The spiritual platform was dark, and only the last glimmer of light remained in Wang Zheng's heart.

Just when Wang Zheng was about to take advantage of the fact that his spiritual wisdom had not fallen into the darkness to cast Zixiao Yan, Wang Zheng suddenly found that his spiritual platform was full of fierce sword intent without knowing when.

Feeling that the madness was like a fierce beast, but it had a knife intent that was unrelated to himself, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth.

"Magic Knife, Slash!"

In the spirit platform, Wang Zheng let out a clear drink with difficulty. Then there was a crazy knife roar like a fierce beast coming out of the cage resounded in Wang Zheng's spiritual platform.

Countless invisible sword intents with fierce killing intentions raged in Wang Zheng's spiritual platform!

The fierce sound of the sword overshadowed everything, and under the terrifying demonic path, Prince Zagu's thoughts could not stir up any storms at all.

After all, a thought is equivalent to an ordinary person's idea. And this is Wang Zheng's home field, and there is a magic knife intent that kills the sky and the earth.

Even if it is the thought of a demigod powerhouse, it is still impossible to shake up in Wang Zheng's spiritual platform!

Thoughts? You can die!

With Prince Zagu's thoughts being killed, Wang Zheng finally completed the absorption of Prince Zagu's blood.

At this moment, in the magic pool, only Wang Zheng was sitting there alone.

The veins on the naked body burst out one by one, and the demonic red light of the release was like a complex pattern carved on Wang Zheng's body.

And Wang Zheng's forehead was beating non-stop, as if something was brewing in it.

"Next, it's the biggest test of the magic knife. ”

Wang Zheng's somewhat hoarse voice resounded in the underground space, and in his voice, I don't know when it started, there was already a lot of demonic nature.

And this demonic nature, even he didn't even notice it. Faced with the final test of the magic knife, Wang Zheng almost didn't think about it and directly chose to continue!

As the exercises worked, the blood in Wang Zheng's body began to slowly seep out from the hundreds of millions of pores around his body, and after a while, a pool of blood formed under Wang Zheng's body.

And the pool of blood is getting bigger and bigger!

You must know that there is only so much blood of ordinary people, and the blood that Wang Zheng shed at this moment has surpassed the blood of three adult men!

In fact, this blood is not only blood, but also Wang Zheng's true qi and Wang Zheng's spirit.

To cultivate the Demon Sword is to dedicate everything to the Demon and make everything you have become a Demon! This is also the main reason why ordinary people cannot turn back at all after cultivating the Demon Sword.

Is the devil so easy to give up?

And the last test of the magic knife in Wang Zheng's mouth is the process of filling the magic pool with everything.

The previous cultivation was actually just cultivating a sword technique full of demonic nature.

And the next cultivation is the real cultivation demon path!

Because of Cangjie's magic word of the secret number of days, this magic pool is originally a secret magic path rule, and after the erosion of the demon qi, it has become a manifestation of the demon path rules.

The process of pouring everything around oneself into the magic pool and then retracting it is the process of integrating oneself into the demonic path imprint, and then copying this imprint into the body.

Only by copying the Demon Dao Brand into the body can the Magic Knife be the real Magic Knife!

The sound of liquid flowing and bubbles squeezing has become the main theme of this underground space, and the strange red light flashes one after another, making the entire underground space seem permeable.

The essence and blood are being lost, the true qi is being lost, and the spiritual will is also being lost......

Similarly, the Qilin Demon Blood that spread everywhere in Wang Zheng's body was also being lost, mixed with Wang Zheng's true qi and infused into the imprint of the Demon Dao.

Everything is going on in an almost mysterious atmosphere.

Outside the cave, Wang Zheng has disappeared for some time. The plot of victory has finally swept the entire area north of Tianji Mountain, and has become a big topic of conversation.

Subsequently, the corresponding hot events are also hotter again.

The robbery of Taihua Sect, the battle of the fifth-order powerhouse, Wang Zheng's filming, and Wang Zheng's going out to practice......

As a public figure, it can be said that Wang Zheng has been almost picked up without knowing it.

The reconstruction of Taihuazong continues, and as the aftermath of the war of the strong gradually subsides, many people with hearts began to focus on the fat of Taihuazong.

In the process of rebuilding the Great Array of Mountain Gates, Zhenyang Zhenren and the others no longer knew how many enemies they had killed.

However, at this moment, they did not have the slightest joy after killing the enemy.

Because they all know that with the arrival of wave after wave of juniors, the foundation of the Taihua Sect and the deterrent power of the strong will soon be gone.

At that time, the sect will not be there, and the elders will be killed and injured, and the Taihua Sect will be afraid that there will be a catastrophe......

In fact, Zhenyang Zhenren's worries were very reasonable, and at this moment, he was in another behemoth in the Western Regions.

Joy Zhenren finally broke through the barrier and repaired the wounds caused by the collapse of the spirit treasure in his body.

As the head of a sect, he naturally had to listen to the reports of many subordinates after he left the customs.

And after he heard that so many big things had happened in the Taihua Sect during his retreat, the whole person instantly became meaningful.

"Are you sure that Wang Zheng is not here?" Joy Zhenren squinted his eyes and looked at the foundation-building monk who was kneeling down and was a little frightened.

It is said that Wang Zheng went out to practice, and now he hasn't seen Wang Zheng's figure for more than half a month. Monk Tsukiji replied cautiously.

"Yes, I know. Stand down. Joy nodded thoughtfully, and then waved his hand happily.

When he was the only one left in the main hall of the sect, Xile Zhen let out a chuckle:

Since you are not there, don't blame this seat for striking first.

I just don't know what kind of mood it will be to wait for you to come back and see the Taihua Sect disappearing.

However, so what's the matter? In the battle of forces, I don't believe that other strong people will also ask about it. Since other powerhouses don't ask, how can this seat be afraid of you junior!"

Three days later, the Taihua Sect was still slowly repairing the sect's great array, and the joyful real person who had repeatedly confirmed some things finally couldn't sit still.

After gathering the good hands of the sect foundation building and above, the joy real person flicked his sleeves, and the ghost qi turned into a dark cloud, carrying a group of Hehuan Sect monks and flew towards the Taihua Sect unscrupulously.

Looking at the ghostly clouds in the sky, everyone knew that the sky in the Western Regions was about to change!

In the face of the Hehuan Sect's uproar, even the Xiling City Lord could only have an ambiguous attitude and didn't see it.

On the contrary, it was Gao Yun of Xiling City, who didn't even think about it, and galloped towards Taihua Sect at the first time.

However, how could his speed as a second-order cultivator compare to that of a third-order peak Joy True Person? Soon, he was left far behind by that ghost cloud.