At night, the pheasant sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, without any vitality in his body for cultivation, and when he first woke up, he sensed that there was a layer of gray substance around him, he knew that it was the vitality between heaven and earth, but his body was like a sieve, unable to absorb these substances.

The pheasant got out of bed and walked to the window, opened the window, the moonlight reflected a layer of silver light in the wooden house, the cool air drifted into the room, breathing the cold air, and the spirit was also shocked, and he reached out to cover the position of the heart on his chest, where there were more black runes, in the shape of earrings that he cut off last night.

"I won't be found here, but what am I going to do with it? The pheasant muttered. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool autumn breeze, and without cultivation, it seemed that everything was in trouble and stagnant. "Fortunately, this strong physique has not changed, and my physique is still very strong, is this the consequence of the catastrophe?" the pheasant laughed to himself, like a wasted person.

"Hey, I said no, it's just that you don't have cultivation, and you get the Great Boundless Mira Mental Method, compare how much you earn. A voice came out of the pheasant's head. This made his pupils shrink, his eyes widened, and he didn't believe it, "Is that what I just said? Who's in my body." ”

"Hey, I didn't expect the other me to be so stupid. I'm in your sea of knowledge, come in and see for yourself. The voice rang out again. This time, the pheasant returned to the bed and sat cross-legged very decisively, his divine consciousness entered the sea of consciousness, and without cultivation, his divine consciousness was not extinguished.

As soon as he entered the sea of knowledge, the pheasant was stunned by everything in front of him, the skeletons everywhere, the blood stains have not dried up, hundreds of broken bones and glowing blood everywhere are all over the sea of knowledge, the sky is a dark red, red clouds are floating in the sky, the pheasant walks barefoot in this sea of knowledge made of blood and bones, and there is a real touch on the bones, "Where are you." The pheasant was a little annoyed that his sea of knowledge had now been transformed into this form, and for him it was a waste of half of his remaining possessions, and the other half was his physique.

"Dangchang" behind him made a sound of iron heavy objects falling to the ground, the pheasant turned his head suddenly, his pupils shrunk into a small dot, and there was still blood and bones all over the ground behind him, the difference was that not far from him there was a bunch of skulls built into a high platform, there was a huge bone seat on the high platform, six huge corners were erected at the tail end of the seat, and the blood-stained black chains rotated around this huge seat, the sound just now was made by the iron chain, and the iron chain turned slowly in several circles and couldn't tell the head and tail, "You seem to be surprised?" A black figure suddenly appeared on the huge bone seat, a black dress was loose, wide cuffs and a loose collar hung down on the chest, two strands of black hair on the forehead fell right in the center of the red eyes, and there was a crystal clear earring in each ear, which looked very charming. What surprised the pheasant the most was that this man in black was exactly the same as himself.

"Are you kidding me?" said the pheasant, a strong visual contrast between him dressed in white and black on the other side. Some can't tolerate it, not to mention ruining his knowledge, and now he has become his own appearance to play with himself, it's really unbearable for uncles and aunts, and aunts can't bear it.

"Yo Yo, the knowledge of the ancient book just can't be fully believed, isn't it that after the demon clan itself splits into a demon, shouldn't all the shortcomings and bad habits of the demon itself be assigned to the demon? The black-clothed pheasant said.

The white-clothed pheasant was a little confused, "What are you talking about, why do you appear in my mind, what demon body." "He felt like he was going to collapse.

"Last night you awakened your demon physique to become a real demon, the demon clan in ancient times was collectively called a demon, which we should know if we read through the history books, the demon is originally one and two souls, and the awakened demon will be divided into two souls, one is yin and one is yang, and the character will also change, the soul of yang concentrates all the advantages of the ontological character, and the soul of yin is the opposite. Speaking of this, the black-clothed pheasant smiled, "All the shortcomings of the ontology will be concentrated in me, so now you are me and I am you." ”

The white-clothed pheasant stared at himself in black with wide eyes and said so many unbelievable words, he didn't know, as the black-clothed pheasant said, he read through the history books, the demon clan in ancient times, the extremely talented one was called a demon, one with two souls, also a demon and a demon, and a moody personality. But in the future, all of them will be top demons. "Even so, you shouldn't have ruined my sea of knowledge like this, you must know that this is our sea of knowledge now. "The pheasant is still a little difficult to accept the facts. "But even if we become demons, we don't have any cultivation anymore. ”

"Haha" The black-clothed pheasant laughed and said, "Cultivation is a thing to be divided, now you can't practice, but I am already the cultivation of the Ming Blood Realm, and we are not exactly the same as the ancient demons, if you give me the control of the body, I will show the cultivation of the Ming Blood Realm, I don't know what's going on, your newly acquired mental method has given all the cultivation to the Yin Soul, but you have lost all your cultivation in the Yang Soul, it's really pitiful." The black-clothed pheasant said pityingly, but the expression on his face was clearly gloating. "The Great Boundless Miluo Mind Method is a mental method left over from ancient times, if you can find the trick to cultivation, I estimate that your achievements should not be lower than mine, the Yin Soul. After all, I'm you now. "Yin Soul said this sincerely, he is already in the Ming Blood Realm. However, if the strength of the yang soul is too low, it will also have an impact on the entry of the yin soul, and yin and yang pay attention to twins.

