The Art of the Great Sword

The broken bone altar, Fang Qingyang saw that it was made entirely of dragon bones.

They were not real dragon bones, but the bones left by some creatures that were on the way to becoming dragons.

The Dragon Abyss was not lacking in dragon bones, but Fang Qingyang saw that the dragon bones used to build this altar were all fresh dragon bones.

"This Holy Dragon, as the head of the Dragon Palace, actually ignored the lives of the creatures under his command and dedicated these dragons to the demons?"

Fang Qingyang looked at the bone altar and felt absurd.

"But the dragons living in this Dragon Abyss are all affected by this evil aura, and their true rationality has been swallowed up. The evil dragons now, to some extent, are just puppets affected by the evil aura."

Fang Qingyang shook his head slightly, put the question aside, and then took action in the Dragon Abyss.

There is an evil aura in the Dragon Abyss, and any creature that stays in the Dragon Abyss for a long time will be affected by the evil aura.

Fang Qingyang was not included in this list, because the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand and his Dragon Transformation Art had the effect of purifying all demons.

But for those demons who had fled to Longyuan, Longyuan was simply their holy place for cultivation.

The polluted spiritual energy in Longyuan was a great tonic for them. Practicing in Longyuan was even comparable to their time in the Demon Land World.

Blackwater Swamp.

The Blackwater Swamp was located at the southern foot of Longyuan. Miasma lingered over the Blackwater Swamp all year round. Creatures that were not from the Blackwater Swamp would also be affected by the miasma if they entered the Blackwater Swamp.

This place was a dead end for the evil dragons living in Longyuan.

But at this time, there were demon cultivators at the peak of the reincarnation realm entrenched in the Blackwater Swamp.

The creatures that originally lived in the Blackwater Swamp were either destroyed or directly subdued after these demon cultivators came here.

The huge Black Water Swamp has become a holy place for the cultivation of the demon cultivators.

"I didn't expect that there is such a holy place for cultivation in this world."

"Such a poisonous miasma is enough to make my Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Heaven Art reach the perfect level!"

A demon cultivator who is good at manipulating poisons sat cross-legged in the center of the Black Water Swamp. The miasma poured into his seven orifices, enhancing his cultivation.

This person's title is the Poison Heart Demon Lord. His cultivation is at the peak of the Samsara Realm. This time, he believes that if he can perfect the Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Heaven Art, he will be qualified to impact the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

"This place is a dead end for creatures outside Longyuan. If I stay here to practice, the damn human bugs should not come here, right?"

While practicing with the miasma, the Poison Heart Demon Lord was thinking about how to deal with Fang Qingyang.

He has learned from other demon cultivators that Fang Qingyang is wandering around the world, tracking them, the demon cultivators.

He never took Fang Qingyang seriously, but he did not dare to underestimate the Dragon Emperor Sword in Fang Qingyang's hand.

That sword was a divine weapon that even killed the Lord of Heaven. He felt that if he fought with Fang Qingyang, he would definitely be killed by the sword.

But now, he was not too worried about Fang Qingyang finding him.

The Black Water Swamp was a forbidden area for Longyuan. How could Fang Qingyang find him if he stayed in such a dangerous place?

What's more, if this guy entered this place, he would still be affected by the evil spirit in Longyuan. Any cultivator with a normal mind would not go deep into Longyuan to hunt him down.

The poisonous miasma continued to flow into the body of the Poison Heart Demon Venerable, and his Ten Thousand Poison Devouring Heaven Art was getting closer and closer to perfection.

With his body as the center, the poison emerged, faintly forming a hideous ghost face that covered the sky and the sun.

There was a monstrous fierce power emanating from the ghost face, which frightened the creatures in the Black Water Swamp to tremble.

"Damn you, Poison Heart Demon Venerable, can't you practice with less noise?"

On the other side of the Black Water Swamp, the Unruly Demon Venerable was also practicing by breathing in the miasma.

Now that his practice has reached a critical moment, the noise caused by the Poison Heart Demon Venerable's Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Heaven Technique almost drove him into a state of madness.

The Poison Heart Demon Venerable heard this roar and ignored it.

"I'll let you run rampant for a while. When my Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Heaven Technique is perfected, I'll make you understand who is the biggest in this Black Water Swamp!"

The Poison Heart Demon Venerable was still practicing on his own, while the Unruly Demon Venerable on the other side could no longer practice quietly.

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Heaven Art practiced by the Poison Heart Demon Venerable is extraordinary. Once he reaches the perfect level, his poison may affect the existence of the Quasi-Emperor Realm."

"I am practicing with him in this black water swamp now, and I am afraid that I can't stop him at all."

"Instead of wasting time here, it is better to find another place."

The Unrighteous Demon Venerable knew what kind of art the Poison Heart Demon Venerable practiced, and he knew how much help this black water swamp filled with miasma could bring to the Poison Heart Demon Venerable.

He did not practice poison art, he was born with the ability to devour poison to improve himself.

But he was unwilling to retreat. Immediately, the Unrighteous Demon Venerable took action in this black water swamp, preparing to connect with other demons to target the Poison Heart Demon Venerable.

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"Cough cough..."

At the edge of the black water swamp, a demon cultivator at the peak of the reincarnation realm was fleeing at a high speed.

As he fled, he coughed up blood.

His eyes were filled with fear. He looked back from time to time, fearing that the enemy behind him would catch up.

"Damn it, I burned my blood and soul in exchange for a faster escape from here, but I didn't expect that I would encounter even greater trouble now."

"When I saw him before, he was only at the first level of samsara. It has only been a short time, and his cultivation has actually been raised to the third level of samsara."

"He has posed such a threat to me before he has used the strange weapon in his hand. If he uses that strange weapon, I am afraid I will not even have a chance to escape."

This demon cultivator who was escaping quickly had almost reached the point of exhaustion.

But he was still unwilling to sit and wait for death, so he continued to flee.

But in front of him was a space filled with poisonous miasma. If he entered that place, the poison could pose a devastating threat to him.

"He shouldn't have chased me, right?"

The demon monk stopped at the edge of the Black Water Swamp, ready to rest.

But just as he stopped, a cold voice said, "Run, why don't you keep running?"