The black fog is rolling, the waves are undulating, and the Black Wind Ridge is like an underwater world.

At the mouth of the valley at the mouth of the gourd, the two Demon Sect disciples sat cross-legged, and the black aura they emitted merged with the mist.

Originally, they could have left early in the morning, after all, it was too easy to kill a person, and it was enough for them to do it.

However, the elder took a fancy to the Hell Dragon Eagle, and it would take a lot of trouble to think about it.

At the thought of the young Hell Dragon Eagle, the hearts of the two of them were also on fire.

The Helldragon Eagle is precious because of its powerful combat power and infinite potential.

Its dark attribute is very consistent with the dark attribute of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and it has a great temptation for the Demon Cultivator.

The Hell Dragon Eagle is very good at disguising its dark attributes, and when it reveals its dark attributes, it is often an adult, and it is difficult to be domesticated.

Such a well-developed Hell Dragon Eagle is still a juvenile Hell Dragon Eagle, and it is still dual-attributed, even in the unshaded domain, it can be called rare.

Not to mention the elders, even if they do, they will be desperate to subdue it.

The two of them never thought that the elders with extraordinary strength would fail, let alone that the elders would be killed by the hostages.

Suddenly, in the direction of the valley, there was a violent fluctuation of energy, and the two Demon Sect disciples opened their eyes at the same time, revealing a look of surprise.

The fluctuation of that energy came from their elders.

Hasn't the elder subdued the Hell Dragon Eagle yet, why did he make such a big move?

Deep in the valley, black fog fills the air.

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes lowered, and he stretched out a palm forward.

The palm of the white hand, the palm of the palm is a pool of blood, and a black glass bead is soaked in the blood, flashing with a bewitching light.

When he was in the Ura Realm, Changsheng had already understood the mystery of the "Relic Reincarnation Technique" and understood it in his heart.

At this moment, he was refining the first relic.

Under the meaning of the heart, the blood in the palm of the palm rippled with viscous blood light, and countless filaments stretched out, like vines climbing upward, wrapped around the relics.

Buzz, buzz!

The transparent glass beads, the light is rhythmically lit and extinguished, as if breathing.

The blood strands crawling on its body twisted into strange talismans, which penetrated into it, and the glass beads trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

Inside the relic, there was a roar, countless secret messages, countless energy rays, and endless blooms outward.

Under the powerful impact, the blood in Ye Changsheng's palm suddenly opened outward, as if it had thrown a boulder.

The open blood turned into a blood-colored vortex, swirling on his white palm.

The energy and messages from the relics burrowed into the torn wounds in the palms and quickly swam.

Some of them directly entered Ye Changsheng's Soul Sea, and some of them drilled into the Spiritual Sea Space of the Dantian and were absorbed by the seventh-level floating slaughter on the lotus.

The black light of the second-level floating slaughter suddenly shone brightly.

The corners of Ye Changsheng's tense lips relaxed, revealing a smile of surprise.

The messages that entered the sea of souls were chaotic and disorganized, like angular fragments, but the power of his soul was extremely powerful, enough to withstand such an impact, and these messages were dissolved by the way.

And the energy that entered the seventh-level floating slaughter was directly transformed into the little dragon elephant power, which was not expected before Changsheng.

Probably because of the blessing of the demon cultivation of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique", his body automatically made a choice.

Without a doubt, this choice is the wisest.

The swirl swirling in the palm of his hand grew smaller and smaller, and finally completely burrowed into the rift and disappeared.

Even with it, the black glazed relics disappeared completely.

Ye Changsheng breathed for a while, waited for his body and mind to regain calm, and once again activated the mystery of the "Relic Retrieval Technique".

The crack in the palm of his hand opened again, and the crimson blood gushed out, converging into a pool of blood.

In one go, Ye Changsheng finished refining the remaining five glazed relics in turn.

In the sea of spirits, the aura is permeated, and in the mist of the tide, the seventh-level floating slaughter above the black floating lotus is getting taller and taller.

The two-story tower of Futu flashed with black light, and the black was almost condensed into substance, as if it was made of glass.

And inside the tower layer, there are layers of dragon elephant light and shadow floating, and even the outermost dragon elephant has a complete image and is lifelike.

Ye Changsheng was excited, he could have a hunch that the second-layer floating slaughter was about to take shape.

His "Secret Record of Futu" has finally kept up with the cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and even surpassed some of them.

The little dragon elephant power contained in the second-level floating slaughter has been abundant to the extreme, making him have an urge to vent wildly.

And in the sea of souls, changes are also quietly happening.

The area of the Soul Sea increased by three feet, and the surface rippled with soft and soothing ripples, making it appear more and more profound.

And in the sky above the Sea of Souls, countless messy fragments of information were entangled together like a mess.

However, it is like a pair of invisible skillful hands, which are splicing together the fragments, peeling back the cocoon, and sorting out the messy information into a complete meaning.

It was unbelievable that the Demon Sect Elder's sword technique was actually created by himself after he fused the elders of a hundred schools.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the mystery of the sword art is completely preserved in the six relics, which is particularly clear.

Secondly, it is the "Demon God Transport**" cultivated by the elders of the Demon Sect, which is also highlighted in the messy information.

Obviously, the Demon Sect Elder has paid the most in these two peerless studies, and his understanding is also the most profound.

Time was pressing, Ye Changsheng didn't have time to sort out all the fragments and information, so he simply gave up part of it, and put all his thoughts and energy on "Demon Light Imperial Sword Technique" and "Demon God Handling**".

Time passed quietly, and the puzzle pieces of the two pieces of broken information were finally completed.

"Buzz!"

The complete stream of information, shimmering with brilliance, flows through the depths of the soul.

Ye Changsheng was shrouded in black mist, his meridians fluctuated, his muscles and bones swayed with it, and the energy in the spiritual sea flowed rapidly according to a strange rhythm.

In an instant, the mystery of "Magic Light Imperial Sword Technique" traveled all over the body.

His muscles, bones, meridians, and energy formed a complete memory, just like when he had practiced the Demon Light Sword Technique before, he had been cultivating for decades.

The data stream of another "Demon God Transport**" is not so complete, but half of it is missing.

Half of the mystery is useless, it can only flow into the depths of Ye Changsheng's memory and be stored.

Ye Changsheng was not disappointed, his harvest today was big enough, and he couldn't be too greedy.

Standing up suddenly, Ye Changsheng was full of energy, summoned the magic light flying sword from the magic ring, and then injected the residual breath on his palm into the flying sword.

The sword spirit seemed to sense the master's breath, as well as the fluctuations of the mysteries of the heart, and when he was at a loss, the thoughts that extended in were entangled with it.

One hundred and eight thoughts, all bound.

The Magic Light Flying Sword hung in the air, blooming with brilliant brilliance.

(End of chapter)