"From now on, the control of the day will be mine, and the night will be yours. The white-clothed pheasant said to the Yin Spirit, "Now you go out first, I'm thinking about how to practice again in Zhihai." At this point, he wasn't too resistant to the Shade. The main thing now is to find a way to cultivate the mental method. The Yin Soul rushed out of Zhihai with a loud voice and took control of his body.

The pheasant sitting on the bed in the wooden house exudes black gas all over his body to wrap himself, "whoo" black gas disperses, a loose black robe of the pheasant with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth appeared on the bed, a black hair draped over his shoulders and forehead, two strands of black hair hung down in front of the red eyes, stretched out his left hand, black blood gas is like a cloud of black mist on his hand constantly flying, the pheasant put on black beast boots and walked out of the wooden house, the moonlight reflects the road outside the house. "I have to go and get back the good thing that the second grandfather said last night, maybe it will be of great use to the other one. "Good things are always the best in their own hands. The pheasant bowed, and the ground under his feet cracked with a few cracks in the spider web. The "Peng" pheasant flew into the sky in place, and a black figure flew through the bright night sky, looking at the moon from the ground, like a black meteor crossing the moon.

Not far from the Xiangliu tribe, an emaciated male demon clan led an obese woman from the Xiangliu tribe, "Huahua, my love for you can be seen by the sun and the moon, if there is deception, the sky will thunder." The fat banshee looked slightly ashamed, "Brother Shaoxiang, you are less here, the moonlight is so good tonight, how can it be thundering and raining, you don't have a little sincerity." Before he finished speaking, there was a thunder in the distance, and the two people in love looked sideways, and a thick lightning bolt appeared in the night sky, which was particularly dazzling. The two stayed for a while, "Hmph" Huahua snorted coldly and turned to leave, her young brother was stunned, and hurriedly chased after her, "Huahua, you listen to my explanation, don't go." ”

A big tree in the jungle was scorched black, and a black figure slowly climbed up below it, and the pheasant patted the scorched black dust on his body, "Ahem, sure enough, demons will be jealous." "The lightning just now was attracted by the pheasant, and in ancient times, there was a peerless genius who was jealous of the heavens because of his high talent.

"You can't fly. The pheasant spoke, and the lightning really made him very nervous. There was a flash of fire under his feet, and the power of the blood realm was multiplied by shrinking the ground into inches, and it was just one step that his artistic conception was dozens of miles away, and his body was stunned, and when he looked back, the blackened tree where he was just now could no longer be seen. The pheasant nodded, as if pleased with his body. Straight into the woods.

Yinlou Mountain, since the cultivation mark left the barren tower, the pheasant has never returned, and the high-level demon beasts on the road still roared at the pheasant cordially, without malice just greeting, and there is a trace of grievances that have not been seen for a long time. The palm of his hand is placed in front of the door of the barren tower, and it slowly pushes to make a creaking sound. The pheasant entered the tower, and the door automatically closed again, and dozens of blue flames appeared on the first floor of the barren tower, and the first layer of the reflection was as bright as daytime, but the faint blue light had a few hints of gloomy. On the first floor, there was a burly figure, the blood qi spread, like a wild beast resurrected, the pheasant was suppressed by this temperament, the loose black robe was blown whirring, but the corners of the mouth still had a wild and uninhibited evil smile. "You are the guardian of this barren tower. The pheasant said, and the burly figure replied, "Every generation of crown princes will come to me, I am Emperor Jiujiang, a descendant of the emperor's surname, the end of the nine generals of this generation." Emperor Jiujiang turned around, his thick eyebrows, his big eyes were like copper bells, and his face was covered with hideous scars, which looked extremely terrifying, and everyone in the Nine Generals came out of the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses.

"I'm here to get what the teacher left me, please give it to me. The pheasant was fearless, stepped forward and spoke, Di Jiujiang stretched out his hand, and a dark green thick blood qi spun in the air and smashed into the central floor of the first layer, and the green flames spread out in all directions. The pheasant hurriedly covered his face with his wide sleeves, the green flame dispersed through the pheasant, the sleeves were lowered, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. A half-human-high column slowly rises in the center of the click. In the center of the column, a small column the thickness of a palm was slowly erected, and the pheasant walked in front of the column, stretched out his finger and touched the cylinder lightly, and with a "snap", the cylinder with a thick palm split in half. A slender sword with a black blade appeared in front of him, except that the blade was a silver color, and the blade exuded a black yin qi, which was terrifying. "Famous Blade Demon Knife, this is a knife score for you" Emperor Jiujiang threw a book to the pheasant. The pheasant catches it, this knife book is very thin, only a few pages. "The name of the knife is "Three Swords of Silence", watch it now, and comprehend the first knife tonight and then go. After Di Jiujiang finished speaking, he turned into green flames and dispersed in place. This hand made the pheasant froze for a while. Only the pheasant was left alone in the entire barren tower, and he opened the knife spectrum, and the first form of the knife spectrum was silent. There is a note at the beginning that in order to practice this sword, the practitioner needs to be very silent, and this silence means that he feels that he is the only one left in the world. Isn't it just a person now? Pheasant has some misunderstandings. According to the posture drawn on the knife book with the demon knife to practice, his qualifications are very good, Xiu Scar taught him to use the basic knife method, practice the basic knife method for two years, at this time practice quickly found the feeling of practicing the knife.

