Lin Zixuan's back felt cold. He stared intently at the normal-sized demonic figures, his heart trembling. Suddenly, he only felt the demonic sound rolling in his mind, like ghosts crying and gods howling, and the dullness of the black sky and the white sky.
feeling.
He stepped back violently, only to feel that his mind was much more relaxed, and the wall began to shake endlessly, filled with smoke and dust, and then, the demonic figures walked out one after another, headless and legless, like ghosts hanging in mid-air.
Just hearing the sound of "嗗拉", the demonic shadow expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a head grew, with double curved horns growing on the head, and eight arms and four legs sprouted from underneath. It was so scary!
For a moment, people were panicked, and the cold man's face became solemn, pointing his long sword at the demonic shadow, ready to attack.
The young man in black shirt didn't take it seriously. He moved quickly, shot continuously with his palms, and his moves kept changing in the air. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and sand and rocks were flying, endlessly.
"call out"
His steps changed, his palms turned into swords, and he slashed down horizontally. The demonic figure was cut in half, turned into demonic smoke, and fled in all directions.
"They're just monsters, nothing to worry about." Yan Haochen looked at the demonic figure that was easily killed, feeling more confident in his heart.
He punched out, and the fire element surged out from his arm, like a fire dragon wrapped around his arm. The air around him also became hot and hot. The fire fist was as powerful as a bamboo, unstoppable, and instantly penetrated the nearest demonic shadow, leaving behind
A shocking fire hole.
"Peng"
The demonic shadow fell apart and exploded...
"Brothers, these demonic figures are just paper tigers. Let's destroy them first, and then fight for the soul weapon." Someone shouted, and his body moved accordingly, instantly blasting a demonic figure into pieces.
"Amitabha, unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha." Su Fucai said. He approached sideways, raised his foot and kicked it, but it went straight through the body of the demon, and then fell to the ground with inertia.
The demonic shadow looked at him ferociously, waved its eight arms behind it, lifted it up, and threw it against the wall.
"Ouch! Let me tell you who deceived me, a monk." He rubbed his red and swollen face and complained.
Yan Danchen looked at Su Fucai's embarrassed appearance and let out a "plop" sound, letting out a laugh like a silver bell.
Lin Zixuan stared at the demonic shadow behind him, quickly formed seals with his hands, and the power of the third level of the blood spirit realm burst out. He had to raise his hand and punch down, shaking the air. The brilliant white light surrounded the demonic shadow, like the scorching sun eroding, in the blink of an eye,
The shadow will disappear.
The cold man raised his eyebrows and drew his sword to kill forward. The long sword flew up and down in his hand, stabbing, carrying, wiping, picking, chopping, shaking, and cutting. He attacked the demon shadow from various angles, and the demon shadow
Countless holes appeared on the body, and then exploded rapidly.
The delicate woman's steps were light. As the hem of her skirt rotated, strips of colorful silk and satin floated out from her sleeves. When the silk and satin flew, colorful rays of light shone. After a while, several demonic figures were bound. With a squeeze of her delicate hand, the silk and satin flowed out.
The binding became tighter and tighter, until the demonic shadow turned into blue smoke and dispersed.
A melee, an unprecedented brawl broke out in the Demon Palace. It was a war between humans and demons. No one noticed that on the wall, a seven-eyed evil ghost held up a mirror and looked at them with a ferocious smile.
…
Inside the palace, swords flashed, swords flashed, and the sound of killings was heard endlessly. In just one hour, dozens of people fell into a pool of blood. The demonic figure lay on top of them, feasting on the corpses. The corpses soon shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then
After a while, only clothes and shoes were left.
"Terror, great terror!" Someone was panicking, but he didn't notice that a pair of dark arms had penetrated his body. He tilted his head and suddenly lost his breath.
Li Yunlan stabbed the demon shadow with his sword. The sword energy pierced the air and made a hissing sound, but there were only a few tiny stab marks on the demon shadow's body. Li Yunlan frowned, and a strong sense of crisis emerged in his heart.
