There is a price to pay for borrowing power, and Whitebeard once told him that when you are in trouble and you want to use the power in your body, then you should think twice, because doing so will not only reveal your identity, but may even affect your mind.

Whitebeard had repeatedly told him that because the source of the thing in his body was too evil, it was the evil body of the Holy Demon Man, so if Yang Long wanted to borrow this power, it would not only have a certain impact on itself, but even corrode Yang Long's heart a little bit, Whitebeard called this vision assimilation.

Once when he was at Leishi's inn, Uncle Lei once said to Yang Long that the Holy Demon Man was extremely sensitive to killing pokes, and even too excited. Therefore, this evil thought has been living in the bloodline inheritance of the Holy Demon for a long time, and when the bloodline is activated, the other side of the Holy Demon is also activated. Murderous and easily irritated, it has become an indispensable part of the Holy Demon. And over time, the Holy Demon Man will be replaced by this side, and when the time comes, he will become a person who does not recognize his six relatives, and he is addicted to killing.

Even though Yang Long knew the difference between pros and cons, he still chose to continue. Sometimes many things are not up to you, relying on Yang Long's own strength, I don't know that I will not be able to avenge Whitebeard until the Year of the Monkey. Therefore, this way, even if you don't use it now, you will have to use it in the future and even in the future, and this road of revenge is destined to be tortuous.

Yang Long knew that he could not retreat any longer, and after passing this stone wall stinger, the road behind him was the direction leading to the interior of the stone forest. According to Uncle Niu, there are only some wild beasts such as chickens, cats, and dogs around the stone forest, which are not terrible, but once they enter the stone forest, it is the paradise of demon beasts.

Therefore, he had no choice, and as soon as he opened up the distance between the two, a dull pain came from his chest. Yang Long coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody phlegm, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his arms trembled even more. The guy in front of him is not only very agile, not to mention, but even more terrifying.

That one-handed fist technique is even more admirable, this kind of boxing method seems to have a good way, although Yang Long can't understand it, but when he fights against him, he can clearly sense this. Yang Long naturally doesn't know any boxing skills, his playing style completely relies on his own conscious behavior, and his punches are even more disorderly.

But Yang Long couldn't help but smile bitterly, even if he knew boxing, but now every punch from this guy in front of you, you have to take the punch hard, otherwise this punch will hit you by itself, and you won't even be able to dodge it. Even if Yang Long has a reaction speed beyond ordinary people, this guy's fist is like Mount Tai pressing down, like pressing down a mountain on a person, there is no way to dodge at all, and he will not give you a chance to fight back.

The only thing that made Yang Long sigh was that this guy in front of him didn't know how to use sealing, only a set of pure physical attacks. Not knowing how to seal is lucky for Yang Long, if such a powerful guy can do sealing, then Yang Long won't want to run away today.

He knew the horror of sealing, and remembered that in the battle on the abyss, Yang Long witnessed Murong Xuan's counterattack, the wind blade in the sky was like a divine soldier coming to the world, this thing attacked directly, how could there be anything to stop it, Yang Long was deeply shocked by that scene. The people he swore to kill were like gods. If it weren't for Uncle Lei who helped him block those arrow blades at that time, I'm afraid that Yanglong would have already returned to the west at this time.

In retrospect, Yang Long didn't have to sigh with emotion, if this guy really launched any terrible seal technique now, then even if Yang Long had ten lives, it would not be enough to send.

The figure under the black mist was full of coldness, and the eyes under the hat did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, numb and ruthless. This guy seemed to be tireless, attacking wave after wave, once he distanced himself from Yang Long, this guy didn't even have a chance to rest, and directly rushed towards Yang Long again.

Yang Long has no reservations at this time, this guy in front of him is fighting like a desperate San Lang, sometimes Yang Long wants to exchange a punch for a punch, but he finds that this is not cost-effective at all, because this guy's punches are more ferocious and deadly than himself. If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that you will be the one who will be hurt the most.

Yang Long looked at the rushing figure, he already felt a little tired. Even if he had undergone brutal training in the abyss, what made Yang Long sad was that even if his strength could not compare to this guy, he could not even compare to the speed of pride.

"It's because I'm not strong enough. Yang Long secretly clenched his fists.

When he came out of the abyss, Yang Long felt that he had become stronger, and much stronger. From the torture and killing of the Heavenly Underworld, Yang Long found a reason for his pride, and now he is much stronger than before, beyond some of his peers in this world, so there will be some arrogance in his heart. But before this pride could grow, it was ruthlessly destroyed, and now he realized how ridiculous his ideas really were.

