Demonic Abyss.
Outside the broken city, Li Jie watched the Source Demon Sword leave, feeling the aura released from the sword, and a bitter look suddenly escaped from the corner of his mouth.
He lowered his head and took a look at the scabbard he had carefully made for Pang Jian, and the bitterness on his face became even stronger.
The twelve arrays he engraved inside the scabbard were intended to suppress the demon soul in the sword, cut off the demon soul's connection with the outside world, and prevent the source demon from absorbing the evil in people's hearts to gain strength.
Now, as he watched the Origin Demon Sword go away, he realized that the array he had engraved might not be able to control the Origin Demon at all.
The scabbard instantly became a decoration, and became a "clothes" used by the Source Demon to cover the sword body.
That's all.
"Whatever, if it's useless, it's also my intention."
Li Jie controlled the Qilin Bell and flew above the city. He looked at the dragon heart of the eighth-level fire dragon, which was disappearing little by little in the burning flames of Pang Jian.
"Someone is watching me."
Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a vigilant look in his heart: "It should be Xuanying from the Demon Scale Clan. She came to the Demon Abyss and must be heading for the magic stone. If she is alone..."
Wu Yuan said in a low voice: "Pang Jian, we should rush to that magic stone as soon as possible."
"The Source Demon Sword went first, I will need a while." Pang Jian responded.
In the broken ground of Dantian, the burning flame pool swallowed up the essence and blood of the eighth-level fire dragon, and slowly condensed a red dragon ball in the pool.
The dragon ball floats in the vast pool of fire, blending into the raging flames, with the dragon's breath of Dragon Flame contained within it.
Below the fire pool, the underground crystal network woven with his blood crystal chains extended all the way into the Dantian fragment. The mystery of fire that Long Yan had comprehended was extremely clear.
He was still refining the dragon's heart with the "Origin Fusion Demonic Art" and digesting the power hidden in the dragon's heart.
This went on for a while.
The dark blue magic light, which was invisible to the naked eye and could only be perceived by the soul, actually poured into his body because he practiced the "Origin Fusion Magic Technique".
Below the broken ground of Dantian, a blue-black color suddenly appeared in the empty and deserted place.
The blue-black color was mysterious, and as he continued to practice the "Origin Fusion Demonic Art", the blue-black color beneath the broken ground of his dantian gradually spread and gradually extended to the surroundings.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
His strange chaotic sea suddenly generated a powerful suction force and began to frantically absorb the blue-black magic light rippling from the magic stone.
"Pang Jian!"
Wu Yuan looked shocked.
As he was in charge of the Purple Demon Eye and was sensitive to the existence of the magic stone, he was so close to Pang Jian that he naturally noticed the unusual movements of the blue-black magic light.
"Pang Jian, what you absorbed is the magic force! This magic force does not belong to Purgatory, but is released from the magic stone! The human body cannot bear the magic force. Only the members of the Magic Scale Clan, like Xuanying, can absorb the magic force into their bodies."
"Even I can't refine the magic power, so you must be careful!"
As he screamed, he was horrified to see another strange event.
The purple devil eye in his hand, like Pang Jian, absorbed the devil energy that was invisible to the naked eye.
As soon as the demonic energy entered the amethyst-like purple demon eye, it immediately became clear, transformed into wisps of blue-black smoke, and merged into the divine image of the great demon god Hermotian.
The illusory and fleeting image of the god is refining the demonic energy and transforming it into a part of the demon's body.
He Motian’s aura suddenly surged!
"I can no longer suppress his divine image! Pang Jian, I must rush to that magic stone immediately. I will use the power of the magic stone to continue to seal Hermotian's divine image!"
Wu Yuan ignored Xuan Ying's threat and rushed towards the center of the Demon Abyss.
Pang Jian reminded him softly.
While maintaining contact with the Yuan Mo Sword, he did his best to absorb the "Demonic Force" from Wu Yuan's mouth, and expanded the blue-black sea of magic under the broken ground of his Dantian.
"Chaos Sea, Chaos..."
Vaguely, he sensed a huge opportunity.
The two main forces in the Purgatory World, the filthy alien power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, conflict with each other. This is also what is manifested in his dantian. They can never coexist.
During this trip to the Demon Abyss, after practicing the "Origin Demon Fusion Art" taught by the Source Demon, he was able to refine the so-called demonic force through the Chaos Sea!
And the demonic power does not belong to purgatory yet!
Since the demonic power from outside the realm can be integrated into his dantian, does it mean that the impure power and spiritual power cannot coexist, and that his method is actually wrong
Does it require special spells or a special environment
Or both
Pang Jian knew that he was at an important juncture in his life. He pondered over the process of refining the dragon heart. He did not rush to the magic stone like Wu Yuan. Instead, he informed Yuan Mo: "Please take care of Wu Yuan, the one holding the purple magic eye. Don't let the woman of the magic scale tribe kill him."
The source demon responded: "I'll try my best."
"call out!"
The black and gold long sword suddenly stopped at this moment.
A huge prismatic purple crystal stood like a mountain at the bottom of the pit in the center of the Demonic Abyss. Its interior was turbid and unclear, but it continued to release astonishing blue-black magic light outwards.
The magic light here is no longer invisible, but becomes rich and deep, like a deep blue-black sea with rippling waves.
The huge purple crystal is like a magic mountain that has stood in the deep sea for tens of millions of years.
The land near the magic stone, at the bottom of the deep sea-like magic light, is filled with hundreds of intact remains.
Some of them are members of the Demon Scale Clan, some are demons that have been extinct in Purgatory, there are also human practitioners, and huge monsters.
There are even a small number of ghost and celestial people.
The remains, which have been dead for who knows how many years, still have flesh and blood, unaffected by the erosion and corrosion of time.
“Whoosh!”
The dazzling shadow of the magic knife passed over the well-preserved remains of powerful warriors from various races and shot straight towards the huge magic stone.
"Several ancestors of my clan."
She swept her eyes over the members of the Demon Scale Tribe, sighed softly, and whispered faintly: "More than 30,000 years have passed, and our ancestors have not yet been buried. As a descendant, I am fortunate to have the honor of seeing your remains when I enter the holy land of my homeland. I must restore the glory of the Demon Scale Tribe!"
The jagged magic knife suddenly enlarged.
On the smooth blade, there are clusters of black and purple magic patterns. After they emerge, they twist and move, as if corresponding to the vision of the eyes of the foreign demon god.
Next to the mountain-like purple magic stone, the black-gold sword that had stopped moving suddenly sensed something.
"Buzz!"
The sound of a sword suddenly rang out.
Those black and purple magic patterns that appeared in clusters on the Xuanying Demon Knife exploded and disappeared with a "bang bang bang" sound due to the buzzing sound of the Source Demon Sword.
"Seize the sword and destroy the soul in the sword!"
A supreme will, coldly and ruthlessly, emanated from the magic sword, instructing Xuanying to take action.
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(End of this chapter)