The monks of Fanyin Temple, regardless of their cultivation, besieged Yan Ruosong under the instruction of Wutong.

They play the role of cannon fodder, each with the courage to see death as home, and consume the enemy with their own flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Yan Ruosong was not in a hurry to kill these ant-like beings in his eyes.

The boy injured his palm, which greatly diminished his strength.

Can't give him a chance to breathe, he doesn't know why he is a little flustered.

These people didn't pose a threat to him at all, how could they have such timid thoughts.

He just relied on the sword in his hand to be sharper, and he could still get away with it, but where did the uneasiness in his heart come from?

Pack him up first.

He controlled the wound on his palm, wrapping it tightly with strips of cloth to prevent the blood from flowing out.

The feeling of uneasiness intensified, and it was the momentum emanating from the young man's body.

He seems to be emotional?

Is it uncomfortable to see the people around you powerless?

That's what happens to my enemies.

The weak must have the consciousness of the weak.

I want you all to live rather than die, and you will all tremble under my torment.

Come out, Netherworld Black Dragon Break!

The black mist around him was as thick as ink, transforming into a hideous dragon.

With Yan Ruosong's deep hatred, like a messenger from hell,

"Smack"

A slender white hand grabbed the black dragon's neck, like grabbing seven inches of a poisonous snake. With a gentle pinch, the colorful light lit up, and the black dragon condensed by the black mist disappeared.

What the!

Yan Ruosong's pupils constricted.

It's impossible to break your own spell casually.

He gathered the black mist with both hands, and re-condensed two black dragons.

"The second stage of the Netherworld Black Dragon is broken. ”

The two black dragons were entangled and rolled around each other, whistling through the air, like two black lightning bolts, straight into the opposite boy.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Ruan Ruan Xinghang Sword waved casually, and a brilliant light ended the path of the two black lightning bolts.

The two evil dragons formed by the black fog were broken into several pieces in the air, and were illuminated by the starlight on the sword, and they were reduced to nothing.

Ruan Ruan raised his head, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his bright eyes.

"That's all you need, I'm so disappointed. ”

He squeezed word by word from between his teeth, and his tone was full of anger.

"Hahaha, you did surprise me. Yan Ruosong sneered.

"Feel my ultimate form!"

"Roar!"

Yan Ruosong raised his head to the sky and roared, his body was covered by a thick black mist, and the whole person seemed to be covered in a dark robe.

As the black mist slowly seeped into his body, his body began to change. The already tall figure began to swell, its fierce face twisted even more, and two crooked horns emerged from the top of its head. The clothes on his body were torn by the ever-increasing body, revealing the pitch-black knotted muscles.

When the monks saw this ugly form, they all opened their mouths wide and forcibly held back the horror in their hearts to prevent themselves from screaming.

Wutong pointed ahead, his face pale and his lips trembling.

"Demonic Qi infusion, you are killing yourself. ”

Wutong had participated in the operation to exterminate the Demon Clan's General Altar, and Gao Yun was also invited to participate at that time.

The demon clan is the remnant of the extraterritorial heavenly demons who infiltrated the Tiancang Continent, and with the help of Gao Yun's cave gourd, a samadhi true fire burned for several days before those demon cultists and the main altar were burned to the ground.

The cultivation of the demon race is demonic qi, which is a unique cultivation method of the demon race. There are different theories about the origin of demonic energy, some say that it is generated outside the territory, while others say that it is caused by various negative factors in people's hearts, such as resentment, hatred, jealousy, etc.

The race that cultivates demonic qi has a brutal and belligerent temperament, and is bloodthirsty. This is also the reason why the demons and the human race do not share the sky, and water and fire are incompatible.

If normal human beings are corrupted by demonic energy, they will be unconscious at best, or they will be crazy and irritable.

It is far easier to destroy than to build.

Therefore, the exercises of the demon race are more powerful than the functions of human beings.

The cultivator himself is respected for his own strength, but if he falls into the demonic path, he will never be reincarnated and will be hunted down and killed by the righteous path.

At this time, Yan Ruosong used the demonic qi to infuse the body, and he obtained the power of the demon clan.

So willing to degenerate, in vain.

