The strongest demon emperor in history

Chapter 127
Dark Fang is a teenage boy, and usually has a dull look, which is easy to believe.

It's a pity that his appearance is not the same now, he is dressed in black in broad daylight, followed by a dozen killers with expressionless faces.Trying to speak as kindly as possible, Dark Fang tried to talk to the gray-clothed monk in the golden light, but soon he realized that his actions were in vain.

Apparently the gray-clothed monk was seriously injured, barely maintaining that piece of golden light, how could he have the energy to answer Dark Fang's words.

"who are you?"

A deep voice rang in Dark Fang's ears, but there was no one around.

An Fang withdrew his consciousness and frowned, but he couldn't find the owner of the voice.There are only dozens of fierce army spirits and a half-dead monk in front of him.

An Fang thought quickly in his mind, Li Yang's order was to destroy everything in front of him, and then bring something back.

"Hmph! Hide your head and show your tail, let's do it."

An Ya let out a cold snort, and even directly ordered his subordinates to do it.As soon as the words fell, there was an exclamation and angrily from somewhere, obviously it was the person who didn't show up.

An Ya sneered, the person who could hide his figure under his nose may not be a master, but the person sent by the green-robed man to control these army souls.

Army souls kill heavily, they were soldiers or generals during their lifetime, and after death their grievances linger and become army souls.With evil spirits soaring to the sky, without entering reincarnation, an ordinary military soul can rival a congenital warrior.

If it is a slightly higher-level military soul, or a military soul that has been specially refined by a monk, it is not difficult to kill a cultivator.Just like these military spirits.

Although the fighting power is amazing, even if a Buddhist cultivator who was equivalent to the early stage of leaving his body was seriously injured, they were unscathed.Maintained a full number of 72.

"Looking for death!" A voice came from nowhere, and his words just started.More than a dozen army souls immediately gave up attacking the gray-clothed monk, and each stopped Dark Fang's subordinates.

"bang bang bang"

"bang bang bang"

The successive voices let Anya know that his baleful puppets were no match for the military souls at all, and within a short time, the puppets were already blown away by the military souls.

Looking at it coldly, none of his subordinates got up.A puppet doesn't know pain, even if it is beaten into a cripple, it shouldn't be unable to get up!
While he was wondering, Anya suddenly let out a muffled snort, and covered his heart with one hand.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Dark Fang was already injured before he could make a move.Puzzled, just now Anya suddenly felt that he was being backlashed.

It was those evil spirit puppets, the basic formula for refining puppets in Mingshalu, which actually backfired the main body at this time.

Those natal evil spirits injected into the puppet Niwan Palace were forcibly expelled by another force, and it was because of the dark teeth that they were backlashed, and more than ten evil spirit puppets were lost.Dark Fang was seriously injured, because what was injured was the mind, not the body.

He straightened up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.Dark Fang glanced around, the gray-clothed monk was still struggling, the golden light was shaking more and more.It seems that it has reached the limit, as if it will collapse in the next second.

The army soul sitting on the horse stood in place, except for the aura of explosion, killing, and destruction all over his body, there were only those two eyes that were shining with red light.

"kill him!"

The person hiding in the dark suddenly uttered three words, and immediately a dozen army souls stepped towards An Ya.

"Sure enough, the military soul that has been deprived of consciousness, is this the way of military strategists to refine souls? Stupid, let me show you what real soul refining is."

The injured Anya suddenly chuckled, and glanced coldly at the approaching army soul.

"Soul Refining"

Words as cold as ice slowly popped out of An Fang's mouth, and when he raised his head again, his eyes had turned into two gray spaces.

A trace of evil spirit slowly overflowed, looking coldly at the military soul in front of him. "Huh?" There was an exclamation from the depths of the woods, and a gloomy young man sat on the ground.

A small gray-black flag was planted in front of his eyes, filled with a strong ghostly aura, and the young man was turned into a ghostly place by this flag within three feet.

The young man didn't care. When his eyes swept over Xiaoqi, his greedy and fanatical eyes couldn't be concealed.But as soon as Dark Fang's body began to emit evil spirits, his attention was attracted.

Raising his arm quickly and moving his fingers a few times, An Fang's aura immediately changed.

Like a devil, with windless and automatic long hair, gray eye holes.The evil spirit that has become substantial is wrapped around the dark teeth, like a dozen gray ropes.

Mingshalu is the supreme magic book, and there is no ordinary formula in it.It's just two words, and the soul is refined.Following the completion of several seal formulas, the evil spirit surrounding the dark teeth is like a blue dragon going out to sea.

More than a dozen thumb-sized "blue dragons" shot out in a meandering manner, connecting end to end, tightly entangled the 72 army souls.It also solved the danger of the gray-clothed monk. The soul is an invisible thing, and so is the soul of the army.

However, Anya's evil spirit is also invisible, and these dozen or so old ones were transformed by Anya's natal evil spirit, how can it be taken lightly.

The young man in the depths of the woods felt bad when he sneered at his dark teeth. His military spirit was restrained, and he immediately felt his heart tense.The small gray flag in front of him trembled even more violently: "Not good!" The young man paled in fright.

He is just an innate Dzogchen warrior, if it wasn't for his innate attribute of yin body, it would be impossible for him to control the ghost gate flag.Seeing that Anya actually had a magic formula to restrain the army spirit, he was so horrified that he almost couldn't control the flag, but his whereabouts had already been revealed.

"Hmph, it really is a little mouse."

An Fang's voice was extremely cold, and the loss of a dozen evil spirit puppets made him furious.

