Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 983 Dark Demon Sword

The sloppy boy, or dark number 1465, licked his lips with a smirk, laughed a little sickly and wildly, and then opened his chest with both hands.

The bloody bones and internal organs inside were exposed, as well as a slender and elegant dark long sword.

Mo Lingxuan's pupils constricted suddenly, and his heart almost missed half a beat.

Dark Demon Sword!
The body of the Dark Demon Attendant, the Dark Demon Sword!
The slender and elegant Dark Demon Sword became even more enchanting after being stained with blood.

Dark No. 1465 looked at the dark magic sword in his hand fascinatedly, stroked the blade lightly with the palm of his hand, and whispered:

"Master Dark Demon Servant, you are trembling again. I have received your will to kill the Demon Lord and let you soak in the blood of the Demon Lord forever. Right, Lord Dark Demon Servant, you are this I mean, am I right?"

Mo Lingxuan understood everything in an instant, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared tremblingly at the Dark Demon Sword who had followed him to conquer the world.

"Let go of her!"

hiss!
Dark No. 1465 stopped what he was doing, because he felt that the Dark Demon Sword in his hand was struggling more fiercely, and quickly comforted him: "Master Dark Demon Attendant, don't worry, I will let you soak in the blood of the Demon Master right away!"

"I said, let her go!" At some point behind Mo Lingxuan, a dense surge of darkness seemed to be irreversible, and the evil, dark and tyrannical aura contained in it was shocking.

Mo Lingxuan understood everything.

The former Eight Demon Attendants are no longer there, their consciousness was destroyed by the immortals, and they were sealed in the bodies of these maggot-like immortals.

From generation to generation, year after year, they tried to torture and distort the last instinct of the Eight Demon Attendants, turning it into a fairy thing.

Dark No. 1465 seemed to have not heard Mo Lingxuan's warning, but poured his own blood into the Dark Demon Sword in a mad and pathetic manner.

After the dark magic sword was covered with blood lines like spider webs, the dark magic sword finally stopped struggling and stayed quietly in the hands of dark 1465.

It was as quiet as when Mo Lingxuan saw her for the first time.

It was a quiet and deep dark demon realm. Mo Lingxuan fell in love with her at the first sight, and said to her with a smile, "Would you like to be my sword?"

The Dark Demon Realm didn't answer, and was as quiet as a little girl who doesn't like to talk.

But from then on, there was an extra sword behind Mo Lingxuan.

She is the Dark Demon Sword!

For the first time, strong hatred flashed in Mo Lingxuan's eyes.

Fairy clan!Fairy clan!
You don't need to think about it, but besides the Dark Pavilion, there must be Light Pavilion, Time Pavilion, Golden Pavilion, Wooden Pavilion, Water Pavilion, Fire Pavilion, and Earth Pavilion!
In every pavilion, there must be a sword, a demon attendant, who must suppress himself!
"I said." The thick darkness behind Mo Lingxuan even affected the entire dark space, and all the darkness seemed to be given life at this moment, scrambling to gather towards him.

The many mysterious immortals and earth immortals who had faded from the darkness were stunned for a moment, and then after feeling the unparalleled powerful energy in the still-collapsing darkness above their heads, they scattered like birds and beasts, not daring to stay for a moment, including those earth immortals Patriarch.

Ordinary immortal ancestors are not even qualified to watch!
"I said!" Mo Lingxuan's pupils were completely dyed pure black, and the steaming devilish energy gushed out from countless corners of the fairy world, rushing towards Mo Lingxuan.

Countless melodramatic voices can be vaguely heard, singing the merits of the devil lord!
There are even demons hiding in the corners of the fairy world, lingering on their last legs, and worshiping in one direction at the same time, some of them don't even have basic wisdom, just because this is the instinct imprinted in their blood!

Ten thousand demons court, the demon lord returns!
The majesty on Mo Lingxuan's body became stronger and stronger, and he wanted to snatch back the Dark Demon Sword before the arrival of the fairy envoy!
Dark No. 1465 didn't seem to be able to feel anything, holding the Dark Demon Sword, posing in a strange posture, grinning at Mo Lingxuan and saying, "Master Demon Master, do you know how much Master Dark Demon Attendant misses you? Please stay and accompany Lord Dark Demon Attendant forever!"

"Dark Demon Slash!"

Like a crescent moon, a bunch of dark red lines broke through space and time, and arrived in front of Mo Lingxuan in an instant.

At some point behind Mo Lingxuan, a huge black-armored giant with an ancient face appeared, and the magic mist was steaming, very vicious!

"I say!!!"

Mo Lingxuan ignored the small, narrow and dangerous slash in front of him, and the black-armored giant behind him just waved his hand, and the space collapsed, crushing Dark No. 1465.

The slash only left a deep scar on the giant's hand, and there was no ability to continue.

Dark No. 1465's originally confident smirk gradually disappeared, and finally found that the dark devil's one-word slash was ineffective, and his face turned even whiter. is invincible, how is this possible?"

Mo Lingxuan looked down at Dark No. 1465 coldly as if looking at a dead person, and roared with all his strength:
"Let go of her!!!"

The giant hand unswervingly pressed down on Dark 1465, no matter how hard the opponent struggled, it was useless.

The sword energy of the Dark Demon Sword couldn't stop the giant hand at all.

Before the giant hand touched An 1465 , his body turned into powder, even the opponent's Earth Immortal Patriarch was useless.

The power of the earth did not have time to reach An 1465, and he was already dead.

With the death of Dark 1465, Dark Demon Sword also broke free.

After a telegram, he came to Mo Lingxuan, but he circled around a few times, but he still didn't dare to come forward to recognize his relatives, he was a little reserved and shy.

Mo Lingxuan dissipated the demon lord's power, smiled and held the Dark Demon Sword.

Familiar feel, familiar temperature.

Although the two have been separated for thousands of years, but at the moment they touch, they blend together without any barriers, just like the scene where the demon presided over the sword and fought against the heavens!

Tears ran down Mo Lingxuan's cheeks, and the Dark Demon Sword whined softly in his hand, like a long-lost child telling his parents the suffering he had suffered.

He stroked the blade lightly, without speaking.

But the Dark Demon Sword became quiet, just like the previous tacit understanding, the Dark Demon Sword knew about it, and the master was telling her that he would never abandon it again this time.

Xia Bufan didn't know when he was standing behind Mo Lingxuan, touching his chest, without saying a word. He knew what he should ask and what he shouldn't ask.

"Let's go." Mo Lingxuan's voice was hoarse, like a traveler in the desert.

Xia Bufan could hear Mo Lingxuan's exhaustion, so he led the way to another nearby inn.

Not long after they left, a group of golden armored soldiers came here, glanced at each other, and began to plant the formation flags on the ground one by one.

Soon the formation was set up, and the scene of Mo Lingxuan fighting the killer in the dark pavilion began to reappear.

But before they took a closer look, the picture seemed to be disturbed by some force and disappeared.

At the same time, a trace of blackness flashed in Mo Lingxuan's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Has it been triggered?"

(End of this chapter)