Above Pang Jian’s Dantian was broken into pieces.
The sunken pool of fire turned into a vast sea of fire, with beams of red lightning interweaving.
The green and sparkling broken ground below the fire pool is formed by long and thin crystal lines similar to mineral veins, but there is nothing mysterious inside, and no extraordinary laws or secrets are engraved on it.
at this time.
The blood crystal chain belonging to the eighth-level fire dragon was pulled down from the dragon's heart by him while he was practicing the "Origin Fusion Magic Technique" in the form of crimson electricity, and magically merged into the crystal line below.
At this moment, the secret blood technique from Long Yan, his innate talent and supernatural power, seemed to be imprinted in Pang Jian's pool of fire.
"The true meaning of fire that Long Yan comprehended!"
Pang Jian's mind moved, and he tried to distract himself and comprehend.
A look of joy suddenly appeared on his brows.
The bloodline secrets of the eighth-level Flame Dragon seemed like various advanced flame spiritual techniques. He felt them in the broken land of his Dantian and they seemed to be very easy to comprehend thoroughly.
This was countless times smoother than his comprehension of the extreme cold mystery of the "Heart of Winter" or his understanding of the thunder patterns in the pool of thunder.
"The truth of the Ice Demon and Thunder God's Dao is far beyond my power and level of cognition, so it is difficult for me to comprehend it. With my cultivation in the Silent Realm, it is naturally simple and clear for me to comprehend the blood talent of the eighth-level Flame Dragon."
Pang Jian was secretly excited.
Calming down, he pondered the true meaning of "Origin Fusion Magic Technique" in his mind, and felt as if he had turned into a molten pool that could burn and melt everything.
The mysteries in Yanlonglong's heart and every drop of dragon's blood essence were being dissolved by him.
"Source Demon, why is it so easy for me to use this magic secret technique?"
Pang Jian asked in his mind in surprise.
"Your Chaos Sea is different from that of ordinary people. The pool of fire formed in your Dantian can adapt to the Origin Fusion Magic Technique."
"I am now complete. You don't need to hold the hilt tightly. From now on, you and I will be able to communicate normally."
“Also, I have the ability to be independent.”
The Source Demon Sword flew out from his palm.
For the first time, this black and gold long sword flew and whistled on its own without anyone controlling it.
This sword seemed to have become a special demonic body of the Source Demon.
"laugh!"
The tip of the sword pierced into one of Long Yan's dragon horns, and all the mysteries inside the dragon horn were instantly melted away by the Yuan Mo Sword.
The Source Demon Sword was pulled out and stabbed at the next dragon horn, and that dragon horn was also melted in a short time.
Then came the dragon claws, and pieces of dragon scales that looked like red crystal jade, and then the blood and flesh of Long Yan.
Except for the dragon heart, the rest of the eighth-level fire dragon was completely sucked away by the Source Demon Sword, leaving not even a single dragon bone.
Outside the city, the Qilin Bell was floating in the air.
Li Jie stood above the bell, staring at the black-gold sword with a dull face. It swallowed up a hundred-foot-long fire dragon like a small snake swallowing an elephant.
Only at the dragon's heart, Pang Jian's whole body was engulfed in flames, and he was still absorbing the secrets of the dragon's heart.
"Wu Yuan, I heard that this sword was made by Mo Nan of the Demon Sword Sect. Can you tell me what this is about?"
Li Jie turned his head and looked at Wu Yuan who was also flying into the air. He shouted softly, "Do you feel that there is a real demon god hidden in that black gold sword?"
Wu Yuan remained silent.
After hesitating for a moment, he summoned the Purple Demon Eye and held it tightly in both hands.
In that purple demon eye, there was an image of a god belonging to the great demon god Hermotian, with four heads, four faces, and four arms, riding a peacock and facing the Source Demon Sword.
He Motian held the token, rosary, kettle and lotus in his hands, and took a full defensive stance.
This Hermotian has been under the influence of the true body of his outer space entity recently. Wu Yuan is suffering terribly in order to suppress this image of the god.
But now, this Hermostian became surprisingly well-behaved and did not exert any infectious force on him.
A small world in the sword.
The flesh, blood, and bones of the eighth-level fire dragon were integrated into the secret realm where flames were raging and boiling fire juice was everywhere.
The illusory secret realm gradually showed signs of becoming real because of the Flame Dragon's flesh, blood, internal organs, bones and veins.
The source demon, whose image was still blurry, was standing above that secret world, staring at the purple demon eye in Wu Yuan's hand from a distance, looking at the divine image of the great demon god Hermotian inside.
"It's just an image of God."
The source demon, who was salivating over this, seemed to be disdainful at this moment, and said calmly: "What I want is the real demon soul of He Motian, not the residual power that is not even one percent of His power."
"call out!"
The black and gold magic sword flew out from the shattered city and headed straight for the location of the magic stone.
Holding the Purple Demon Eye, Wu Yuan, who was frightened by the magic sword and broke into a cold sweat, suddenly flew to where Pang Jian was staying and shouted, "Pang Jian, your sword is out of control."
Pang Jian didn't even open his eyes and said, "He is not out of control."
The huge dragon heart had been shrinking in the flames. The most essential core part of the eighth-level fire dragon was still being absorbed by the "Origin Fusion Magic Technique" and was gradually disappearing.