The deficient master had a clever plan, and when he came out, he taught the method of refining the soul, and his dark teeth were murderous when he spoke.

According to the Yin Jue taught by Li Yang, An Ya launched the Soul Refining Jue, which is not a spell in Mingshalu.It is a secret technique that Li Yang inherited in his memory. The soul is the foundation of human beings, and the method of refining the soul is harmful to the peace of heaven.

Righteous people avoid it for fear of being too late, but Dark Fang uses it openly.As soon as the formula was activated, An Fang trembled all over, and then a relaxed expression appeared on his face uncontrollably.

Streams of incomparably pure aura were sucked into the body by Dark Fang, but the 72 army souls began to howl, and the red light in their eyes gradually began to dim.

These auras are actually transformed from the ghost energy, evil spirit, and hostile energy between heaven and earth in the body of the army soul, and they are extremely yin and evil.This kind of spiritual power is not a good thing for other cultivators, even demon cultivators.

But for Anya, who has the body of the Sanyin Slaughtering God, it is an unexpected opportunity. The aura absorbed into the body directly turns into Anya's natal evil spirit. This feeling is really hard to describe.Just like those literati in the mortal world, taking five stone powder, they seem to become immortals.

After the young man in charge of the flag exposed his appearance, he didn't run away immediately, seeing that An Fang had no intention of rushing in.

After struggling for a while, he stayed where he was. Seeing that Dark Fang absorbed the ghostly aura of the army spirit, the small flag on the ground trembled even more violently.The ghostly aura permeating the flag became thinner, and the woods were no longer as scary as ghosts, and the sun slowly shone in.

The young man shivered as if he was very cold, and it was like shaking chaff. Looking at Xiaoqi, he remembered something terrible.

After struggling for a long time, I finally made up my mind.

Slowly stretching out his hand to hold the gray-black flag, he took out a small knife in fear and stabbed his middle finger. "Hey..." The round and bright red blood dripped out of his fingers, perhaps the young man gradually calmed down because the situation was imminent.

His face darkened, and he quickly pressed his finger on the small flag, and the blood bead was swallowed immediately.

The young man couldn't move his fingers any longer, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he yelled out in horror.I kept wanting to step back, trying to pull my fingers back.

"Ah!" It was obvious that he felt inhuman pain, and his face was completely distorted in pain.

Blushes appeared on his face and neck, veins exploded, and blood vessels were clearly visible.The finger with the little flag stuck to it has completely turned blood red: "Googoo" is not the sound from the young man's mouth.

It came from inside his body, the sound of blood flowing.At this moment, all the blood in his body rushed to one place, the finger with the little flag stuck to it.

"Ah, er, er. Patriarch, you... lied to me"

A series of strange syllables came out of his mouth, and after he finished speaking, his head tilted and fell down.Seeing that he was dead, at the last moment his fingers finally left the little flag.

Without the young man's fingers, Xiaoqi became different.

After sucking all the blood from a person's body, the surface of the small flag was red with blood, and the smell of blood could be faintly heard.The turbulent and thick ghost energy suddenly erupted, turning the woods into ghosts again and completely driving out the sunlight.

"咻" the gray and black flag shot out at the speed of an arrow, and the target went straight to the dark tooth.

"Hmph, get the ax out of class."

An Fang looked at the small flag that was shot with disdain, and thought about it.A group of natal evil spirits blocked Xiaoqi's way: "exploded" a byte exit.The ball of life immediately exploded, submerging the gray-black flag.That little flag was obviously not a simple magic weapon, and it was blown up by Anya's natal evil spirit, but nothing happened.

As soon as he arrived in front of Anya, countless wailing sounds sounded, and the forest in front of him really turned into a ghost.

Hundreds of ghosts suddenly appeared, and the sound of wailing rang in the ears, and evil spirits kept floating out of the small flag.The strong ghost aura went up another level, and with this help, those dying army souls regained their spirits.

Struggling violently, An Fang showed surprise, and then a thought flashed in his mind.

"Is this the magic weapon?"

An Ya remembered what Li Yang had told him about the world of comprehension, magic weapons were even more important than pills to a cultivator.The grade of a magic weapon is enough to determine the strength of a cultivator. It is not a so-called spiritual weapon in the mortal world. The real power of a magic weapon is unimaginable.

"A magic weapon? Hmph, even something that has no owner dares to be arrogant."

An Fang snorted coldly, and he decided to use all his strength.

Thinking that there is no time to waste, Li Yang asked him to go back as soon as possible.

With a retracted hand, An Fang withdrew the natal evil spirit that had been restraining the souls of the 72 soldiers.Relying on the innate restraint, Anya doesn't have to be afraid of these powerful military souls at all, almost every military soul is equivalent to a cultivator in the early stage of leaving his body.

That's why it was possible to seriously injure the wisdom of Buddhist eminent monks, and finally rely on a magic weapon to defend it hard.But Anya, as the body of the Sanyin Slaughter God, inherently restrains the army soul.Coupled with the soul refining method taught by Li Yang, it is simply the nemesis of creatures like military souls.

After letting go of the restraint, the 72 army souls roared at the same time, attacking the dark tooth without hesitation.Running ahead, the army soul appeared in front of Anya almost instantly, raised the long knife transformed from ghost aura high, and slashed down with fierce momentum.

As long as An Fang is at the Profound Realm, that is, at the Golden Core Stage, how could he be able to avoid the saber, but there was always a sneer on his face.

"Mingsha, refining the soul"

The cold voice spit out, before the Army Soul Saber arrived.

(End of this chapter)