A faint, almost transparent pale karmic fire stuck to the inexplicable body, and Han Dong sat cross-legged face to face with him.

"Niang Xipi, inexplicable boy, Lao Tzu's five thousand years of soul power, you must make up for Lao Tzu in the future!" The Demon Emperor shouted.

"Inexplicable boy, don't listen to this old devil's nonsense, this old boy, there is no truth in his mouth, obviously he has only made a thousand efforts!" The Immortal Emperor revealed.

"Fart, five thousand years!" The Demon Emperor immediately retorted.

"A thousand years!"

"Three thousand years!"

Inexplicably, there was a lot of noise in the soul, but in the midst of the noise, the Taiji diagram cracked from the two points of the rotating sun and the moon, like a bottomless ravine caused by a great earthquake, meandering and spreading, and in the cracks, purple thunder shone brightly.

The sky-high blood suddenly appeared from the ravine, the earth-shattering thunder shattered in the inexplicable mind, the sun and the moon were broken, the Taiji diagram was shattered, like the beginning of chaos, the blue sky surged, and the sea of souls fell, and the blood qi was diffused in the middle of the space.

Inexplicably, he held the axe in both hands, and looked at this creation in his spiritual soul sea with calm eyes.

Lingtian is ethereal, there is no wave in the soul sea, but the diffuse blood is gradually gathering, inexplicably looking down at the long axe in his hand, it has become more shallow and illusory, until the thin like a black mist dissipates, for some reason, there is a surging pride in his heart, one day, he will hold this long axe in his hand, and hold the axe to break the sky.

The Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor, one black and one white, drilled out of their inexplicable temples, wandering on both sides of the inexplicable, looking left and right inexplicably, they could clearly notice that these two old things had become a little smaller.

The blood and qi were still gathering, and at the same time as the blood and qi were gathering, Han Dong in the grotto had a magic seal in his hands, and in his heavenly spirit cover, an illusory blood snake condensed by a trace of his soul power was drilled, soul power was another power that belonged to the cultivation realm, and to achieve such a release of soul power, at least the cultivation of the Jindan realm was required, or, more precisely, because he scattered the spirit and cultivated the demons, then now he has at least cultivated the Heart Devouring Demon Pill and achieved the Mind Devouring Realm.

He has been looking forward to this day for a long time, and he has been preparing for this day for a long time.

When he got the token from his unknown cave and opened the broken blood meridian, he planted a demon in his heart.

After Han Dong released a wisp of blood demon soul, he bit his finger and outlined the blood talisman with the blood of his origin in front of him.

The jade-faced fox stood behind him, holding the snowflake short sword, sweat dripping from the gap under her jade fox mask, her body was trembling, her hand holding the sword was trembling, and an inch of cold light was revealed, but the sword in the scabbard couldn't be pulled out.

In her mind, there was a thought that was like a ghost that was no longer urging her all the time, "Kill him, kill him, he is a demon, he makes you a demon too!" ”

The fire burned and burned in her mind, as it burned in her eyes and burned her thoughts.

"No—" Her hoarse voice was heartbreaking, and she ran out of the grotto, and it was dawn, but in her teary eyes there was only darkness.

She fell to her knees, bowing her head and weeping, she took off her mask and threw it on the ground, perhaps to cry more happily, the bright sun shone on her criss-crossed scarred face, and she covered her hideous and terrible face with her hands, not wanting to see the sun again, just as she did not want others to see her.

She is just a tool, a tool to collect blood for Han Dong, and a tool to vent her thoughts on the bed, as for her face, it was drawn by Han Dong, he hated Feng Yao, but he couldn't see that the person on the bed was more moving than her.

"Who are you?"

In the rain ten years ago, the girl opened her swollen and sore eyes.

The red-robed Taoist who was holding her did not speak, and walked into the hazy rain and mist in the night, leaving a string of blood marks, which were washed away by the rain in the blink of an eye.

The jade-faced fox wiped away her tears, put on the white jade fox mask that glowed in the sun, and "choked", she pulled out her short sword and walked towards the grotto.

