Chapter 205 Casting the Strongest Instrument

Jiang Ming's heart is complicated and difficult to understand. Through the words of the magic shadow, he learned that this so-called trial place is just a game, a game laid by the big dark demon god.

This so-called trial is indeed a cultivation of magma. If the most sufficient magma king is the humane of the general physique of the big black sky, if not, the backhand arranged by the big dark sky will not hesitate to kill it and become the descendant of the big black sky demon god.

Jiang Ming is awe-inspiring, and the great black demon god has been across the sky and ten earth for countless years, and it is really not easy to be. His methods may be unknown to other demon gods or other demon gods, but they are completely suppressed by the demon gods of the big black sky. It is difficult to resist and can only give in.

"My heir!" The demon god said, "This is just a remnant of mine, just a backhand I laid. From you, I feel the message that my will has been subdued, but your level is too low and you are bullied. I can't bear the withering of my genius, so I save you. Of course, if it hadn't been for your failure to surrender my will, and I wouldn't have saved you. My dark demon god doesn't need a mediocre descendant.

Jiang Ming understands that this demon god is indeed unfathomable. Although it seems to have fallen, it has left all kinds of backhands, which is awe-inspiring.

Jiang Ming was deeply impressed and worshipped deeply.

"Unfortunately, this is my last backhand, and it will completely disappear after that. Unfortunately, I can't watch the grand event of my demon clan..."

There is infinite melancholy and sigh in the voice, and finally return to nothingness, dust to dust, and earth to earth.

Jiang Ming bowed deeply and was even more in awe of these old strong men. He sighed that their methods were unpredictable and could only be used. Even if they fell, they were still awe-inspiring.

"At present, go to the magic altar to cast the strongest weapon before you can break through this space and go out." Jiang Ming whispered and got up and flew towards the huge mountain.

After flying for a long time, I finally came to this vast mountain.

Jiang Ming followed the example of the previous village head and burst out a drop of blood into the altar of ten thousand demons. Thousands of magic shadows emerged, but the same words brought Jiang Ming a different shock. In deep awe, Jiang Ming bowed and said respectfully, "Disciple Jiang Ming, fortunately stood out among thousands of people. The purpose of stabbing is to cast the strongest weapon and break through the space."

"Hmm?"

"Uh~~ After sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, has anyone finally succeeded?"

"In this case, our regrets can rest in peace."

In a moment, countless magic images were resurrected, and the divine thoughts were intertwined and noisy. This is all the remnants of a demon god who woke up. After a long exchange, Qi Qi Qi looked at Jiang Ming.

"Daluo Jinxian, who can defeat tens of thousands of people, is really a peerless pride!"

"The realm is weak, but the talent is more powerful than me. I seem to see the hope of the rise of the demon god!"

"So proud, why don't I help him improve his skills?"

The divine thoughts were intertwined, and finally seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Immediately, sharp divine lights burst out in their eyes. These divine lights were not destructive, but they had the purest energy. These were tens of thousands of demon gods enlightening Jiang Ming.

"God, what is this? The energy in my body is skyrocketing. Are they enlightening me? Jiang Ming was shocked and whispered.

Jiang Ming accepts these energies physically and mentally, and his realm is soaring.

In the middle of Daluo Jinxian, Daluo Jinxian is high-level, and Daluo Jinxian is at its peak... In the end, Jiang Ming's realm has soared to the realm of quasi-saint.

Jiang Ming was ecstatic and couldn't help shouting, "Oh, my God! The realm of quasi-sacred, this is the realm of quasi-sacred! The demon gods are so horrible. What kind of realm are they? How can they enlighten me and make my road to the holy realm? Are these demons all in the realm of saints?"

Then, Jiang Ming felt a huge experience permeated the whole space. A broken or complete divine soldier flew over from all parts of this mysterious space and turned into a torrent of weapons, almost endless.

The torrent of weapons was no exception, and it sank into the huge altar.

"Quickly sacrifice the magic soldiers and practice the strongest weapon!"

Horrible thoughts are intertwined, like thunder roaring, deafening.

