A sound like the cracking of jade was heard, and the stationary black hole was like a black jade plate, slowly breaking into pieces. The sword shadow, which was only the size of a thumb, gently half-twirled, just like a sharp sword cutting through mud, easily cutting the terrifying
The black hole was crushed to pieces.
The so-called Taotie Demonic Skill? A terrifying black hole? In front of that small sword shadow, it is not worth mentioning at all.
puff...
The old soul-eating demon spat out a mouthful of blood. As the black hole disappeared, a blood hole as big as a fist appeared in his chest and abdomen in an instant...
"My magic power...impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" The soul-eating old demon's eyes were wider than eggs, and his gloomy and calm eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes due to excessive anger and shock. "This is
The aura on the sword...is it an immortal treasure?"
Shen Lang looked at the real fire and fairy sword returning in triumph, with a smile on his lips.
Gluttonous Magic Skill? Is it awesome?
Maybe it's awesome, but so what?
True fire has long been integrated with the fairy sword.
What kind of existence is the fairy sword?
To be honest, Shen Lang didn't know either.
But he knew that the demon bone in his body could be called a perverted demon bone. Because of that demon bone, he was not afraid of the demon blood mark of the demon sect's saint, and was even mistaken for the saint's son by the demon sect's people.
The Gluttonous Demonic Skill may be heaven-defying, but wasn't the Shura who created the demonic skill suppressed by the Demon Lord? The bones of the ancient demon he obtained may not be weaker than Shura and the Demon Lord, right?
But such a perverted demon bone was suppressed by the fairy sword for countless years in the fairy forest. After that, even if the demon bone merged with him, it was still suppressed by the fairy sword.
It is true that after countless years of wind, frost, snow and rain, the fairy energy on the fairy sword is almost exhausted. But the magic power practiced by the soul-eating old demon is obviously not even superficial!
Therefore, after Shen Lang heard about the origin of the Taotie Demonic Skill, he was convinced that his chances of winning were definitely more than 80%! But he has always been cautious, and even if he had a chance of winning, he was not willing to risk the 10% or 20%.
Risky, I want the soul-devouring old demon to live a little longer, and wait until the monks from the Qingyun Sect arrive to let those big shots clean up the mess.
No matter what...
"Oh, why bother? Why do you have to force me to take action? I have told you before that you will be starved to death if you are so greedy." Shen Lang looked at the old soul-eating demon with regret: "You didn't ask for this.
Is it hard to eat?"
"You...how could you..." The soul-eating old devil's abdomen was still dripping with blood, and the demonic energy rolling in his chest covered his wounds, but could not hide his pale complexion at this moment, "
Impossible! You are obviously the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, how is it possible... how is it possible that you possess the treasures of the Immortal Clan!"
"Bye bye!" Shen Lang was too lazy to explain this to him. After taking back the True Fire Fairy Sword, he picked up the little girl's hand and ran out of the cave.
"No! That's not right! If you have the blood of the demon clan, you will definitely not be able to use the treasures of the immortal family!" The soul-eating old demon seemed to have figured something out.
"You can't use the treasures of the Immortal family if you have demon blood?" Shen Lang was shocked. It was the first day he knew about this. But... "Whatever, I don't have demon blood anyway, young master, I just have
He is just a pair of demonic bones and cannot be considered a pure demoniac."
"I understand! There must be an error in the test of the real magic stone! You are not the Holy Son of the Demon Sect at all!" Soul-eating Old Demon Jing finally figured out this problem. Then, he thought of all the previous situations, and his expression changed.
It must be extremely ferocious!
A young monk in the Qi Refining Realm, who is not a holy son of the Demon Sect at all, has become a master in the Demon Sect's territory, dominating and dominating, with thousands of people kneeling and tens of thousands kneeling. What does this look like to the Demon Sect?
shame!
He was clearly not the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, but he was so arrogant all day long that he actually went to the Black Wind Demon Cave alone, yelled at him, threatened him, and then even tried to rescue the little princess of the Savage Tribe and used real fire to blackmail him for a treasure. In the end
He also broke his magic power, causing him more injuries...
