I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 494 Blood Moon Demon Monarch

"This deity is currently in the Dongxuan Realm, and my avatar can only stay where it is!"

Outside of Nine Continents, in the territories governed by the Demon Sect, many demon cultivators have revered them as the incarnation of the Demon Lord. Looking down at the bleeding mountains and rivers, there are mournful wailing and desperate screams, as well as maddened screams. Roaring, one after another in the ears.

This is a Demon Cultivation Sect. The Blood Moon Sect is a small sect under the jurisdiction of the Blood River Sect. The strongest person in the sect, that is, the Sect Master of the Blood Moon Sect, is at the Dongxuan Realm. It can be respected as the level of a demon king by many demon cultivators.

This Blood Moon Demon Lord can be regarded as an old-fashioned Demon Lord, and he can be said to be famous and well-known around the territory governed by the Blood Moon Sect.

Originally, as a newly promoted demon king, Feng Bingwen would not be insane enough to control his avatar to attack a Dongxuan realm demon cultivator who was stationed in his own sect and had a geographical advantage.

However, he happened to behead a demon cultivator before, who came from the Blood Moon Sect, and was regarded as one of the few true cores of the Blood Moon Sect. a little secret.

The head of the Blood Moon Demon Sect is about to become demonic, and it is difficult to restrain it. He can only rely on the sect magic circle to suppress the demonic nature, and because the survival time is too long, his lifespan will be exhausted. Because of being enchanted, it cannot be cast.

For demon cultivators, becoming demonic is also an extremely terrifying thing. After all, the reason why they are degraded as demon cultivators is only because the fundamental Taoism and practice methods they practice are too cruel and cruel, so they are called demon cultivators.

And this kind of cruelty is for others, not for oneself. These demon cultivators who originally came from the human race but were expelled from Kyushu by many sages of the human race are because they unscrupulously use their own race as firewood to increase their cultivation.

The fundamental purpose of Moxiu's practice is no different from Xianxiu's. It is also to ask for longevity, but for longevity, in order to step into a higher realm, Moxiu can use all means to kill parents, blood sacrifice relatives, and slaughter fellow clansmen. .

As long as stronger strength can be obtained, all bottom lines can be trampled on.

This is Moxiu!
However, even though they are so cruel, they are still monks, just a group of monks who have no morals and can abandon all bottom lines in pursuit of longevity.

Therefore, being possessed by demons is an extremely terrifying thing for demon cultivators. Once possessed, they will lose their minds, and their cultivation base may skyrocket because of this.

But after being enchanted, no matter what he becomes, he has nothing to do with the monk. His mind is swallowed by the demon, and what survives in the end is nothing more than an empty shell, not even an empty shell.

Compared with immortal cultivators and warriors, the ratio of magic cultivators to demons is horribly high, because demon cultivators have too many quick methods, and the surge of power can easily distort the monk's self-will, and eventually lead to the surge of demonic backlash engulfing the mind .

Therefore, in the eyes of many demon cultivators, in just a few years, Feng Bingwen, who became the Demon Lord, also has a high risk of becoming a demon, of course, it is only a risk.

In the history of demon cultivation, there are many true demon seeds who have been promoted to a very high level in a very short period of time.

No matter how cruel the magic and secret methods are used to forcibly elevate their realm, they can also be consistent, and the ever-increasing power cannot shake their minds and wills, and even fits their minds very well.

This is a natural magic cultivator!
Feng Bingwen is naturally not a demon cultivator, but because he has the realm of his body as a base, even if he uses all means to improve his strength, his mind will not be corrupted by demonic thoughts, let alone possessed by demonic thoughts.

But going one step further, using the magic method to open up a blessed land and promote the earth immortal, the demonic thoughts can definitely use the incarnation to attack the deity. It is not clear what it will be like at that time.

But this kind of situation is impossible to happen, because the cultivation of the deity is an insurmountable shackle, no matter how much the avatar cultivates, it is impossible to surpass the deity, because the deity is one, the avatar has sentiment, and the deity will only be promoted together.

Even at the time of promotion, in turn, the accumulation of the avatar's hard work in the territory of the magic way for several years will be swallowed up, turned into the accumulation of promotion, and build a deeper foundation.

