"I didn't expect this old devil to be quite straightforward."
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows.
Immediately, he suddenly came to his senses.
After all, it has been suppressed and divided for too long.
Taking back the suppressed body and regaining its former strength is the biggest desire in the old devil's heart.
Even he himself may not be aware that the will of the old demon reawakened in a part of his body may not be his complete will.
Among them, there is a subconscious driving force of the physical instinct to reorganize and become one again.
Chen Yang was not sure about this and would not mention it.
In his opinion, if the old devil completely gives up and becomes one, he abandons his power, leaves behind his heritage, and starts over again.
Maybe it's the real road.
Chen Yang had no intention of being a good reminder.
Letting it retain its obsession is the best choice for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang responded simply: "Okay, senior, please be careful, this is the deposit."
The old demon suddenly raised his head and faced Chen Yang's direction with a face without facial features.
Chen Yang could see his hands folded, palms on top of each other, and a mysterious mark whose shape could not be described appeared from deep in the bones, from inside the muscles, through the skin, and emerged.
It is like a tattoo engraved on the palm, or like the light and shadow floating on the surface of the palm, hazy and dreamy.
"scold!"
Chen Yang drank lightly.
The nameless spell started to operate, transforming the evil spirit in the body bit by bit, forming an inexplicable mana that poured into the brand bit by bit in a special way, lighting it up.
The brand slowly lit up.
The whole process was slow, but neither Chen Yang nor Lao Mo seemed anxious at all.
Chen Yang just wanted to be able to use it, and he had no intention of using it against the enemy. He had never practiced it, so how could he follow his words.
Gradually, the brand lit up completely, and an invisible channel seemed to open in Chen Yang's palm.
"Ah!"
Chen Yang shouted softly again and pushed towards the old devil with both hands.
This push swept across thousands of people, as if a mountain had uprooted its mud feet and lowered its head to charge.
The brand flew out of the hand, and the void seemed to be pierced. A dark, muscular hand covered with scales and five sharp claws came through the air and grabbed the old devil's mouth.
The old devil raised his head and did not dodge or evade, he just looked at it with a fascination.
For a moment, Chen Yang was shaken in his heart and wondered whether it would be better to simply catch this old devil to death once and for all.
This thought only existed for a moment, and was extinguished by him the next second.
Cooperation is the best choice for Chen Yang.
As for the future, will this old devil get out of trouble and do his shit?
Even in the transaction, Chen Yang was ready to make a secret move.
The old devil would not know that every drop of blood essence he handed over might be used by Chen Yang to crush him to death.
"Huh~"
Chen Yang took a breath and slowly exhaled it.
The palms that were originally pushing forward were then pinched, as if they wanted to burst the air they were holding.
"Bang!"
The dark magic hand exploded in the air, and wisps of dark evil energy filled the air and pulled away.
It doesn't dissipate, but it is drawn clean into a vortex.
The old devil stretched out his hand in vain and grabbed something empty. He raised his head and glared at Chen Yang.
This time, it was a real glare.
A pair of pale, heartless eyes stared deeply into his face without facial features.
Chen Yang stared back without changing his expression.
After a while, the old devil calmed down and nodded to Chen Yang.
"Is it your hand?"
Chen Yang asked calmly.
Of course he won't be able to fully cast the spell. What if he gives the old devil a chance, swallows the bait in one gulp, and loses the hook?