"Demon Essence Knife, Old Demon Wu!"

Qi Ruyan, who was below, exclaimed in surprise after seeing this flying knife clearly.

Her face turned pale, and her magic power surged, and the magic dragon blade in the center of the circle turned into a streamer of light, levitating above her head, sprinkling a dark red halo and blessing the magic shield.

The abbot of Zhiyuan on the side sighed lightly, put his hands together and said: "Good Great Spirit King Buddha, Wu Daoyou, you are still here." ”

As he spoke, a pale golden aura, with a sense of peace and compassion, radiated outward with the fat monk as the center, and the surrounding demonic aura gushed out black light and a little white starlight.

Swept by the golden light, these demonic spirit vitality submerged into the forbidden aura outside the mountain peak, and a trace of dark golden light appeared in the cracked gap, not only preventing the shattering of the prohibition, but also converging towards the purple-black flying knife above.

"You bald donkey is so nosy!" a low, cold voice came from far and near.

In the mid-air a hundred zhang away, an old man with a hooked nose suddenly appeared, he was thin and thin, wearing a delicate demonic robe, his eyes were purple-black, and several purple-black halos were swirling around his body.

This person is none other than the Supreme Elder of the Yuan Demon Sect, the only god and demon cultivator in the Great Zhou, Wu Wenxuan.

He looked at the dark golden light that was forcing towards the flying knife, snorted coldly, and a sense of cruelty permeated his body, and the three-inch flying knife trembled slightly, and then turned into a streamer and shot back, disappearing into its cuffs.

Abbot Zhiyuan recited a Buddha horn and said: "Wu Daoyou, the broken kingdom is about to open, we should preserve our strength, if there are two demon kings this time, we may not be sure to deal with it, why start a war and waste our energy in vain?"

Wu Wenxuan sneered and said: "If you want me to retreat, it's very simple, as long as you hand over the Demon Dragon Blade, not only will I leave, but even these Demon Cultivators Wu will be taken away, and there will be no further damage to the Holy Demon Sect." ”

As he spoke, several warships in the distance and dozens of Yuan Infant Stage cultivators' retreats all poured into the mountain range, and these people had a very tacit understanding, bypassing this core mountain gate and attacking the peaks.

Wu Wenxuan glanced at the thick magic knife on top of Qi Ruyan's head, looked at Zhiyuan again, and then said: "The Demon Dragon Blade is in the hands of this junior, it is a waste, if Wu has this weapon, his strength will increase greatly, and he can contain a demon king alone." ”

Abbot Zhiyuan slowly shook his head and said: "Wu Daoyou, you have fused the meaning of the true demon, but you are the soul of the half-demon, the demon spirit in the demon dragon blade does not match you, and forcibly urging will only cause a conflict of will." ”

"And Wu Daoyou's half-demon soul, in the face of the cross-border demon king, I am afraid that he can only exert half of his strength, even if he has the demon dragon blade in his hand, how can he contain the demon king alone. ”

Wu Wenxuan was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Zhiyuan, because of this, Wu's demand for the Demon Dragon Blade far exceeds that of others, if my expectations are not bad, after so many years, the killing intent in the Demon Dragon Blade has been completed." ”

He said with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes: "Wu is studying a secret technique to re-refine the original god, the intention of killing is born from the intention of the true demon, and it belongs to the will of the demon path, if it goes well, Wu may be able to reverse the soul of the god and return to the soul of the human race." ”

"With the new power of will, coupled with the power of the Demon Dragon Blade, you will definitely be able to compete with the Demon King. ”

Zhi Yuan looked at the other party's expression, and sighed lightly: "When the Holy Demon King refined the Demon Dragon Blade, he said that only by advancing the gods with new demonic intent can he truly control the Demon Dragon Blade, and it is impossible for the divine soul contaminated by the demonic intent to succeed. ”

"Wu Daoyou forcibly ingested the demonic intent in the Demon Dragon Blade, he would only lose both, maybe the Yuan Shen would be damaged, but if this magic treasure was in Qi Daoyou's hands, it would at least be able to strike the strongest blow, and it would also be a threat to the Demon King. ”

When Wu Wenxuan heard this, his face became gloomy, the thick True Yuan in his body surged, and the three cone-shaped magic weapons that had broken the formation before appeared behind him at some point, turning into the size of a palm, and there was still an amazing magical aura in it.

