If there was no demon sword muramasa, what would he be like now?

There is a high probability that he will be a person who has not yet stepped out of Nanjing Safety City, and thinks he is a genius but an ordinary person.

Since the night when he was fifteen years old, Xiang Chen took the demon knife from Xiang Qiong's hand for three years, except for that time when he was framed and imprisoned, Xiang Chen never let the demon knife village leave.

In the past three years, Xiang Chen has long been accustomed to the appearance of the demon knife lying quietly in the scabbard.

Xiang Chen and Cang Dian had discussed when he would be able to try to pull the knife out of its sheath.

At that time, Cangdian's suggestion was that you should not try it below eight stars, and it was safer to do so after ten stars.

It's not that the demon knife can't be unsheathed, but Cang Dian vaguely guessed at the time that the biggest test for Xiang Chen when the demon knife came out of the sheath may not be from the body, but from the soul.

But today, when Xiang Chen himself was still in the middle of the four-star stage, he was finally forced to this step in the face of Zhu Zhenglie, who was unable to resist.

……

When Xiang Chen's hand was on the scabbard, the entire demon knife trembled.

Xiang Chen's teeth clenched, he gasped a few times, his beating heart couldn't be calmed, and in desperation, Xiang Chen's right hand was suddenly lifted up in a state where his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Vicissitudes!

In the scabbard wrapped in rags, the demon knife village was being pulled out a small section.

After this short section, Xiang Chen did not move.

The aura on his body was growing rapidly, and soon it skyrocketed from the previous level of withdrawing from the demon transformation to the peak of the six-star level, which was also the limit of his physical body.

The majestic demon qi poured into his body, but it did not break his body, which made Xiang Chen breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that Cangdian's guess was not wrong, even after being unsheathed, Xiang Chen, as the master of the demon sword, would not be maliciously counterattacked by the demon knife, after all, if the boundless majestic demon sea poured directly into his body, even if he was a martial arts master, he would definitely be directly exploded.

But before Xiang Chen could continue, it suddenly seemed that there was an invisible sledgehammer, and it slammed into the depths of his mind without warning.

Xiang Chen let out an uncontrollable howl and fell to his knees.

This scream was extremely poignant, startling Zhu Zhenglie, who was about to make a move.

He turned his head and saw that Xiang Chen was kneeling on the ground in extreme pain, and after constantly slamming his head on the ground, he couldn't help but sneer.

"What's going on? Is this a kowtow? Oh, little cub, no matter how much you beg grandpa, it's useless, don't show your foreign face. ”

Zhu Zhenglie laughed and shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to Xiang Chen, his disdain was extreme, what genius? It's just a poor kowtow.

It's just that Xiang Chen didn't kowtow to him, the reason why he would do such a move was because his skull was about to crack in pain.

Xiang Chen had never experienced such pain, as if thousands of ant colonies were frantically burrowing into his brain.

It hurts, it hurts my heart!

Mixed with this pain is a long-lost sense of loss of control, no one can see it, at this time, under Xiang Chen's lowered eyelids, a pair of pupils faintly have the potential to collapse, and at the same time, a scarlet like substance is quietly condensing.

This kind of messy senses put Xiang Chen in a bizarre state, suffering miserably, and the world was leaving him on the other.

At this moment, the intersection of Xiang Chen's Yintang Acupoint and Baihui Acupoint suddenly lit up.

This is his mud pill palace.

After the Mud Pill Palace lit up, Xiang Chen seemed to be poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he focused all his attention on the Mud Pill Palace, which was his sea of knowledge.

As soon as the scene changed, Xiang Chen opened his eyes in a void space.

He looked at his hands in shock.

"It's ...... My soul? ”

The reason why he was able to be sure was because the feeling at this time was the same as the previous two times when he entered the Demon Sword Village.

The only difference is that at this time, his soul body villain has been covered with a layer of light black, and in this void space, that is, Xiang Chen's sea of knowledge, there is a black diffuse that is different from the demonic aura.

The previous lighting of the Mud Pill Palace was the fluorescence emitted by the activation of Xiang Chen's soul body, and this fluorescence briefly forced back those black mist for a moment.

