The sloppy boy or dark number 1465 licked his lips with a sly smile, laughed a little sickly and arrogantly, and then pulled his chest open with both hands.

Revealing the bloody white bone entrails within, and a slender and graceful dark sword.

Mo Lingxuan's pupils constricted, and his heart almost missed half a beat.

Dark Demon Sword!

The body of the Dark Demon Servant, the Dark Demon Sword!

The slender and elegant Dark Demon Sword has become more demonic after being stained with blood.

Dark No. 1465 looked at the dark demon sword in his hand in fascination, gently stroked the sword body with his palm, and whispered:

"Lord Dark Demon, you are trembling again, I have received your will, kill the Lord of the Demons, and let you soak in the blood of the Lord of the Demon Lord forever, right, Lord Dark Demon Servant, that is what you mean, am I right?"

Mo Lingxuan understood everything for a moment, his two pairs of eyes were bloodshot, and he trembled as he looked at the Dark Demon Sword that had followed him to fight the world.

"Let her go!"

Hiss!

Dark 1465 stopped what he was doing, because he felt that the Dark Demon Sword in his hand was struggling even harder, and hurriedly reassured: "Lord Dark Demon Servant, don't worry, I will let you soak the blood of the Demon Lord immediately!"

"I said, let her go!" Mo Lingxuan's back somehow appeared a thick dark surge that seemed to be impossible to dissolve, and the evil dark and tyrannical aura contained in it was terrifying.

Mo Lingxuan understood everything.

The former Eight Demon Servants are no longer there, and their consciousness has been destroyed by the immortals, and they have been sealed in the bodies of these maggot-like immortals.

For generations, year after year, he tried to torture and distort the last instinct of the Eight Demon Servants, completely turning them into immortal things.

Dark 1465 didn't seem to hear Mo Lingxuan's warning, but poured his blood into the Dark Demon Sword as if he didn't want money in a bit of madness.

With the Dark Demon Sword covered with spider web-like blood lines, the Dark Demon Sword finally stopped struggling and stayed quietly in the hands of Dark 1465.

Quietly, it was the same as Mo Lingxuan seeing her for the first time.

It was a silent and deep dark demon realm, Mo Lingxuan fell in love with her at first sight, and said to her with a smile: "Are you willing to be my sword?"

The Dark Demon Realm did not answer, quiet like a little girl who did not like to talk.

From then on, Mo Lingxuan had an extra sword behind his back.

She's the Dark Sword!

For the first time, a strong hatred flashed in Mo Lingxuan's eyes.

Immortals!

You don't have to think about it to know that in addition to the Dark Pavilion, there must be Light Pavilion, Time Pavilion, Golden Pavilion, Wood Pavilion, Water Pavilion, Fire Pavilion, and Earth Pavilion!

In every pavilion, this own sword will be suppressed, a demon servant!

I said. The thick darkness behind Mo Lingxuan even affected the entire dark space, and all the darkness seemed to be given life at this moment, scrambling to gather towards him.

The many Xuan Immortals and Earth Immortals who had faded away from the darkness were stunned for a moment, and then after feeling the incomparably powerful energy in the darkness above their heads that were still collapsing, they all scattered birds and beasts, and they didn't dare to stay for a moment, including those Earth Immortal Ancestors.

Ordinary Immortal Ancestors, they are not even qualified to watch it!

"I said!" Mo Lingxuan's pupils had been completely dyed pure black, and steaming demonic qi poured out from countless corners of the fairy world, rushing towards Mo Lingxuan.

You can vaguely hear countless beautiful sounds, singing the merits of the demon lord!

There are even more demons hidden in the corners of the fairy world, surviving for a long time, worshipping in one direction at the same time, and some don't even have basic wisdom, just because this is the instinct imprinted in their blood!

Ten Thousand Demon Dynasty Sect, the Demon Lord returns!

The majesty on Mo Lingxuan's body became stronger and stronger, and he wanted to snatch the Dark Demon Sword back before the immortal envoy arrived!

Dark No. 1465 didn't seem to feel anything, holding the Dark Demon Sword, put on a strange posture, and smiled at Mo Lingxuan: "Lord Demon Lord, do you know how much Lord Dark Demon Lord misses you, please stay and accompany Lord Dark Demon Lord forever!"

"Dark Demon Slash!"

A beam of dark red lines was like a crescent moon, breaking through space and time, and in an instant, it was in front of Mo Lingxuan.

Behind Mo Lingxuan, a huge black-armored giant with an ancient face appeared at some point, the demonic mist was steaming, and it was very vicious!

"I said !!"

Mo Lingxuan ignored the small and narrow dangerous slash in front of him, and the black-armored giant behind him just waved his hand, collapsing the space and crushing towards Dark 1465.

The slash hit the giant hand and left only a deep scar, and it was no longer able to continue.

Dark 1465's original confident grin gradually disappeared, and finally found that the dark demon was ineffective, his face turned even whiter, and he kept muttering indistinctly: "How is it possible, how is it possible?

Mo Lingxuan looked down at Dark No. 1465 coldly as if he was looking at a dead man, and roared with all his strength:

"Let her !!"

The giant hand unswervingly pressed down towards Dark 1465, no matter how hard the other party struggled, it was useless.

The sword aura of the Dark Demon Sword couldn't stop the giant hand at all.

Before the giant hand touched Dark 1465, his body turned into powder, even if the other party's Earth Immortal Ancestor was useless.

Before the power of the earth could reach Dark 1465, he was already dead.

With the death of Dark-1465, the Darksword broke free.

A telegraph came to Mo Lingxuan, but after a few circles around him, he never dared to come forward to admit his relatives, and he was a little restrained and shy.

Mo Lingxuan dispersed the power of the demon lord and held the dark demon sword with a smile.

Familiar feel, familiar temperature.

Although the two have been separated for thousands of years, the moment they touched, they blended together, and there was no barrier, just like the scene where the demon once presided over the sword battle in the heavens!

Tears streamed across Mo Lingxuan's cheeks, and the Dark Demon Sword in his hand sounded softly, like a long-lost child telling his parents about his suffering.

He stroked the blade of his sword and did not speak.

But the Dark Demon Sword quieted down, just like the previous tacit understanding, the Dark Demon Sword knew, and the master was telling her that she would never abandon it again this time.

Xia Bufan didn't know when he was stroking his chest and standing behind Mo Lingxuan, without saying a word, he knew what he should ask and what he shouldn't ask.

"Let's go. Mo Lingxuan's voice was a little hoarse, like a traveler in the desert.

Xia Bufan heard Mo Lingxuan's exhaustion, so he led the way and went to another inn nearby.

Not long after they left, a group of gold-armored soldiers arrived, and after taking one look at each other, they began to plant the array flags on the ground.

Soon the large array was set up, and the scene of Mo Lingxuan's battle against the assassin of the Dark Pavilion began to reappear.

But before they could take a closer look, the picture seemed to be disturbed by some force, and it dissipated.

At the same time, a trace of black gas flashed in Mo Lingxuan's eyes, and he muttered in a low voice, "Is it triggered?"