Cangjie walked on a deep path, his face was expressionless, but his heart was a little impatient and annoyed.

"It's been nearly a month, but I haven't even obtained a single treasure, is it because my luck is unbearable, or is there no treasure left in the ruins of this Bat Yi clan!" Cangjie waved a spiritual power and swung it towards the ground, and that spiritual power knocked the ground out of a long ravine.

Cangjie continued to move forward, and suddenly, his face was happy, and the black mist floating outside his body suddenly condensed into a cloud and flew in one direction.

This black fog is Cangjie's painstaking cultivation, nearly ninety percent of his wealth and energy are invested in this black fog, except for this black fog, he has no other magic powers, but the power of this black fog is extremely strong!

In addition to hurting the enemy, this black fog also has all kinds of wonderful uses, and now the abnormality of this black fog is a reminder to Cangjie that there are treasures not far away!

Overjoyed, Cangjie rushed towards the grass in front of him under the guidance of the black mist, and in the grass, a corpse existed.

The corpse's skin color was a strange blue, shrouded in a layer of mist, except for the blue skin and the four extra eyes on its forehead, it was no different from the Terrans.

Seeing this corpse, Cangjie was overjoyed, his own black fog gradually dissipated, and when he revealed his true face, it was strikingly similar to the corpse.

"Shadow Clan! This is the corpse of the Shadow Clan!" Cang Jie's breathing began to rapid, and he spread his divine sense, probing the corpse.

At the same time, he gradually recalled some of the past events of his childhood.

When Cangjie was young, his talent was not outstanding, even Qiyuan was extremely reluctant, he worked extremely hard to cultivate, but the cultivation he improved was always unsatisfactory, and he had been cultivating for nearly ten years, and he had not yet reached the realm of Bigu.

This situation did not change until he went out to practice one day, when Cangjie was cultivating in a cave, but the cave collapsed, and he was almost buried by the rubble in the cave.

After transporting his spiritual power and moving away the rubble blocking the exit, Cangjie was shocked to find that there was a secret passage in the cave, and in that secret passage, Cangjie found an intact corpse and a cultivation exercise.

After returning to the clan, Cangjie consulted many classics and learned that the corpse was a member of the Shadow Clan.

The Phantom Clan,It is a strange race belonging to the Demon Race.,It is rumored to be a new race born after the combination of the Demon Race and the Human Race.,This race is extremely mysterious.,Both the Demon Race and the Human Race don't know much about the situation of the Shadow Clan.。

The part of the exercises that Cangjie obtained was the cultivation method of the Phantom Clan, which was countless stronger than the cultivation exercises he had, but it was a pity that only the clansmen of the Phantom Clan could practice it.

After a few thoughts, Cangjie finally made up his mind to abandon his body, enter the corpse with his divine sense, and become the new owner of the corpse.

The division of strength in the Phantom Clan is the same as that of the Terrans, this one of the Phantom Clansmen cultivated to the Haoyue Realm before he died, but Cangjie's strength was weak, and he could only exert less than one percent of his strength, he relied on that exercise, and slowly cultivated to the late stage of the Condensing Star Realm, becoming one of the most powerful cultivators in the clan, and as long as he was given another few decades, he would be fully sure that he would cultivate to the Haoyue Realm.

The reason why Cangjie was able to cultivate to this level is that the corpse accounts for nine successes, seeing that his cultivation is about to reach the Haoyue Realm, the effect of the corpse is getting smaller and smaller, Cangjie is also worried about this, this trip to Yunfu Mountain, he hopes to obtain several treasures, so as to make his strength go further.

The combat power of the Shadow Clan people almost entirely depends on the layer of black mist shrouded outside the body, and the importance of that black mist is extremely great, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the second life of the Shadow Clan.

When he saw the corpse in the grass now, Cangjie could be completely sure that the original owner of this corpse was much stronger than the corpse owner he obtained many years ago, the corpse he obtained when he was a child was already in the middle of the Haoyue Realm, and this corpse, at least in the late stage of the Haoyue Realm, even had a slight possibility, would be the Blazing Sun Realm!

