Crossing the gate of time and space, Wan Yingmu returned to the devil's world.

Since he didn't harvest a soul, Wan Yingmu certainly didn't need to pay soul soul interest.

Light blue light filaments of time and space, wisps, hazy and fantastical, in front of the Bone Hall at this moment, in addition to the squirming devil parasites, there are only a small number of intermediate devil generals and high-level devil generals, surrounding the giant power lord, secretly discussing something.

"Huh?"

The returning Wan Yingmu made these powerful devils turn their heads and look over.

It's just a high-level demon soldier, these devil generals didn't care, but for some reason they just passed, and they returned to the demon world, and they didn't find anything.

The Juli Lord said, "Little thing, why don't you go and plunder the soul?"

Facing the Devil Lord up close, Wan Yingmu could clearly feel his insignificance.

This kind of insignificance is like facing a terrifying life that can change the power of heaven and earth.

You must know that among the monks, above the Yuan Infant Stage, the monks of the Transformation Stage can initially absorb the power of heaven and earth in their own bodies, but the other party can influence the coercion of heaven and earth, obviously according to the level of monks, they have reached an unknowable higher level.

The rules of the devil's world are that the strong live and the weak die.

The shadow under the hat covered his face, and Wan Yingmu, as a member of the ordinary demon soldiers in the devil world, said in a low voice: "The soul has been snatched away by the Painted Skin Demon General. ”

"Ahh......h

Many devils laughed and ignored Wan Yingmu.

Wan Yingmu held the magic sword, alone, and slowly left.

Lord of Great Strength, the demon cloud shrouds the vast territory, which is the ability of all the devil lords, and it is also a weapon for gathering the devil army, so that all the devils in the territory can ignore the demon appearance or cold.

In the shadow of the demon cloud, the cruel rules of the demon world were briefly relieved.

Wan Yingmu walked alone, and in the territory, except for the scattered devil parasites, all the devils had poured into that world.

Walk alone.

Wan Yingmu recalled the power of the Painted Skin Demon, felt the unfathomable power of the giant power lord, and didn't know how long it would take to resurrect the little junior sister, and then thought about Wan Jingjing's tragic death in front of him, with an indescribable powerlessness and sadness.

Time passed, a month later.

Wan Yingmu was completely immersed in his own world, and did not return to the Painted Skin Demon's Meteorite Island, but kept moving forward, and had already stepped out of the Demon Cloud of the Great Power Lord.

The surrounding mountains and rocks seem to be more and more rugged and hideous, like strange swords rising from the ground.

"In the devil's world, the strong live, and the weak die. In the world of the devil, the strong live, and the weak die......"

With empty eyes and muttering words, Wan Yingmu gradually came to this disorderly land with one person and one sword.

He has been a devil for a while, and since he became a devil, Wan Yingmu has stopped eating, because the devil's food is only the soul.

His eyes were dizzy, and he was hungry, the same state of hunger as other creatures in the world, shrouded in hunger, and even staggered to walk, without strength, and could die at any time.

Quack, quack, quack.

Suddenly.

A strange scream came from in front of Wan Yingmu.

Under the shadow of the hat, Wan Yingmu raised his head and looked over.

It was a huge strange bird hiding in the shadow of the mountain peak, standing on the stone cliff in front of him, looking at himself, two strange heads, constantly sticking out their scarlet tongues, making a "croak" sound similar to a crow, and a humanized smile.

The soul was empty, the hunger in his eyes, Wan Yingmu didn't even have the strength to walk, and he didn't show the demonic energy of his high-level demon soldier.

Wan Yingmu is different from other devils, and before he dies, he will lose his mind for the sake of his soul.

On the one hand.

Wan Yingmu is a disciple of the righteous path, and he has a strong inhibition of himself, and his heart is stubborn and unyielding.

On the other hand.

Wan Yingmu has never devoured the soul, tasted the soul, and awakened the devil's instinct.

Looking at this devil, the staggering Wan Yingmu stopped, and said weakly: "Where is this, am I still in the territory of the Great Power Lord?"