The blood and qi in the inexplicable spirit heavenly soul sea finally gathered together under the gaze of the three of them, and condensed into a blood-colored skeleton of the same size as ordinary people.

Inexplicably, before he could make a move, he only heard a voice, "Niang Xipi." The black soul of the Demon Emperor turned into a black-haired long leg and kicked it over, like a football, kicking the skeleton in mid-air, the skeleton wailed, the Immortal Emperor was not far behind, turned into a white claw and slapped it again, the black leg turned in a circle, and kicked again. An inexplicable light talisman fell lightly, and the skeleton happened to hit it.

"Soul Pact?" Demon Emperor Dao.

Inexplicably, he held the resentful spirit in both hands, looking at the blood talisman attached to the resentful spirit heavenly spirit, and for some reason, the resentful spirit became extremely quiet.

"Soul contract, simply put, is the establishment of a contract between souls, but this contract is unequal, just like this, what is that person's name?" Immortal Emperor Dao.

"Han Dong." Inexplicably snorted.

"Yes, Han Dong, that old demon Han Dong, now he has used the soul contract to control the resentful spirit, and now, in his opinion, the resentful spirit has occupied your body, and you have become a blood leader controlled by the resentful spirit." The Immortal Emperor further explained.

"What then?" Inexplicably eagerly.

"What else can I do? Chilled salad! The Black Group Demon Emperor turned into a black human form, lay down on his back, and crossed Erlang's legs.

Thinking about it inexplicably, now that he has no way to pretend to be refined, how can he withdraw his soul?

As soon as this thought was born, he felt an invisible force pulling his soul out of this space, he felt his heartbeat, the flow of blood, and finally, regained control of his body.

Inexplicably, he opened his bloodshot eyes, and saw Han Dong's red robe at a glance, Han Dong stood in front of him, pressing his head.

The jade-faced fox rushed in with a sword, but Han Dong was so shocked that he muttered to himself, "Not good! As soon as he lifted it inexplicably, clamped it under his armpit, and rushed out, and a red shadow instantly passed by the jade-faced fox, leaving her stunned in place.

In the secret passage leading into the Misty Mountains, with a wail, one of the armored soldiers turned into a blood mist.

"Second master." Zhao Lichun said.

"Go on!" Zhao Ziming on the tiger body said coldly.

In front of him, a man wearing a black cloak, a black tiger mask, and a scimitar hanging from his waist, turned around and grabbed the collar of an ordinary soldier, the soldier tried to drag the knife to resist, but before his knife was pulled out, his hand fell to the ground bloody, and the knife of the man in black was bloodless, he held the knife in his mouth, and carried the soldier who was unconscious like a dead dog towards the red lotus prohibition in front of everyone.

He threw it upward, the blood flowers bloomed, the red lotus prohibition faded a little, and the figure of the soldier completely evaporated from the world.

"A few more will be almost!" Zhao Ziming said indifferently.

The soldiers in the grotto retreated, especially the few people in front of them turned around and wanted to run, but the thirteen black-robed people behind Zhao Ziming brushed the ground like a demon shadow, and one of them grabbed one and threw it into the red lotus.

The stone gate exploded, and the dust dispersed, "Give it to me!" Zhao Lichun waved the long sword of the hairpin.

But the soldiers behind him trembled and couldn't take a step, and none of them stepped forward.

The man in black pulled out his scimitar, the knife was curved like a crescent moon, and a strange light flashed on the blade, thirteen people, exuding an invisible murderous aura, only a murderous person can have this kind of murderous aura.

"Rush!" Niu Neng held a plate axe, threw off his arms, and rushed first, along the way, dozens of men under his hands turned into blood mist, and even a grain of ashes did not fall, facing the empty hole, he really couldn't bear to see the brothers who drank and had fun with him in the Qinglou on weekdays, and any one of them died under the knife of the man in black because of cowering.

Hundreds of soldiers glanced at each other, and then rushed out of the stone cave with Niu Neng and into the misty mountain villa.

