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"I didn't expect all the true disciples of the Blood River Sect to know my name."

Shen Bei was a little surprised to see that he was recognized as soon as he showed up, but he quickly calmed down. After all, there were indeed enough demonic monks who committed suicide during this period.

"Being passionate, you don't deserve to be heard by a nobody like you, but one of the monks you killed a while ago happened to be my younger brother, so I've heard your name before!"

Seeing Shen Bei's face, the tall and resolute Mo Dao Zhen Chuan said expressionlessly.

"I killed your brother, that's really embarrassing, then you are here to avenge your brother?"

"It's just a waste, what qualifications do I have to avenge him? If you die, you die!"

Very good, very demonic, Shen Bei has nothing to say, in the order established by the demonic, Jiuzhou's morality and common sense are basically distorted, he has gotten used to it recently, and now there is no surprise.

"Well, it seems that I just had good luck today."

"I don't know what it means, I'm curious, who gave you the courage to stand in front of me?"

Shi Shanhai looked around cautiously, and he didn't pay attention to the rookie in the magic way who had become famous recently.

He just thought that maybe a certain true disciple of the Corpse King Hall was using some unsightly means to set up a trap to hunt him down. The relationship between their disciples of the Demonic Dao is like this, and disciples of the same clan are all playing tricks on each other. , let alone the disciples of other sects.

"Don't worry about it, there's no ambush, it's just that I heard that a true disciple of the Blood River Sect appeared, so I came here and wanted to borrow your head!"

"Noisy!"

Shi Shanhai snorted coldly, raised his palm, and slapped Shen Bei. A blood-colored ghost claw about the size of an acre was formed, like swat a fly, and pressed down on Shen Bei in the air.

"Tsk!"

Seeing this situation, Feng Bingwen didn't move. Not surprisingly, he was underestimated. After all, he is only an inner disciple of the Shiwang Palace now, although he also killed the core disciples of other sects. Not much, but he hasn't gone back yet and put his identity on it.

There is no need for this. He can obtain the resources needed for the practice of the devil through killing. As for the skills of the practice of the devil, it is not bad.

In the Mo Dao Sect, the most fundamental practice is almost semi-public, and the first half can be obtained without too much effort. What really restricts disciples is spells and supernatural powers, as well as the resources required for practice.

boom!
The blood-colored air wave rolled and spread, and at Shen Bei's feet, a tiankeng with a depth of several feet was formed, and at the bottom of the tiankeng was a blood-colored giant whose body was nearly three feet in size.

It was one of the eight blood corpses cultivated by Shen Bei, and no matter what, he couldn't smash the signboard of his own sect, right?

"You corpse slaves are good at refining, so I just accepted it with a smile."

Seeing that his attack was easily blocked, Shi Shanhai was not surprised. From the beginning to the end, he didn't pay attention to the kid on the opposite side. It was just a casual slap.

Shen Bei didn't respond, several shadows of blood flitted past him, and rushed straight to the imposing True Inheritance of the Blood River Sect, intending to tear his body to pieces, absorb his blood energy and soul, and turn it into a growing body. food. …

A short but fierce battle broke out, while Feng Bingwen stood aside, arms crossed, watching the true biography of the Blood River Sect with great interest, as if beating a child, slapping a child, directly He photographed his eight blood corpses into eight balls of minced meat.

"For the sake of your life and death, I can let you say your last words."

He easily dealt with the eight blood corpses that could easily massacre the city. Shi Shanhai's indifferent eyes fell on Feng Bingwen's head. Although he felt that the boy opposite him was mentally ill, there were many monks with mental problems in the territory of the Demon Dao. Not bad for this one either.

"It's a pity, I still want to see your blood river vision, but I didn't expect that you didn't even force this most basic means of fighting the enemy!"

Shen Bei shook his head regretfully, the pulse condition obtained by the disciples of the Blood River Sect is basically a blood river, similar with minor differences, nothing more than the size, and whether there are some special things in the blood river, and this It determines the grade of vision.

