Hearing Wu Dao's words, Ling was slightly stunned, he turned his head to look at Wu Dao, his eyebrows furrowed, and asked softly: "Fat Wu, how do you know that Yue Feng is not the opponent of the enemy, how much do you know about the exercises of the Shura Hall and this Infernal Demon King? What the hell is going on?"

"Alas, I once got a fragment in a Jedi in the land of Sichuan and Shu, and that fragment was not a secret technique, but described many incredible and mysterious things in the world, and one of them was about the Shura Hall and the Infernal Demon King. Wu Dao sighed and continued: "That fragment says that although the Shura Hall was founded in the ancient period and wanted to share the world with the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor and the Chiyou Demon Venerable, the ancestor of the Shura Palace, Qiu Huanfeng, did not only emerge in the troubled times of the ancients. In fact, Qiu Huanfeng had already founded the Shura Hall long before the alliance between the two emperors of Yan and Huang, but the Shura Hall was weak at that time, so he had been secretly accumulating strength and had not manifested it in the eyes of the world. And Qiu Huanfeng, as the originator of the Shura Palace, his cultivation is even more unfathomable. Legend has it that he was born in Jishui, and Xuanyuan Holy Emperor should be regarded as a fellow countryman, when Qiu Huanfeng was three years old, the Qiu family fled to the land of Sichuan and Shu in order to escape the war. The elders of the enemy lived in seclusion in the deep mountains of the land of Sichuan and Shu, and went into the mountains every day to hunt and collect medicine, and their lives were quite comfortable. Later, by chance, Qiu Huanfeng's elders picked up a fragment, which had no name, and only seven drawings were drawn in it, and annotations were also marked next to each picture, detailing the trajectory of the true qi and the acupuncture points it was going to flow through. And that fragment is the origin of the Shura Dianzhen Sect's exercises, and it is also the thing that made the enemy rise. ”

"Fragment, could it be said that the exercises practiced by the enemy ghost were not created by Qiu Phantom Feng, but evolved from that fragment?" Hearing Wu Dao tell this secret, Ling's heart moved, he stared at the demon shadow and the demon on the phoenix platform, and guessed softly. Although they were far away, Ling could also feel the extraordinariness of that demonic shadow. Therefore, Ling Ye had been speculating about what level of secret technique the enemy ghost was casting, and it actually had such power. Now that he had Wu Dao's explanation, Ling immediately thought that maybe the secret technique of the Shura Hall was really an accident.

"Yes, according to the records on that fragment, the exercises performed by the Qiu Ghost were indeed not created by Qiu Huanfeng. However, Qiu Huanfeng is also worthy of being a generation of heroes, although the exercises on the fragment are obscure, but Qiu Huanfeng studied hard, and it took ten years to finally practice the exercises on the fragment. Moreover, Qiu Huanfeng found that the exercises on the fragment were incomplete, so he used his talent to redraw the fragment and incorporate his own ideas, making it a new exercise that was born out of the fragment but was more powerful than before. After that, Qiu Huanfeng named that kind of exercise "Heavenly Demon Record", and warned future generations that this kind of exercise should not be performed unless it is absolutely necessary, and after each performance, it must be used to retreat for seven days with the corresponding mental method, as for why, no one knows. Wu Dao thought for a moment and said softly.

"So, the descendants of the Shura Hall don't know the origin of this "Heavenly Demon Record"? Listening to the words of the enemy, it seems that he still thinks that the "Heavenly Demon Record" is a self-created exercise created by Qiu Huanfeng. However, when this "Heavenly Demon Record" was cultivated to the Transformation Realm, it had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, why did Qiu Huanfeng still warn future generations not to use it easily? What is the origin of the supernatural technique that created the "Heavenly Demon Record", which not only makes people want to stop, but also makes people avoid it like a snake and scorpion?" Wu Dao's words made Ling even more suspicious

Confused, he frowned slightly, touched his earlobe, and asked.

"Then I don't know, this past is a secret that no one knows, and it involves Qiu Huanfeng and the entire Shura Temple, so I haven't mentioned this matter to anyone, and now I see the enemy ghost summoning the demon shadow, I just remembered this matter. Wu Dao said.

When the black demon shadow appeared on the phoenix platform, the faces of the three immortal venerables in the lower realm turned cold, and various expressions of doubt, fear, and shock appeared in their eyes. Especially when Ximen Xuanyu of the Soul Hidden Realm swept his gaze towards the Demon Shadow, his eyes revealed a touch of surprise that could not be concealed, he frowned slightly, and said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Legend has it that the "Heavenly Demon Record" of the Shura Hall was born from that mysterious exercise, and now it seems that the rumors are true. It's just that the cost of cultivating that magic skill is unimaginably great, why doesn't this enemy ghost seem to be aware of it?"

"Yue Feng, the Infernal Demon King has been summoned by me, if you are cowardly, it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible! Our Shura Palace's Heavenly Demon Record is the strongest exercise in the world, if I use it with all my strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to control myself, and even I can't predict what will happen at that time. You and I have no grudges, and I don't want to hurt the innocent. The enemy ghost looked at Yue Feng coldly and said in a deep voice. At this time, the eyes of the enemy ghost were already filled with a thick killing intent, and there was no longer a smile on his face. Moreover, the voice of the enemy ghost was not his real voice, but it was like the Infernal Demon King behind him, and the voice was cold and ruthless, without a trace of human feelings. Looking at the state of the enemy at this time, it seems that he has been entered by the Infernal Demon King, and his divine consciousness has been occupied, and he treats the living beings in the world as if they were grass, and the sorrow of life and death is under his control.