On Yan Ruosong's hideous face, there were no pupils in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes remained, and he had turned into a living monster.

He was out of his mind, only bloodthirsty instincts, and his massive body contained explosive power.

"Roar, roar, roar. ”

His voice had become less human-sounding, with a low whimper in his throat. He grabbed a monk on the ground and bit it into his mouth. Chewing hard, blood ran down the corners of his mouth, as if it were the most delicious food in the world.

Behind him also sticks out a thick tail covered with sharp barbs.

"Smack. ”

His tail whipped on the ground, and the rocks in the cave were shattered into powder.

The two thick hind legs kicked on the ground, and the scarlet tongue in the mouth was still dripping with blood, and rushed straight towards Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan's eyes spurted with anger, and the colorful light on the Xinghang Sword in his hand lit up, and the stars on the spine of the sword were already half bright.

"Sting. ”

An incomparable sword light slashed at Yan Ruosong's figure.

"Click. ”

Yan Ruosong's two claws covered with scales sandwiched the Star Voyage Sword in the middle.

The sword was like a practice, and his entire body was smashed into the ground from the air, crushing the rocks on the ground and scattering them in all directions.

The disciples of Fanyin Temple got rid of his black mist and followed Wutong to sit in a circle near the place where the two of them were fighting.

One after another, the Buddha's horn echoed in the dungeon, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, intending to transform this fang.

Ruan Ruan's eyes did not contain any emotion, and he looked down at Yan Ruosong, who was suppressed on the ground by the Xinghang Sword.

The stars on the Xinghang Sword formed a magnificent star map, and the faint starlight continued to sharpen the demonic energy on his body.

Yan Ruosong persisted, half of his body was submerged in the ground, and his eyes without pupils began to be bloodshot.

"Roar, roar, roar. ”

His body writhed, but he still couldn't resist the power of the stars.

Two claws covered with scales, where they held the blade, began to crack.

The Star Voyage Sword is like a galaxy, full of the power of the stars, to split all these obstacles.

"Die!"

Ruan Ruan's figure is extremely tall, as if he is one with this heaven and earth.

With the majesty of heaven and earth, it exudes irresistible power.

Erupt!

Destroy!

Yan Ruosong's two scale claws could no longer control the sharp qi coming from the Star Voyage Sword.

"Bang. ”

The scales on the claws began to fall off, and they could no longer bear the weight of heaven and earth.

A cloud of blood exploded, and his left arm was broken, revealing Sensen's white bones.

Then came the right arm, which was elbow-up and a puddle of minced flesh.

Even if you transform into a monster, you will still feel pain.

At this time, it was as if he was facing not one person, but the will of the entire heaven and earth.

Yan Ruosong, who had lost his arms, spewed out black mist from his mouth, carrying jet-black toxins, like a poisonous snake spraying towards Ruan Ruan.

The Xinghang Sword in Ruan Ruan's hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the light of the stars emitted slashed the poisonous snake.

The sword light was bright, and a ball of light lit up on the tip of the sword, as beautiful as a full moon.

The bright moon slowly rose, illuminating the interior of the dungeon.

"It's over. ”

The bright moon on the tip of the sword began to fall, and Yan Ruosong's empty eyes reflected a ball of holy light, gradually enlarged.

Are you going to die?

The demonic energy on his body gradually subsided, and his body slowly returned to its original state.

Only half of his arms were left, and the meridians on his body burst inch by inch, and blood gushed out of his pores, turning him into a bloody man.

"Don't kill him yet. Master Wutong spoke next to him.

The bright moon hung on Yan Ruosong's head, and finally did not fall.

Ruan Ruan took a long breath, and the light on the Xinghang Sword dissipated.

"The Venerable Master Zizen's whereabouts are still unknown, and clues need to be found from him. Master Wutong looked at Ruan Ruan, the young man's heroic posture like a mountain was deeply engraved in his heart.

Yan Ruosong's face was like ashes, and his confidence was completely powdered from the moment the sword was chopped.

His face twitched, and he didn't know whether it was sadness or resentment.

"I'm defeated, but you don't know what you're up against. He laughed maniacally in a hoarse voice.

"One day, the army of the Demon Lord will kill you all, and this place will fall forever and become the territory of the Demon Lord. ”