But after "hesitating" for a while, these black fogs continued to pounce.

When the black mist and Xiang Chen's soul body came into contact with the villain, Xiang Chen's soul body suddenly let out a scream.

He understood in an instant where the previous pain was coming from.

It's the black mist!

But when Xiang Chen's consciousness returned to his soul, Xiang Chen at this time had the capital to resist.

What is the will of man, and what is consciousness?

To measure the strength of a person's soul, it depends on his consciousness, and those who are strong in spirit can even achieve consciousness out of the soul, and perception pervades all directions.

As early as a long time ago, when he was still in the Demon Capital, Xiang Chen lit up the Mud Pill Palace in the battle with Yun Shaoxuan.

Soul power is different from true qi and qi and blood, even if Xiang Chen did not consciously sharpen it, during his cultivation during this period of time, Xiang Chen's spiritual power was constantly improving on its own.

The period after lighting up the Mud Pill Palace was also the period when his soul power increased most significantly.

Today's Xiang Chen, his spiritual power is no longer what it used to be, and the most direct embodiment is his soul body that has been condensed several times.

If spiritual power is a soldier, then willpower is a general.

No matter how strong the spiritual strength is, if it is placed on a person with weak willpower, it is also a straggler, which seems to be strong, but in fact it can't fight a tough battle.

And if he has a super strong will and has never cultivated his soul, then at best he can only be regarded as an ordinary person with a tough heart, maybe he has excellent willpower and will not be discouraged in the face of any setbacks, but when he encounters the suffering that Xiang Chen's soul has endured at this time, he is afraid that his soul will disintegrate in an instant and end up scattered.

Fortunately, after ten years of refining his heart in the Demon Sword World, he has experienced several times of the clear wiping of the heart of martial arts, and at this time, Xiang Chen's will has almost reached the limit of his age and strength.

And the skyrocketing of mental power made his consciousness extremely strong.

Xiang Chen gritted his teeth, acted with will, turned into a soldier, and cooperated with each other, and the black mist bombarded together without hesitation.

The black fog is too strong, they almost completely encroach on Xiang Chen's sea of knowledge, and the only thing Xiang Chen can do is to maintain the last clarity in this sea of knowledge filled with black fog...

……

I don't know if it's a moment or ten thousand years.

Xiang Chen reopened his eyes, and in front of him was a rough rock surface.

At this time, his pupils were no longer scarlet, but the position of the whites of his eyes was completely assimilated by the ink color of his pupils.

One of his eyes turned completely black, and he couldn't see a trace of white!

It's pure black, it's so black that it makes people palpitate.

Xiang Chen glanced inwardly at his heart, at this time, his heart was filled with a large amount of scarlet energy, but when Xiang Chen had the heart to observe carefully, he found something different.

After this scarlet energy entered the heart, it was quickly split into two streams, one composed of pure crimson energy, which flowed through his whole body with the blood, fusing with his true qi.

The other stream that Xiang Chen had never discovered before was an undetectable black mist, which went all the way up and poured into his Mud Pill Palace.

Xiang Chen realized in an instant, he felt that he had faintly touched the essence of demonic energy.

Demon energy, perhaps, itself is composed of two parts!

One of them is the pure crimson energy, which directly acts on his true qi, which will ignite his true qi and make it burst out with energy beyond his own level, which is the basis of demon transformation.

Essentially, this crimson energy cannot act on the soul, so it does not affect his mood.

What really made a difference was the black mist.

The combination of this black mist and crimson energy created a demonic aura that was always scarlet. This is also the reason why the demon sea in the demon knife is dark red.

If Xiang Chen's body is compared to a vat, then the Demon Dao Village is under the restraint of the scabbard, adhering to the principle of not directly destroying its master, and the demonic qi pouring into Xiang Chen's body will not exceed the limit of this vat.

Therefore, the black mist that entered Xiang Chen's Mud Pill Palace in the past was limited due to the restriction of red energy, although it would bring him all kinds of negative emotions, but it was nothing compared to the limit of the physical body.

