Purgatory

Chapter 474: Awakening from the dream, the devil appears.

Pang Jian's Dantian was shattered on the ground.

The sunken pool of flames turned into a sea of ​​fire, with bunches of red lightning intertwining and appearing.

The broken green ground beneath the Flame Pond is formed by slender crystal lines similar to mineral veins, but there is nothing mysterious in them, and there are no great secrets of laws engraved on them.

at this time.

The bloodline crystal chain belonging to the eighth-level flame dragon, in the form of red ghost electricity, was pulled from the dragon's heart by him running the "Original Demon Melting Technique", and magically integrated into the crystal line below.

At this moment, the secret technique of Long Yan's bloodline and his innate magical power seemed to be imprinted on Pang Jian's pool of flames.

"The true meaning of flames that Long Yan comprehended!"

Pang Jian's mind moved and he tried to concentrate on understanding.

His brows suddenly lit up with joy.

The bloodline secrets of the eighth-level Flame Dragon, such as various advanced flame spirit techniques, he realized in his dantian, and it seemed to be very easy to comprehend thoroughly.

This was many times smoother than his understanding of the arcane secrets of the "Heart of Winter" and his understanding of the thunder pattern in the thunder pool.

"The Ice Demon and Thunder Lord's true meaning of the Great Dao is far beyond my power and cognitive level, so it is difficult to comprehend it. With my cultivation in the Nirvana Realm, it is naturally simple and clear to comprehend the bloodline talent of the eighth-level Flame Dragon."

Pang Jian was secretly excited.

After calming down, he thought about the true meaning of the "Original Demon Melting Technique" and felt as if he had turned into a molten pool that could burn and melt all things.

The mystery in Yan Longlong's heart, every drop of dragon essence and blood, is being dissolved by him.

"Yuan Mo, why can I use this magic secret technique so smoothly?"

Pang Jian asked in surprise.

"Your Chaos Sea is different from ordinary people. The flame pool formed in your Dantian can adapt to the Origin Demon Melting Technique."

"I am complete now. You don't need to hold the sword hilt tightly all the time. You and I can communicate normally in the future."

"Also, I have the ability to be autonomous."

The Origin Demon Sword flew out from his palm.

This black-gold long sword, for the first time, flew away and roared on its own without anyone moving it.

This sword is like a special demonic body of the source demon.

"laugh!"

The tip of the sword pierced one of Long Yan's dragon horns, and all the mystery inside the dragon horn was instantly melted away by the Origin Demon Sword.

The drawn source demon sword stabbed the next dragon horn, and the dragon horn was melted in a short time.

Then there are the dragon claws, which are pieces of dragon scales like red crystal jade, and then there are the blood and flesh of Long Yan.

Except for the dragon heart, the rest of the eighth-level flame dragon was sucked clean by the Origin Demon Sword, and not even a single keel bone was left.

Outside the city, the Kirin Bell floats in the sky.

Li Jie stood above the clock, looking blankly at the black gold sword, swallowing up a hundred-foot-long flame dragon like a snake swallowing an elephant.

Only in the heart of the dragon, Pang Jian was covered in flames, still absorbing the secrets of the heart of the dragon.

"Wu Yuan, I heard that this sword was refined by the Demon Sword Sect Mo Nan. Can you tell me what this is?"

Li Jie turned his head, looked at Wu Yuan who was also flying into the air, and shouted softly: "Have you ever felt that there is a real demon god hidden in that black gold sword?"

Wu Yuan was silent.

After hesitating for a moment, he called out the purple magic eye and held it tightly with both hands.

In the purple demon's eyes, there was an image of a god belonging to the Great Demon God Hemotian, with four heads, four faces, and four arms, riding a peacock and facing the Source Demon Sword.

He Motian held tokens, rosary beads, kettles and lotus flowers in his hands, and put on a full defense posture.

This Hemotian has been being sensed by the real body of Tianwai recently. Wu Yuan was suffering terribly in order to suppress the image of this god.

But now, this Hermots has become surprisingly calm and does not exert any infectious force on him.

A small world in the sword.

The flesh, flesh and bones of the eighth-level flame dragon were integrated into the secret realm where the flames were raging and the juice of boiling flames was everywhere.

The illusory secret realm gradually showed signs of becoming reality because of Yanlong's flesh and blood, organs, and his dragon bones and veins.

The source demon, whose image was still vague, was above the secret world, staring at the purple demon eye in Wu Yuan's hand from a distance, looking at the image of the great demon He Motian inside.

"It's just an image of a god."

Yuan Mo, who was originally salivating over this, now looked dismissive and said calmly: "What I want is He Motian's true body, the demon soul, not the remaining power that doesn't even have one percent of his power."

"call out!"

The black-gold magic sword flew out from the shattered city and went straight to the location of the magic stone.

Wu Yuan, who was holding the Purple Demon Eye and was startled into a cold sweat by the demon sword, suddenly flew to where Pang Jian was staying and shouted: "Pang Jian, your sword is out of control."

Pang Jian didn't even open his eyes and said, "He didn't lose control."

That huge dragon heart has been shrinking in the flames. It is the most essential core part of the eighth-level flame dragon. It is still being absorbed by the "Original Demon Melting Technique" and is still gradually disappearing.

