Hiss, why is there such a strong blood evil aura? Xuanyuan Peng was shocked and couldn't help but stop the flying tripod, floating in a white cloud, staring at the bottom. There was a trace of evil aura. The Holy Emperor's halberd in his hand was also filled with a trace of evil demonic aura, which made him look at it at first sight, both good and evil, and it was very consistent with the mystery of the Taoist realm of the Skeleton Vajra's magical power.

Scream... A black halberd light shot from the sky and fell between the sea of ​​corpses and blood on the ground. Xuanyuan Peng was wearing a wide black robe and inserted the battle halberd into the bloody land under his feet. His eyes swept his eyes and within a thousand miles were piles of blood corpses, and the curling black smoke covered the sun. The battlefield was blurred, and the war smoke was rolling, and it was a terrible thing.

There was no one on the battlefield outside the city. The victorious army entered the city and was carrying out terrifying massacres, burning, killing, looting, and tragic sounds. The closed city gate cut off the retreat for the people to escape, and could only accept the fate of being slaughtered like a lamb.

The bloody battle outside the city ended, and the massacre was in full swing. Xuanyuan Pengfei fell into the empty battlefield corpses. Looking around, there was no trace of people around. Only the giant city dozens of miles away was filled with screams of heart-torn tears.

To prevent this tragedy, you must have super power to shock the ancient sword sect, shock the dynasty army, and ultimately prevent all these tragedies from happening! - Xuanyuan Peng looked indifferently at the city with blood-light, flapping his arms, and the skeleton Vajra magical power started to operate.

"The skeleton demon god suppresses the soul, and I will collect the resentment of the undead!" Xuanyuan Peng chanted a magic trick in a low voice, and the surging magic power swept out, as if a large invisible net was cast. With a stern sound, it covered dozens of miles of corpses. When the magic trick was recited, the magic power suddenly rolled up, and with a shout, countless resentment, soul, undead, spirit, anger, despair, heart of mourning, and will of hatred rolled in like a tide, injected into his dantian.

On his dantian and above the mysterious sea, a skeleton soul shadow was sitting cross-legged in a faint and blurry manner. Two golden Buddha flames were burning in the two bone frames. It was the magic soul shadow that Xuanyuan Peng had practiced recently!

"Buzz buzz..." Xuanyuan Peng condensed his puppet power and wrapped around the terrifying resentment of the souls he was inhaled, compressing, compressing, and compressing again. This compression contains his spiritual will and soul energy...

The huge resentment of the dead soul entered his body, and was refined and compressed by his innate fire, which inevitably affected his spirit. In a trance, it seemed that a large-scale and extremely terrifying bloody battle scene was turned into a scene of bloody battles. Countless soldiers were roaring and slashing, blood was splattering, battle flags were burning, corpses were falling to the ground, unyielding souls were howling, and despair was growing, and the bloody battle scenes were changing rapidly, as if they were going to be deceived by him...

This is the magic cultivator's technique. It is very fast to get started, but it is very difficult to practice. There is a great danger of getting into a demon at any time! Xuanyuan Peng did not dare to be negligent. With a bang, the natural magic power of Taoism was displayed. In an instant, his energy and spirit were immersed in a natural Taoist realm where everything came naturally. When the wind blew with the wind, the flowers fell as the flowers fell. A heart of Tao was suddenly lively and firm, unaffected by the emotions of countless resentful spirits who died in battle...

Huhuhuhu... Countless black silk-like resentment, souls and despair were sucked into his mysterious sea, and the innate magic power that was constantly rotating rapidly contained his spiritual energy and refined into a brain-like light ball.

What he condensed was the soul of the undead, combined with his will, and could allow the skeleton soul shadow to give birth to its chaotic thoughts, and then he could practice himself in the future, gradually increase with his strength, and eventually evolve into a magic technique of enlightenment. In that case, Xuanyuan Peng would be released.

"Shit and squirt..." Countless impurities of thoughts and despair were refined. Xuanyuan Peng left behind only the most original courageous aura, passionate heart, unyielding intention, and killing fire... This is the mystery of the thought that the real skeleton soul should contain.

Whenever he absorbed the resentment of the dead souls on the battlefield, Xuanyuan Peng flew down to a war zone, continuing to condense his magic power to absorb the resentment of the dead souls in the world, and constantly refining them. Gradually, in his dantian Xuanhai, a highly compressed and condensed light bead condensed. It was like a black night pearl, spraying countless black death auras, refined by the rolling innate true fire.

Xuanyuan Peng's magic eyes looked into the depths of the black light bead, and he could vaguely see that there were countless tens of thousands of dead souls floating, roaring, and struggling. This black light bead contained an increasingly powerful killing power, and the most original will to destroy in the world.

In the Skeleton King Kong magical power, this black light bead that condenses the endless dead souls and souls is called the "Death Soul Bead". It is the source of the skeleton's power. The soul of the Skeleton King Kong!

As time passed, he collected more and more resentful spirits of the dead souls, and the size of the Death Soul Bead became larger and larger. From the size of the night pearl at the beginning, it gradually increased to the size of the bowl mouth. It condensed countless dead souls who died in battle, the unyielding will. The mortal rage of death. The unyielding rage before the warriors were the most vigorous and fierce.

Gradually, the sky became dark, and the sound of killings that were boiling in the distance gradually disappeared. The killings in the city came to an end, and clusters of lights were on. It was time for dinner. If there were still people in the city who survived until this time, then he had hope to continue to live.

