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Murong Zhen backed away again and again, and said in horror, "You, who are you?"

Ling Xuan didn't speak, but looked at the center of the formation.

He could tell at a glance that the formation in the prison was the eye of the Nine Nether Resentment Demon Formation, with only sixty-four formation flags.

A large number of array flags were buried around Boyang City.

What he cares about is not these, but the dark magic energy in the center of the formation.

He was surprised to find that after a ray of dark devilish energy appeared, his body actually reacted.

It seemed that a beast that had been sleeping for many years without knowing the taste of meat suddenly smelled a strong smell of flesh and blood!

After he sensed it slightly, he found that the reaction did not come from his own body, but from the storage ring!

Ling Xuan poked into the storage ring and was slightly surprised.

"It's actually you."

In the corner of the storage ring, a piece of lightning strike wood is shining brightly, and the divine thunder is stirring!

When he created the Heavenly Grade Primordial Spirit, he used a ray of lightning from the lightning strike wood.

Later, he put it in the corner of the storage ring.

Now, it has a rare reaction!

"Shen Lei was born to suppress the demons."

"Although there is only a ray of divine thunder on this piece of lightning strike wood, it still reacted instinctively after encountering the magic energy!"

Ling Xuan showed joy.

"You... who the hell are you!" Murong Zhen kept backing away.

At first glance it looks very scary, very frightening.

But there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

After he took a few steps back, he suddenly laughed strangely, and absorbed that wisp of devilish energy into his body.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Another wisp of magic energy!"

"Enough, enough! I have reached the limit of the king, and I can hit the realm of the king immediately!"

The skin of Murong Zhen's whole body suddenly began to turn purple-black, completely human.

The skin at the joints began to squirm, and after a while, purple-black fine scales slowly appeared, covering the joints.

Large and small sarcomas also appeared successively, among which there seemed to be little bugs crawling, beating non-stop, and emitting scalding heat.

Murong Zhen's body also swelled wildly at this moment.

It only took a few breaths to surpass the original limit.

Flesh torn!

A stronger and more terrifying body appeared before Ling Xuan's eyes.

He was two feet tall, like a purple-black giant.

But there are scales and sarcoma all over the body at the same time.

Incomparably weird.

"Power... endless power!"

"This is the Emperor of the Demon Race!"

Murong Zhen laughed wildly.

He took a deep breath, as if he had reached the peak of power, the limit of the world.

After laughing, he lowered his head and looked at Ling Xuan.

There was no trace of panic or fear in his eyes.

Some are just scornful.

As if looking at a tiny, insignificant ant.

"I'll crush you to death now, just like crushing an ant."

"Your stupidest move is that you didn't kill me in the first place."

Murong Zhen pointed at Ling Xuan, laughing hoarsely but full of pleasure.

Ling Xuan smiled faintly, "I'm not going to kill you, I'm just waiting for something more important."

"As for you, it's just a small episode before the goal is achieved."

Murong Zhen's eyes were cold, obviously annoyed by Ling Xuan's extremely calm expression.

He was so powerful that he even became the emperor of the demon clan.

Squeezing a Soul Formation cultivator to death is like crushing a bug.

The other party was not afraid.

That being the case, then let this ignorant human monk feel the horror of the demon emperor!

"go to hell!"

Murong Zhen stretched out his big hand.

The demonic energy gushes out crazily.

It seemed that countless unjust souls and evil spirits were entangled towards Ling Xuan.

Zhang Peng's body on the ground was stained with demon energy, and his blood energy was plundered in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, it became a ferocious mummy!

"Spiritual power and blood energy are all inferior powers!"

"Demon energy is the most powerful force in the world!"

Murong Zhen laughed wildly, as if he had seen Ling Xuan's death.

Ling Xuan became interested.

Although he has never been in contact with the magic energy, he has already noticed the power of the magic energy from the current scene.

However, as Murong Zhen said, spiritual power and blood energy are not inferior to devil energy?

Ling Xuan plans to give it a try.

He pulled out the Liangyi sword, and suddenly cut out the gray Liangyi sword energy.

The sword energy swept away mightily.

This kind of attack is enough to instantly kill an entry-level cultivator in the Soul Formation realm.

However, when it landed on the surface of those turbulent demonic energy, it seemed to pour oil into the raging fire!

In an instant, the devilish energy became stronger and more ferocious!

Ling Xuan raised his eyebrows, and turned to arouse the blood energy, condensing the blood energy into a sword, and slashed fiercely.

Just like before, the blood weapon was quickly swallowed up by the devilish energy and dissipated into nothingness.

"Hahaha, futile struggle!"

"I've said it a long time ago, in front of devil energy, spiritual power and blood energy are rubbish, inferior power!"

"However, you can practice spiritual power and blood energy at the same time, and you can also reach the Soul Formation state. It seems that you should be a peerless genius in other states."

"It's your honor to die at the hands of a demon emperor!"

Murong Zhen laughed very happily.

Ling Xuan was thoughtful.

He had just tried it.

Spiritual power and martial arts bombarded the surface of the devil energy attack, and half of the power would be swallowed up.

Blood energy martial arts are restrained stronger, and nearly 70% of their power will be swallowed up.

But this does not mean that the magic energy cannot be broken.

As long as the spiritual power and blood energy are sufficient, they can still directly blast the opponent with the remaining power.

"Strange genius, it's time to hit the road!"

Murong Zhen smiled strangely and rushed forward.

The ghosts and evil spirits formed by the demonic qi wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves, rushing straight towards Ling Xuan's mind.

It seemed to tear his mind into countless pieces.

"God Thunder!"

Ling Xuan flipped his palm, and a pitch-black tree about the length of his forearm suddenly appeared in his palm.

There are golden thunderbolts jumping impatiently on it.

Crackling!

Every time the golden thunderbolt beats, the surrounding space will vibrate.

It seems that the space here already accommodates this kind of thunder of punishment from heaven.

The moment Shenlei appeared, Murong Zhen's eyes widened.

He didn't know what it was.

But he clearly felt tremendous pressure from the small golden lightning that was thinner than a hair.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart warning.

Don't come near, don't come near.

You are no match for it.

It is our natural enemy.

"It's you who should be on the road."

Ling Xuan's face remained unchanged, he held the lightning strike tree high, quickened his pace, and instead rushed towards Murong Zhen.

boom!

Wherever it passed, the magic energy was instantly annihilated by the divine thunder.

With a flash of effort, Ling Xuan appeared in front of Murong Zhen.

The golden thunder and lightning went straight to Murong Zhen's heart.

Murong Zhen's expression seemed to freeze.

The next moment, his body was like a ripe watermelon.

It exploded with a bang!

Countless pieces of purple-black meat exploded in the prison, flying everywhere.

Purple-black blood splashed everywhere, corroding the ground to pieces.

poof.

Murong Zhen's head rolled off his body, and Ling Xuan grasped it with one hand.

"Why...don't kill me..."

Murong Zhen struggled to speak, he couldn't understand the other party's thoughts.

The opponent actually unscrewed his head with one hand, avoiding his fate of being annihilated on the spot by Shenlei.

"Don't you want to wake up the devil? I'll give you a chance to wake him up."

Ling Xuan casually threw Murong Zhen's head in the eye of the formation, and spoke lightly.