As the figure approached in Yang Long's eyes, he closed his eyes completely. The picture returns to that strange space again, and Yang Long's eyes seem to be able to observe all corners of this space.

The black runes flickered with blood, and the silk lines converged upward, enveloping the pitch-black fog in the middle, making it impossible to see the truth.

Whitebeard sacrificed the runes of his life, and now it is given to Yang Long, and this has also become the place where Whitebeard's soul lives. Because of the consumption of soul fragments, Whitebeard was silent in the rune, and Yang Long could sometimes see Whitebeard with closed eyes from the top of the rune, but this figure loomed and was very unstable.

But the runes are still there, and presumably nothing will happen to Whitebeard. All the Yang Dragon needed to do now was to release a trace of energy from the rune, within the oppressive black mist. Because after all, Yang Long and the guy in this belong to the same person, so the two are somewhat related.

As the yang dragon gradually approached, a pair of transparent hands leaned against the place where the rune was cracked. Yang Long had seen a pair of strange eyes in this crack, but now he couldn't see it, and from here, it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything at all. As for the damage to the runes, it is not a good thing for Yang Long, which also means that Yang Long's crisis is another layer.

Just as Yang Long pressed his hands against the crack, a deep voice came to his mind.

"Do you need strength?

This abrupt voice came from the depths of his heart, which made Yang Long startled, and his palm quietly loosened a lot.

"Are you afraid of yourself, or are you afraid of me?"

As Yang Long's palm was removed, the voice seemed to have already understood Yang Long's heart, and there was a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Come on, I have the strength you need, and I'll be able to satisfy you. ”

The next moment, Yang Long's palm had slowly and involuntarily pasted up.

As Yang Long's palm was lowered, a stream of black energy quietly burst out of the crack like a python, and was directly sucked by him. At this time, the corners of Yang Long's mouth showed a look of excitement, and the corners of his face began to flash with a cold smile.

Seeing the two fists under the black hat approaching rapidly, Yang Long suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes. A darker aura came out than the guy in front of him, red evil qi and black resentment mixed together, and black and red qi coexisted with each other.

Yang Long didn't dodge at all, and his fists directly greeted him with the sound of whistling wind.

"Bang!" A surging force poured out from Yang Long's arm, closely connected with the comer's fists, and the two actually made a metal-like collision sound.

In this state, Yang Long's personality became more arrogant and uninhibited, and even the smile on his face couldn't help it. Yang Long likes this feeling, but he doesn't like this feeling of being out of control, and he now has the illusion that he is controlling another self, and this is not his real self.

Because this power did not belong to him, he felt as if he was looking at another sense of him.

Sometimes Yang Long even thinks about whether he has changed in the middle of the night, in his previous life, he didn't even dare to kill a chicken, let alone kill someone. And in this life, even if he kills someone, he doesn't feel it at all, and he even has a strange sense of pleasure in his heart.

Yang Long didn't know why he felt this way, but he didn't dare to imagine if this was his own personality in the first place, or if he was gradually being assimilated by the demonic side of the Holy Demon Man.

This power surged out, and there was not a single cell in Yang Long's body, as if the whole body was excited, gladly accepting the pleasure brought by this power.

This punch did not pose the slightest threat to Yang Long, and even the man in black was blasted out a few meters away by Yang Long's punch. The confrontation of this power instantly contrasted.

With this power surging out from within his body, Yang Long was not afraid of the guy in front of him. The black fist wind struck, and Yang Long's body did not move, even if this guy's fist was sharp, in the face of absolute power, it was as if there was no threat from the class with an axe, which made Yang Long not feel the slightest pressure.

The black fist wind tirelessly struck punch after punch, and Yang Long first felt that he had no pressure. Even he has counterattacked several times and hit this guy directly. But to Yang Long's surprise, this guy didn't react at all, even if Yang Long's punch had flattened his chest, but this guy didn't even snort and pounced again.

It's like an unbeatable beast that can consume you alive if it doesn't die.

"Is this guy a human or a ghost?" The more he fought, the more terrifying Yang Long's pores became, because this guy was like a dead soldier at all, and he swarmed up without fatigue or pain, simple and direct.

"What's this thing?"

Yang Long's directness is not wrong, he felt that this guy is not like a human before, but now he is even more sure that this guy is not a human at all.