C210 Unsheathing of Magic Sword

Han Bing hugged Shui Lanruo with both hands, and elegantly turned around to rise into the air. The wings behind his back appeared again, and although there was a barrier that prevented him from escaping, as long as he didn't meet it, he would be relatively safer in the air.

"You, you big liar, didn't you say you couldn't stand up? What's going on now? " Shui Lanruo was both embarrassed and angry because she was being held tightly by Han Bing and taken advantage of by her continuously. It was because Han Bing lied and said he couldn't stand up, which scared her a bit.

"Hehe, I almost forgot that there's still that big guy behind us." Han Bing also smiled shamelessly. This smile looked especially similar to Sun Youwei's.

"Brat, don't think that you can act so arrogantly just because you can fly. Forbidden Sky Domain!" As the great Flood Dragon spoke, it displayed one of its innate abilities. Han Bing, who was flying in the air, instantly felt a tremendous force in the sky as if two big hands were pressing him down from the air to the ground.

"This is bad. There's no way to fly now. This space is sealed off again, and I'm not a match for this Great Demonic Flood Dragon. It looks like I'll have to die here." Han Bing felt a trace of despair in his heart. However, as if he had thought of something, a resolute expression appeared in his eyes.

"It's all my fault. I've harmed you. This time, they wanted to deal with me. I never would have thought that they would implicate you. I am truly sorry." Shui Lanruo's tone was apologetic, like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay, I'm the kind of person who sees injustice and draws swords to help. Besides, who told you that we will definitely die this time?" "Watch how I toy with this little snake to death." Han Bing's tone was full of confidence. This confidence made Shui Lanruo feel reassured, and his heart felt a lot more at ease.

"Brat, have you gone mad from fright? You dare to speak such arrogant words? Will I let you die a comfortable death later?" The big dragon was called 'Little Snake' by Han Bing. It was definitely very angry in its heart. However, it concealed its anger and did not show it.

"You'll know whether or not you're speaking crazy words. Try it." As Han Bing said this, he tightly held onto Shui Lanruo with his left arm, not letting her fall to the ground.

"Since you are courting death, I shall grant you your wish, Annihilation Waves!" The pair of horns on the great flood dragon's head emitted a fluorescent light. Although it was not very dazzling, it was still quite eye-catching in this dark world. Then, the two horns' lights converged in the middle and collided with a point in the middle. The point of collision instantly became a ring of light, from which an extremely pitch-black light wave explosively shot out.

This wave of light was incomparably dark, and even the light that was hit by it would be annihilated. This showed just how powerful it was.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry. I'm going back on my word." Han Bing murmured, and a jet black aura appeared on his right palm, fluctuating, and a power from the ancient era was being awakened.

In the next instant, a gorgeous pitch-black sword appeared in Han Bing's hand. The sword was about four feet long and three fingers wide. The blade of the sword was completely black and had complex patterns engraved on it. The pattern was like the shape of a dragon. The sword hilt was richly carved, and its surface was covered with dense dragon-like scales. At the end of the hilt, there was a dragon's head inlaid on it. It looked like it could swallow the heavens and swallow the earth.

"The Heavenly Devouring Demon Sword, it shall dominate all of this!" Han Bing raised the demon sword in his hand high up and slashed out of thin air. A pitch-black sword aura slashed forward, and a seemingly ordinary sword aura actually cut through the annihilating light wave from the middle. Moreover, its remaining might did not diminish, directly cutting off a pair of horns on the great Flood Dragon's head with a destructive aura.

"What kind of sword is this, to actually be so strange!" The great Flood Dragon asked in disbelief as it felt its own miserable state.

"A sword that can rule the world!" Han Bing's tone gradually became icy cold, and her entire person's temperament became icy cold. Her eyes turned pitch black. The long hair that had been tied up was now flapping in the wind due to the devilish qi. It looked like a peerless great devil.

At the same time, the demonic clouds in the sky gathered together and a terrifying pressure enveloped the area. Even if Han Bing didn't attack, this pressure alone would be enough to suffocate the enemy.

"You are a demon? No, you must have been reincarnated by the Great Demon God. By the Great Demon God, the Little Dragon was blind and had attacked the Great Demon God, so I beg the Great Demon God to spare my life. In return, the Little Flood Dragon is willing to listen to the Great Demon God's orders and serve the Great Demon God as his saddle. " The large dragon sensed the domineering aura from Han Bing's body and immediately prostrated on the ground as it respectfully said this.

"Are you a demon?" You are a demon? No way, you're so kind, you can't be a demon, you can't be! " Shui Lanruo who was in Han Bing's arms struggled to look at Han Bing. She didn't want to believe that Han Bing was a demon, even though what she saw was that Han Bing was a demon.