"You are too weak!"

Shi Shanhai shook his head in disdain, he no longer has the nature to talk to this little thing, it's a waste of time.

Swish!
The sound of something extremely sharp piercing through the air resounded, and Shi Shanhai, who was originally still standing still, suddenly changed his face with the air of a master, and his body immediately turned into a blood shadow, disappeared in place, and then moved towards his original place in shock. Looking from where he was standing, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

It is also preconceived notions at work. Most of the disciples of the Corpse King Hall's combat power is on the few corpse puppets in their hands. To abolish those corpse puppets, the monks alone are basically not enough to worry about.

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This is basically the case under normal circumstances, but this situation does not apply to all monks. There are always some monsters who can do things that ordinary people can't do.

"I admit, I underestimated you because I didn't expect you to have already transformed into a mortal state!"

Shi Shanhai looked coldly at the place where he was standing, the devil who barely kept his human shape, the one who attacked him just now and wanted to pierce his body was the tail behind this devil.

"I would like to thank all my colleagues for helping me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to break through to the current state so quickly!"

The shape changed drastically, and Shen Bei, who had changed into another appearance, grinned, revealing a mouthful of white fangs like sawtooths.

Going deep into the hinterland of the Devil's Dao, of course, can't be like Jiuzhou. Feng Bingwen's deity needs good deeds as a guarantee to accumulate, but as an incarnation, he can only do his best to kill in the hinterland of the Devil's Dao.

In order to pursue the efficiency of killing, you can't be twitchy. As long as the magic method is easy to use, you can pick it up and practice it. You don't need to have any scruples.

It's just that after letting go of many scruples, he unscrupulously practiced the magic way, and as he practiced, Feng Bingwen's incarnation broke away from his human form.

As it is now, on the body of the nearly ten feet tall demon, two half-moon horns pierced the forehead like two broadswords, scarlet red hair hanging down the waist, fine dragon scales spread all over the body, and the joints of the whole body There are sharp bone spurs all over the place, not to mention the thick and long tail behind him. …

This is the realm of transformation. You can choose to condense supernatural powers and talismans, or you can completely shed your human body and turn into a fairy body. Human monks in Jiuzhou will have scruples in this realm.

At most, I will add a pair of wings to myself or add a pair of sky eyes to my forehead. If it is too much, I will have three heads and six arms, but I will generally maintain a portrait and pursue the majesty of the treasure.

It cannot be said that there are no monks who have completely given up their human fetuses, but they are also rare. There are very few of them.

But in the territory of the magic way, this situation is completely reversed. The monks who can cultivate to the realm of metamorphosis choose to condense the supernatural power talismans and keep the human body are rare.

The vast majority of monks of the sorcerer's path choose inappropriate people. After all, the effect is immediate, and they can improve their fighting skills in the shortest possible time.

The incarnation of Feng Bingwen naturally chose to follow the trend, the most important thing is that he also wanted to experience what it was like not to be a human being, and the deity had no chance.

No matter how you say this deity is one of the façades of Taishang Dao, if he abandons his human body, it would be too embarrassing for Taishang Dao's status in the human race.

"You are very good!"

Shi Shanhai, who was too lazy to take a look at Shen Bei before, became interested now. As far as he knows, the rookie in the magic way in front of him is very young. The cultivation base of the mortal realm.

Even if it is the way of magic, this kind of practice speed is extremely astonishing. He couldn't help but have the idea of ​​taking the other party as a lackey, but he quickly killed this idea. It is better to practice.

Whoa!
Accompanied by the sound of the river turbulent, the strong smell of blood began to spread. At first, many magic monks who had noticed that something was wrong in this area also walked around, especially when the vision of the blood river appeared in the sky. in this way.

After all, that is one of the hallmarks of the Dao of Demonic Dao, but there are not a few monks who secretly ambush around with the idea of ​​picking up leaks.

boom!
Shen Bei didn't bother to say a word with the guy who was still maintaining a high profile, only to see bright red lights blooming in his eyes, and then two blood-colored long rainbows pierced the sky and shot straight into the blood river. Just after it manifested, the temporary blood core exploded, causing huge waves to explode into the sky.Among them, many residual limbs and severed hands can be vaguely seen, and many floating corpses can be vaguely seen.

