The Black River is essentially a river, a river composed of the most filthy things in the plane, and there was no possibility of giving birth to a true artifact, but a wisp of silence breath contained invisibly gave it a chance to take shape, and it could withstand the breath of silence born when the world was destroyed, and finally survived and began the true path to promotion to the true artifact.

Becoming a real weapon is achieved step by step after the giant achieves detachment, the peak strength is the demon emperor period, and the black knife is a change after the promotion of the real weapon, just like Wang Sheng's transformation, in addition to being able to turn into a river again, that is the second stage of the real weapon itself, which is the strength that the black knife has never had the opportunity to exert.

"Fulfill your wishes, and serve you as Lord."

The spirit of the black knife transmitted a message, the picture flashed, and finally it was determined on a face that could not be seen clearly, and a strong aura of hatred came from the black knife's body.

Demon Emperor!

Wang Sheng frowned, it seemed that the black knife still had a strong obsession with the Demon Emperor killing his master, not only did he doubt that the reason why the black-clothed ancestor could use the other party was whether he had also made some promises inside.

Wang Sheng shook his head, he was not afraid of the Demon Emperor, and even wanted to see such a person, he could be detached and feared by a black-clothed ancestor who was not weak, but it didn't mean that he would do anything for the sake of using the black knife, he was detached, he would not be swayed by others, and he would not make a promise against his heart because of an insignificant real weapon.

Sensing his mind, the black knife was silent for a long time, and the river turned into a black knife again and slowly landed beside him.

"There is nothing wrong with revenge and revenge, but if you have the heart, you should avenge this revenge yourself, as long as you are strong enough, then whether it is detached or not, the five ancestors are important." Wang Sheng felt that he had also become eccentric, and actually explained it like this to a piece of true qi.

The black knife trembled slightly, and seemed to feel something, but in the end it didn't move, and was put away by the vigorous flip and fell back into the Buddha space in his palm.

Wang Sheng pondered quietly, thinking back to the previous battle, although the strength level was at one level, but it ended quickly, Wang Sheng put himself in a different position, and found that if he faced a strong man who exceeded his strength a lot, he was afraid that he would not be able to do as good as the black-clothed ancestor, and even hurt him, making his heart secret realm really fall into a crisis, although he did not know his own details, he could not deny the strength of the black-clothed ancestor.

Wang Sheng has experienced the shortcomings of his cultivation time period more than once, but this time he really realized the gap, strength is indeed important, and even to a certain extent, he can ignore everything else, but there are always strong people who exceed his own strength, and even strong people who are equal to his own strength, which is not something he can face.

Wang Sheng pondered, if he wanted to exert his strength, he obviously needed the same dodging skills as the black-clothed ancestor, this was the price of time, and Wang Sheng wanted to achieve this, unless he exceeded the skills that transmitted everything to him at any cost.

But this is impossible, Wang Sheng thinks of a way to replace this skill, practice makes perfect, and constantly familiarizing himself with strength is a method, but if he can't find a suitable place, he can't exert his strength, in addition, he is trying to coordinate the strength of his body, just like mortals practice martial arts, it is also very important to play just one part of the skill, and it is also very important to exert one's strength with the skills that have been tempered.

Wang Sheng obviously lacks such a method, or the supernatural power technique.

Wang Sheng sat up and had some ideas, but he needed to practice, and he still had to say whether he was useful or not.

He thought that there were so many mythical eras in the world, plane exercises, countless powerful figures, and countless powerful figures, and the countless kinds of exercises created were also innumerable, and they might not be of much use to those who set foot in the promulgation of transcendence, because they had reached the limit of nothingness, and all supernatural powers were useless to them.

But detachment is like returning to the basics, and the supernatural powers of the lower classes are also useless, but the battle between detachments is a fist to the flesh, because of the condensation and real characteristics of the real body, detachment is more like a powerful martial artist, except that every move affects the heavens and the earth, and there is no difference from mortals.

Wang Sheng thought that the way of mortals or misleading the legendary co-ordination of forces would always be of some use to him, and the most complete place to collect these things was the main god space.

The night passed, Wang Sheng lay quietly on the bed all night, he hadn't tried the taste of sleep for a long time, just simply couldn't sleep, he had a hunch, people in this realm want to sleep like a mortal, it's not impossible, but be prepared to never wake up, because you must completely sleep your true spirit, you can't wake up or be woken up by yourself, and the final outcome is only to die in a deep sleep and transform in a deep sleep and finally wake up.

This is also a way of strength promotion, just to gamble, bet on whether the true spirit can survive the endless indulgence and finally maintain the true self, after waking up, it will definitely improve its strength, and it is also the only cultivation method that everyone can try so far, but no one dares to try, because failure is permanent addiction, and the success rate is one in ten thousand.

Wang Sheng got up when the morning sun broke and came outside the house, came to the air, looked at the sky in the distance, and saw purple gas shooting out one after another, but the direction was transmitted towards the space on the earth, and instilled into the miniature earth in the world.

The mighty purple gas turned into a torrent and was constantly instilled into it, it was a scale that Wang Sheng had never seen, if such a scale existed every day, it was conceivable that the subtlety of the interior of the miniature earth, even if it was just purple qi, just the luck in the underworld, it was enough to change the direction of a plane, Wang Sheng's eyes narrowed, if such a strange light was not detached, I am afraid that he would not be able to find it, his eyes flickered, and he disappeared in place in one step.

Outside the space, Wang Sheng appeared, and the fog world inside was shaking, and he couldn't see any enchantments and formations, and Wang Sheng entered it without any obstacles.

From the outside, it looks like a dense world, but inside it is a cosmic starry sky, vast and invisible, and the miniature earth seen from the outside is a huge unimaginable huge earth here, which seems to have returned to normal all of a sudden.

Wang Sheng looked at all this, all this is exactly the same as the cosmic starry sky of the Yuan Earth, there is no change, it is like a copy, but the Milky Way that exists around the earth has changed, and the whole has disappeared, and it has been replaced by a huge earth comparable to a galaxy, around the earth, there are great bodies, looking at it, it is a demon god who stands up to the sky and the earth, with a pair of red eyes like two Mars, looking at the earth greedily.

And there are countless demon gods staring at the earth around, surrounding the earth to the ground.