The voice was weak, and it seemed that Wan Yingmu was about to run out of soul in the next moment, and he couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

The giant bird is about three meters tall and has two heads, each with a neck of two meters.

Two heads, one of them "quacked" and smiled: "A lone little sword demon? quack, this is the place of disorder between the Lord of Great Power and the Lord of Wolf Fire, you have left the territory of Lord of Great Power." ”

The other head said gloomily: "In other words, you have lost the protection of the lord, seeing that you are so hungry, you will die anyway, so give me your remnant soul!"

Screaming excitedly, the strange bird spread its wings, and a pair of claws swirling with black smoke grabbed at the little one.

Although the soul in its body seems to be very rare, in the devil's world, any soul is a precious resource, especially for these low-level demon servants and demon soldiers.

On Wan Yingmu's old face, there was no joy or sorrow.

In the shadow of the hat, he looked at the devil monster bird with his right eye, as if he was in slow motion, standing motionless, but in the eyes of the monster bird, the devil seemed to have been scared silly.

Until the strange bird arrived in front of Wan Yingmu, the strong wind shook Wan Yingmu's robe.

Suddenly!

The pitch-black bladeless heavy sword, the last to come, a phantom, pointed at the strange bird, "hum", in an instant, between Wan Yingmu and the strange bird, as if forming a brief time and space freeze.

Airplanes......

The strange bird froze in the air, and an invisible sound wave spread.

Boom!

The next moment.

The sky was filled with pitch-black feathers mixed with a rain of blood, and when the air burst open, countless pieces of internal organs splashed in all directions.

Wan Yingmu lowered his head slightly, the blood rain sprinkled, the blood dripped on the ground along the hat, and the swaying Wan Yingmu had no joy or sorrow on his face, as if he was just following his instinct and did something insignificant.

The hunger in his abdomen made every cell of Wan Yingmu struggle.

Goo.

Swallowed.

Wan Yingmu slowly took off the blindfold of his left eye, and when he raised his head again, he saw a soul floating in the sky.

The soul of the devil is by no means like an adult creature in the outside world, there is only one soul, unless it is Wan Yingmu, who is hungry and faint and dying.

Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop......

The heavy wheezing sound became more and more rapid, and Wan Yingmu's left eye was full of bloodshots, as if those souls were the most beautiful food in fashion, and all the cells in his body were howling, screaming, and roaring, fighting against the remnants of the consciousness of the main disciple in Wan Yingmu's right eye.

"No, no, you can't do it yourself......"

"Why can't you, you are a devil, you must not be a person, a ghost is not a ghost, don't you want to resurrect your sister?"

The two consciousnesses are fighting each other.

"However, if she really becomes a devil, even if she resurrects her junior sister, will she still like herself?"

"The soul you swallow is the soul of the devil, and killing the devil by yourself is tantamount to doing good, and this is what the disciples of the main sect should do!

Yes!

Unable to bear the desire in his heart anymore, Wan Yingmu opened his mouth, and after a circle of invisible gravitational ripples, these floating souls Wan Yingmu swallowed into his stomach.

Indescribable happiness, indescribable satisfaction, instantly permeated Wan Yingmu's whole body.

"Ah......h

The roar in his heart before also turned into a comfortable moan, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but appear a wonderful arc, and even licked his lips, still unfinished, giving birth to the devil's instinctive desire for the soul, which could no longer be suppressed.

After a while.

Wan Yingmu put on the blindfold of his left eye again, regained his senses, and quietly looked at everything he had done.

"Since you want to resurrect your junior sister and don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, then rely on devouring the souls of these devils and live!"

Wan Yingmu recognized his own path.

And with Wan Yingmu's stubborn and stubborn nature, once he recognizes his own path, even if he does anything, he can't change his will.

"Killing these devils is not killing innocents indiscriminately, this is the devil's rule, the strong live, the weak die, and they are just in the devil's rule! This is a disorderly place between lords, Xia Yu said, this is the eternal battlefield of survival!"

Wan Yingmu gradually rose from a confused depressed will to recover himself.