Chapter 17: Demon Cultivation
"I never dare to face it ..." Two lines of tears slipped from Xinghe's face, and he murmured lowly, "This is not what I want ..."
Xinghe's already dead body suddenly floated up, hanging in mid-air, and the whole body bloomed with dazzling white light, burning and burning.
"No ~~~ No ~~~" The trembling voice of Heaven's Heart Demon sounded in Xinghe's body, with a great fear, "I can't think of you ..."
"No ~~~" An unreal and distorted shadow was forced out of Xinghe's body and seemed to escape, but suddenly collapsed, dissipated, and died.
Endless black gas is rolling and flowing in Xinghe's room, like paint and ink! Faintly there was a terrible monster screaming loudly.
"Bang ~~~" The roof exploded, and the black gas condensed into a tornado straight through the sky. The endless wind and thunder were intertwined and rumbling. The entire sky instantly darkened, as if the end of time was coming!
"This is ..." Feng is slowly moving away, Feng suddenly turns around, stops, and stares intently at the direction where he came from-Xinghe's room, "This is the imperial repair! Why does it appear? there······"
In the college's back room, the elder grandmother sat in the corner, covering her body in a gray robe. Everything that had happened outside, he already felt it, and whispered, "It is really a good baby!"
In the college, some students who saw this situation talked a lot.
"Hey, what's that? Is something wrong?"
"That's a sign of a stranger's appearance, this is ... the devil's repair !!!"
"The imperial demon repair ?! This is a stranger formed the day after tomorrow. I thought it only existed in the theory, but I did not expect it to actually appear!"
"Isn't it the Xinghe room? Who is it? Is it ... he ?!"
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At the same time, in addition to the college students, several people in this city have noticed it.
"Damn, damn it! How did the boy get this ability, and my task is even more difficult to complete!" Elder Wei caressed the sparrow-like bird and gritted his teeth.
"Dang 啷 ~~~" The wine glass filled with fine wine fell to the ground, and Emperor Zun suddenly stood up from the throne, "You are very good, very good! You can get rid of my demon control, but you ca n't escape me The palm of your hand! "
"You just need to increase some ability," the owner of Qizhenju smiled inexplicably. "Anyway, it's not yours anyway!" He called a young boy in a red shirt and whispered, "Go and try him. Ability!"
"I know, I know!" The boy in the red shirt answered absently. His looks were similar to Feng's. He held his head in his hands and left leisurely.
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The sky above the galaxy room.
Xinghe's body is in the center of the black gas tornado, slowly floating high. A cloud of black air shrouded around him, swimming back and forth, endless wind and thunder. The whole scene seemed very weird.
For a moment, the speed of black gas swimming suddenly intensified, reaching the extreme, almost unclear. During the swim, the black gas slowly condensed, turning into a black iron chain, lingering around Xinghe.
"Salad ~~~ Salad ~~~" The black iron chain fluctuated up and down, walking around Xinghe, it seemed very kind and excited to Xinghe.
For a moment, the sky gradually returned to clear, everything was as sudden as when it came, and there was no sound when it went.
Xinghe's body slowly lowered and returned to his room. His eyes suddenly opened, and a hint of black glint flashed in his eyes, looking dim and evil.
"This is the power of the demon," Xinghe whispered to himself, he already felt everything that happened to him, and even before he knew it, he had acquired the power and knowledge that belonged to the demon! As soon as Xinghe thought, the black iron chain lingering on him instantly contracted and disappeared, "It's not bad!"
"It seems he succeeded!" Feng whispered to himself, and he turned to leave.
In the room, Xinghe closed his eyes and examined his body.
"This is ..." The Forbidden Soul Curse! "Xinghe beckoned gently, and a thin smoky black wire came out of him and was imprisoned in his hands. The thin, smoky black wires rushed left and right in his palm, as if to break free.
"Wanting to control me in a way of going into the magic, unfortunately ..." Xinghe's eyes flowed, his hand grabbed and closed instantly, and the thin, smoky black silk and gray fly out, "I am the demon now!"
Xinghe picked up the sword of the Emperor Dragon Dragon who was aside. With the power of the demon, Xinghe easily saw the soul curse attached to the sword.
Xinghe whispered to himself, "I came out of this sword and would give me such a good sword, and it was really unsettled. However, the soul curse has no effect on me, and I still use you as my sword!" He took the Emperor Dragon King Sword on his body, walked out of the room, and walked towards the venue of the game. "Just go and see how far the game is going."
There is a small forest next to Xinghe's room, and Xinghe strolls among them.
The quiet grove, the breeze blows, the leaves of the mother-in-law shake gently, and it emits a crisp sound of "rustle ~~~", like a clear soul singing.
Xinghe walked leisurely and unhurriedly. A young boy in a red shirt suddenly walked out from the back of the grove, facing Xinghe in front.
"Is this you Xinghe?" The red-shirted boy bowed slightly and smiled slightly.
"Exactly! Who are you? Is there anything wrong with me?" Xinghe asked curiously.
"I'm looking for you ..." The red-shirted boy sprinted suddenly, and immediately came to Xinghe's body, leaning forward, whispering to Xinghe's ears, "····· to learn something with you! "He directly wrote a knife, and slashed quickly." Don't be too cooking ... "
"哧 ~~~" Xinghe's body was split in half, paralyzed.
The red-shirted boy looked disdainfully. "What's wrong, it's too heavy to start with, or-do you only have this degree?"
However, the body of Xinghe, which was split in half, was twisted and unreal, turning into a pool of shadows.
With one hand, he grabbed the red shirt boy's shoulder from the back. It was Xinghe. He throbbed and flew the red shirt boy out of the distance.
"Illusion? This is the ability of the" Immortal Demon Repair "!" The red-shirted boy was a little surprised. He turned in the air, gently landed, and easily resolved Xinghe's attack. Obviously his strength should not be underestimated.
"Did you learn so soon, it seems you have gained a lot of magical powers!" The boy in red shirt licked his lips. "It should make me refreshing-always being abused by my brother at home ..." He is just two years older than me, and he has practiced for two years. What 's so great! "
"It's started!" The red-shirted boy whispered, and rushed to Xinghe again.
Xinghe didn't dare to care, he thought, a black iron chain appeared, lingering around him, floating up and down.
"Salad ~~~ Salad ~~~" A few black iron chains burst out and shot at the red shirt boy.
The red-shirted boy turned left and right, swiftly avoided all attacks, and bullied Xinghe.
A long red sword appeared in his hand, flashing a cold light, and waved to Xinghe.
"Don't die ..." The red-shirted boy's voice revealed some kind of evil,
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