initiative to pull Mark's body and fly out.
Seeing Mark quickly retreating with Bison, the demon roared angrily, which was some kind of demon language that was not widely circulated.
This five-meter-tall monster suddenly expanded as if inflated, becoming three stories tall in the blink of an eye. Like a 400-ton mining truck, it ran over after chasing Mark.
Every tentacle on its lower body whipped the rock beneath it, erupting with a huge impact, and the rocks exploded with every step it took.
Leaving the small clearing where the ceremony was held is a small mangrove forest growing densely by the sea.
"Crack!" Three big trees in a row, hugged by two people, were thrown away and exploded like small building blocks. They were broken into several sections in mid-air, and the debris was scattered in the shallow water.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Knowing that there was a high probability that it would be of no use, Mark fired three shots and hit the target!
However, no matter whether it was the head or the chest, this red-skinned demon was not breached at all.
Mark saw clearly that the holy light bullets, which were enough to kill an ordinary demon in the head, only left three shallow white marks on the monster's body.
The centipede lantern was raised high, and the bright golden light blinded the demon for a moment. In less than 0.5 seconds, the opponent resumed his actions.
It became even more violent, and the tentacles under its body suddenly grew longer. These tentacles, which were often ten meters long, struck the trees like whips, destroying and flattening everything that stood in its way.
This exaggerated destructive power made Mark completely give up and no longer consider letting Suzy Centipede transform into a body.
Compared with the A-level aberrations and the S-level demon in front of him, the gap in quality is probably greater than Mark imagined.
In this world, if the other person is stronger than you, it is undoubtedly scary.
What’s even more frightening is that you don’t even know how much better the other person is than you.
This kind of gap is like a chasm. If an ordinary mystic encountered it, all he would be left with would be despair.
Fortunately, Mark bought insurance.
If circumstances allowed, he would never make a deal with an evil god, even if it was an evil god who was treated as a watchdog and kept in captivity at will.
Several times before, he was just trying to trick some unscrupulous little devils.
This time he had to do something big.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, he took out the bone machete from the belt on the back of his waist, waved it in the air, and yelled out the name that was probably taboo:
"Barsatan——"
The bloodthirsty look in the red demon's eyes faded away in an instant.
Helena's desperate attack suddenly stopped.
Every being present felt an inexplicable sense of fear in their hearts.
No matter where their eyes were looking a second ago, a second later, their eyes only focused on one thing - the magic circle where the demon just came out.
The waves that were crashing against the shore seemed to have stopped.
The seabirds that flew away in fear from the mangroves twitched, their muscles spasmed, they lost control of their bodies, and fell into the sea.
This small area of sea became strange and quiet because of the arrival of this terrifying aura.
This crimson demon had an expression of fear on its face for the first time since it appeared.
"No! Supreme Being, I swear I didn't know he was your dependent."
He screamed in terror and begged for mercy, but it was too late.
Mark saw the huge pliers again, which was much larger than the [Mechanical Ascension]. Even though it was a translucent virtual body, it was clamped like lightning as soon as it emerged from the further expanded magic circle.
That red demon.
The demon did put up a considerable amount of resistance.
The terrifying soul blast sound echoed throughout the airspace.
Mark's ears didn't hear it, but his soul did.
Helena fainted on the spot, and the heavy mecha fell to the shore.
Mark's eyes were closed tightly, his scalp was numb, and the skin all over his body was tingling. His heart was beating at least 200 times per minute at this moment.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo--"
He was breathing heavily.
After finally coming back to his senses, he only saw the monster with a minotaur upper body and an octopus lower body. While screaming like a girl, it was pulled into the magic circle by the big pliers and made no sound anymore.
Nothing is left.
No!
Thick black spiritual energy was like a prairie fire, spreading all over this small island. All animals and plants withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was a mess all around.
Everything fell into silence, the world seemed to have calmed down, and the scene was as silent as a fire scene that had been completely burned by fire.
However, Mark looked up to the sky unwillingly and shouted: "Hey! Basatan! Where's the promised 37 points?"
A cold and evil voice sounded in his ears.
"Three? I helped you deal with a miscellaneous abyss demon general that you can't deal with. You still have the nerve to ask me for your share? Mortal! I didn't eat you before, which is my greatest mercy. I already know you
The coordinates of that world. I may not be able to enter that world, and I can easily kill you. You can help me find snacks from now on. Hahahaha!"
The evil god Basatan's ferocious laughter kept echoing, making Mark feel like his soul would collapse at any time.
Sure enough, making a deal with the evil god will bring bad luck.
Even if you haven't signed a contract to sell your soul, it doesn't mean you can use a real evil god at will.
Mark's whole body was shaking with anger.
What can he do?
What else can he do?
It was originally a verbal agreement. Unless he got a god-level contract, who could force a rogue evil god?
Mark is unwilling to give in!
He decided to deceive Basatan once.
"Hey! Basatan, you don't want your master to find out about you stealing food, right?"