Feeling the terrifying coercion emanating from the demon shadow, Yue Feng's cold sweat slipped quietly from his forehead and sideburns, he felt that he had been choked by an invisible giant hand, and he wanted to resist in his heart, but his body was not controlled at all, it was a tremor from the depths of his soul, infinitely close to death. However, as a martial artist, Yue Feng still woke up from a nightmare of imminent mortal coercion. He gently bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up, while he used the Concentration Method, resisting the terrifying force, trying to throw the fear out of his heart.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Yue Feng finally returned to normal, he looked coldly at the black demon shadow in front of him, and said in a loud voice: "Hatred ghost, the goal that a martial artist has pursued all his life is to become the strongest. I'll admit that I'm afraid, but the best solution is not to retreat, but to move forward, and if I can defeat you, I think the demons will be resolved. Moreover, looking at your state at this time, if you really have a demon in your heart, it is you who has fallen into the demon path, right?" Yue Feng also discovered the abnormality of the enemy ghost after the demon shadow appeared.

"Really, then let me send you into the Netherworld and fall into the Sea of Misery forever!" With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the huge scythe in the Demon Shadow's hand swung violently and swept towards Yue Feng's head. It was discovered that this sentence was not spoken by the enemy, but by the demonic shadow.

When the scythe flew in the air, the cultivators in the stands instantly forgot the existence of the sun, and the world in their eyes turned into pitch black, as if they were in an endless chaos, there was no light, no sound, only the scythe that seemed to be able to cut the heavens and the earth flickered with a desperate cold light, and suddenly came. Even the old man under the cliff was beaten

In the midst of the nightmare, they saw the rotten smell of corpses all over the sky, and a murky yellow river hanging down from the sky, running through the heavens and the earth.

"Earth-shattering, pride lasts forever!" If the cultivators in the stands and the old men under the cliffs were imprisoned in a nightmare, then Yue Feng was really looking at death. The clothes on his body were cut through by the killing intent of the scythe, and in an instant, hundreds of wounds appeared on his sturdy body, blood flowed down the wounds, and was sucked into the giant scythe. With the nourishment of blood, the scythe's light is stronger, and the killing intent is stronger. Yue Feng knew that he would be crushed by the Demon Shadow's killing intent sooner or later, and thinking of this, Yue Feng roared sharply and rushed towards the Demon Shadow.

The Proud Sword seemed to feel Yue Feng's determination, and it trembled slightly, letting out a burst of sorrowful roars. Then, the Astounding Sword erupted into a cloud of dazzling divine light, as if it was burning spiritual power, enveloping Yue Feng. Yue Feng and the sword merged into one, turning into a bolt of lightning and facing the demon scythe.

"Proud!no!" Just as the Huaxia cultivator was trapped in the nightmare, Yue Feng let out a terrible roar. It was his roar of infinite sorrow that pulled everyone back from their nightmare. People were concentrating on their luck and looked at the Phoenix Terrace with palpitations.

It turned out that the reason why Yue Feng was heartbroken was because the Proud Sword was cut in two under the scythe of the Demon Shadow, and the sharp edge of the scythe shattered the divine light on the Proud Sword and sucked it into the scythe. And the hilt of the Proud Sword also bloomed with a brilliant brilliance when the sword body broke, and that Dao Guanghua wrapped Yue Feng, making Yue Feng escape thrillingly under the edge of the magic sickle. Seeing this scene, not only the female cultivators sitting in the stands burst into tears, but even the older generation of cultivators under the cliff had grim faces, and a sad and sad look appeared in their eyes.

As warriors, their blades are no longer a weapon, but a companion to their life and death. When people practice, they not only want to strengthen their own cultivation, but also use their spiritual power to nourish the weapons that accompany them. High-level blades have their own spirits, and they will be willing to break when their master encounters danger, but also protect their master's safety. The Proud Sword is Yue Feng's natal weapon, and it has become the patron saint of the Yue family as if it has accompanied the Yue family's expeditions to the east and west. Just now, when the Proud Sword collided with the Demon Scythe, the Proud Sword had a premonition of Yue Feng's danger, so it let out a burst of sorrow. It knew that it couldn't break the Demon Scythe, so it had no choice but to break it and protect Yue Feng. When the Proud Sword broke, it used up its last spiritual power to block the fatal blow for Yue Feng, but it disappeared forever in the heavens and the earth.

When that cloud of light wrapped around Yue Feng's body and slowly landed, the demon scythe unexpectedly went castrate, and slashed again. At this time, Yue Feng couldn't accept such a blow because of the shattering of the Proud Sword, and sat on the ground in despair, ignoring the magic scythe above his head.

"Brother Yue!" Seeing Yue Feng, who was about to turn into a revenant soul under the sword, Ling roared angrily, and the broken sword moved at will, striking a sharp flash in the void, blocking the edge of the demon scythe when it was only an inch away from Yue Feng's head. The ancient broken sword and the demon scythe connected, bursting out with a black divine light that annihilated all things. And the indestructible giant magic scythe actually dissipated all its power under the blow of the broken sword, and the demon shadow's eyes rippled with a touch of frightened fear, he withdrew the magic scythe, hugged his head in pain, and then, disappeared on the phoenix platform.