The Yakshas.

As the 'crown prince' of the Yaksha clan, Hei Wukai has heard many legends about the Yaksha since he was a child, and the most heard sentence is that 'the ancestors of the Yaksha came out of the sea of corpses and blood in the Asura purgatory......

What is this 'Shura Purgatory', what is it, and why did the legendary ancestors come out instead of killing? This was the question that had always plagued Little Black Wukai, but now, this question has finally been answered.

The sky above his head is blood-red, there are no clouds in the sky, but it is covered with bloodshot like meridians, and occasionally you can see a huge eyeball, like a dark red sun flashing outside the sky.

All around was a wasteland, a blood-stained wasteland, filled with a foul smell that made even Black Wukai feel a little pungent.

Buzz, Cississo, Cississo......

Flies with green heads and rats with red eyes are gnawing on the barren plains, eating the corpses that can't be eaten all over the ground.

The foul smell of rot and fishy smell filled this space, which made people can't help but be irritable; all kinds of ghosts and wolves howled like a yin wind kept blowing over, impacting his soul, and it was easy to make people irritable; what was even more terrifying was a soul-like element in the air, which was probably the 'aphrodisiac grass' of this Shura Purgatory, which made the body of the person who breathed it produce an irrepressible and violent sense of fragmentation.

In the boundless darkness, in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, in front of the black Wukai is the path of Shura that seems to have no end.

Darkness, depression, despair and irritability, all kinds of negative emotions are permeated in every corner of this space, people can't help but want to vent, even those weak animals are gnawing on the corpses on the ground, there is a fierce manic meaning in their eyes, as if they are ready to choose someone to devour.

But it didn't affect Hei Wukai, he just walked forward calmly, endlessly walking towards the endless Shura Road.

Ghost Yaksha is of course a chosen talent, but the murderous aura is too heavy, it is easy to fall into the demon path, and finally destroy, so from the beginning the Yaksha clan has paid special attention to this, but the black Wukai is also an outlier, although it is a ghost Yaksha physique, but the control of killing is better than ordinary people.

Will?

Maybe there is, but it's more about the character, for martial arts, he pursues, but compared to killing, he feels that the girl is better, and it is invisibly the fusion of yin and yang, reaching a certain balance.

Shout!

A small black shadow flew from the left, blood-red eyes, hideous expressions, and sharp teeth, each of which was clearly visible in the darkness.

Syllable!

The scabbard swung sideways, sweeping it away.

Hei Wukai didn't make a sword, in fact, he knew that a sword was a better choice, but he had already figured out this place, it was a little interesting, he found the weakness of the body and expanded, seduced, but it was also the best opportunity to temper.

Demons?

The corners of Hei Wukai's mouth showed a smile and shook his head, no wonder it was said that it was better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

The oppressive environment around him, the various creatures that are provoking and attacking him at any time, and even the mania in the air are all affecting him and tempting him, but they are also constantly refining his soul, every time he suppresses a point of killing thoughts, his soul can be purer, but if he fails to resist, then I am afraid that he will be immortal and eternal in the illusion of this Shura purgatory, and become an unconscious killing machine until the oil runs out!

Hei Wukai closed his eyes and grinned slightly, suppressing the trace of murderous intent that flashed in his heart just now.

I am not as easy as I appear, the evil thoughts in my heart are the most difficult thing for a person to control, especially for a strong person with power, choosing to kill is far easier for them than choosing not to kill.

Speaking of which...... Hei Wukai couldn't help but think: The ancestor of the Yaksha clan who came out of the mountain of corpses and blood in the Shura Purgatory had experienced this scene of his current situation......? It's not as hard as you think.

He had just finished thinking about it.

Rumble!

There was a flash of red light in the sky, and the heavy dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the huge eyes that the black Wukai had seen opened again, and the eyes that looked at the world and all things like mustard slowly swept over the area like radar.

The red light reflected, and a force that was a hundred times stronger than the 'aphrodisiac grass' floating in the air of this Shura Purgatory before, and suddenly spread across the entire land.

Knock knock!

He only felt a throbbing of his heart, followed by an uncontrollable acceleration of beating, his blood boiling in his veins, producing an unbearable heat, and there seemed to be some kind of excitable substance in his brain secreted rapidly, making his scalp tingle.

It's too painful to endure, to suppress your own nature, like to force yourself to stop your breathing.

Black Wukai's footsteps had stopped, his brows furrowed, and he tried his best to endure the manic thoughts in his heart, and his left hand holding the Yaksha Wolf Fang Sword trembled slightly, and even the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

The huge red light in the air didn't care about a small black Wukai, and at the same time as the radar-like surround strafing, the sky was already full of blood at this time.

And on the ground...... The corpses all around him, the small animals that gnawed on the corpses, or the stalkers and hunters who hid in the darkness, all held their breath at this time.

A pair of red eyes suddenly opened, as if they were blooming everywhere, and in an instant, they filled the entire land.

Whoa......

The corpses on the ground trembled and began to limp up.

