The sound of swords echoed through the dim caverns, and it could not be stopped for a long time.

It is obviously an illusory long sword condensed by demonic power, but it can emit bursts of sword sounds.

The two figures staggered in mid-air, and then disappeared in a flash.

There was a slight and rapid breathing sound coming gently, but it was Ye Wuwu.

Compared with the "self" opposite, Ye Wuwu's current situation does not seem to be too good.

He was dressed in rags, with some slight wounds on his body, slowly spilling red blood.

On the other side, the "self" still looked flat, except for the wound from the sword stab of Ye Wuwu before, there was no more scarring.

It's not a shame that you can't beat yourself.

Ye Wuwu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the demonic armor on the opposite "himself", with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

In the next second, a similar demonic armor quietly appeared on Ye Wuwu's body.

And the degree of condensation of demonic power is even better than that of the other party.

Ye Wuwu laughed happily, smiling lightly.

It is not without its benefits to play against yourself.

Ye Wuwu, who has been in retreat for more than ten years, lacks the most practical experience compared to monks in the same realm.

One move, one move, one deviation from a magic spell can often decide many things.

These are not things that the realm can make up for.

This is also why, Ye Wuwu himself was obviously deeper than Lu Caiwei's realm before, but he could fight each other, but he was often defeated by his junior sister.

And now after fighting with "yourself" and ensuring an invincible position, you can use all the tricks that you were not skilled in the past.

And, on the basis of the original, he quickly mastered the magic power of demon armor.

What if you can't overcome yourself, then break through your original self.

Ye Wuwu chuckled, he didn't use his sword, he didn't use the demon flame, he didn't use his supernatural powers.

But in a majestic posture, he slammed into the opposite "self".

After the loud roar, a figure was slammed into the surrounding rock wall, startling the ground with dust.

In the dusty sky, Ye Wuwu's heartfelt laughter was faintly heard.

The sword intent climbed to the extreme in an instant, and Ye Wuwu's eyes seemed to appear with the sword he swung when he faced the Heavenly Tribulation that day.

seemed to feel something, but the demonic power that was originally flowing rapidly suddenly calmed down.

Ye Wuwu gently swung out a sword.

The same sword intent as that day bloomed in an instant.

He was grinning.

"Can you learn this sword?"

The sharp sword qi slashed down on the head.

In the gray eyes of "myself", the light was even brighter, but there was no fluctuation in the slightest.

"Myself" also swung a sword.

But like the fireflies of the bright moon, the two swords met, and they were swallowed up in an instant.

The cave roared and trembled, but the smooth stone wall stood still.

When the roar passed, Ye Wuwu looked at it and saw only the already broken "self".

The demonic power is chaotic, the breath is weak, and at the moment he is leaning on the scattered stones on the side, only the breath is out but not the intake.

Ye Wuwu walked slowly, came to "himself", glanced down, and then smiled.

"One more sword."

The words did not fall, but the sword had already been cut out.

The "self" who was leaning on the boulder and had a weak breath suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then handed out a sword.

Do not fall behind yourself in the slightest.

Ye Wuwu smiled, but his eyes were bright.

In this way, this is yourself.

But even so, Ye Wuwu was not afraid at all, he was confident, confident because he fully understood himself.

The sword of "yourself" can't hurt yourself.

Of course, if there are no other changes.

For some reason, Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly trembled.

The already condensed demonic armor suddenly trembled at this moment.

The demonic power fluctuated, and suddenly it became extremely difficult in an instant.

Even the sword qi that was swung out became a little weak.

How so?

If this is the case, Ye Wuwu is simply in danger at the moment.

But the outcome was not unexpected.

That sword qi smashed the opponent's sword qi impartially, and then, a sword slashed.

Ye Wuwu looked at the big head of "himself", and there was a little solemnity in his eyes.

The "self" that walked out of the stone wall was turning into ashes at the moment, slowly dissipating.

Ye Wuwu was slightly relieved, and his eyes were a lot more relaxed.

In any case, it is still a little uncomfortable to watch a certain "head" exactly like himself fall to the ground.

Ye Wuwu slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed the smooth stone wall.

This time, his own reflection in the stone wall finally returned to normal.

Ye Wuwu frowned.

He looked into his palm, and his eyes finally changed slightly.

The nails that were originally lengthened because of the demonic power are gradually returning to normal at this moment.

He looked at the mirror-smooth stone wall.

In the stone wall, his reflection is extremely clear.

But it's different.

The demon lines on his face were dim, and even the purple with his hair had already turned half black.

The circulation of demonic power in his body became more and more difficult and blocked, and some of the meridians, the demonic power even stagnated.

That's the oddity of this place.

There was a look of enlightenment in Ye Wuwu's eyes.

As early as when he stepped into this place, Ye Wuwu noticed the flow of his demonic power, and there was already something strange.

Now it seems that this place does have a ban on demonic power.

Just like you can't fly here, the closer you get to the depths, the longer you stay, the more your own demonic power will be affected, until in the end, you can't even invoke half of your demonic power.

The tomb of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, but you can't use demonic power?

After thinking about it, Ye Wuwu felt that this matter was a little strange, but he couldn't say why.

Shaking his head, he put the matter behind him and looked at the stone wall again.

Without demonic power, he still has spiritual power.

The operation of spiritual power is not affected in the slightest, perhaps it has not been used for a long time, and the flow of spiritual power at this moment is even more enjoyable.

This stone wall has changed a little now.

There must be something else behind the stone wall, but why couldn't Ye Wuwu enter before?

If you can get out, you can get in, and this is by no means a so-called dead end.

In a trance, Ye Wuwu suddenly thought of something.

The demon clan does not cultivate spiritual power.

A trace of spiritual power condensed between his right fingers, and then he lightly touched the stone wall in front of him.

When his fingers touched the stone wall, everything changed.

This smooth stone wall, for Ye Wuwu, seems to have no obstacles, just like the surface of the water.

Ye Wuwu even suspected that he was touching the water of Moon Lake, not some stone wall.

With a slight stretch of his hand, he pierced into the stone wall.

Behind the stone wall, what exactly is it.

Or rather, what is the truth here?

Ye Wuwu's eyes showed an undisguised look of interest, and then stepped into it.