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Qingping's Spirit Eyes looked towards Zhao Chengye's location and saw that there was a mottled, rusted iron sword full of holes in his hand.

Qingping's pupils suddenly contracted. He felt a stabbing pain in his eyes, and immediately retracted his gaze.

"Blood... Blood ? Give me ? "Blood..."

Zhao Chengye's back looked extremely strange. His voice became very hoarse as he constantly repeated the same words.

"I want to... "Blood!"

Zhao Chengye slowly turned around. His right hand was gripping the iron sword tightly. In his hand, the iron sword now seemed a bit more demonic, and his aura also became a lot weirder.

Jiang Yang pulled Yu Yan Yu behind him, vigilantly looking at the greatly changed Zhao Chengye.

"Zhao Chengye, put down that sword in your hand. That could be an ominous thing!"

Jiang Yang said very calmly to the approaching Zhao Chengye.

"Hahahaha, what ominous thing? It looks to me like a divine weapon. However, it is thirsty now, so ? I need you to do something for me. "

At this moment, Zhao Chengye's eyes were bloodshot and demonic aura was swirling around his body. There was also a dense demonic aura within the Heavenly Lake Forest, which was surrounding him and heading towards Zhao Chengye.

Other people might not be able to see it, but Jiang Yang was well aware of how terrifying Zhao Chengye was right now.

Now that he possessed the power of a demon, he could even control spirit energy. The current Zhao Chengye could no longer be measured by his strength as someone at the first level of Spirit Condensation. His current state was somewhat similar to Jiang Yang. However, Jiang Yang was able to control his own consciousness while simultaneously using his spiritual force and demonic energy, but Zhao Chengye was not able to.

The current him was completely dominated by power. In the end, it was more like he was being controlled by the steel sword in his hand.

"I got it, this is a demon sword. Rumor has it that in the past four thousand years, there had been a large group of powerful cultivators from the Da Qi Kingdom that wanted to explore the secrets of the Heavenly Marrow Forest, but none of them came out."

Many of them had methods to control their demonic powers, but they did not expect that they would all die here! "

Qing Ping covered his eyes as he lowered his head, speaking with difficulty.

"Is that the legend about the Ancient Demon Sect?"

Jiang Yang thought back to the records he had seen before. It was said that the Cloud Sky City had once received this group of cultivators. It was said that each and every one of them were extremely powerful and mysterious.

However, the events of four thousand years ago were too long in the past, and no one knew what the Five Heavenly Cities were like at that time. And what was this forest like?

The only thing he could be sure of was that these experts had already died, and these remnants must have been left behind by the curse of the Demon Beast Tomb!

"It's a demon sword!" This is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can master. "

Qing Ping's Perplexing Spirit Eye was still closed. At this moment, he was starting to approach Jiang Yang. That Zhao Chengye gave off an extremely dangerous feeling. Previously, Qingping didn't flatter Zhao Chengye in the slightest because he felt that Zhao Chengye was only at the first level of Spirit Condensation. If he relied on the power of the Perception Spirit Eye, he might be able to protect himself.

However, this Zhao Chengye seemed to have transformed. Not only was his aura terrifyingly powerful, but he also had an extraordinary aura about him. That demonic qi caused people to involuntarily retreat.

"The power of a demonic beast!"

In the same realm, no one knew better than Jiang Yang how terrifying it was to be able to use demonic power. With demonic spiritual energy, Jiang Yang was able to heal himself at a speed far faster than other cultivators of the same level.

In a place with such dense demonic energy, a person with demonic spiritual energy would be much stronger than an ordinary person if they were to cultivate and recover their spiritual energy.

"Zhao Chengye, quickly retreat! Put down that thing in your hand!"

Qing Ping was filled with fear due to Zhao Chengye's devilish feeling. As a rogue cultivator, he valued his own life more.

"Put it down! It's impossible to put it down!"

