The land was dyed black and brown, the sky seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, and there was only a cold light shuttling back and forth between heaven and earth, like a poisonous dragon, constantly harvesting life.

No matter men or women, old or young, human or animal, any living creature under this cold light, there is only one ending, death.

Wisps of demonic energy squeezed the last bit of vitality out of the corpse, and then rose like smoke, converging in the sky, wantonly looking for a host that could be attached, but the host that the demonic energy could capture was often devoured by the poisonous dragon before it was eroded.

The boundless demonic energy is constantly coiling and condensing, and the surrounding stones, dirt, and trees are all included in the host's choice, but soon, these demonic qi will completely dissipate due to the lack of "nutrients".

The demonic qi seemed to have wisdom, and as the poisonous dragon marched, the demonic qi that parasitized the dead things around it became less and less, and most of them converged into one, clinging to the pitch-black armor, but they could not be fixed or invaded, so they could only wait, waiting for the time to come.

Before that, the prey killed by the poisonous dragon was the only way for them to absorb nutrients. As time passed, the inferior quality of the demonic qi was constantly eliminated, leaving only the purest batch, relying on competition with the same kind, the nutrients drawn from the corpse became more and more condensed.

And under the offering of blood and killing intent, the poisonous dragon became more and more agile and fresh.

If it was just a metaphor at first, now it seems to have turned into a real monster that can devour all life.

And more, more, and more!

Killing intent enveloped Feng Xue's body, constantly looking for fresh creatures, and using their death blood and resentment to feed this demonic sword technique.

That sword move had gradually broken free from the shell of the trick and turned into a will, which pushed Feng Xue and pushed the blade, just to devour more living beings.

It was born by killing, and only killing can nourish it to continue to grow.

But Feng Xue was not really controlled by this killing power at this time, he had already cultivated the "Tranquility of Tranquility" and "Tranquility of Movement", and the true meaning of martial arts was even more of a "true self", not to mention that this poisonous dragon was originally released by his own hands.

Now what is driven by the magic sword is nothing more than a wisp of thought separated by the realm of a thought, and as for his true self, at this time, he is in a state of silence, sitting upright on the spiritual platform, examining everything in the outside world.

Although the magic sword is more evil than he imagined, as long as he doesn't go out, he doesn't have to worry about being affected by the killing intent, of course, this is not to say that he is locked up by himself, after all, there is a precedent for the exorcism method, and he can use the mental method at any time to force the killing intent in his body out of the [Fluctuation of Nothing].

At this time, he was just thinking, thinking about the principle of this magic sword, thinking about the changes in this demonic qi, and at the same time, thinking about how to domesticate them.

No matter how strong the martial arts are, they need to be mastered by people, otherwise they will put the cart before the horse.

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have used a phantom object to cast this sword." Feng Xue tasted the fifteenth sword like a poisonous dragon and gave an order.

Kamen Rider, who had already completely turned into a "knife rack", suddenly paused, and the swimming poisonous dragon slowly disappeared as the blade entered the sheath as it seemed to be pinched by the neck.

But Feng Xue knew very well that the poisonous dragon was just the appearance of a trick, and the real fifteenth sword was the "sword heart" nourished by the killing intent.

Although that sword heart is just a wisp of his own thoughts, as long as he doesn't give it up, it will always exist.

After checking the current state of Kamen Rider's armor, Feng Xue reached out and pulled out a jelly bottle from behind him.

The endless demonic energy seemed to be attracted by something, and it frantically poured into the jelly bottle.

However, the amount of demonic qi around Feng Xue was really terrifying now, and the jelly bottle had only been filled with less than five percent before the transformation had been completed.

Feng Xue was not surprised by this, and after putting away the "Demon Qi Bottle", she took out a long sword from the storage bag - the one that was opened as a "holy relic" in the first place.

Almost as soon as the sword was drawn, a large amount of demonic qi seemed to see a new body, and they frantically poured into the sword, infecting and eroding it.

It's just that there aren't a lot of demonic qi in doing this, and with the previous lessons, these powers that seem to have wisdom are undoubtedly much more cautious.

Feng Xue had no idea of further studying these demonic qi for the time being, he held the long sword in his hand, took a step, and continued to march towards the depths of Qingzhou.

The poisonous dragon was awakened again, and the demonic sword nourished by killing was unleashed with the evil sword impregnated with demonic energy, as if the sky had begun to mourn for it.

The swordsmanship seemed to have its own will, and the demonic qi also seemed to have its own will, and Feng Xue watched these two wills repel each other, collide with each other, compromise with each other, and a trace of inspiration kept emerging in his heart.

The power of [Revision] cooperates with the power of [Wu], and that little bit of inspiration is constantly strengthened, updated, and then replaced and evolved again and again.

"The initial 'domestication' is really a bit taken for granted, compared to the fifteenth sword of the thirteen swords, which is similar to the demon of the heart and mental illness, the demonic qi is more like physiological aberration, and it is its inherent attribute to make the human body mutate.

"If you want it not to hurt people, it's like making bitter gourd not bitter and stinky tofu not smelly, so it's better to choose ingredients that are not bitter and smelly from the beginning.

"If you want to solve the demonic qi once and for all, it is not advisable to domesticate it, but you might as well try domesticating, since it looks like it is alive, then you might as well raise it as a living animal, and to raise them you must first take yourself out of their recipes."

Feng Xue began to gradually establish a relatively complete exercise model in his mind, and he also had a new understanding of the sword technique of the fifteen swords that would cause the user to have a "killing personality".

The thirteen swords of death, the first thirteen swords are just rhizomes that absorb nutrients, the fourteenth sword is just green leaves, and the fifteenth sword is the flower that blooms.

And after this flower-devouring flower, Feng Xue vaguely saw the fruit that bore fruit.

After the boundless slaughter, the fruit is full of life.

"What is this? The pendulum will swing? Although Feng Xue had already guessed this, after really seeing that scaly claw, he felt a little funny, because excluding those mysterious descriptions, in principle, it was just like when the peerless divine doctor perfected his medical skills to the extreme, he also understood the method of putting people to death.

It's just that there are a lot of killings, and after understanding all the means of killing, I realized how not to kill people, and at the same time not let the opponent kill the technique.

It is not a "sword that does not kill" or a "sword that saves people", but a sword that "holds the power of life and death in his hands", and the moment life and death are thoroughly understood, life and death are also controlled by the sword wielder.

At this thought, the pitch-black poisonous dragon seemed to have faded its hideous scale armor, and the sword that had been completely impregnated with demonic qi was controlled by the swordsmanship that seemed to be killing in the last second.

The killing intent returned to normal at this moment, and Feng Xue "walked" out of the spirit platform and took over his body again.

The restless demonic energy wanted to break free from the long sword, but Feng Xue exerted a wisp of internal force.

That internal force was like feed put into a cage, which suddenly attracted a large amount of demonic qi to scramble for it, and Feng Xue's domestication of demonic qi also began at this moment.

(End of chapter)