Entering the demon has nothing to do with the demon race, and the demon is just a state.

It's just because the temperament of the demon race has always been violent.,So in the past era, the relationship with the other five clans was very bad.,So this not very good state was named into the demon.。

And the demons like to call this state immortal.

When a monk falls into a demon, it means that to some extent he has lost his mind and is manipulated by the exercises.

This is the most extreme situation of the practice backlash.

There are also two kinds of demons, one is autonomous and the other is passive.

At this time, the self-entry into the demon and let the exercises manipulate the body will make this harmony be improved to a considerable extent, and the power that the exercises can exert will be raised to a higher level.

But after that, it is difficult for the exercises to be under the control of the monks themselves, and they will often operate autonomously.

The result of passive enchantment is similar to that of voluntary enchantment, but it is mainly induced by external factors, rather than voluntary.

There are many external factors, but in summary, it is too much psychological stimulation for the monks, causing the monks to lose their minds and urge the exercises to a degree that is difficult for them to control, so that the exercises can get out of the monks' control and operate on their own.

Because of this characteristic, after the monk enters the demon, even if he has the same cultivation and combat experience, the monk who enters the demon can exert about 30% more strength than the normal monk.

However, if things have their advantages, they must have their disadvantages, and entering the demon will cause a huge burden to the monk, and the physical body can hardly carry such a high-intensity and high-frequency exercise, and the monk who enters the demon will generally end up quite miserable.

Either they are regarded as heretics and killed as soon as possible, or they are completely wasted, their meridians are broken, and they can't even be rebuilt, and the most serious one is to explode and die.

Therefore, the monks are very cautious about entering the demon, even if the demon will increase their own strength, but the consequences will also make people dare not enter the situation of the demon.

Unless, the situation has reached a certain death situation, but at that time, people are more inclined to choose the more powerful detonation of themselves and the enemy to die together, rather than into the demon, after all, the power of self-explosion is far better than the demon.

At this moment, Chu Feng was obviously passively demonic, and too many mortals had died, which stimulated Chu Feng's psychology and made Chu Feng eager to kill Lu Yu, so he urged his exercises far beyond the scope of his control, so as to enter the demon.

After entering the demon, the monk will lose his sanity, and he will only think about the things he was most concerned about before entering the demon, so he will not easily realize that he has entered the demon.

If this continues, more people will be drained of their essence and blood by Chu Feng and die.

Lu Yu laughed loudly, completely ignoring the blood sword that had condensed in the dark night and began to glow with a dazzling light. He laughed whimsily, and his laughter was full of sarcasm and teasing.

"Don't you want to think about these mortals? You don't start killing people now in pursuit of greater power, killing them is not slower than me, not softer than me at all!"

Let a person do what he keeps saying he won't do, and take such a scene in his eyes, the pleasure is really exciting, and people are so excited that they start to tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Yu trembled with excitement, he was thinking that when Chu Feng woke up and found that he had killed so many mortals, what would he think, what would he do, would he kneel on the ground and cry, wail, or would he be willing to fall and become a peerless demon king?

This situation was forced by himself to do this.

Such a sense of accomplishment made Lu Yu more and more excited and happy, and the light in his eyes was not even inferior to the blood sword that had refined the essence and blood of the residents of the entire Haiyang City.

Xiao Changye's face changed greatly, and he just wanted to stop it, but he saw that those who had been drawn blood fell into a coma due to blood loss after reaching the limit of weakness, and at the same time, the blood line connecting those people and the blood sword that broke off the ancient and modern times was also broken.

Wrong!

None of them are right!

Chu Feng didn't fall into the devil!

Lu Yu's wild laughter stopped abruptly, Konoha in the distance also frowned, and Xiao Changye was silent.

The monks who were gradually retreating in the distance, unwilling to get involved in this turmoil, also showed surprised eyes.

They were all a little puzzled, whether it was Chu Feng's current momentum or state, he should have already fallen into the situation of entering the demon, why did he cut off the blood line at this time and did not extract it again!

Xiao Changye was puzzled, but he also clearly realized that Chu Feng's method of drawing blood would only cause weakness to the human body for a period of time, and would not be fatal.

And because of this means, a large number of people fell into a coma because of weakness, and combined with his rescue, death was only concentrated in the initial period, not to the extent that thousands of people died as he expected!