"Having said so much, I still don't want to hand over the Demon Dragon Blade, old monk, don't think that if you comprehend the power of will, you can really compete with the cultivators of the Transformation Period, Wu wants to see if you can keep the Holy Demon Sect. ”

As he spoke, the three cone magic weapons shone brightly, turning into three large purple-black knife-tipped phantoms, which were glowing with metallic luster, looking like real objects, with terrifying demon yuan coercion and ferocious thoughts, blasted the prohibition outside the mountain peak, and a large number of demon yuan qi around them were like light, and they continued to converge towards them.

Abbot Zhiyuan's face was solemn, his folded hands opened, and the two vajra rings on his wrists shot out, doubling in size with the obscure spell in his mouth.

The black light that flew towards the cone magic weapon around trembled slightly, as if it had been affected, and a small half of it surged towards the vajra circle, in addition, some white halos also appeared in the thin aura nearby, and the sparse spiritual energy was all attracted out.

Under the convergence of the two energies, a dark golden Buddha Gate vanity appeared outside the two vajra circles, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed everything.

"Boom!!"

The dark golden aura and the purple-black halo intertwined, bursting out with brilliant brilliance.

Wu Wenxuan's magic weapon blessed the transformation of the Yuan Qi, the power is terrifying, every blow seems to have the power to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and the magic power of Zhiyuan does not know what kind of magic power it is, it doesn't look like the transformation of the Yuan Qi, but it can compete with it.

Several magic weapons were stalemate with each other, and the terrifying vitality power was condensed inside, and no unnecessary fluctuations were released, but the pressure in the air became heavier and heavier.

Although the power of the vajra circle of the abbot of Zhiyuan is not weak, the number of magic weapons is not dominant, and occasionally a few remnant blades of vitality break through the defense line and hit the prohibition outside the peak, and the entire mountain peak trembles because of this.

Looking at the prohibition that was about to be shattered, Abbot Zhiyuan condensed and said, "Senior brother, you go to other places to support, this place is too dangerous." ”

"Yes, Senior Abbot. Zhiyuan didn't hesitate, he flew in the other direction of the mountain peak, the battle of the god level, he couldn't participate in it at all, and it would be a drag here.

As for Qi Ruyan, with the protection of the Demon Dragon Blade, self-protection is not a problem, and it can also deter Wu Lao Mo.

Wu Wenxuan saw Zhiyuan's departure, and did not stop it, he continued to control the magic weapon, and said lightly: "It is worthy of the will to comprehend by himself, and the control of the demon vitality is no less than the power of the primordial god." ”

"But if you stop it again, don't blame Wu for not being careful. ”

Speaking of this, he stretched out his right hand, and the purple-black knife before was suspended in the palm of his hand, and a trace of pure black light shot out from the tip of the knife, like some kind of lightning, and the demonic energy that disappeared into the surroundings disappeared.

At this moment, most of the originally balanced demonic energy turned against the cone-shaped magic weapon, and the latter's purple-black magic light was flourishing, completely knocking out the vajra circle and blasting towards the gloomy prohibition.

"Bang!"

The prohibition inlaid with golden light was completely shattered, turning into a little bit of spiritual light.

Wu Wenxuan's eyes showed a hint of coldness, the true yuan in his body was surging, and the purple-black knife swirled in the palm of his hand, like a black hole, devouring the black light around him, and even the halo was absorbed into it.

Then with a wave of his hand, the purple-black knife rushed into the shattered forbidden aura like a lifeless mortal thing......