But when the demon knife was unsheathed, the unbound demon sea found a gap, although because the crimson energy in the vat had reached its limit, it could not directly burst Xiang Chen's body, but it could peel off a large amount of black mist.

This black mist, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, poured into Xiang Chen's sea of knowledge.

Xiang Chen roared angrily and slammed his forehead on the ground.

He resisted!

Xiang Chen, who was lying on his stomach, got up slowly, his forehead was full of blood, and the sticky saliva in his mouth was dripping uncontrollably, but he didn't care about it so much, his right arm was raised little by little, and with his movements, a little cold, quietly came to the world.

The black mist in Xiang Chen's sea of knowledge became thicker and thicker, and his soul flickered violently, constantly expanding and contracting, which was a sign that he had almost reached the limit.

It's just that at this moment, no one pays attention to Xiang Chen, a loser, not worthy of their attention.

…………

"Aha! Weak weak, too weak! ”

Zhu Zhenglie is like incarnating a fierce tiger, killing everywhere.

Liu Song clenched his steel teeth and desperately stood in front of him with his hands in front of him, resisting the attack from Zhu Zhenglie. Between his teeth, a large handful of blood foamed out continuously.

His mouth, nose and eyes were bleeding.

Beside him, Li Lin's hands were bent at a strange angle, and the bits of bone stubble were exposed to the air, which was extremely miserable.

Li Lin fell to the ground and laughed miserably.

It's useless, that's the end of it, they're like the ridiculous praying mantis, trying in vain to stop the mad tiger.

The remaining few members of the Iron Bone Mercenary Group simply sat on the ground, they didn't have the courage to fight Zhu Zhenglie at all, and they even had no doubt that they were afraid that Zhu Zhenglie would be killed with a slap if they rushed up.

Eight-star martial artists, killing these four-star ordinary existences is as easy as killing chickens.

"It's over!"

Zhu Zhenglie shouted, his palms slapped out with black true qi in unison, Liu Song looked up to the sky and sprayed blood wildly, and smashed on the ground in embarrassment.

With a face like gold paper, Liu Song's expression was very complicated, some were unwilling, some were annoyed, some regretted, and some were relieved.

At least in the end, Liu Song, who acted cautiously in the past, would not be poked in the back and scolded as an ungrateful blade.

Zhu Zhenglie laughed wildly, looked at Liu Song with a desperate face, and had no intention of stopping, the five fingers of his right hand opened and smashed out.

With this punch, he was going to smash his head directly.

Just before Zhu Zhenglie's fist was about to land on Liu Song's head, Zhu Zhenglie violently stopped the offensive.

Liu Song had closed his eyes tightly, and after waiting for a long time, he still didn't feel anything, he opened his eyes little by little, carefully.

This sight almost frightened him into a rupture of his liver and gallbladder.

Zhu Zhenglie's calloused fist hovered less than ten centimeters in front of his forehead, and even Liu Song could feel the scorching true qi, stinging his cheeks.

Liu Song swallowed his saliva, although he didn't know what had happened, but his desire made him move his body carefully and retreated little by little.

It wasn't until he retreated to Li Lin's side that he gasped for breath violently, and his sunken chest almost didn't hurt him to death due to his excessive breathing.

Just now, he didn't even feel the sharp pain in his chest!

"What's going on?" He asked.

Li Lin shook his head blankly, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

Zhu Zhenglie was indifferent to Liu Song's departure, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and he turned around slowly, cautiously, and in fear.

At this sight, he laughed angrily.

The reason why he stopped just now was because he felt a sudden burst of terrifying killing intent like a substance behind him, which he had never seen before, and even made him think that it was some peerless killing god or a super fierce beast that had robbed its cubs and locked him.

But it turned out that he was too worried.

It was just Xiang Chen, who was struggling to get up again.

Although he didn't know how Xiang Chen burst out with such a substantial killing intent, he was a dignified eight-star martial artist, and he would not really be killed by the killing intent......

Zhu Zhenglie's face was full of annoyance and anger.

"Little brute, you really beg for death again and again......"