"Hey! Junior, you are too deceitful!"

In the mountains and rivers covered with withered blood and corpses, a roar of uncontrollable anger suddenly sounded, and then, a powerful magic power that distorted the mountain, changed the color of the world, and cracked the earth broke out from this hidden cave. .

Under the massacre of some ghosts and ghosts enslaved by Feng Bingwen, the faces of the blood moon sect disciples who survived by chance showed joy on their faces, but in the blink of an eye, because of their own insufficient strength, under the unscrupulous and unscrupulous release of demonic power Under the pressure, his body burst, and all the blood in his body was drawn out, turning into a mummified corpse and falling.

And the drawn blood turned into spirit snakes, poured into the burst cave, and then fell into the body of a twisted and ferocious monster that no longer had the slightest human appearance.

"I've seen Senior Blood Moon!"

Seeing this demon monk who finally showed his trace, Feng Bingwen's avatar showed a joyful smile on his face.

After finding out that there was something wrong with this demonic monk, he changed into various appearances, listened to the news, and finally confirmed that the news was probably true, so he made a hunting plan, that is, rushed directly to the mountain gate, Slaughter his disciples and force the demon king to show up.

Naturally, this is not because of how much the devil protects his shortcomings, and how much he values ​​his own orthodoxy.

But all demon monks basically don't regard those human races who cannot practice as their own race, but regard them as the accumulation of cultivation, like walking two-legged sheep, a kind of animal that looks similar to them.

This kind of concept is even more serious among the more powerful demonic powers. They don't even regard the monks with low strength as their own family. They often establish sects and pass down the orthodoxy just to collect cultivation resources. grain.

The Blood Moon Sect is quite a typical demonic sect. The entire sect, from top to bottom, from elders to disciples, no matter what their status is, in the eyes of the Blood Moon Demon Lord, they are just resources for his cultivation and healing.

Of course, when doing this kind of thing, they will cover it up and find some plausible reasons. After all, they have gone too far, and the sect has no new blood.

Therefore, when Feng Bingwen killed such a small sect, and frantically massacred his disciples and took away their souls, this demon king who was not in good condition was extremely angry.

This is like a hard-working farmer, who is not afraid of wind, frost, heat, hunger, cold, and fatigue. He diligently grows vegetables and food, and only harvests when necessary, but now A robber broke in and reaped the crops recklessly, even digging out the roots, how can this be tolerated?

"A new junior?! How courageous!"

It seemed to be irritated by Feng Bingwen's reckless attitude. He could only vaguely see the Demon Lord in a hazy blood-colored lake. The sky and the earth were dyed scarlet.

"Let me see, how capable you are, to dare to destroy this seat's orthodoxy!"

Between the words that seemed to contain boundless anger, the blood moon that rose into the sky suddenly fell. Wherever it passed, blood-colored ripples spread from the sky, and the void was distorted, cracking every little gap, and Feng Bingwen was about to be crushed. Grind with the mountain on which he stands.

"Ok!"

Facing the blood moon that was getting bigger and bigger on the top of his head, which seemed to crush him, Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky, and his bright red face reflected by the scarlet moonlight showed a bit of weirdness.

Then, wearing a dark robe, there were thousands of ghosts walking and shuttling in it. From time to time, a demon king with a face appeared and clenched his palms tightly, and fine bone scales appeared on his hands. In the blink of an eye, the demon king's hand It has nothing to do with people, and has become a veritable devil's claw.

boom!
The immeasurable light rose into the sky, from bottom to top, and pierced through the blood moon in an instant. It seemed that the blood-colored moon that could destroy mountains and rivers in a radius of [-] miles, split into pieces in an instant, and the blood-colored vision that dyed half of the sky also dissipated together. .

"It's a thief to grow old and not die. A demon who is approaching his limit, even if he is about to become a demon, can still be rational. Sure enough, he can't be underestimated!"

Feng Bingwen sighed and shook his head. Behind him, a pair of bone wings glowing with metallic luster suddenly pierced his clothes and grew out, and then scarlet flesh and blood membranes grew between the bones, and finally, there were feathers as hard as divine iron. The feathers cover the fascia of flesh and blood.