"Idiot, did I ever say that I am the Holy Son of the Demon Sect? You are all so self-righteous that you insist on treating me as the Holy Son." Shen Lang looked at the entrance of the Demon Cave in front of him, and did not forget to turn around and curse again:
"Furthermore, your demon power was broken and you suffered more injuries. You are to blame for it. The real fire is what you want."
"You...you can't even think of escaping! I want you to die!" The old soul-eating demon roared angrily, with surging terrifying demonic energy swaying around his body, but before he could take action against Shen Lang, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Come.
Backlash!
The backlash of the true fire had already injured him.
The backlash after the magic power was broken caused him to be seriously injured!
What's more important is that his retreat this time was already extremely special and extremely important. Now that he has been injured more and more, his situation is no longer a question of whether all his previous efforts will be wasted, but whether he may die...eventually.
At the very least, if you continue to use the demonic energy in your body, you will probably die...
"We will see you again! We will never meet again." Shen Lang's extremely shameless voice came from outside the cave.
The person has been rescued, and Fairy Qingyun will come to pick him up soon. Then, of course, he and the Soul-Eating Old Demon will never see each other again.
After the fairy comes, he will definitely kill the demon. The old soul-devouring demon will definitely not escape death, so he and the old soul-devouring demon will never see each other again.
"Brother, I finally figured out why he was able to initially practice the soul-eating demonic skill." Hu Xiaomei suddenly said: "Without the heaven-defying bloodline, every step forward in practicing that kind of demonic skill risks destroying both body and soul.
, the process was also extremely painful. If I guessed correctly, the magic weapon that nailed him to the stone wall should be a soul-locking nail. What he nailed was his own body, and at the same time, he also nailed his soul.
I guarantee that you won’t lose your soul during the practice.”
"In a word, no matter whether he is injured or not, he will not dare to leave the magic cave easily until the retreat is over." Shen Lang smiled lightly. Although he did not have as profound knowledge as Hu Xiaomei, from some clues,
But he had already deduced this result.
"Of course I don't dare to leave. If I leave, I will definitely die." Hu Xiaomei thought for a while, then added: "Of course, unless he is willing to dissipate his magic power."
"Dissipate the magic power?" Shen Lang sneered. The legendary Taotie was so greedy that he tried to swallow the whole world into his belly. The Soul-Eating Old Demon was not a Taoist, but just like the Taoist, he was extremely greedy.
Would such a person be willing to give up the magic power that he had gone through countless hardships to achieve?
The answer is self-evident...
Shen Lang led Hu Xiaomei through the long corridor, from the dark cave into the dark night. The stars were shining brightly in the night, and the semicircular crescent moon had just poked its head out from the western sky.
Under the starlight and moonlight, there were disciples of the Demon Sect in total darkness. Seeing this scene, Hu Xiaomei suddenly became a little nervous and leaned towards Shen Lang without showing any trace. But...
The expressions of the disciples of the Demon Sect were even more nervous than that of Hu Xiaomei. Of course they had all heard the shaking noise in the cave earlier! It was obvious that this was a fight between the Holy Son and the Soul-Eating Old Demon.
!
For this matter, they even invited the elders. But even if the elders came in person, they still did not dare to set foot in the cave.
Just kidding, they can't afford to offend either the Soul-eating Old Demon or the Holy Son. And since they can't afford to offend them, who should they help after they rush in?
Therefore, the two elders and even countless disciples of the Demon Sect made a very smart decision: just pretend that nothing happened. If the Holy Son can come out, then he will still be the Holy Son. If the Holy Son cannot come out,
If there is a huge crime in the future, a big shot like the Soul Eater should be responsible for it.
So, after Shen Lang stepped out of the cave, the Demon Sect elders and countless Demon Sect disciples only hesitated for a moment, and then immediately knelt down and worshiped as usual: "Welcome the Holy Son!"
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the original cabin with Hu Xiaomei.
But at this moment, a voice filled with extreme anger suddenly came from the cave behind Shen Lang...