Jiang Ming did not dare to neglect and sacrificed the "burial immortals" quickly, and then the burial immortals also flew into the mouth of the altar.

Jiang Ming sat in a circle, trying to digest the divine power in his body, and his mind was clear, regardless of anything else. And an incredible force in the altar was brewing. Jiang Ming felt that the power was slowly brewing, transforming his burial immortals, and the breath of burial immortals became stronger.

"With your heart and blood, start as the strongest weapon!"

After a divine thought passed, Jiang Ming did not dare to neglect it. He clenched his teeth and patted his chest. A wisp of thick blood sprayed out of his mouth and disappeared into the altar.

Jiang Ming closed his eyes, adjusted his body, and felt the strong fluctuation.

Although everyone in this space was destroyed, Jiang Ming did not feel any guilt in his heart. All of them were killed by him, and all he killed were those who wanted their own lives. However, by chance, all these things made him.

Needless to say, it is enough to break through to the supreme realm of quasi-sacred, which is a state that many monks can't reach in their lives.

Jiang Ming quietly realized the mystery of this realm, and a peerless murder weapon was brewing and ready to move. It seemed that it would break out at any time and shock the world.

The quasi-holy realm is extremely mysterious, and it is the strongest and most sacred realm. Throughout the ages, there are only a few people who can reach this realm. Although Jiang Ming has two masters, it is equal to nothing. Everything needs to be reciless by himself, and the mystery of the realm needs to be realized by himself.

"With the remnant soul of ours, cast the strongest weapon and restore the vein of my demon god!"

"With the remnant souls of ours, we will forge the strongest weapon and restore the pulse of our demon god! ···”

Drink!

roared and roared endlessly. This is the roar and shout of thousands of demon gods. This is the injustice of fate, the ruthlessness of heaven, and the unyielding cry of the fate of the demon god clan. They burned the last remnant soul and cast the strongest spirit for the future of the demon god clan.

Thousands of demon gods roared and rushed to the altar, and their souls burned one by one, completely integrating into the "burial immortals". The surface of the burial fairy instantly appeared dense ancient god lines and the imprint of demon gods, and countless demon gods roared and roared.

The "burial immortal" spewed out of the altar, shining, dark and deep. Jiang Mingyin heard countless demons roaring and roaring from it, which was shocking.

A wisp of chaos on the body of the sword is full of chaos, which looks very extraordinary, like an artifact at the beginning of the earth.

With a slight movement of the sword body, there will be magic light swallowing and cutting everything.

Jiang Ming's heart moved, and the burial fairy took the initiative to float over. He grabbed it in his hand and suddenly had a feeling of blood connection. It seemed that the burial fairy was himself, and he was the burial fairy, and his life was enlightened.

"Thousands of demon gods cast with their own regrets and are willing to sacrifice everything for the future of the demon god clan, which is really respectable!" Jiang Ming said to himself, and his tone was full of respect.

He knew that these demons and gods were all extremely powerful, hard to destroy, and hard to bury, especially after breaking through to the quasi-holy realm. As long as there is still a wisp of regret, these magical people can show their unfathomable divine power, and it is not impossible to come back from the dead.

But they chose to give up everything for the future of the demon god.

Jiang Ming stroked the sword in his hand and said to himself, "You are the ancestor of ten thousand demon gods. Although you will fight with me in the future, you should not forget that you were born because of ten thousand demon gods. Since then, your name has been the demon sword!"

The magic sword's tinnitus seems to be extremely happy.

Jiang Ming raised the burial fairy, pointed to the sky, and whispered, "The magic sword, the magic sword, show me your unpredictable divine power. In the first battle after your new life, break this layer of shackles and this layer of cage!"

Boom!

A sword came out, the heaven and the earth changed color, and the demons were full of demons, roaring to the sky, sweetly swearing their unwillingness and anger.

The power of a sword is like the beginning of the world, and the magic strikes, showing the terrible power.

With a sword, the original indestructible mysterious space is like a mirror being hit by a giant hammer, like ice and snow meeting the sun, crumbing and turning into nothingness...

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