All the sense of accomplishment in Lu Yu's heart was swept away at this moment, leaving behind an irrepressible anger.

He roared and swirled the flames of darkness, wanting to burn the entire city of Haiyang to the ashes of death, burying all living beings in despair forever.

But at that moment, the blood sword, which had been silent, finally moved.

This blood sword is not big or small, just like an ordinary sword, but the whole body is crystal bright red, as if it is an extremely precious, extremely pure blood jade or red crystal, after the careful and meticulous polishing of skilled craftsmen.

The blood sword is three feet two inches long, and the sword body is two inches and one minute wide.

The hilt of the sword is an ordinary hilt, with a simple moire carving, revealing a simplicity and a plainness.

But at the very end of the hilt, a man's head was carved.

That was Chu Feng's face, it was Chu Feng's face.

Chu Feng's expression was very strange, the corners of the mouth on the right half of his face drooped downward, and tears flowed from his eyes, but the corners of his mouth on the left half of his face were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of gentle and sweet smiles.

He resembles the funny and laughing clown of an acrobatic troupe that roams the countryside and buys tricks for a living.

But after seeing this face, no one will smile so easily.

The crying face on the right half, as long as you look at it, is like involuntarily recalling the pain and sorrow you have experienced in this life, and all the regrets will come to your mind in great detail - those life and death, those death, those sadness that no one can change......

And the smiling face on the left, even if it is only slightly swept over the slightly raised corners of the mouth, will remember the good times he once read, and every minute of magnificent time will surround him - the innocence and playmate of childhood, the youthful and ignorant feelings of youth, and the fragrance of sunshine and flowers in the arms of that person......

The carving of the sword's tail is very small and delicate, but no matter how far away, everyone can see it really and delicately.

Crying and laughter are mixed together, and it is difficult to identify a person with tears, whether he is crying or laughing, and even what kind of tears are those tears are difficult to distinguish.

Xiao Changye smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some sadness between the corners of his eyes.

Mu Qiuyu's eyes widened, and those memories that had long been buried by the dust were awakened by this statue, constantly impacting her mind.

Konoha didn't seem to be affected in any way, still standing by Mu Qiuyu's side, without the slightest joy or anger on his face.

Ying Lian shyly clenched Mu Qiuyu's hand, and the tighter she clenched, until Mu Qiuyu showed a painful look, she slowly let go.

At this moment, no one knows who remembered what, but it must be an unforgettable memory in a lifetime, and it will continue to move forward with their lives until a certain moment, with them sleeping together in the desolate grave of years, no longer known by anyone.

However, it is enough to be able to be hugged by yourself and fall asleep.

Lu Yu also remembered a lot of things...... There was something in it that he wanted to abandon no matter what, but he couldn't get rid of it anyway, and it made him let out a roar of rage.

He continued to wriggle the dark flames, only to find that the flames had long been locked in the space, unable to move any longer.

Lu Yu laughed wildly, not afraid of being locked in, but frightened, he became more and more excited.

Because the next moment, it was a fight between blood and blood, flesh and flesh, and he liked that tangible touch!

Then come on!

The black Bi Fang in the sky and the feather sword let out a staggered roar, and the hundreds of blood swords that exuded the phantom shadow of Chu Feng collided and bombarded, letting out a thunderous roar.

The dead qi that had been nourished by the corpse began to gather into the air, and it also began to condense, turning into a mouthful of black long swords, black but with a strange light, roaring to support the hundreds of blood swords.

A figure suddenly and slowly appeared in the void.

It was Chu Feng, Chu Feng with a naked body, Chu Feng with a sound body, his body was as white as jade, flowing with a peculiar luster, his expression was calm as usual, and his neat and tidy black hair fluttered and fluttered in the wind, like a flag.

He was completely free of the embarrassment he had a moment ago, and all that was left was the moment of being like a celestial.

Chu Feng beckoned slowly, and the blood sword that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly appeared in Chu Feng's hand, and was held tightly by Chu Feng.

The thick blood roared and condensed into a thin coat, draped on Chu Feng's body, and fluttered slightly with the wind, like a real garment.

Chu Feng looked at Lu Yu, his eyes were full of blood, but they were also mixed with a faint purple.