"Swish..." The last ray of despair was refined into black flying ashes by Xuanyuan Peng's innate soul fire. Then it was crushed into nothingness by rolling magic power. The first death soul bead was finally trained by him. It was about the size of a bucket, like a black sun, floating above the mysterious sea.

"Further refining and compressing!" Xuanyuan Peng spewed out a mouthful of innate soul fire, and the heat increased sharply. He continued to vigorously sacrifice the death soul bead, burning its excess impurities, and even sacrificed the water of the Nether Sea to penetrate the soul bead. With more violent and intense refining methods, he refining the soul bead to the size of a fist.

OK, the soul bead enters the orifice! Xuanyuan Peng restrained his innate soul fire, and with a thought, the soul bead as big as a fist floated up and fell towards the faint and illusory skeleton soul shadow. The gaseous skull of the skull automatically cracked, revealing the brain orifice of the skull. The soul bead flew into the brain orifice, and the gaseous white bones healed and restored. In an instant, its faint and empty soul body quickly condensed and solidified. The soul bead sprayed a huge breath of death from its brain orifice, stimulating the gaseous bone body to evolve at a crazy speed...

Peng! A skeleton condensed like a real skeleton. Stepping on Xuanyuan Peng's mysterious sea, two golden Buddha eyes were born in the two bone frames. According to the name of the martial arts, it should be called "Eye of the Vajra". The skeleton's two bone arms were flapped, and the huge fighting spirit and killing aura swept across the mysterious sea, which was as spectacular as the waves.

"Hahaha, okay, my skeleton Vajra has been initially trained. In the future, I will refine one hundred and eight skeleton demon beads and embedded in each bone cavity of the skeleton, and then I can practice this magic skill to the level of half-step perfection. However, without the assistance of my other half of Vajra's good deeds, the day of half-step perfection will be the time to get into the devil."

Xuanyuan Peng was half happy and half regretful. The biggest difficulty of this magic skill was that it was a combination of good and evil, life and death. When practicing, it seemed like a headache like schizophrenia, because it required two extreme methods of cultivation. This magic skill was first established, and the skeleton had soul beads and gave birth to chaotic will. This was the magical power and magic soul.

However, in order to further improve the combat power of Skeleton King Kong, one hundred and eight skeleton demon beads are needed, each of which can enhance its combat power. One hundred and eight demon beads can push it to the level of shocking power in the tenth secret realm of the Holy Fetus. As long as there is enough resentment from the undead can achieve this goal. Of course, if you think about not being possessed by the demon, you also need to do 108 major good deeds at the same time to allow the White Skeleton to give birth to the Vajra Soul Beads of the scarce traitors to finally cultivate this magic skill.

"Old Jin, does it take hundreds of thousands or millions of resentment to the dead souls to condense a soul bead? If all 108 demon beads are like this in the future, how many people will die?" Xuanyuan Peng stood in front of the Holy Emperor's Sphur, sent a message to Jin Chan and communicated with him.

"Hahaha, little master, do you think that such a large battlefield is you who are absorbing the power of the dead soul?" Jin Chan suddenly said in a shocking voice: "Wrong, you have only absorbed part of it. There are several forces in the distance that are absorbing the power of the dead on the battlefield at the same time."

"What?" Xuanyuan Peng was shocked, "Old Jin, I used my spiritual sense to sense it, but I didn't find any trace of the Qi Refiner."

"Hehe, you know how to hide invisible. Don't these people understand? Isn't it true that you dare to collect the power of blood-demon souls on the territory of the ancient sword sect? Who doesn't hide the traces? Isn't it like seeking death?" Jin Chan pointed as an insider and said, "But I'm a little confused. Demon cultivators generally dare not easily sneak into the Central Plains to practice demon skills. Why are these people so bold? Did the ancient sword sect suffer a great loss in the battle of the new generation overseas and the battle of the new generation, and willingly let the devils be so arrogant?"

The overseas battle of the ancient sword sect that Jin Chan mentioned was naturally the uproar caused by Xuanyuan Peng’s death and killing sword-first-class descendants of the Sword Sect. It was the battle of Shi Yufei, Zhang Danfeng, and the five great masters of the Demon Sect that were famous all over the world. Xuanyuan Peng also benefited a lot and stood out in the battle of Laojun Palace. By chance, he became one of the rookies in the Xuan Realm.

Xuanyuan Peng was about to speak when he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him. He immediately realized that the Golden Toad was indeed superior, and there were definitely people from the Demon Sect nearby, who lurked and plundered the blood-demon soul power on the battlefield. Seeing that he had finished collecting and refining, he must have been thinking about robbing?

He grabbed one of his hands on the cold halberd body and gently pulled the halberd out of the soil. His cold eyes swept around.

In all directions, the air seemed to be rippling like ripples, and one after another of the demon shadows, as if a ghost condensed from the air, appeared one after another.

This kind of magic trick that hides the traces seems to be the "ghost in the sky" in the Netherworld Demon Sect! Legend has it that once this magic trick is realized, it can hide in the air in the body, like a gaseous ghost, which can avoid the enemy's spiritual sense sensing and the pursuit of magic weapons in the shape of a braid. Could it be that such a demon dares to collect the power of the soul on the territory of the ancient sword sect and enhance the cultivation of the magic skill?
Chapter completed!