At the critical moment, Yue Zhongtian used his last hole card, which was also his greatest reliance. The Yue family spent a lot of effort, a lot of blood, and spent more than ten years refining the Black Demon Venerable Talisman.
A dark golden ancient talisman emerged from his body, and when he sprayed two mouthfuls of blood essence into the ancient talisman, a terrifying aura permeated the ancient talisman, turning into a man wearing black magic armor with a figure close to Two feet tall, tall and burly, the Mozun who possessed the strength of the third-level Beast Emperor realm waved his powerful and heavy fists to meet him.
"boom!"
The whole space trembled for a moment, the Black Demon Venerable's matchless fist directly shattered the remaining power of the magic knife, and launched a fierce attack on the Taoist magic knife.
"Let's go together, with the help of the Black Demon Lord, destroy the soul in the magic knife!"
There was a crack in Yue Zhongtian's body, and he could only use the Black Demon Venerable Talisman once and put it into his body. Holding a top-quality spear and an earth-splitting gun, Yue Bingyu and Yue Bingyu rushed up to cooperate with the Black Demon Venerable's full attack.
"attack!"
Mo Wuwang and the other three also appeared at the same time, attacking ferociously, and finally suppressed the attack of the Dao weapon Demon Saber.
"Demon, you actually used the blood of my demon clan to refine magic talismans, you should die!"
Being attacked by the black demon lord's domineering fist, the mysterious soul in the Dao weapon magic knife let out an angry roar, burned the soul at all costs, and fought back with all its strength.
"Could it be that the soul in this magic knife and the demon heart soul refined by the suzerain come from the same person?"
Hearing the roar from the magic knife, Mo Wuwang raised his brows, thinking of the possibility, he felt more and more that Longyuan was hiding a big secret.
Time passed extremely quickly in the fierce fighting, and soon, more than two hours passed.
During these two hours, Yue Zhongtian and the others paid a great price and were severely injured. The Black Demon Lord summoned by Yue Zhongtian almost exhausted all his strength and might dissipate at any time.
And the soul consumption in the magic knife is even more serious, and it is faintly unable to control the attack of the Taoist magic knife.
"Black Demon Lord, blast me!"
Feeling that the attack speed of the Taoist magic knife was getting slower and slower, Yue Zhongtian immediately ordered the Black Demon Venerable to get close to the magic knife, detonated the demon body, and launched the deadliest blow to him.
"boom!"
The Black Demon Lord exploded, and the destructive magic power released shattered the space, and bombarded the Taoist magic knife very close at hand.
"No!"
After receiving a fatal blow from the self-detonated body of the Black Demon Venerable, the Dao weapon Demon Saber let out an unwilling roar, endured three breaths, and finally was blown to pieces by the magic power of destruction, and disappeared into the Demon Saber.
"Huh, dead, finally destroying the soul in the Taoist magic knife!"
Feeling that the soul in the magic knife had completely disappeared, Yue Zhongtian and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and cast their eyes on the magic knife stuck on the ground, which contained terrifying power, and wanted to take it as their own.
Chapter 606 Heavenly Demon Dao Soldiers
"I am the first to recognize the owner of this magic knife, and everyone has no objections."
Yue Zhongtian took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood and injuries in his body, looked at the slightly pale Mo Wuwang, Mo Qianxin and the others, and said domineeringly.
"You are the first, but I must be the second!" Mo Wuwang gritted his teeth tightly and said in a low voice.
Although he had tried his best just now, his trump card was far inferior to the Black Demon Venerable summoned by Yue Zhongtian, so in terms of contribution, he knew he was not as good as Yue Zhongtian.
"good!"
Yue Zhongtian agreed happily.
In the end, the order of the Magic Knife that recognizes the Master was arranged, Yue Zhongtian was first, Mo Wuwang was second, Yue Bingyu was third, Mo Qianxin was fourth, and Mo Baifeng, who had almost lost his combat effectiveness and was almost killed, was fifth.
"call!"
Yue Zhongtian took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and slowly walked towards the Taoist magic knife inserted on the ground, stretched out his hands, and firmly grasped the magic knife inlaid with huge magic crystals and made of special materials. handle.
The next moment, Yue Zhongtian pulled out the magic knife, broke his palms, a lot of blood flowed out, penetrated into the magic knife along the handle, and tried to recognize its owner.
"Well, the meaning of death!"
A large amount of blood flowed into the magic knife, Yue Zhongtian immediately felt the will of death appeared in the magic knife, refined his own blood, and his face darkened instantly.
"Day pattern of darkness, Rong!"
Yue Zhongtian didn't comprehend the meaning of death, so he could only try to integrate twenty dark lines into the magic knife to restrain the meaning of death in the magic knife.
But the moment the twenty dark dao patterns entered the magic knife, Yue Zhongtian clearly felt a terrifying force forming in the magic knife, and while smashing the dark dao patterns, it attacked Yue Zhongtian.
"Boom!"
Caught off guard, Yue Zhongtian's arms were bitten back by the magic knife, almost breaking apart, and his whole body also lost control. He was pushed back several meters by the Taoist magic knife, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"It's my turn!"
Seeing that Yue Zhongtian failed to recognize the master of the magic sword, Mo Wuwang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately walked towards the Taoist magic sword, eager to recognize him as the master.
"Zhongtian, are you okay!"
Seeing Yue Zhongtian walking back with a gloomy face and bleeding arms, Yue Bingyu asked with concern.
"fine!"
Yue Zhongtian looked at the Taoist magic knife unwillingly, unable to accept the fact that he failed to recognize the master.