Chapter 692 The Form of Magic

"Return to the patriarch, do you know who I am?"

The laughter of the demon lord came from the demon cloud. The demon lord seemed to like to make friends, but he found the wrong person every time.

"How can I not know the evil abyss?"

When he returned to life, he obviously suppressed his fierce anger, especially when he found that Jiu Chenjun fled first, he was even more angry. The devil will not look at people's faces. He provokes the returnless period for no reason, and let the return indefinitely find the cathartic person.

"Okay, okay, when Benzong fought against Nanzhou, your Tianhezong was only a dilapided sect with less than a thousand people. I didn't expect that thousands of years later, Tianhezong would come out as your number!"

The demon lord is also a rare good temper in the devil's head, and he has only had an attack until now.

There was a long smile from the magic cloud, and then the whole sky became drowsy, as if someone poured ink into the clouds.

"What's going on!"

"I can't see it."

"The sky is gone..."

......

The monks in the square shouted in panic. They are all practitioners, and naturally they know that the sky is still there. However, at this moment, the world is dark and they can't see their fingers. The most intuitive feeling is that the sky is gone. Even if they are all immortals, they still can't resist the fear that spreads from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the power of the devil, which is good at confusing people and stealing heaven and earth for their own use.

However, if An Bochen is determined and persistent, he keeps his heart and is not moved by external things, he can naturally break through the dark sky and see everything clearly.

Appearing in An Bochen's vision is a huge and ferocious monster, up to thousands of feet, with a tiger and lion's lower body and scales on its back. The upper body has six arms and three heads, and the head is triangular, all of which are different. The first head is red-faced, with one eye and a new hand in his eyes. The second gray-faced tusks on the head are as sharp as a blade. As for the third head, it is a huge mouth, with teeth in the mouth, as dense as scales, which makes people's hearts furry, and it is also talking with this head.

"Thirty thousand years later, do you unmotivated human monks think they can drive us to the world without light and heat as before?"

Staring at the demon master, An Bochen frowned slightly. In his impression, although the demon was an alien, it was not so strange and horrible. Not only him, but anyone who can break through the dark sky and see the demon like the master of Xiaoqing and the prince Yue is surprised. Obviously, the demon in their memory is not this kind of image.

"Every time you have to talk big, you have to humiliate yourself in the end."

However, Gui Wuqi sneered and stared at the heavenly monster. A towering and domineering breath rose from him. An Bochen, a character with such an atmosphere, met repeatedly, but compared with Gui Wuqi, they lacked a temperament, that is, concentration.

Those who have become great jobs often have their eyes higher than the top. They can make the world pale with one word, and they can make the mountains and rivers collapse by raising their hands. They have also focused on it, but most of them are when they are not successful. Once successful, almost all people are more or less fluttering, and there are few people who are still focused like returning to life. The focus of returning to life seems to come with him, just like when he was a teenager, he was still killing pigs and sheep in the vegetable market without any interference from the outside world.

It is also his extremely focused temperament, which adds a trace of thick power to his domineering, so that the demon lord will not know where to start for a while.

"Xiao Anzi, you see, this is the third form of demons in ancient books."

The voice of Simajin sounded in his ear. An Bochen was stunned and replied, "Which three forms?"

"I also saw it from a miscellaneous talk, and I saw it with my own eyes for the first time. The first form of the demon is invisible. For example, in ancient times, there was a demon lord who specially controlled the six qi of heaven and earth, and lowered the demon disaster to interfere with the practitioner to break through the disaster. Many people know their existence, but only those who have encountered the disaster of heart demons can see them. They exist in the form of qi, which can only be weakened and cannot be killed. This kind of magic is called the ed form of demons. The second kind of demon is obvious. They either practice and can incarnate human beings, or they are originally human beings but are planted into demons, such as your good brother Zhang Bushi. As for the third form, it is also the highest form, which is the one in front of us. Demons have all kinds of laws, and they are ever-changing without practicing Taoism. They are almost as they want. How dark and ugly the magic in his heart is, he will accordingly become inseparable monsters. This third form is often the most powerful demon. They can not only manipulate people's hearts and change people like the first two forms, but they can also manipulate their own hearts. . "

Sima Jin said for a long time. Although An Bochen came into contact with demons early, it was the first time he heard such a detailed explanation, and he also had a general concept of the devil.

Guandong cloth shoes Zhang Bu Shi... Does his becoming a demon also have something to do with the story that has not yet started before the collapse of heaven and earth? In his time and space, Kui Chao Mo Xiu and Xian Mo Ding stood on his feet, and he also became a disciple of the Taishi of the Kui Chao... He is still in the second form, and I don't know what his last form will be.

In the drowsy sky, in the confrontation between the two powers, An Bochen suddenly remembered his former friends. Maybe I can't be called a friend, just an old friend.

"Be careful. Don't get into the heart."

Sima Jin's voice came from his ear. An Bochen's heart tightened, and his eyes fell on the light smile on his mouth when Sima Jin looked back. The gloom in An Bochen's heart was dispelled in an instant.

It's so dangerous... This is the old devil's skill of attacking the heart. It's true. The wide range of attacks is so secret that people can't defend against it.

An Bochen said in his heart.

The yearning for the old people is still there, but he is forcibly locked in another memory space in his mind, so as not to be exploited by the old demon.

His eyes returned to the confrontation with a demon. An Bochen looked at the sneering monster, looked at the breath of Gui Wuqi, and sent the voice to Sima Jin: "What is the magic power of Guiqi?"

"It's power." After a moment, Simajin replied, and his tone was a little strange.

One of Sima Jin's natural and bottomless magic powers is to observe people's cultivation. He can see through the details of those who are one or two higher than her cultivation, but they are rarely used because of An Bochen's care. The reason why An Bochen does not allow Sima Jin to use it is that he is afraid of being recognized by the master. Now Sima Jin is a true immortal, and An Bochen is faintly higher than the peak of the true immortal, which is naturally safe.

"Power?" An Bochen was also stunned: "Is it the power of the gods? If he really only cultivates strength and practices all the way to the fairyland, how terrible will his power be?

"Anyway, it's far above you. Even if you two are in the same realm, you may not be stronger than him in source power." Simajin smiled and just wanted to say something more when his eyes suddenly turned to the distance: "Hey, someone is coming again."