"Fellow Daoist, trespass on my cultivation land." Wrapped in a blood snake, Han Dong, who was standing on the high pavilion, asked sharply, and inexplicably, he was casually thrown out of the high pavilion by Han Dong.

"Your grandmother's legs!" Inexplicably scolded in his heart, and then controlled his body, stood upright, and fell to the ground, and at a glance saw Zhao Lichun, who shrank from the hole and looked around.

With a touch of his waist, he secretly rejoiced that the treasure bag was still there, he used his spiritual power, the mouth of the treasure bag opened, and the Qiushui Sword fell into his hand, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly became sharp, as sharp as the blade of the long sword in his hand.

As Zhao Lichun walked out of the dark passage, Zhao Ziming, the real black tiger, also drove the black tiger out of it, and the spirit cat sitting on the tiger's head stretched out its paws and pointed inexplicably.

The soldiers separated, the black tiger walked out slowly, sitting on the black tiger Zhao Ziming crossed his arms, shook his fat head, hummed a little song, and raised his head, but when he looked up and saw Han Dong, he was shocked.

"Blood Demon Yuan, this person is actually cultivating the Blood Demon Yuan, and he has also achieved the realm of the Demon Yuan Spirit, and he has stepped on the second layer of the Golden Pill for fifty years, but he has never been able to do it." He secretly marveled in his heart.

Demon cultivators' demon yuan spirits, or immortal cultivators' spiritual qi spirits, all need to be cultivated to a certain amount of soul power support, people's soul power cultivation originates from the congenital, some people, born with strong soul power, even if their own cultivation can't go up, but if there is a certain cultivation foundation, you can also rely on refining medicine, refining tools, refining talismans and other methods to gain a foothold in the cultivation realm. As for whether the soul power is strong or not, in addition to being born from nature, it lies in the cultivation of the day after tomorrow, but the method of cultivation is only mastered in the more powerful sects, and ordinary ordinary sects are absolutely none. Like Han Dong, he can use his soul power to turn his own demon yuan into a demon spirit, obviously, innate soul power can't do it, that is to say, there must be a way to cultivate soul power in Han Dong's body.

Zhao Ziming's cultivation has been in the Jindan Double Realm for fifty years, and it is precisely because his own cultivation has always stopped, he can't break the shackles, and he is disheartened, so he left the sect and returned to the world, intending to enjoy the world of flowers for the rest of his life, but when he saw Han Dong who released the demon spirit, he had a glimmer of hope, because a sentence in his mind reminded him all the time that the improvement of some people's soul power may bring about the improvement of the realm, of course, this is relative in the cultivation realm, and this sentence, It's only for some special people, Zhao Ziming hopes that he is just one of these people, as for whether it is or not, if you don't try, how can you know.

"Second master, second master, where is that kid!" Zhao Lichun followed the direction of the cat's finger and found it inexplicable.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziming scolded.

Zhao Lichun immediately closed his mouth and hid behind Zhao Ziming's tiger.

"Fellow Daoist, excuse me, we are here for this person," Zhao Ziming stretched out his thick finger and pointed at the inexplicable Dao, "I didn't know that my friend was cultivating here, disturbed Daoist Friend's Qing Cultivation, and destroyed the Treasure Land Formation, so please forgive Daoyou." ”

Han Dong scoffed at his words, this person's few words attributed the sin of destroying people's treasures to an unintentional mistake, it was really a bit deceitful, if it weren't for the fact that he had just become a blood pill now, and he had a first glimpse of his heart, he would have to have a discussion with this person.

"It's okay!" Han Dong bit his lip and said, "The person you are looking for, is it him?" Han Dong pointed to the inexplicable on the ground.

"That's the man!" Zhao Yiming said.

"He's dead, and I've made him a blood king." Han Dongdao.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, can you let me come up and check it out." Zhao Ziming asked.

Han Dong was silent.

Zhao Ziming drove the black tiger under his crotch to walk forward, and at the same time, he put his hand behind his back, and instantly pinched out a small and delicate silver fan from his waist.