The connection between him and the source demon has always existed.
He saw everything that Yuanmo did, including the changes in the secret realm of fire in the sword.
At this moment, the Source Demon's will and thoughts were still being transmitted from the sword, and he was still telling Pang Jian about his tragic experience.
"I used to be the most outstanding genius in the Demon Scale Clan, just like Xuanying of the Demon Scale Clan. I fought for those demon gods and conquered many galaxies for them."
"They once appreciated me immensely, gifted me with powerful magic weapons, and allowed me to be promoted to a demon god."
"I am one of the demon gods."
"But there are many demon gods, and only five great demon gods. I clearly have the power and strength to go further, and they clearly promised me that they would allow me to challenge for the position of great demon god."
"However, just as I was attacking the Great Demon, the gods believed in by many intelligent races suddenly appeared in the galaxies that I had destroyed and attacked."
"My path to becoming a great demon god was cut short, and I had no choice but to split my demon soul and escape. I don't even know where I escaped to."
"This demon soul of mine once again condensed its will and fully manifested just now."
"Even the me during the Mo Nan period was incomplete, broken and chaotic."
"I don't know why my demon soul followed that magic stone to Purgatory for no apparent reason! But there must be an answer in the magic stone, and I want to find that answer!"
"… "
The will of the source demon is constantly speaking.
He still couldn't remember the process from the time his demon soul split up to when it suddenly became complete.
But He already remembered His identity, and He also remembered that He once fought across the galaxies like a dazzling shadow for those demons.
He was once one of them.
…
In the heart of the continent, the Demon Sect’s headquarters.
In the cave where Xiang Shengwei was meditating, he slowly woke up from a long and bizarre dream, staring in a daze at the murals engraved on the rock wall.
Those murals are extremely ancient, and most of them have nothing to do with the civilization of Purgatory. They are all about the great achievements of the alien demons in conquering various races in the galaxy.
There are also scenes of some demons with majestic images who are successfully promoted to demon gods and are worshipped by thousands of demons.
These murals felt familiar to Xiang Shengwei. He felt as if he had personally participated in the scenes depicted in the murals.
"Brother Shengwei, I have long advised you not to practice the Magic Stone Technique. You are not a recognized person, and if you practice the Magic Stone Technique forcefully, the risk of becoming a demon is too high."
Elder Cheng Hao, who had recently been promoted to the peak of the Immortal Realm, had always been Xiang Shengwei's confidant, and the two had grown up together.
When there were no outsiders around, he called Xiang Shengwei "Brother Shengwei" and in his heart he also regarded Xiang Shengwei as a close relative like a brother.
Xiang Shengwei smiled calmly, his purple eyes suddenly showed an evil look, and he said: "I am the sect leader, how can I not practice?"
"According to the rules, it is the magic stone that chooses people, not us who choose the magic stone tactics. Since ancient times, we have been following this rule, and it cannot be broken or changed." Cheng Hao said seriously.
Recently, Xiang Shengwei often appears absent-minded, as if he is wandering in a trance.
He was worried that his "Brother Sheng Wei" was too anxious because of the catastrophe that had befallen the human race, and was afraid that he would be crushed by the pressure from the fifth realm.
He was also worried that his "Brother Sheng Wei" was secretly practicing the Magic Stone Technique and would be discovered by other elders in the sect.
"No problem."
Xiang Shengwei curled his lips and smiled elegantly.
He stood with his hands behind his back in front of a mural and looked at the special image of the great demon god Hermotian, sitting quietly on a huge stone platform, being worshipped by many demons from the Demon Realm.
There were many tiny spots of light flying out from the bodies of the believers like rain and pouring into Hermoshen's body.
Xiang Shengwei suddenly said, "I gave the Purple Demon Eye to Wu Yuan. This powerful magic weapon was originally a fragment of the magic stone. The Purple Demon Eye and the magic stone have always been connected."
A scene flashed through his mind.
This scene shows Xuanying of the Demon Scale Clan killing many disciples of the Demon Heart Sect and leaping into the Demon Abyss.
He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes in thought.
From the depths of his dark purple magic pupils, a huge purple magic stone emerged, standing quietly in the center of the magic abyss.
He saw a black and gold long sword heading straight for the huge purple magic stone. He also saw Wu Yuan holding the Purple Magic Eye, and Xuan Ying holding a magic knife.
"One must eventually wake up from the dream of the yellow millet, the rootless and boundless will return to dust."
His purple pupils quietly changed, turning into a dark blue color like the sky of the Demon Abyss.
Turning around, he looked at Elder Cheng Hao and said with a smile: "Cheng Hao, if I were a demon god from outer space, would you still be willing to follow me?"
Cheng Hao's smile was stiff: "Brother Shengwei, you are joking."
"I'm not joking." Xiang Shengwei said with a smile.
Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and fled out of the cave, but bumped into a stone door that suddenly closed.
His figure, like a fly in amber, was forever frozen in the stone gate.
"Dazzling Shadow."
Xiang Shengwei spoke.
His voice came from the headquarters of the Demon Sect, from this dark pit, directly to the magic sword that could communicate with the outer demon god: "Go to that magic stone quickly."
…
(End of this chapter)