Han Bing could feel that at the same time that the demon sword bestowed him with the strength of a ruler, it was also continuously corroding his will and bloodline. Han Bing felt that part of his bloodline had already been demonized, possessing the attributes of a demon.

He waved the demon sword in his hand and a pitch-black astral sword slashed out, directly slicing the flood dragon in two. Then, the demonic energy corroded the flood dragon's flesh and blood, quickly leaving behind only its skeleton.

Then, he lowered his head and said to Shui Lanruo, "You're right, I'm not a demon. There are three Origin Returning Pills here. After consuming them, you need to heal your wounds quickly and then protect me. Do you understand?" Han Bing patted Shui Lanruo's shoulder, causing Shui Lanruo to nod her head timidly.

Han Bing then took out three spiritual pills and gave it to Shui Lanruo, telling her to recover on her own. He raised his sword and slashed at the sky, causing the protective barrier to explode.

Han Bing let go of the demon sword in his hand and immediately sat cross-legged, beginning to expel the demonic attribute from his body.

However, at the same time, what Han Bing did not see was that in the Demonic Ghost World, a man with a head full of oily powder and a face full of dark ruthlessness suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At this moment, Han Bing's consciousness seemed to have entered a special space. The space was filled with pitch-black flowers, trees, streams, and mountains. Even the sun was pitch-black.

Wasn't this the space where the Devouring Demonic Dragon originated? Why did he come in again?

"Young man, we finally meet again. This time, are you thinking of becoming my inheritor?" Mo Long's figure appeared, his voice was filled with magnetism as he asked.

"Like I said, I'm not interested in demons, nor in your inheritors." Han Bing's tone was not polite at all.

"Why? Isn't this strength what you desire? Don't you want to be the ruler of the world? Furthermore, you have already used the devil sword, which means that you are already my successor. " Mo Long earnestly advised.

"You are correct. Powerful strength is what I desire, but I do not use opportunistic methods to obtain it. I rely on my own true strength. Who else said that using the devil sword would mean that I was your successor? I only used it because I had to, but now I want to seal it again. " Han Bing said.

"Alright, it seems that I'm too impatient. It seems that we met earlier this time. I hope that you've already agreed to become my successor the next time we meet." He originally thought that the Demon Dragon would fly into a rage or take the Demon Sword away, but Han Bing was wrong. The Demon Dragon didn't do that, instead, it was like a patient elder guiding Han Bing step by step to become its successor.

"I can help you delete the memory of the little girl in your Spirit World, and it won't be able to check the memory of you using the Demon Sword either. I hope it will be helpful to you. However, the way the devil sword suppresses it will still depend on you. " Mo Long's voice became softer and softer until it eventually disappeared.

Han Bing's consciousness became blurry as he retreated from that strange space. Once again, he returned to reality. Feeling that the demon sword was still continuously eroding his consciousness and bloodline, he couldn't help but mobilize all of his spiritual energy to stop it.

"Han Bing, you can't do this." A voice rang out. Wasn't that the voice of the Godfiend clone? Did he have a way?

"Then what should I do?" Regardless of whether the Godfiend Demon Shadow's words were trustworthy or not, he would just have to try everything he could and trust him for now.

"What's so bad about being a devil? Easy, happy, and unrestrained. How great!" The Godfiend clone said.

"If this is your way, then I might as well not say that I don't want to become a demon, because it will disappoint those who care about me." Han Bing said.

"Ahh, alright then. Let me help you. Who asked me to be so kind?" As the avatar spoke, it turned into a black ray of light and drilled out from between Han Bing's eyebrows, merging with his body. Instantly, Han Bing felt a sense of relief. More than half of his demonification had stopped, and he even showed signs of gradually recovering.

Before Han Bing could be happy about it, the Godfiend Shadow said, "Han Bing, you've been demonizing for a long time. With my current cultivation, I can only temporarily delay the demonification, and am unable to completely remove it. "

"You teased me for a long time just now, now you're telling me that there's no other way, is there anyone you're not responsible for?" Han Bing was speechless.

"You can't blame me for everything. Your cultivation has restricted my cultivation, which is why my cultivation has increased so much. Because your cultivation is too low, I can't do anything about it." The Godfiend clone said.

"This, yea, yea. You said earlier that my cultivation will increase your cultivation, but I wonder if you can use that to increase my cultivation?" Han Bing suddenly had a strange thought and asked.

"In theory, it should be possible, but now it's impossible to raise my cultivation for a short period of time." The Godfiend clone said dejectedly.

However, Han Bing faintly smiled and took out a black magic pill from his spatial ring that emitted a faint demonic energy. This was the magic pill obtained from killing the witch a few days ago. Therefore, he should be able to do the same.

"Since that's the case, let's give it a try!" The avatar's tone was filled with excitement. The magic core began to be surrounded by a jet black demonic energy, gradually being refined and disappearing.