Chapter 115 The Dao is only me, it is called a devil
After finding a secluded place to sit down and adjust his breath, Shen Lang's smile became even more deceitful. I remembered that Shen Lang once told the little princess that she should learn to hide her weaknesses when she was in Lingyin Town.
In fact, this sentence is not complete. It is important to hide weaknesses, but it is equally important to hide strengths.
Because in many cases, strengths may also be weaknesses.
"Demon blood burns the heart? You really think I'm easy to bully, I want to see who burns whom!" Shen Lang's mind moved, and the real fire hidden in his body immediately started to stir...
True fire is said to be capable of refining everything. The soul-beating stick can be refined, and the remaining will of the strong man on the golden hammer can also be refined. Isn't it possible that it can't handle even a drop of demon blood?
With pure yang immortal body protection, true fire body protection, and a proud demon body with abnormal self-healing ability, Shen Lang can almost be said to be impervious to water and fire, and immune to all poisons. Therefore, from the beginning, he
He thought very clearly that as long as the saint was not determined to kill him, no matter whether it was poisoning or other methods, it would be difficult to do anything to him.
Of course, the premise is that he has to hide these advantages. Once these things are exposed, Leng Yanji will definitely kill Shen Lang directly if she knows that the demon blood is difficult to work on Shen Lang.
The true fire, which is said to be omnipotent, is roaming around Shen Lang, but the face of Shen Lang, who is full of confidence, gradually becomes ugly.
Because he couldn't figure out where the drop of Leng Yanji's demon blood was hidden, and it was difficult to detect the slightest breath of the demon blood, as if the demon blood had been integrated into his blood and into his soul...
"Oops!"
Shen Lang already felt that something was wrong. After all, he looked down on Leng Yanji. After all, she was a saint from the Demon Sect. In terms of identity and strength, she was not inferior to Fairy Qingyun at all. Such a person spent a drop of demon blood to plant the mark of slavery.
, where is it so easy to resolve?
Time passed slowly, and the pain on Shen Lang's body continued to intensify. It was the pain of demon blood burning the heart, and it was also the heart-gnawing pain. It was like the pain of hundreds of millions of ants biting the heart. It was the body that was in pain, and it was also devouring Shen Lang.
The will and soul of Lang.
The words that Leng Yanji left before are by no means empty talk. No matter how firm Shen Lang's will is and how ruthless his character is, even if he can survive for a while, he cannot survive for a lifetime.
Not to mention young monks like Shen Lang, I think back when the Demon Sect was in great power, I don’t know how many powerful men with advanced cultivations all suffered from this kind of torture and gradually lost themselves and became slaves of the Demon Sect...
However, just as the heart-gnawing pain gradually intensified, a situation suddenly occurred that was beyond Shen Lang's expectation and beyond Leng Yanji's expectation.
Buzz...
The mighty demonic energy suddenly started rolling in Shen Lang's body. It had been suppressed by the fairy sword for thousands of years. After integrating into Shen Lang's body, the demonic bones that were still suppressed suddenly seemed to wake up and released endless demonic energy.
Demon bone...
Demonic blood...
Shen Lang was shocked and immediately figured out the key.
If Leng Yanji is a saint from the Demon Sect, then the demon blood mentioned earlier is definitely not nonsense. The blood of the demon clan flows in her body!
The demon bone in Shen Lang's body comes from an ancient demon sealed in the Immortal Demon Forest. The two are almost of the same origin, but they exist in Shen Lang's body at the same time, and they will definitely influence each other.
...
Hula la...
The blood in Shen Lang's body seemed to be boiling. It had been hidden in his bloodline. The demon blood that Shen Lang couldn't find despite all his efforts actually separated out on its own. The drop of demon blood was dripping inside Shen Lang's body.
Suspended, pulled by the breath of the demon bone, slowly moving closer to the demon bone...
At the same moment, the fairy sword in the true fire seemed to feel a huge threat. It suddenly buzzed and trembled. It was completely out of Shen Lang's control. It borrowed the power of the true fire and rushed straight towards the demon blood. It seemed that it wanted to be the first to take the lead.
Demon blood refining.
But Demon Bone's reaction was faster. The rolling demon energy was like a huge mouth of energy, swallowing up the demon blood in one gulp. In an instant, the aura on Demon Bone's body suddenly became stronger!
Tsk tsk...
The fairy sword that is in harmony with the true fire does not show any weakness, and constantly radiates pure and extreme righteous energy!
"ah!"
Two completely different forces fought against each other, bringing Shen Lang pain dozens of times more terrifying than the demon blood eating his heart. At the same time, as the fairy sword continued to release energy, Shen Lang's cultivation actually changed in a kind of way.
The speed soared unimaginably, and he actually broke through the fifth level of Qi Refining in the blink of an eye.
The sixth level of Qi refining!
Seventh level of Qi refining!
The unbearable pain caused Shen Lang to faint, and the demon bones and fairy swords gradually subsided. In his daze, Shen Lang had a long dream.
In the dream, there was a bohemian but powerful figure like a mountain, standing proudly between heaven and earth. The general outline of the Demon Sect's holy law that had been lost for countless thousands of years continued to echo in Shen Lang's sea of consciousness:
The Great Dao is mine, no matter whether it is Taoism or Buddha, one mind is the foundation, and freedom is mine.
The sky is vast, the earth is vast, and the rest is indistinct, so it is natural to obtain the Dharma.
The fire in the furnace of heaven and earth is used to refine the original mind and solidify it. Why fear the immortals and Buddhas?
If you fight without fighting and get what you can't get, if you ask me what my name is, I call it a devil.
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At the same time, Youzai Youzai, who had just put on a new piece of clothing and was feeling very happy, was waiting for the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect to conquer Shen Lang. Suddenly her expression changed dramatically and she spurted out a mouthful of blood without any warning...
"Backlash? Impossible! How could this happen!" Leng Yanji's face was as pale as paper.
The method of enslavement using demon blood as a guide is an extremely profound secret method in the Demon Sect. Looking at the entire Demon Sect, she is the only one who can use it. This is not because this secret method is too difficult to learn, but because this secret method is very important to the Demon Sect.
The bloodline requirements are extremely high, and among the demons, only her bloodline is pure enough to use this trick.
According to the records of the Demon Sect's classics, anyone who is hit by this move, unless the opponent's cultivation level has reached the Dongxu realm, can forcefully use the supreme cultivation level to force out the demon blood. Otherwise, no matter who is hit by this move,
Regardless of whether you have practiced immortal arts or possessed true fire, you are destined to become a slave...
"Unless... he also has the blood of the demon race, and the power of the blood is stronger than mine? This is the only possibility! Otherwise, even if a strong man from Dongxu helps him force out the demon blood, there is absolutely no possibility of backlash.
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In an instant, a hint of fear appeared in Leng Yanji's cold eyes.
While using the demonic blood to activate the art of enslavement, it is actually equivalent to integrating part of her soul into the demonic blood. Only in this way can she achieve the effect of controlling the enemy.
But once her demonic blood is devoured by a stronger demonic bloodline, she will not be able to enslave others, but will be enslaved by others...
Feeling the soul connection between herself and Shen Lang that has not been completely severed, and thinking about Shen Lang's previous vicious words that he must make her a slave in the future, and even lick the soles of her shoes like Qi Hao, Leng Yanji
I suddenly shuddered.
"Impossible! This kind of thing will never happen! There must be something wrong somewhere else!" Leng Yanji quickly moved away from the jungle at night, and for a moment she felt a strong sense of uneasiness that she never wanted to meet Shen Lang again.