WhewW......

The ghosts that had been wandering aimlessly around them also turned red, and their wandering speed increased, and they flew around like locusts in the air.

Roar, roar, roar!

And what is even more powerful is that in the depths of the darkness around it, there are terrifying soul power exploding, there are monsters roaring, and there are strong people laughing and cheering.

Kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

The oppressive dark world instantly turned into a terrifying Shura field, and around Black Wukai, countless corpses, ghosts, and monsters rushed towards him.

This is no longer just a ghoul rat that can be swept away at will with a scabbard, those resurrected corpses are at least at the level of a tiger, and some of them can even reach the top of the tiger.

These are completely within the scope of Hei Wukai's ability, as long as he is willing to draw his sword, as long as he draws his sword, he can live!

It's a strong, habitual suggestion.

Hei Wukai's snort became heavy, and his right hand pressed against the hilt of his sword, but he did not draw his sword, and he kept leaping left and right, dodging those deadly attacks, but the attacks were too dense to be completely out of the way.

He began to get hurt, his soul power began to decay, and his will began to decline.

The surging qi and blood, the threats around him, all of them were eating away at his patience, and his right hand on the hilt of the sword began to tremble faintly.

Draw your sword!

It seemed that the whole world was shouting, but although his hands were trembling, Hei Wukai still didn't move, and the big beads of sweat slid down Hei Wukai's forehead, and he was trying his best to restrain it, but it came even more violently.

The blood-colored red light in the air seemed to have scanned the entire land at this time, and it turned back to the center of the sky, its originally half-squinted eyes suddenly widened, and a powerful, substantial terrifying aura rushed from the air, like a hurricane that instantly swept the entire land.

Black Wukai was also swept by the terrifying blood-colored aura, and he was amazed to feel that this red light was actually an incomparably powerful and usable power, which was 'generous' and unhesitating to share with the whole world by the giant eye in the air!

The power of madness swept through Black Wukai's soul sea in an instant, and he felt that the soul sea began to boil under the light of that red light, and even reached the edge of enough for him to break through the limit in just an instant!

The terrifying madness of power, the terrifying gift, the terrifying Yaksha King!

All the corpses, ghosts, monsters, and strong people in the entire world fell into an extreme carnival at this moment.

Kill, kill, kill!

The world is ruled by a magic sword!

However, at this time, under the extreme excitement, Hei Wukai laughed, not a domineering laugh, but a mockery, disdain.

The Black Vulkai put down the Yaksha Wolf Tooth Sword and sat down on the ground, closing his eyes.

The Yaksha can die in battle, but there will never be a Yaksha who can be fooled and manipulated!

Neither the physical nor the mental pain could make the Black Vulkai move.

At this moment, a stream of pure black flame rose from the Yaksha wolf's tooth sword, reflecting the entire long sword in pitch black, the flame flowed, the sword edge formed by the black flame buzzed and vibrate, and the flame flow extended half a meter away at the top of the sword tip!

Scold~~~

The Yaksha wolf's tooth sword inserted in the ground unsheathed itself, followed by a black flame rising into the sky, and almost at the same time, the black Wukai opened his eyes, and sure enough, everything was an illusion, and the soul was the source.

A ray of essence flashed from Hei Wukai's eyes, and the consummation of his state of mind led to a higher level of soul power, becoming more mellow and thick, like an arm and a finger.

Everything is so natural and natural.

Black Wukai smiled, his style is free, and he is not suitable for being swayed by any emotion, and only in this way is he worthy of truly controlling the Oniyasha!

At this time, his eyes were clear, there was no longer confusion and vacillation, and there was no uncontrolled bloodthirsty murderous aura, and all that was left was the determination to rush to the end of this Shura purgatory.

Kill~

........................

The world of Rumblesnow is much more monotonous than that of the Black Vulkai.

He was in a void, there was no light, no matter, no sound, not even space, nothing, and there was only one person and one sword in this nothingness.

It's a kind of loneliness that can drive people crazy, because there is no reference for you to observe, you don't even know how much time has passed, and Long Feixue feels like a long time, this length is not measured in days, but a year, two years? It even feels like decades have passed, and I am afraid that another person would have gone crazy a long time ago, but Kolong Feixue just waited quietly, neither in a hurry nor impatient.

He, like Hei Wukai, is a strong man with an extremely sword, and both have reached the state of unity between man and sword, but the essence is completely different, and it can even be said that they are two completely different extremes.

Hei Wukai walked the way of humanity and heart, entered the mortal world, entered the world, and used the world to refine his sword.

Kolon Feixue walked the way of the sword of the heart, it was born, it was the six dusts, the sword of the heart is the same, the heart is the sword, the sword is the heart! There is no need to use mortal dust to practice, because in his world, there is nothing but him and the sword.

The sword is his faith, his everything, and complements his life.

So he can endure loneliness, even if it is terrible for decades in this nothingness, it is only a flick of his fingers for him, and there is no boring feeling, because he has a sword, which is already a whole world for Long Feixue.

