When the voice fell, the demonic clone raised its head violently. Look at each other.

He saw the handsome face with exhaustion, but with hope in his eyes.

It's a lot of affection. Those beautiful pasts have withered with the years.

He's gone, too, but it's just this obsession. Still staring at the deepest red dust in the world, waiting for the watch stupidly.

Waiting for someone to come, can carry his life's learning, and that obsession. Guarding for him, the One.

A kind of acacia comes from two places, one in ancient times and one in the present.

Together, they are the present and the ancient. One after the other is this eternity.

When the song does not return to the song, this eternal lovesickness can no longer be cut.

When the demonic clone saw that sword monk was flooded with demonic energy, he knew that this was the land of inheritance. For the monks, it was a chance of creation.

It's just that the demonic clone doesn't think that this sword cultivator can carry this demonic energy.

This demonic qi was under the pressure of the sword machine, although it was rich, but the aura did not reach the level of horror.

This is the collision of breath, or it can be said to be melting. So Aoki and Chu Yi didn't feel suffocated.

But the demonic doppelganger felt it, because it was also a demon, and the feeling was clear.

This demonic aura was dozens of times stronger than his body, which may still be a small part. But it has the power to destroy the world and is extremely violent.

Only by carrying this small part of the demonic qi can he be qualified to continue the inheritance of this demon lord.

Aoki and Chu Yi remained the same, not noticing the black-robed man standing in front of him who had replaced the sculpture.

Only the sword cultivator's eyes widened, his scarlet eyes were full of unwillingness, and he looked at the demonic clone fiercely, with a deep hatred.

He saw the black-robed man, and knew that the person in front of him was going to compete with him for a chance, and the killing opportunity was big again.

It's just that he was suppressed by the powerful demonic qi and couldn't move, and he couldn't stand up with his sword.

Otherwise, he would have killed the ant.

Although the demonic clone is already in the Dao realm, due to the difference in the cultivation system, it still looks like it is in the realm of transforming into a god.

Not to mention the Transformation God Realm, even if it is the Three Realms, it is still an ant in front of the second-step power. How could he allow an ant to compete with him for a chance?

The murderous uprising caused the temple to be filled with fierce winds and black fog, and everything was shaking.

It's just that this one shook the temple and made it shake. But it was not destroyed.

This is a temple built by the Demon Lord, comparable to an artifact. How could it just collapse in the majestic killing intent?

Chu Yi was still standing outside, squinting his eyes slightly, and covering his face with his hands, but he felt that the wind had suddenly become so strong.

As for Aoki, when he felt this killing intent, he also sank his face. If it weren't for the master's refusal to let him go, for fear of backlash, the hundred-zhang saury erected in his hand would have been cut down a long time ago.

Under this killing intent, if it is a cultivator of the Transformation God Realm, he will indeed be killed by the Divine Realm.

But the demonic clone is not, but he just feels a strong pressure to suppress him.

It's just that this pressure is only like a mountain, not like a sky. It's still within the scope of bearing.

Under this killing intent, the demonic clone only took half a step backwards slightly, and then stopped its body.

"I and this sword cultivator saw the demon lord, but Aoki and Chu Yi didn't. Could it be that seeing the demon lord still needs the necessary opportunity?" The demonic clone didn't care about this killing intent.

This killing intent poses no threat to him. But in the eyes of that sword cultivator, it was a shock.

Although he was not very conscious, he still had a trace of sanity.

In his last sanity, this sword cultivator was shocked in his heart. A Avatar Realm cultivator was able to remain intact under the killing intent that he poured out.

"Come here. "The demonic clone moved slightly. Then there was footsteps from behind.

A white garment walked up to him.

With the arrival of the puppet, the most direct invasion of that killing intent was blocked in one step, and the pressure it was under was reduced a lot.

It's no longer the pressure of the mountain, it's just a boulder on the shoulder.

For the demonic clone, there is no difference between whether this boulder is there or not.

Under the strong wind, the demonic clone fluttered with white hair. Strands of hair float from the eyes, obscuring the vision. But he didn't close his eyes.

His eyes kept falling on the sword cultivator. Feel his breath.

It was a thick demonic intent, as pure as the demonic energy on his body, and even more so. It's also more intense.

The demonic energy on the two of them is like a small pond meeting the sea. The same demonic nature, but different textures.

Beneath that rich demonic aura, there is a hint of variegation.

This variegated color was hidden in the thick demonic aura, and it was difficult to detect.

But the demonic clone who is also a demon still senses it.

"I see, this sword cultivator is a demon cultivator. It can be called an evil demon. Is this the opportunity to become a demon in order to see this demon master?"

The guess of the demonic clone was correct, and because of this, Aoki and Chu Yi had never seen the previous scene, nor did they see the black-robed man standing in the temple.

"For countless years, only one person has received half of the supernatural power. The rest of them couldn't bear it and exploded and died. ”

"It seems that the killing and robbery contained in this opportunity has the upper hand. The demonic clone shook his head, looked at the sword cultivator, and slowly spoke.

"You accept the inheritance with peace of mind. The way to seize people, for the blood of the sea of hatred. I will not take your chance. If you can take it, then what does it matter to you?"

With a wave of his sleeves, he sat cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were closed, waiting for the success or failure of this sword cultivator.

This demon lord's inheritance, the demon clone will naturally not let go. He had a feeling that if he could withstand this demon lord's inheritance, then his demon body would have a qualitative change.

At that time, the demonic clone will go to the next level.

The reason why it didn't disturb this sword cultivator's absorption inheritance was because the demonic clone didn't think that this person could succeed, and it was only a matter of time before he failed.

Let him absorb more, and he can also observe for a while longer, so as to prepare for sudden changes when absorbing the inheritance in the future.

The sword cultivator saw that the demonic clone was actually closing on his knees, and the murderous aura he emitted was also stunned, and he thought about it for a long time and secretly killed him.

The fierce wind in the temple stopped, and only the tank of demonic energy and the screams of this sword cultivator remained.

As time passed, Jian Xiu's screams became louder and louder, his face became more hideous, and the dark blue meridians that covered his body became more and more swollen.

His entire body had swelled like a ball, and cracks kept appearing.

The demonic qi that was absorbed continued to vent violently as these cracks appeared, carrying large patches of blood.

"He failed. The demonic clone opened his eyes.

When the words fell, there was a heart-rending scream and a loud bang.

Blood rained down, and minced meat was instantly everywhere. But under the majestic demonic aura, it turned into smoke in an instant.

"It's my turn. The demonic clone closed his eyes again.

The next moment, the body of the black-robed man in front of him shook, and a demonic rainbow rose straight from him, blasting into the head of the demonic clone, impacting wildly.