The black mist floating outside Cangjie's body was mixed with a faint gray, and the black mist shrouded outside the corpse had already taken on a thick golden aura, Cangjie knew from the cultivation of the exercises that the black mist of the Phantom Clan had several levels, namely black, gray, red, gold, and colorful!

The black mist of this corpse is already the fourth level of it, and it is obviously much stronger than the corpse obtained by Cangjie.

"Great creation! This is the great creation! This is my Cangjie, the biggest creation is to obtain the corpse of the Shadow Clan in the early years, compared to this matter, it is not worth mentioning!

"This is your life, and it is your fate, the fate of the shadows, the calamity of the shadows. From the corpse, a trace of black mist extended, Cangjie did not detect the appearance of this black mist, this black mist appeared behind him, changing into a human form, this human figure looked at Cangjie coldly, showing a look of expectation.

At this time, Cheng Yun was still on the altar, his divine consciousness was still wandering in that mysterious place, every time he opened his eyes, he would experience a death, and every time Cheng Yun died, he was unable to resist.

As the number of deaths increased, the pain Cheng Yun felt became lighter and lighter, and until now, no matter how much harm he had, Cheng Yun could not feel the slightest pain.

After the thousandth death, Cheng Yun's eyes were closed, and he hadn't opened them for a long time, his heart was as cold as frost, and the chill he exuded was enough to make people tremble.

"This altar is dedicated to love, but to the heart. Cheng Yun slowly opened his eyes, he straightened up and stared ahead, there were many indescribable looks in his eyes.

That look is a chilling coldness, a coldness that is indifferent to everything.

In this altar, Cheng Yun has lost his sense of pain, his consciousness and soul are changed by the influx of violent consciousness by the death again and again, when he opens his eyes again, the demon under him is a shock to his body, as if echoing Cheng Yun, this situation is unprecedented.

The demon ritual is the mount of the demon powerhouse, and the only one who can make it completely surrender and fully play its role is the people of the demon clan, even if Cheng Yun has a demon ritual that is an imitation of the Dayu Dynasty, at this point, it will not be an exception.

Today's Cheng Yun, the aura exuded makes the demon worship feel a sense of intimacy and familiarity, it is the breath of the demon people, cold, ruthless, indifferent, and powerful!

"The change of mind I have changed in the constant struggle is not as great as the change in the altar in just a few hours, I am afraid that I am a little bit like the vicious and ruthless demon cultivator. Cheng Yun muttered to himself, he was in the altar, he experienced death after death, and realized the meaning of the law of the jungle to the extreme.

Since Cheng Yun cultivated, he also felt deeply about the cruelty of monk's time, but the subtle changes after being calculated and fighting with people again and again were not as profound as this time.

"I've died a thousand times, and I've been killed a thousand times! The weak eat the strong, I am the weak meat, now I, although my cultivation is not low, but it is by no means high, from now on, I, Cheng Yun, will never become the weak meat, I will only become the strong!" Cheng Yun's eyes were like torches, and his heart was extremely firm, this time the tempering on the altar not only made his heart colder, but also made his will a lot stronger, and his state of mind cultivation was also improved.

"You will step into the eighth layer of the Gathering Spirit Realm, condense the eighth life, this is your calamity, and likewise, it is also your life! You can't escape, you can't escape. ”

Cheng Yun didn't hear the trance sound coming from behind him, his eyes flashed, he opened his own Yuan Core, he took out three hundred Blood Fir Tree fruits, and took out another Blood Mangsan, and took it down.

A long time ago, Cheng Yun's cultivation reached the peak of the seven mangs, only a trace away, he could step into the eight mangs, and now the tempering in this ancient altar has improved his state of mind cultivation, and at the same time, his cultivation has also risen a little, and now he can try to break through to the eight mangs.

"Fate, robbery!"

"It's your life!"

"It's your robbery!"

"You can't escape for your life, and you can't escape the catastrophe!"