Before Dark Chen screamed, Zhao Shenbi had already felt the extremely hidden aura in the darkness.

He was shocked, and subconsciously thought that it was the guard brute left in the castle by the Darkblood True Demon, but after sensing the resentment in this breath, his eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly.

All the bad premonitions before are now all soaring.

In the midst of this lightning and flint, Dark Chen had already activated the Dark Clan pattern, bathed in dark gray flames.

Countless hideous veins on his arms drilled out like earthworms, all wrapped around the spear in his hand, as if they had taken root, and completely fused with the spear.

"Dark Blood Extreme Transformation First Form, Demon Dragon Avatar!"

The violent dragon roared, and the gray robe of the dark star shattered and exploded, and sure enough, a dark dragon with cold scales broke through the sky, shaking the dust all over the ground and flying all over the sky.

In the darkness, an arm also stretched out, grabbing the dragon that Darkchen's right hand turned into lightly.

Dark Chen didn't flinch in the slightest, and all the dragon scales on the dragon's arms were erected.

Under this blow, except for Zhao Shenbi, who still maintained his expression, the rest of the people couldn't help but be shocked.

Dark Chen's cultivation is profound, a few years ago it was already in the late stage of the Blood Pill Realm, and the cultivation of the body forging technique "Dark Blood Extreme Change" is a high-level method that is secretly passed down within the Shura Dark Clan, even if he faces an ordinary Blood Pill Perfection Refiner, he may not be without the strength to fight.

This can be called an all-out blow, and I am afraid that none of the people present are confident that they will be able to block it unharmed.

However, the next scene almost made their eyes split.

As soon as Darkchen's dragon arm was grabbed by the big hand in the shadows, the dragon's head immediately let out a terrible and painful wail, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

And with a slight force of the big hand, it directly tore off the faucet!

Darkchen's face was as pale as paper, and after gasping, he slowly retreated with everyone.

In the darkness, the tall figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, completely exposed to the bright light.

The moment he saw this figure, Zhao Shenbi only felt his throat tighten, and subconsciously held the ash on his waist.

Besha, who had the weakest concentration, looked like a dead man, and couldn't help but howl bitterly, "How is it possible......! You're not dead! How could you not be dead!"

As he stepped into the dreamy light, all the light faltered like candles in the wind.

His body was tall, and even the burly and sturdy Atta looked a little short compared to him without unfolding Shura's transformation.

His whole body was shrouded in a layer of pure black scale armor, even his head was wrapped in a pure black helmet, and two black skulls stood on his shoulder armor.

Only the blood-colored cloak on his back was as red as if it had been soaked in hell.

However, what made people feel that their scalps were about to explode was the sword he held in his hand.

A sword that was so deep and pitch-black that even the light seemed to swallow it all.

At this moment, this extremely dangerous giant sword is exuding an irresistible devouring power, devouring the power of every treasure on the storage shelf.

Even if Zhao Shenbi hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could recognize it at a glance, and this sword that made him feel a strong threat was the natal magic weapon of the Dark Blood True Demon - the Black Yao Breaking Sword!

And being able to hold this sword without suffering the slightest backlash, the identity of the person in front of him is naturally about to come out.

Dark Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood, his expression was crazy, "Ancestor...... Ancestors...... Why are you still alive?"

After hearing the word "Ancestor" shouted by Dark Chen himself, the three of Beisha had already retreated to the edge of the stairs, and couldn't help but tremble.

This figure is the owner of this treasure castle, the Dark Blood True Demon!

Although the Dark Blood True Demon did not have a strong momentum, they were still distracted, and they only felt that their minds were empty, and they were about to lose their footing.

Because the fierce reputation of the Dark Blood True Demon is really too suffocating.

Especially at this moment, facing the fierce demons of a thousand years ago, I feel the horror in it.

On the Black Shine Sword, the black light flowed erratically, and it seemed that the souls that had fallen under the sword in the past could be faintly heard, and they were letting out a painful and resentful roar.

