After noticing the powerful power of the soul released by Zhang He, the old demon of killing was immediately stunned.
He never expected that Zhang He would actually possess the spirit of distraction.
Although there is a difference in strength between condensing energy and forming elixirs in the Golden Elixir realm, and breaking elixirs into infants in the Nascent Soul realm, they are actually still in the process of physical evolution and spiritual energy transformation.
However, in the state of divided spirit, the body's Qi and blood, the origin of the Nascent Soul, and one's own soul are combined to form the Yuan Shen, which is tangible and intangible.
In a sense, the soul is immortal and immortal.
And the power of Yuanshen is dozens, even hundreds of times more powerful than the original source of Yuanying!
"You... are actually in the distracted state?
!”
The old killer's expression of shock was beyond words, and his mind was shocked to the extreme.
Immediately, he suddenly frowned: "No, this is not your soul!"
How keen is the perception of the old killer?
Although he just glanced briefly, he discovered that Zhang He's soul was not his own at all, but an illusory projection.
As a result, he suddenly felt enlightened.
"Haha! That's it!"
The old killing demon grinned, with a murderous intent on his face, and said coldly: "I thought you might have been taken away by the power of distraction, but it turned out that you just used the power of the Hongmeng Sword to forcibly kill you.
It’s just a false soul projected!”
Zhang He looked extremely ugly, he never expected it.
This old killer is so smart that he can see through his true and false character at a glance.
The Hongmeng Sword is the sect-suppressing divine sword that existed when the Hongmeng Sect was founded. Although its sharpness is only low-grade, it contains a special function.
That is to hide the body in the space of the Hongmeng Sword, condense the illusory spirit similar to the human body through the sword energy, and launch an attack on the enemy.
This is Zhang He's final trump card.
He was confident that as long as he used this secret technique, he could definitely kill the old demon of life-killing in a short period of time.
However, things were far from going as smoothly as he imagined.
The old killing demon actually saw through it at a glance.
This caught Zhang He off guard.
However, Zhang He quickly regained his composure.
He knew that his trump card must be put into effect as soon as possible, otherwise he would be depleting his spiritual energy like a bottomless pit.
What awaits him is death.
Zhang He thought of this, took a deep breath, and then turned his attention to the old demon of killing.
"You are indeed very powerful!"
"It's a pity that you still underestimated my strength after all. You will definitely die today!"
As he spoke, Zhang He flicked his wrist, raised the Hongmeng Sword high above his head, and then stabbed it out.
A dazzling purple thunderous luster bloomed from the Hongmeng Sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was going to penetrate the sky and tear the void apart.
The purple thunder was like a long winding river, rushing towards the Old Demon of Killing, and arrived in front of the Old Demon of Killing in an instant.
Seeing this, the killing demon's pupils suddenly tightened.
He felt waves of dangerous signs of crisis coming from the depths of his soul.
He secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and without even thinking about it, he swayed and quickly retreated towards the rear.
Boom!!
With a roar, the ground where the Old Killing Demon was standing was shattered into pieces, with mud splashing everywhere.
As a result, the figure of the old demon of killing was exposed in an awkward manner. There were several sword marks on his body, dripping with blood, which was shocking.
However, his physical body was extremely strong, and even though there were so many sword marks, he was still unharmed.
Seeing this scene, Zhang He couldn't help but feel a flash of shock and solemnity in his eyes.
He didn't expect that the old demon of killing life could be so powerful.
The blow he just made was almost with all his strength. The average Nascent Soul cultivator would have perished long ago.
But this old killer was only slightly injured, his clothes were not even cut, and his defense was frighteningly strong.
The strength of the killing demon exceeded his expectations, and was even more powerful than he imagined!
"Okay, if that's the case, then I won't be polite!"
The Old Killing Demon took a deep look at Zhang He, then gave a low drink, swayed his body, turned into a meteor, and rushed straight towards Zhang He.
The magic knife in his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling black light, and with a monstrous evil spirit, it fiercely bombarded Zhang He.
Zhang He's expression did not change, he did not defend himself at all and allowed the black light to bombard his body.
