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The impurities in the reagent were refined by the body, and the spiritual power inside was slowly absorbed.

If the spirit of an ordinary warrior is a thriving tree, then Su Heng, because of his strong bones and profound foundation. His spiritual power is more like a vast green rainforest. And the tube of source material he drank is the morning light of rain and dew sprinkled from the sky.

The whole forest is growing, expanding outward, and glowing with new vitality.

Su Heng can feel the growth of his spiritual power.

Compared with the last time he absorbed pure source material, although the growth rate has slowed down a lot, it will undoubtedly last longer in terms of time.

Spiritual power and the seed of destruction are the two cores of the demon state.

Now.

After the fusion of the Plague God Seal, the seed of destruction has ushered in a strengthening.

The growth of spiritual power is bound to lead to a further increase in the power of the demon state.

Moreover, Su Heng has a vague premonition.

When the sword forging technique is practiced to perfection, the demon state will complete another transformation. There should be enough rich foundation to open the Heavenly Demon State and Tyrant Warrior State at the same time. This state may be called "Demon Warrior".

...

While Su Heng was practicing in seclusion, some changes were also taking place in the outside world.

In the depths of Longyuan.

The earth suddenly cracked, and all the beasts were panicked.

In the lush primeval forest, countless birds flapped their wings and flew towards the distant sky.

Rumble!

A dull sound came, and thick smoke rose.

Then a dark column of light rose into the sky, accompanied by a dragon roar, as if it had crossed the long years and echoed in the forest.

It was like the real dragon's might suppressing everything. All the creatures who heard it, whether they were human practitioners or the deformed demons in Longyuan, felt the unpredictable might of the sky and trembled uncontrollably.

The strong men above the earthly immortals were slightly better, and they could still look calm and barely maintain the demeanor of the strong. Those below the Earthly Immortal Realm, whether they were Heavenly Ghosts or Demon Fetuses, fell to the ground and could not stand up for half a day. Some practitioners with bad character were frightened to the point of peeing and shitting on the spot.

On a mountain not far away.

King Qingyang was wearing armor and had a scimitar with a sheath on his waist.

He looked at everything in front of him with a normal expression. The so-called dragon power was just a breeze on the face for a Heavenly King like him, and could not cause any effect.

Next to him was the black-clothed girl named Qin Yi, with fair skin and a quiet appearance.

Her temperament was a little mysterious.

She was very young.

But her cultivation was quite good, and she felt the dragon power rolling across the sky.

There was no panic on his face, but a flash of amazement. "It is incredible that a creature like a real dragon still has such a magnificent power even if it has been dead for thousands of years. It is hard to imagine what a magnificent and glorious scene it must have been when it was alive."

"Heavenly King, Heavenly King?" Qin Yi couldn't help but wonder when she noticed the difference on King Qingyang's face.

"Yeah." King Qingyang nodded slightly and retracted his gaze.

"What were you looking at just now?" Qin Yi followed King Qingyang's gaze, and there was only rolling dust and smoke in her sight. The crimson chaos gushed out from the cracks in Changshengtian. Large pieces of soil rolled up, and ancient trees were uprooted. It was a mess, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Just now, at a certain moment, I seemed to feel the breath of an old friend." King Qingyang spoke slowly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Old friend." Qin Yi stuck out her tongue and said, "Your current situation is not that you are the enemy of the whole world, but it is not much different. How come you meet the so-called old friend in this place?"

"Really?" King Qingyang smiled indifferently, "I always thought I was very popular."

"You should be a little self-aware."

"Haha!" King Qingyang laughed heartily, "Whatever those people think."

He is very cool and doesn't care about other people's opinions. The dragon's might now is just an aftershock. It will take some time before the dragon tomb is completely opened.

King Qingyang didn't want to wait here any longer, so he simply turned around and left, went back to recuperate and wait for the real battle to come.

...

In another valley outside the rift.

A black-clothed masked figure was hiding in the shade of a tree.

His body and breath were almost completely integrated into the shadows. Even if a strong man passed by him, it would be difficult to find his trace.

Normally, even if there are assassins who are good at lurking and assassinating among humans, it is difficult to be so secretive.

Only the Devil.

With the help of innate magical powers, coupled with hard training after birth.

To achieve such an effect.

But even so.

He did not dare to be careless.

After King Qingyang turned around and left, the black-clothed masked man breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off the mask on his face and took a deep look at the sky-high light bursting out of the crack.

Feeling the ancient dragon power contained in the light, a lingering hatred flashed in the violet pupils of the Devil.

There were many powerful humans around.

He did not dare to stay for long.

He put the mask back on, dodged a few times, and quickly left while everyone was frightened by the dragon's power.

