In the ancient bronze hall, the pitch-black demon abyss was churning, full of endless roars and shouts, like a war song of the ancient Huanghuang, and at the same time, it was also like a mournful funeral sound, and finally converged into one sentence:

"Congratulations to the Demon Venerable!"

In the demon abyss, Jun Qinghan, who was bleeding all over, only felt a stinging pain in his chest, and the fist-sized Demon Venerable withered into his heart in an instant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ah......h

A desolate roar resounded through the bronze giant hall, Jun Qinghan's fists clenched, he felt infinite pain, his whole body was full of danger, but Jun Qinghan's momentum was churning like a raging wave.

The chest was sad, and the beating heart was swollen, full of throbbing power, which made Jun Qinghan suddenly feel the vastness of the heavens and the earth.

In the churning demon abyss, the black-robed young man was in the center of the blood-red word 'demon', his hair was flying wildly, but the blood-surging pupils were slowly closed, and the breath of the whole person was instantly silent:

The secluded yellow spring, a thought of the devil's heart!

In the sea area of Huangquan where fear is tumbling, there is a bright red heart, thumping, blood boiling in the blood vessels, and the heart is more than three times larger than usual, and it can collapse at any time if there is a slight accident.

The misty void suddenly appeared the withered remains of the Demon Venerable, the size of a fist, crystal like black jade, transparent throughout.

The Demon Venerable looked at the heart in front of him, let out a desolate sigh, and then melted into the heart like lightning.

At the moment when the Demon Venerable's withered remains merged into Jun Qinghan's heart, the swollen heart immediately shrank, and every time it beat, it was filled with infinite power, as if it had a skeleton, like a copper wall, indestructible.

Every beating of the heart is like a giant hammer killing the sky!

The originally boiling blood gradually quieted down, but the power contained in it was infinitely terrifying, more than ten times stronger than before, and every drop of blood in the heart seemed to have been tempered by killing.

In a full quarter of an hour, the Demon Venerable's withered remains and the blood-red heart were completely fused......

"Uh......h Woo......"

At the moment when the heart was fused, the surrounding boundless yellow springs roared violently, slapping the nine skies, the white waves were surging, rolling hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, and the whole heaven and earth were in a yin wind and roar.

The blood-red heart slowly floated out of the water of the Yellow Spring......

The blood is swirling, bursting out with infinite killing energy, which can kill the sky and the moon and judge the world. There are hundreds of millions of people who cannot be killed, and there is nothing that cannot be killed.

Invincible!

The red heart, the killing intent of Xiao Suo, made people feel endless fear. Every time it beats, a big black character will appear on the epidermis of the heart, which seems to be engraved with an ancient tattoo:

"Demon!"

The pitch-black ancient characters, the crazy killing intent, and the monstrous demonic aura are like a nightmare-like existence. The monstrous demon thoughts fit the mottled murderous aura, flowing out of the world-shattering aura, reversing the chaos of yin and yang!

A thought of the Demon Heart!

"Kill!"

In the abyss, Jun Qinghan, who had not moved for thousands of years like an old tree, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the killing intent was like a tide, staring at the bronze giant hall above his head, roaring like a fierce beast.

"Sonorous...... Sonorous ......"

The whole body sounded crisply, like thunder shaking the world, in the abyss, Jun Qinghan's body instantly rose three inches higher, and rolling demonic qi came out of his body, and his pitch-black body continued to become stronger and stronger!

Every inch of skin is filled with infinite power, and the whole person is like the bronze Great Wall in the dry mulberry domain, standing unyielding!

"With my demon heart, quench my demon body, and with my demon blood, quench my demon soldiers", in the surging demon abyss, Jun Qinghan held the demon soldiers in his hands, and whispered the ancient ten thousand demon proverbs.

"The cycle of life and death, all my thoughts, the immortal Buddha today lightens me to become a demon, and he becomes a demon one day and slaughters all the immortal Buddhas."

In the towering demon abyss, Jun Qinghan's whole body has been wrapped in pitch-black demonic energy, and only the hoarse voice of vicissitudes of life is mighty in the ancient giant hall, "I will become a demon today, just for ...... Kill!"

Kill, kill, kill!

In the tumbling demon abyss, the infinite demonic qi dissipated, revealing Jun Qing's cold and iron-blue face. The pitch-black robe hunted and flew in the air, resounding through the millennium.

The green silk is like ink, and the temples are frosty white!

The endless sea of blood in Jun Qinghan's eyes surged, and the breath around his body was rushing, raging in the meridians, sweeping mountains and seas, his breath was churning like the sea, and the purple lotus flower on his forehead changed suddenly......

Five paragraphs!

Six paragraphs!

..................