They have lost the courage to fight, and only the overwhelming fear remains, tearing at their hearts with madness.

They couldn't understand why the Dark Blood True Demon, who had long since fallen, was standing alive in front of them at the moment.

And the most frightening things are often those things that they can't understand.

The Darkblood True Demon didn't speak, and in the hole in the helmet, two cold and ruthless gazes swept across the faces of the six people.

Although there was no human emotion in this gaze, Zhao Shenbi still sensed a deeply hidden resentment, entrenched in that burly body like a poisonous snake.

Unlike a few people who were frightened, Zhao Shenbi was well-informed and maintained absolute sanity and composure from beginning to end.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he had already retreated to the first floor, and exclaimed in shock, "The Dark Blood True Demon is dead, and what occupies his body now is the resentful spirit generated by his post-death resentment!"

A word woke up the person in the dream, and as soon as Zhao Shenbi's words came out, Dark Chen and the others immediately noticed that there was no vitality in this body, but was dominated by a strange force.

At the same time, the Darkblood True Demon howled in a twist, green flames burning through the holes in his helmet, and slashed down at Darkstar with a sword.

Behind his tall body, a twisted and hideous ugly soul emerged, like a puppeteer, each claw wrapped in long black threads.

And the body of the Darkblood True Demon is the puppet it manipulates.

Spirit-ridden.

Before the Black Yao Severed Sword fell, the faint blood source qi in the air was instantly emptied, and the black stone slab as solid as stubborn iron immediately exploded.

Fortunately, Dark Chen's reaction was also extremely fast, and after quickly turning to one side, he avoided this sword without danger.

He said in a deep voice, "Everyone, it seems that the power of the treasure in the first layer has been lost, it should be due to this resentful spirit, if we don't work together to kill him, I'm afraid we will all die today!"

It's just that his words obviously didn't have much effect.

Because everyone soon discovered that although this resentful spirit that occupied the body of the Dark Blood True Demon, although it erupted with monstrous resentment and hatred, it was only aimed at the Dark Chen and the Dark Spring, which had the blood of the Dark Clan.

Especially Dark Chen, as a descendant of the Dark Rain Stone, his bloodline is richer and deeper than the Dark Spring, and he is the first to bear the brunt of it at the moment.

In less than a stick of incense, Dark Chen and Stygian Spring fought with the resentful spirits in the hall on the first floor, almost frantically more than a hundred times.

Although both of them urged Shura's body with all their might, and their magic weapons and secret techniques emerged in an endless stream, they still fell into absolute disadvantage.

It is not difficult to understand that even if this resentful spirit is only attacking simply and sluggishly, even the Shura people's fundamental qi and blood power cannot be urged.

But after all, the Dark Blood True Demon was once a half-step Yin Moon Realm's physical body, and that extreme speed and strength alone was enough to make the two of them anxious and powerless to parry.

The scale armor vibrate, and the Black Yao Severed Sword was raised, slashing out, and quickly became larger in the pupils of Dark Chen, and even the space brought out ripples.

He was so anxious that he could clearly perceive the trajectory of the sword's slash, but he didn't have time to avoid it.

Because the speed at which this sword is swung is too fast, and it is getting faster and faster, constantly breaking through the upper limit!

"Dark Blood Extreme Transformation Second Form, Dragon Scale Dark Demon Shield!"

Darkstar no longer dodged uselessly, but crossed his arms with his hands and raised his head to the sky and roared.

His body swelled rapidly, and the gray dragon scales the size of his palm pierced through the flesh, and with dripping blood drilled out from under the skin, like dense gears, staggered and bitten, forming a large shield in an instant.

Dragonscale Shield.

The blade of the sword came in an instant, breaking through the indestructible dragon scales like slicing tofu, and penetrating Darkchen's chest effortlessly!

He looked shocked, blood spurted wildly from his mouth and chest, and he roared angrily, "Under the nest, how can there be no eggs! If you don't make a move, do you want to be broken by him one by one, and all of them die here?"

Zhao Shenbi's eyes flashed with stars, and he finally moved.