Then the speed suddenly increased, and the whole person's body turned into a ray of black light. Crossing mountains and rivers, passing through the entire forest. Finally, he came to a barren forest in the northwest of Longyuan and entered a valley.

It was heavily guarded inside, with temporary fortifications and fellow tribesmen patrolling nearby.

It took some time to verify his identity and make sure there were no tracking marks on him.

The masked demon flashed into a cave in front of him.

The environment inside was dim, with only a few torches placed on the wall bringing a little light.

And the structure was complex, up and down, like a three-dimensional maze, and many mechanisms and poisonous stings waiting to be activated could be seen in the narrow corridors.

It was very dangerous here.

But after entering it, the masked demon felt like returning home.

While taking a long breath, the muscles that had been tense on his body slowly relaxed.

Following the path in his memory, he avoided the mechanisms and quickly moved forward, and soon came to a wide cave deep in the cave.

There were stalactites hanging above the cave, and in the center was a large bonfire burning. The heat wave rolled in, hitting his face and dispelling the moisture in the mountains.

The great elder was still dressed in a hooded robe, and he also changed his walking stick to a new one, which was placed not far from him.

In front of him was a stone bed with simple musical notation.

A bloody young man was lying on his back on it, it was the hunter master Oris.

He was not breathing, and he was no longer bleeding. The wound was turned outward, showing a terrifying purple-red color, and he looked like he was dead.

The masked demon knew how powerful this young hunter master was.

He had a noble bloodline and rich combat experience. And he fought desperately, like a mad dog.

Not to mention those inferior people who were regarded as inferior lives by them, even among the demons, many people were terrified of this hunter master.

But now he was beaten into this state...

The masked demon suddenly felt that he had mixed feelings, gloating, and a little miserable.

"Badel." The great elder's tired voice came from a distance, "How did you complete the task I gave you?"

Badel's heart trembled.

Although Oris was arrogant and domineering, the elder worked hard for the cause of the tribe and deserved respect.

He half-knelt on the ground and described in detail what he had just seen and heard.

"Really?" The elder frowned deeply, his face gloomy, "It seems that the opening time of the dragon tomb is a little earlier than I expected."

Many preparations take time, which seems a bit troublesome now.

"Go." The elder waved his hand and said, "Go to Kandoze and collect a reward."

"Yes!" Balder turned into a shadow and left quietly.

The elder turned and came to the campfire. In the blazing fire, there was a pair of upward stone palms. In the shape of a lotus, stretched outward. In the palm of the hand was suspended a golden prismatic crystal, about the size of a thumb.

He took out a pair of metal tweezers from his long sleeves and carefully clamped them on the crystal.

Looked carefully and felt the powerful power contained in it.

In the ancient myths passed down by word of mouth by the demons.

The end of time has come, and the dragon of darkness and death has brought disaster, cutting off the last chance of life for the sons of God.

Drake rode the lion and the eagle, and millions of people also supported him.

He raised the light and flame, just like raising the sun, going upstream, and nailing the dark dragon to death on the night.

He is the dragon slayer, the savior, and the last king of light.

One of his talents is the soul circuit.

This talent can allow his heroic spirit to be reborn on the demon descendants in the future.

Oris has the same talent, and his bloodline is outstanding, which is the best sacrifice to carry this power. This is why at the last moment, the elder wanted to rescue Oris's seriously injured and dying body at all costs.

"It's such a pity..."

Looking at Oris, whose face was distorted and purple on the stone bed.

The elder couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

If he could continue to fight, Oris's soul and bloodline would be strengthened, and at the same time adapt to the remaining power of the heroic spirits on the battlefield. Then, Oris has every hope of fully exerting the power of the former King of Light, after all, they have the same talent.

But now, Oris's power has not yet reached its peak, and he has encountered an accident.

Now his injuries have not healed, but are gradually getting worse.

In addition, the Dragon Abyss is about to open.

There is no time to wait.

The elder is helpless, and there is no other way.

He can only take a risky move and force the plan to move forward, transplanting the soul crystal left by the King of Light to Oris.

He felt very sorry.

But thinking of the former King of Light, he could even kill a dragon.

Even if it is impossible to achieve a complete victory due to various coincidences, it should not be difficult to deal with the current situation.

If it really doesn't work, then we can only make some additional arrangements.

Thinking of this.

The elder muttered something in his mouth, and a pious and sacred expression appeared on his face.

He used tweezers to carefully place the golden crystal on the cracked forehead of Oris. In an instant, the crystal shone brightly and a magnificent force burst out. With a crisp sound, the crystal cracked. The energy in it turned into liquid and injected into Oris's dying body.

A strong vitality radiated in an instant, and Oris's injuries recovered quickly.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon a pair of golden eyes opened.

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