The lotus bloomed, full of wild atmosphere, the green silk flew, and the sound of Jun Qinghan's crazy and arrogant laughter sounded in the giant hall, "From now on, my Jun Qinghan is the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, those who obey me, live, those who oppose me, die!"

Seven paragraphs!

Eight paragraphs!

However, in a quarter of an hour, the boundless Dao Qi was destroyed in the Jun Qing Han meridians, and the nine-petal lotus flower on his forehead was shining brightly, swaying.

Nine paragraphs!

Purple Flag Nine Sections!

When the realm stopped, Jun Qinghan's eyes flashed with a trace of heavy disdain, "Nine Sections...... Hehe, how can the Nine Sections get out of the Demon Abyss?" As he spoke, Jun Qinghan's arm flickered, and there was suddenly an ancient tripod in his palm.

The simple and delicate veins are full of desolate atmosphere, and the auspicious beasts engraved on it are cloudy and rainy, blessing the world, and the two ancient characters are so brilliant: weak water.

Weak water tripod!

A smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Jun Qinghan untied the lid of the weak water tripod, and laughed maniacally, "Three thousand weak water, good as water." And this day I will see how I shall wash away the iniquity of my hands, and the blood of my body."

As he spoke, Gu Ding deviated, and all three thousand weak waters were poured into the demon abyss.

Jun Qinghan threw the Gu Ding in his hand, and his body sank into the abyss, wrapped in hundreds of millions of demon blood and three thousand weak water, his voice was hoarse, and the murderous was awe-inspiring:

"With my boundless demonic thoughts, redeem the weak water, and with my three thousand evil obstacles, overcome misfortune and goodness!"

"I want all these three thousand weak waters to become demons, and I want all the good waters to be evil!"

In the endless demon abyss, hundreds of millions of demon blood boiled, surging towards Jun Qinghan. The endless demonic thoughts of the black-robed young man infect the demon abyss, infect the weak water, and kill ...... Iniquity...... Cruel......

"Condensation!"

In the abyss, Jun Qinghan roared angrily. The momentum around the body was churning, and the three thousand weak water scattered in all directions instantly condensed around Jun Qinghan's body, bubbling and flowing, sweeping through Jun Qinghan's meridians.

The confined pupils suddenly opened, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Jun Qinghan's mouth, his arm poked into the void, and a pitch-black liquid suddenly appeared in his palm, which was bright and full of blood and sin.

"Hehe, the heart of weak water is nothing more than that, it's not the karma of dyeing three thousand mortal dusts, it's for my use!"

As he spoke, Jun Qinghan's whole body was churning again, like a stormy wave that spread across the sky, tearing apart the vast void. The meridians were sonorous, and the energy contained in the three thousand weak water swept through the meridians, running wildly all the way......

"Buzz...... Woo......"

The demon abyss was churning, guarding Jun Qinghan's side, and in the bronze giant hall, the roar of hundreds of millions of demon soldiers sounded again.

The green silk is flying, and the dark robe covers the sun. The man's body was full of energy, like an ancient fierce beast lying there, slowly waking up, bursting out with infinite desolate killing intent.

The lotus flower on the forehead spun rapidly......

Half an hour later, an earth-shattering roar came from the Demon Abyss, and the Demon Abyss became more and more boiling. Jun Qinghan's tower-like body shook, like an eagle striking the sky, Kunpeng flapped his wings, and suddenly vacated the demon abyss.

With both feet on the ground, the long handle of the nightmare shook on the ancient bronze floor, carved out a big character with a sharp killing, and the pen was tactful, and the ambition was heavy:

Demon!

The slender fingers hooked the sideburns, looking at the demon abyss at the bottom of his feet, the corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth showed a hint of a smile, and the purple lotus pattern on his forehead had already turned pitch black when he flew out of the demon abyss!

Black Flag section!

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

The mottled bronze giant hall suddenly shook, making the sound of ancient bells, and in the corner of the main hall, a glimmer of dawn was revealed, and a gate escaped from the ancient bronze giant hall.

Only those who have truly obtained the inheritance of immortals and demons can go out from here.

"Poof...... Puff ......"

Around the crystal jade immortal remains, the three thousand disciples seated, the people of the immortal Dao inheritance who had not yet passed away, opened their confused eyes, looked at the demon Dao inheritance under the ladder, and for a while, the qi and blood were reversed, and the blood was like a sword, splashing down from the high stairs.

They have been sitting for 3,000 years, unable to open the door of becoming immortals, and they can't see a trace of dawn!

And the man at the bottom of the stairs became a demon with a thought!

Becoming an immortal is like climbing the sky, and becoming a demon is a thought!

After thousands of years of waiting, what was exchanged for a dead skeleton. Those who become demons can leave this abyss of despair and become giants of the world. It's not fair!