Whoa!
Like a black roc, Feng Bingwen rides the wind and rises straight up to the sky in the blink of an eye. His deep eyes quickly locked on a certain position, and with a ferocious smile, he swooped down.

The blood moon just now was nothing more than a superficial appearance. It looked like a bluff, but in fact it was just a trick used by the blood moon demon to divert attention, and his real body had long been hidden and fled.

As for anger, it's just a disguise. Although the Taoism that he worked so hard to build was slaughtered, which made him very angry, but this anger has not made him lose all reason and want to fight people desperately.

As long as he can survive this catastrophe and suppress the demonic thoughts, in less than a hundred years, he can rebuild a sect that will serve him wholeheartedly and let him get whatever he wants.

The reason why he showed up just now was because he couldn't hide anymore. Knowing that he was found, he simply showed up, made a feint, and then turned his head and ran away.

After all, he is not in good condition now, and even if he is a demon cultivator, after he reaches a high level, he will try to avoid fighting with monks of the same realm. Demon cultivators also require a long time, and they will beat people to death every now and then, so why do they want longevity?
Fighting fiercely is something that those little monks who have no qualifications and no future will do. They can only fight and kill, so that they can change their fate against the sky and gain such a chance to set foot on longevity.

Although most of them will turn into dry bones under the feet of other demon cultivators, under the huge base, every once in a while, there will always be one or two demonic powers who step on the way of longevity with unbelievable aptitude.

And such a devil came to the world, and his deeds will be sung in the territory of the devil, which will undoubtedly encourage more monks of the devil to fight.

So what if the qualifications are poor?It’s fine to snatch those talented people—he obviously has better talent than me, but he is still killed by me. Such a waste, it’s better to give me the opportunity.

It is precisely because of this cruel method of raising Gu that even though the territory of the Demon Dao is extremely small compared to the Nine Continents occupied by the orthodox human race, it still occupies a place in this world.

"Senior Blood Moon, I found you!"

The Demon Venerable with black wings fluttered across the sky. Wherever he passed, the black fog of resentful spirits would be enough to blow away the madness of any demon cultivation level below Yuan Dan Realm.

Because on the wings of this demon venerable, there is at least one demon cultivator's soul imprisoned on each feather, and there are at least tens of thousands of demon cultivator souls imprisoned on that pair of wings.

And when the Demon Venerable flaps his wings, part of the souls of these Demon Cultivators will be extracted and blessed on the pair of wings, so that Feng Bingwen's incarnation has power comparable to or even surpassed that of Pengniao.

Burning blood, burning soul, burning lifespan and so on, this is a relatively common method of fighting for life in magic cultivation, and it can often burst out the limit power of the current state.

The body of Feng Bingwen, who stepped on the bones of countless magicians to stand on the upper floor, is naturally good at these techniques.

But for the boss.They can already use this kind of life-threatening method as a conventional method, but it will consume a lot of money, but it doesn't matter, they can harvest and replenish it at any time. After all, they are using other people's soul and blood energy, not their own.

"Young people are awesome! Even this old man would be ashamed of you!"

The bloody waning moon rose again, and in the full moon, a young man in a blood robe appeared. He looked like he was in full bloom, but he couldn't hide the decay and madness.

"Where? I'm a latecomer, so I need to ask my seniors for advice. I've just created a purgatory, and I don't know how powerful it is. I'm about to ask my seniors for some advice. I wonder if my seniors are willing to take a look inside?"

There was a modest smile on Feng Bingwen's face, and then, one side was lifeless, but an extraordinarily noisy purgatory slowly unfolded behind him.

The Wailing Soul River, the Extinct Volcano, the Forest of Human Skin and Bones, the Nether Ghost City... Thousands of souls are struggling in the many visions of this purgatory, but they cannot escape, and can only wail full of pain.

"...Which faction are you cultivating the true devil seed?"

The Blood Moon Demon Lord looked at the purgatory that was turning the fictitious into reality, and his voice couldn't help trembling.

"Senior, you have delayed me for a long time, don't make mistakes!"

Feng Bingwen sighed, and he no longer had the idea of ​​entanglement with this old ghost. The picture scroll of purgatory that was slowly unfolding behind him suddenly expanded, and immediately included this demon king. The bloody waning moon slowly rises above the dark sky of this purgatory.

(End of this chapter)