Whoosh!
There was only a strange soft sound, and the black light penetrated through Zhang He's body without hurting Zhang He at all.
"I have forgotten that substantive attacks have no effect on the soul!"
The old killing demon was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned ferocious again.
“But do you think that this way, I can’t do anything to you?
!”
The old killing demon's voice was filled with intense murderous intent, and black mist filled the demonic knife in his hand.
Among them, there were countless ghosts crying and howling, which was extremely shrill and eerie to the extreme.
"Don't forget, my blood refining technique can only feed on the essence, blood and soul of thousands of living beings..."
After saying that, drops of blood flew out of the hands of the old killing demon, and quickly combined in mid-air, turning into a huge black sickle, which was almost ten feet long.
Above the sickle, black air filled the air, and a pale skeleton walked out of the black mist, letting out a blood-curdling roar.
"Haha, you false spirit, just serve as the nourishment for my blood refining technique!"
The old killing demon smiled ferociously, and with a fist of his right hand, the black scythe suddenly burst out with unparalleled sharp momentum, carrying boundless terrifying murderous intent, and slashed towards Zhang He like it was splitting the sky and covering the earth.
Zhang He's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he could feel the terrifying energy contained in the black sickle.
"I'm so careless. Why didn't I think of this?"
Zhang He's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but roar in his heart.
The soul is tangible and intangible, and it is completely unafraid of substantial attacks.
Although in essence it is more advanced than the soul, it still belongs to the category of spirit body.
Faced with the blood refining technique of the old killing demon who specializes in devouring essence, blood and soul, he was simply defeated.
"Miscalculation! If you are a real soul, you don't have to be afraid of the blood refining technique, but my soul is indeed a projection, which is not as good as the real soul..."
Zhang He knew that if he continued to fight head-on, there would be only one result, and that would be to be completely devoured by the old demon's blood refining technique.
By that time, his soul will be gone and his body will be gone, so he will truly die without a burial place.
Therefore, Zhang He did not dare to continue to fight hard. With a thought in his mind, he quickly got out of the state of Yuan Shen.
When the black sickle faced the entity, no matter how powerful it was, it could not exert any effect. After passing through Zhang He's body, it quietly dissipated.
The old demon of killing was secretly happy when he saw Zhang He suddenly withdrawing his soul.
In any case, the opponent is only in a false state of soul after all, and is not as difficult to deal with as the real soul.
"Jie Jie, have you used up your last trump card?
Then it’s my turn next!”
The old killing demon smiled ferociously, and swung the magic knife in his hand. The boundless blood light turned into a giant black blade again, and with earth-shattering pressure, it struck Zhang He's head fiercely.
"snort!"
Zhang He snorted coldly, raised his hand and faced him with a sword.
clang!
Sparks fly.
The swords collided, creating blazing flames, like two stars exploding in the sky.
The next moment, Zhang He staggered and flew out, a mouthful of blood spurting out.
He was never a match for the Old Demon of Killing Life, and just now he forcibly activated the soul projection of the Hongmeng Sword, which made him extremely overdrawn.
Now, once he suffers serious injuries and gets more injured, how can he stop the old demon of killing people?
Seeing this, the old demon of killing life had a look in his eyes full of mischief. He held the magic knife in his hand and crossed the space in one step.
He arrived in front of Zhang He in the blink of an eye. This time, he stopped talking nonsense and slashed hard at Zhang He's neck with the magic knife in his hand.
When Zhang He saw this, he smiled bitterly, with a sad look in his eyes.
He originally thought that he could rely on the Hongmeng Sword to completely keep the killing demon in this world, but he never thought that he was too naive.
This old devil's methods are endless, and each move is more bizarre than the last.
Even if he uses all his cards, he is still no match.
He knew in his heart that he would definitely not be able to escape today.
The only result is death.
"The Hongmeng Sect...is dead!"
Just as he closed his eyes in despair, he suddenly felt an icy cold wind blowing.
Then a clanging sound of gold and iron was heard.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and discovered to his surprise that the magic knife that was originally intended to kill him was actually blocked by a small three-inch sword.