Long Feixue sat quietly cross-legged, motionless.

I don't know how long he sat there, but the long sword that crossed his lap suddenly trembled slightly, followed by a rustle......

The Heavenly Sword actually began to bend gradually, as if it had turned into a white snake, gently swimming over his waist and slowly winding upward.

Long Feixue didn't move, he didn't even open his eyes.

Hiss......

The white snake spit out the red snake core, licked Long Feixue's neck, and the slippery and greasy body continued to create an itchy and crispy friction on his skin, and the next second, it turned into a naked beauty, entwining the same naked Long Feixue, using up the friction.

The snow still stood still.

The next moment, a hot pain came from his neck, and the white snake bit on it and began to gnaw on his body, tearing off the bloody pieces of flesh, but Kolon Feixue still didn't move, not even blinking his eyelids.

He didn't feel the pain, but felt that at this moment, the spiritual platform was incomparably clear.

All this is just an illusion, even if it has lasted for decades, long enough to make a person go through a lifetime, it is impossible to confuse his cognition.

The heart sword is without a trace, and nothing can shake his trust in the sword.

Pain can't be, illusion can't be, time can't be!

The white light shone faintly on him, and Long Feixue's face was calm, immobile as a mountain!

Under the statue, Cangjue, Ma Pei and Lao Wang waited for a long time.

Marpel is no longer in Lao Wang's arms, the soul-nourishing effect of the Heavenly Soul Bead has already repaired her injured soul, the soul is the container of soul power, and the soul after being tempered recovers from exhaustion, making Marpel feel that the soul power is gushing out continuously, and even she can feel the terrible potential of that soul, making her feel that as long as she practices a little, her tiger peak limit can be raised to a higher level at any time.

She had already asked Wang Feng just now, the length of time she had spent refining her soul was about twenty minutes, but the Black Wukai and Long Feixue in front of her, on the basis of those twenty minutes, it had already been another half an hour.

The facial expressions of the two also began to produce various changes, from the calm at the beginning, to the frowning, and then to the cold sweat on the forehead, and at this time, the two of them even began to breathe rapidly, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

To tell the truth, Lao Wang had a little hesitation, on the one hand, he could clearly feel that whether it was Long Feixue or Hei Wukai, the souls of the two of them had reached the limit of bearing, and they could not hold back at any time;

In the end, Lao Wang still gave up, and what any strong person hated the most was the interference of others.

Life and death are life, wealth is in the sky.

A powerful soul burst out from the two people who were still and did not move, and both of them broke free from the illusion at the same time, and then fell to one knee at the same time.

Whew!

Both of them gasped for breath, in the illusion just now, Hei Wukai had been fighting bloodily for ten days and ten nights, almost using his last strength to kill the last enemy of the Shura Purgatory, and Long Feixue's whole body muscles were spasming, in the illusion, he had been gnawed clean by the long snake incarnated by the sword of that day, leaving only the white bones of Sensen, the pain was no less than a thousand knives and Ling Chi execution, but he survived.

The state of mind that has been tempered to become more and more complete, it only took a second or two to get out of the residual consciousness of the illusion, and return to normal, both of them found each other gasping for breath for the first time, and they looked at each other at this time, both wanted to laugh, but soon, this smile was covered by something that surprised Long Feixue.

I saw Wang Feng, Cangjue and Marpel standing aside at this time, looking at them with a smile.

Lao Hei grinned, but Long Feixue was really surprised.

Even he had worked so hard for soul tempering, and these three people had easily survived?

No......

Long Feixue looked at Wang Feng, this person could have predicted that this layer was soul refining when he was in the second layer, and now he could stand here so calmly and ordinarily, it seemed that everyone had underestimated him before, ranking first from the bottom among the Templar disciples, and ......

The soul that had just undergone perfect tempering was at its sharpest at this time, and Long Feixue actually had an illusion in his trance, and Wang Feng had really become a little unfathomable.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind to take advantage of others. Lao Wang seemed to see Long Feixue's doubts.

Long Feixue was noncommittal, his face was still arrogant and calm, would he be a person of fear, but he still felt the inexplicable kindness of the other party, not a disguise, because it was unnecessary.

"How are we going to get the next layer?" Rao is black Wukai's temperament also feels the end, even if he has a little strength, but what will the next layer face?

Just as on the second floor, directly below the statue, a stone slab suddenly began to sink slowly, revealing a dark hole.

And around this space, the mountain walls and the earth began to crumble and dissipate again.

This time the opening of the next layer came too quickly, and Hei Wukai and Long Feixue hadn't even calmed down their rough breath, just barely standing up straight, and before they could speak, but suddenly, a black figure swept and appeared in front of everyone.

Who?

This person is obviously not a monster in the fantasy world, but a living person, wearing an inconspicuous war college costume and an ordinary appearance, belonging to the type that will be unrecognizable if you just throw it into someone's pile.

There are only five of them who have entered the third layer.