"Hahaha, it's useless, with your meager cultivation, you still want to break my blood river, wishful thinking!"

Under the protection of the bloody river, Shi Shanhai was safe and sound.The corners of his mouth were raised high, and he looked a little proud. Without his previous poise, he was not interested in torturing vegetables, but he was very interested in torturing and killing the demons.

This not only gives him a sense of satisfaction, but also hunts down other sects' demon talents, and also allows him to get a lot of rewards from his own sect, just like picking up money, how can he not be happy?
"Ah!"

After trying it, Shen Bei, who only caused a few waves, didn't care. He stared at the surging river of blood, with a fiery look in his eyes.

He didn't continue to attack, and stood still, but behind him was a hazy haze, and then a gray and dead land emerged behind him! …

And through the mist, you can see many broken tombstones and scattered corpses on this dead land, and the outlines of the mountains at the end of the land are more like huge graves.

Vision, endless purgatory!
Three products!

Well, the name of the vision was chosen by Feng Bingwen himself, and the grade was also judged by him.

It has to be said that as far as the vision he is showing now, it is not worthy of the name, it is said to be purgatory, but it is more like a large-scale mass grave.

But it doesn't matter, this domineering name can be seen as the future development and goal of this avatar's vision.

The visions that Kyushu Taoist monks have practiced in a regular manner can achieve a level transition through self-persevering practice, or a miracle from heaven. Although few people can do this, there are indeed cases. .

But among the forces of the Demonic Dao Sect, such cases are not rare, but very common.

Plundering, this is something that can be seen everywhere in the forces of magic, whether it is land, population, skills, or even talents, they can all be plundered.

In the magic way, if one is detected to have a very high cultivation talent when one is weak, and one has no background or is not favored by a certain big person, one's end will often be extremely miserable.

Therefore, many talented geniuses are often strangled in their infancy before they emerge. Feng Bingwen has no power to change this situation, or he does not plan to change it for the time being.

The physique of his incarnation is indeed quite good, and his talent is also excellent, but no matter what, it is impossible to compare with the deity, especially as for the exercises he practiced.

In this case, the pulse condition he condensed when he opened the pulse, not to mention the immortal rank, did not catch the upper third rank, it was just a fifth rank, which is simply ridiculous.

Regarding this situation, Feng Bingwen didn't take it too seriously, because after he knew that things like talent and aptitude could be plundered from each other, when he opened his pulse, he just tossed about it casually.

If you can grab it, why do you have to practice hard by yourself, sit back and enjoy the achievements of other magic monks, isn't it good?Anyway, it can be regarded as eliminating demons and defending the way, accumulating good deeds.

Then it was like this now, under the frantic killing, Feng Bingwen logically raised his avatar's pulse level to the third rank forcibly, and now he has the current appearance.

If he wanted to continue to improve, he could only hunt those monks whose pulse condition was higher than his. As for the lower ones, he could only feed them to blood corpses, which was useless.

Roar!Roar!Ow!
One after another, endless roars sounded in the vision behind Shen Bei. The dilapidated tombs behind him were broken open one after another, dry palms protruded from them, and walking corpses appeared one after another, forming in the blink of an eye. A legion of yin creatures, under the cover of the death mist, rushed towards the blood river.

"The Wither's Subtotal!"

When Shi Shanhai saw that the kid on the opposite side whose cultivation base was lower than his actually developed a vision and fought against him, he immediately became even more disdainful. The endless river of blood rolled up a big wave and rushed directly towards the dead land of the dead.

Whoa!
The scarlet river water fell into the dry and dead soil, and it soaked into it instantly, absorbing it like nectar after a long drought.

"It's not right!"

Shi Shanhai's face darkened instantly, and then, put away the vision, turned around and left!