The connection between him and the source demon has always existed.

He saw everything that the source demon did, and the changes in the secret realm of flames in the sword.

At this moment, Yuan Mo's will and thoughts were still transmitted from the sword, and he was still telling Pang Jian about his tragic experience. "In the beginning, I was a prince of the Demon Kingdom of the Youmo Clan. We believe in the Demon Gods of the Heavens, and we can also be promoted to Demon Gods."

"I used to be the same as Xuan Ying of the Demon Scale Clan. I was also the most outstanding genius in the clan. I fought for those demon gods everywhere and conquered the stars for them."

"They once appreciated me extremely, gave me powerful magic weapons, and allowed me to be promoted to Demon God."

"I am one of the demon gods."

"But there are many demon gods, but there are only five great demon gods. I obviously have further power and strength, and they have clearly promised me and allowed me to attack the great demon god's seat."

"However, just when I attacked the Great Demon God, in the galaxies that I destroyed and conquered, the gods believed by many intelligent groups suddenly appeared."

"My path to promotion to the Great Demon God was cut off, and I had to split my demon soul to escape. I don't know where I escaped."

"This demon soul of mine once again condensed its will, and it was fully revealed just now."

"Even the me during the Mo Yan period was incomplete, incomplete and chaotic."

"I don't know why my demon soul followed that magic stone to purgatory inexplicably! But there must be an answer in the magic stone, and I want to find that answer!"

"..."

The will of the source demon is constantly speaking.

After he split the demon soul, he still couldn't remember the entire process until now when it suddenly completely condensed.

But he already remembers his identity, and also remembers that he once fought like a dazzling shadow in all the galaxies for those demon gods.

He was once one of them.

……

In the hinterland of the mainland, the headquarters of the Demon Sect.

In the cave where Xiang Shengwei was meditating, he slowly woke up from a long and bizarre dream, and looked at the murals carved on the rock wall in a daze.

Those murals are extremely old, and most of them have nothing to do with the civilization of Purgatory. They are the great achievements of the demons from outside the world in conquering the various races in the galaxy.

There are also scenes of some majestic demons who were successfully promoted to demon gods and worshiped by thousands of demons.

These murals felt familiar to Xiang Shengwei, and he felt as if he had personally participated in the scenes on the murals.

"Brother Shengwei, I have advised you a long time ago that it is best not to practice the Magic Stone Art. You are not a recognized person. If you forcefully practice the Magic Stone Art, the risk of becoming a demon is too high."

The elder Cheng Hao, who had recently reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, has always been Xiang Shengwei's confidant. The two of them grew up wearing the same pair of pants.

When there are no outsiders, he calls Xiang Shengwei his brother, and in his heart he regards Xiang Shengwei as a close relative like a brother.

Xiang Shengwei smiled indifferently, his purple eyes suddenly showed something evil, and said: "I am the sect leader, how can I not be able to practice?"

"According to the rules, it is the magic stone that selects people, not us. We have been following this rule since ancient times and cannot break or change it." Cheng Hao said seriously.

Recently, Xiang Shengwei has often been in a trance, as if he was wandering around.

He was worried that his "Brother Sheng Wei" would be too anxious because of the catastrophe suffered by the human race, and that he would be crushed by the pressure from the fifth realm.

He was also worried that other elders in the sect would notice that his "Brother Shengwei" was secretly practicing magic stone techniques.

"It's okay."

Xiang Shengwei licked his lips and smiled gracefully.

He reached a mural with his hands behind his hands and looked at the special image of the Great Demon God He Motian, sitting quietly on a huge stone platform and being worshiped by many demons from the Demon Realm.

There were many tiny points of light flying out of the bodies of those believers like rain and pouring into Hemotian's body.

Xiang Shengwei suddenly said: "I gave the purple magic eye to that boy Wu Yuan. And this powerful magic weapon is originally a fragment of the magic stone. There is always a connection between the purple magic eye and the magic stone."

A scene flashed through his mind.

This scene shows the Demon Scale Clan's dazzling shadow killing many Demon Heart Sect disciples and leaping into the Demon Abyss.

He was stunned for a moment, squinting in thought.

From the depths of his dark purple demonic pupils, a huge purple demonic stone emerged, standing quietly in the center of the demonic abyss.

He saw a black-gold sword heading straight for the huge purple magic stone. He also saw Wu Yuan holding the purple magic eye, and Xuan Ying holding a magic sword tightly.

"Yellow beams must wake up from a dream, rootless and infinite, and return to dust."

His purple eyes quietly changed, turning into a blue-black color like the sky of the Demonic Abyss.

Turning around, he looked at the elder Cheng Hao and said with a smile: "Cheng Hao, if I were an extraterrestrial demon, would you still be willing to follow me?"

Cheng Hao smiled stiffly: "Brother Shengwei, you are joking."

"I'm not joking." Xiang Shengwei said with a smile.

Cheng Hao was startled for a moment, turned around and fled out of the cave, but he hit the stone door that suddenly closed.

His figure was like a fly in amber, frozen in the stone door forever.

"Shadow."

Xiang Shengwei spoke.

His voice went from the headquarters of the Demon Sect, from this dark pit, to the demon knife that could communicate with the demon god from outside the world: "Go to that demon stone quickly."

……

(End of this chapter)