Zhao Chengye sneered as he pointed the iron sword in his hand at Jiang Yang and the other two.

"This sword is called 'Desire'. It still hasn't tasted any flesh or blood for thousands of years. Today, you three are here, so I'll just let it eat me!"

With that said, Zhao Chengye raised his sword and rushed towards Jiang Yang and the other two.

With one hand, Jiang Yang took out the ghost god on his back along with the scabbard on his back, and a violent feeling burst forth from Jiang Yang's body.

"Now, all of you go and find the Demon Soul Grass. Let me test just how strong he is here!"

Bang!

As the two weapons clashed, Jiang Yang frowned. Darkness flowed from the scabbard into the spirited hand of Zhao Chengye.

"Divinity? What a tone. Today, I want to see whether your Spirit Devourer is stronger or my Spirit Master is more overbearing! "

Jiang Yang stood alone in front of Zhao Chengye, protecting him. A powerful aura that exceeded the Qi Condensation stage exploded forth as demonic energy and spiritual energy swirled around him.

Right now, Zhao Chengye's mind was only affected by the demon sword in his hand and not completely controlled by the demon sword. Some basic theories were still there. He stared at Jiang Yang, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

"Interesting!"

Even though Jiang Yang's aura was very powerful, Zhao Chengye was a Spirit Condensation expert after all. Now that he had a demon sword in his hand, his strength had skyrocketed.

"Your blood can't be better than that of a god used to sacrifice me!"

Zhao Chengye waved his sword, and Jiang Yang raised his ghost spirit to collide with Zhao Chengye's spirited spirit.

These two weapons were not ordinary Cultivator weapons. One was devilish and bizarre, and the other contained the power of a blood fiend. The moment that Jiang Yang's spirit and spirit made contact, a surge of blood fiend energy gushed out from the scabbard.

A bloody light flashed on the scabbard, and dense text emerged. Under the power of these words, he suppressed the killing intent in the Ghost God's body with difficulty.

"Scram!"

Jiang Yang unleashed his brute force, pushing Zhao Chengye away in an instant.

"Whirlwind!"

Swish!

The ball of air formed by the collision of demonic energy and spiritual energy flew out from Jiang Yang's hand with a sky-shattering sound. Many of the demon beast bones around Jiang Yang were blasted away by this force.

The presence of dark demonic energy caused even more changes to Jiang Yang's space-twisting waves.

Zhao Chengye's eyes revealed a strange light as he waved the soul in his hand. It was as if there was a tiger leopard around him. Originally, he was only an ordinary first level Spirit Condensation expert, but now that he had a Spirit Devourer, Zhao Chengye had completely risen to another level.

"Kill!"

Zhao Chengye swung down his sword. The sword let out a humming sound as if there was a god crying and howling inside.

The dark purple sword aura engulfed the spinning waves. The Dao arts that Jiang Yang had never failed in his attempt was actually broken today by an ordinary first level Spirit Condensation expert.

As the sword light dissipated, Jiang Yang's cyclone also disappeared without a trace. Jiang Yang's expression was somewhat heavy. The demon sword in Zhao Chengye's hand was indeed extraordinary.

He turned around and saw that Qingping and Yu Yan Yu were already far away. It could be said that he no longer had any worries in his heart.

"Brat, I originally thought you had some skills. A tiny Qi Condensation cultivator actually had the power of flight. Now it seems that you are only so-so. I have given you enough face to use you as an offering to my deific spirit! "

With that, Zhao Chengye swung his sword again, and the image of the tiger and leopard around him became more solid. Zhao Chengye seemed to have a mind of his own as he could pounce on him from behind at any time.

"Spirit Sealing!"

Jiang Yang pointed at Zhao Chengye. Suddenly, Zhao Chengye felt as if his entire body had been restrained by something. However, at that moment, his strength had greatly increased. He was not completely frozen in place. Rather, his speed had become extremely slow.

"Whirlwind!"