Two hours had passed, and it was about to dawn. "Strange, why not" The pheasant practiced in distress, the speed of the knife was very fast, but there was no way to use the first style on the knife spectrum. "What the hell is silence. At this time, Di Jiujiang's voice sounded, "It's time, you should go back." In the future, unless someone above the Nakong realm seeks revenge on you, don't come to me for help. The pheasant nodded, picked up the scabbard lying on the round table, and inserted the demon knife back into the scabbard. Put it on your shoulder and hum a little song and leave. The gate was closed, and there was no sound in the empty barren tower, "Imp without conscience." Di Jiujiang let out a sigh.

The sky is not yet bright, the moon has disappeared, the dew on the leaves is ticking downward, and a figure is swaying and humming a little song, the demon knife is both the blade and the scabbard and the pheasant in a loose black robe are very matched, like a weapon tailored for the pheasant, this dress has to be said to be very sao bag, there is still a distance from the Xiangliu tribe, and he has to recuperate in the Xiangliu tribe these days. I heard Yu Xiaoyu say that he would observe for a few days. The humming song stopped abruptly, the pheasant's eyes became very serious, and the demon knife was still on his shoulder.

"Tick" A drop of dew fell on the scabbard of the demon knife, "Why should the seniors hide their heads and tails, they can't hide against my little bone forging realm." "Qing Pheasant said that he was a sign of weakness when he said that he was in the Bone Forging Realm, and he clearly knew that the other party's cultivation was definitely higher than that of the Ming Blood Realm. "What a clever boy, who looks like he is still a minor but has this kind of mind. A hoarse voice rang out all around, but it was impossible to tell which direction. The pheasant stepped backwards and stepped on a dead branch with one foot, making a sound of a dead branch breaking. "Brush" a figure appeared in front of the pheasant, stretched out a stick and swept towards the pheasant, the dark iron rod that could not see the material clearly made a whining sound, "Zheng" It was the sound of the demon knife out of the sheath. The rustling of the jungle startled a few small birds. The pheasant holds the knife in his right hand, holds the scabbard in his left hand, blocks the iron rod with the scabbard and the demon knife in a cross shape, his eyes are staring at the opponent, and the person holding the iron rod in his hand to suppress the pheasant is no one else, it is the old dwarf man who attacked the pheasant the next morning after the scars are gone, and the green skin seems to be coated with a layer of grease and shiny. "It's you. The pheasant spoke, and the dwarf exerted force, with great force, and bounced away the pheasant, and the black iron rod exuded gray blood, as withered as the dwarf's appearance. The beast boots at the feet of the pheasant made two long marks against the ground.

"Isn't it a bit disrespectful for the old man to sneak up on my little doll with the strength of the senior's Spirit Gathering Realm?" the pheasant slowly spoke, and the strength of the demon knife in his hand increased a few points. The dwarf coughed and waved his hand, "If you die, no one will say that I am disrespectful to the elderly." After speaking, an afterimage was brought under his feet, the speed rose to the extreme, and the iron rod stabbed at the pheasant like a sword, and the black iron rod penetrated the pheasant's body, and the dwarf's eyes narrowed, "Afterimage?" Turning his head to look at the fleeing pheasant in the distance, the gray blood on his legs surged sharply as he gritted his teeth, "Stinky boy, you have angered me, and I will kill you if I desperately activate the secret method." With a swipe, the dwarf followed at a speed that was not weaker than the pheasant or even faster.

"Damn, I can't get rid of this old man. The pheasant looked back, the distance of the dwarf was approaching, there was a waterfall in front of him, and he would be caught up sooner or later, thinking of this, the pheasant swung back a few times, and several black knife qi swirled in the shape of a crescent moon and flew towards the dwarf to slow down the dwarf's speed, but the reality is always so skinny.

The dwarf used the iron rod to block the knife qi, chased the pheasant at a faster speed, and smiled fiercely at the pheasant with his mouth open, the pheasant made a very angry decision, he inserted the demon knife back into the scabbard and tied it to the belt around his waist, and still held the scabbard in his right hand, seeing that the dwarf chased behind the pheasant, the iron rod in his hand was about to hit the pheasant.

The pheasant turned around in the air, facing the smiling dwarf, his right hand was slightly forced, and then the "Zheng" demon knife came out of its sheath, and a slender black light swept through the woods.