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If you want to activate the magic knife, you need to absorb a large amount of vitality and necromantic energy.

If the people from the four major divine palaces did not appear in this god-conferring formation, I am afraid that they would be the nourishment of the magic sword.

Now that people from the four major temples have appeared, their crisis has been completely resolved.

No one would believe that a strong man in the demigod realm could withstand Yamata no Orochi's divine weapon.

"Master Posuo, what should we do now?"

Tsukishima Chiyuki pondered for a moment and looked at the Whispering God: "With this magic sword, it is not difficult to break into the Amaterasu Temple."

"The magic sword is a divine weapon that I forgot. With my current strength, I can only force the magic sword to strike once."

Whispering Shishen shook his head and said calmly: "Since we have raised these ants for so long, it's time to end it."

"Whispering God is planning to take action against the four major temples?" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and asked.

"There is a Conferred God Formation here to isolate the inside and outside. The great priests of the four major temples cannot even think of using the power of the gods. It is easy to kill them."

Whispering God slowly spoke: "Let's rest for a while and wait until these people catch up."

Hearing the words of Whispering God, Ye Chen sighed secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, they are all old Yinbi. I am afraid that the Whispering God had already made a plan before coming.

Maybe these people may be the nourishment of the magic sword.

"Yes, Lord Posuo."

Everyone in the Demon God Sect looked at each other, responded respectfully, then sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowed the elixir and began to heal.

The Demon God and the Eight-tailed Demon Fox also looked at each other vaguely and stood silently.

Although the Whispering God is Yamata no Orochi's capable subordinate, his strength is not weak.

But after all, it didn't take long after they got out of trouble, and the eight-tailed demon fox and the demon god were not very afraid of the whirling shikigami.

If a fight really breaks out, the eight-tailed demon fox will not be very cowardly of the shikigami if Yamata no Orochi is not out of trouble.

But with the appearance of this magic knife, the situation is different.

As Yamata no Orochi's natal artifact, the reputation of sharpening the sword is extremely resounding even among shikigami.

It is entirely possible for the Whispering God to kill them with this magic sword.

The eight-tailed demon fox knows the special nature of the magic sword very well.

This artifact can not only swallow the vitality of the physical body, but also the soul.

The immortal shikigami can still be killed by the magic sword.

With the threat of the demon sword, the eight-tailed demon fox and the demon god became obviously wary of the whirling shikigami.

For a moment, the scene became quiet.

The Whispering God is holding a magic knife and sitting cross-legged on the ground to regulate his breathing.

Others were surrounding the God of Whispers, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to restore their true energy, and looking at the magic knife in the hands of God of Whispers from time to time.

The white mist on the Styx River rolled crazily, and then suddenly dispersed.

A black figure slowly emerged from the River Styx.

This huge figure is extremely ugly, like a bloated mass of rotten flesh. Faces like ghosts appear on the mass of rotten flesh. Countless black tentacles fly out from the mouths of these ghosts and float in the underworld. Above the river.

When everyone saw this disgusting creature, they couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

"What a disgusting thing this is."

The corners of the Demon God's mouth twitched slightly.

Even a shikigami like him felt extremely disgusted when he saw such a creature.

"This is the undead spirit born in the River Styx. It is the undead spirit condensed from many wronged souls. Fortunately, the strength of this undead spirit is not too strong."

The Whispering God stared at the dead spirit and breathed a sigh of relief.

This Styx River has flowed here for hundreds of years. With so much death energy, God knows what kind of undead creatures will be born.

Even if a dead soul comparable to a god appears, the Whispering God will not be surprised.

The undead spirit in front of them is even weaker than the powerful demigods, so it is not a great threat to them.

At this moment, many faces on this undead body opened their eyes at the same time and looked at everyone.

Black gazes seemed to form substantial black beams of light, shooting towards the crowd.

"break!"

Whispering God pointed out, and a bright light bloomed between his fingers, turning into a white barrier, directly blocking these black gazes.

"Roar!"

The undead spirit let out an angry roar, and countless black tentacles shot out again, directly hitting the onmyoji of the Whispering God, smashing the light curtain into pieces, and then entangled everyone again. .

Thick black mist poured out from these black tentacles, as if blending into the surrounding air, shrouding everyone.

Under the shroud of this black mist, some weaker masters inexplicably felt a mass of death energy pouring into their bodies.

"These dead energy can interfere with the movement of true energy."

The face of a middle-grade master changed, and the true energy in his body stagnated for a breath under the erosion of the death energy.

In just such a breath, the surrounding black tentacles wrapped around his body, and then with a strong tug, he grabbed directly into the River Styx.

The expressions of everyone around him changed, and they didn't react for a while.

When he came back to his senses, this member of the Demon God Cult had been pulled onto the River Styx.

When we reached the top of the Styx River, there was a white mist shrouding it, which was considered a restricted area.

Even if a shikigami enters it, safety cannot be guaranteed.

No one would take risks for a middle-grade master.

Under everyone's gaze, the middle-grade master was pulled onto the mass of carrion with a horrified look on his face, and many evil ghosts let out jealous laughter and ate them directly towards him.

After a few breaths, the screams suddenly stopped.

This middle-grade grandmaster was devoured right in front of everyone.

This scene made many members of the Demon God Cult feel a chill in their hearts.

A middle-grade grandmaster was just in front of them, and was swallowed up in just a few breaths?

"Damn thing, get out of here."

A look of rage appeared on the face of the Whispering God, and he made seals with his hands. His true energy gathered in front of him and formed a black flame, which suddenly shot towards the undead spirit.

The black flame turned into a black beam of light in the air. The moment the black tentacles along the way touched the black beam of light, they burned directly and turned into a ball of ashes.

The evil energy contained in this black flame is even comparable to the death energy in the River Styx.

"Roar!"

As if it sensed danger, the undead spirit let out a shrill scream, and thick black mist suddenly spurted out, covering his body and moving toward the black flames.

Boom!

The moment this black flame touched the black mist, it exploded and turned into a sea of ​​black fire, burning directly.

This black mist obviously couldn't stop the power of the black sea of ​​fire. The sea-colored flames fell directly on the body of the undead and burned.