In comparison, Yan Haochen seems quite relaxed. The demonic figures he fights with are often incinerated by their ferocious flame offensive. However, more and more people are falling around him, and those demonic figures are
They all rushed towards him...
The young man in the black shirt walked steadily, but his body was already covered with sweat, the spiritual energy in his body was disordered, and the power of his punches continued to weaken.
On the other hand, the delicate woman had her teeth in her mouth, and her clothes had been soaked in large areas, revealing her exquisite body. Su Fucai looked on in a daze, and just shook his head to avoid the sharp blow of the demonic figure behind him.
"Do you really think your fat grandpa is easy to bully?" Su Fucai muttered, and his fists descended from the mountain like tigers, hitting the demonic figure behind him.
In another corner of the palace, a man and a woman supported each other and walked. The man's eyes were full of tenderness, "Don't be afraid of poetry, no one can hurt you as long as I am here."
Suddenly, a demonic figure emerged from the wall, and Li Yunxi's eyes were horrified. He quickly turned sideways and decisively blocked the girl's back in front of him.
At this moment, a pair of white and slender hands turned a black iron folding fan. With just one swing, the wind blade cut towards the throat of the demon shadow, and the demon shadow dispersed like smoke.
"Protect the woman in your hands!" Zhou Xuan glared at Li Yunxi, then turned to kill another demonic figure.
"Lin Xuan, there is no way to go on like this!" Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes flashed, and the flame in his hand burned, pointing towards the killing demonic figure.
Lin Zixuan nodded. He held his hands in vain, and the white light around him condensed into a spear. He stabbed with all his strength, the light shone, and the demonic shadow dissipated.
"I know." He gritted his teeth and continued to seep out his soul power, exploring the four walls.
Yan Danchen was anxious. She drank with all her strength, and the flames gathered into the shape of a sword. Her clothes flew up, and the flames shot out. The fire sword came out of her hand, killing the murderous shadow, and then she collapsed on the ground, her face pale and weak.
"Hurry up!!"
Lin Zixuan was thinking rapidly, enduring the severe pain in his head, and kept exploring.
Suddenly, when his eyes glanced at the mirror glowing with a faint demonic aura in the hands of the seven-eyed monster, an extremely strong darkness surged out of his mind like a tide. Within a moment, he had a splitting headache and was in agony.
Lin Zixuan gasped for breath. He knew in his heart that if he hadn't already realized the fusion of the elements of darkness, he would definitely be turned into an idiot under that aura.
At this moment, the wall was strangely covered with a starlight barrier, and the seven pure black eyes of the seven-eyed evil ghost actually oozed bright red blood. Lin Zixuan came to his senses and quickly removed the power of his soul.
Looking at those seven eyes, Lin Zixuan felt cold all over his body, as if his soul had been sucked away by them.
The starlight barrier was constantly twisting, and the evil ghost was struggling hard inside. The entire wall shook violently. Everyone looked sideways, but saw nothing. Even Yan Danchen, who was closest to him, looked at Lin Zixuan.
The appearance is also inexplicable.
Lin Zixuan didn't notice at all that the pupils of his eyes strangely turned into black and white, and the black and white blood in his body began to beat continuously.
A faint suction force surged out from the black and white blood species, and turned into a pair of invisible palms outside the body.
The palm of his hand passed through the starlight barrier, grabbed the mirror held high in the evil ghost's hand, and immediately retracted it into Lin Zixuan's body. These actions were as easy as picking something out of a bag.
Lin Zixuan looked again and found that the mirror he was holding had disappeared. Just when he was about to think, an ancient voice floated in the sea of consciousness within his body.
"The spirit is received from heaven, and the bones are given to the earth. At the beginning of heaven and earth, the void was not separated, and the pure and turbid were not judged. However, a lotus was born in the chaotic demon sea, and the lotus opened with forty-nine seeds, and the seeds absorbed the true energy of Hongmeng.
, transformed into a soldier, one of which is called the illusion...magic mirror." (To be continued)