Evil god self-cultivation

In the forest, Ye Li sat on the top of a tree, watching the big snake entangled next to Po Jian slowly transform into a human form. It was a woman with a gloomy face, her body was covered with fine and dense blue scales, and her tail was still the tail of a snake.

It may not be right to say that it is a human form, after all, human beings just happen to look like this, and all races in the past also had their own incarnations, and the human race happens to be the race that has no prototype.

After the human race occupied the dominant position in ancient times, the monster race was only slightly closer to the appearance of humans, and this bloodline and habits have been preserved.

In Ye Li's cuff, the little white snake felt something, pushed Ye Li's cuff and got out to take a look, then slowly retracted, flicking its tail, as if a little disdainful.

Cocktail, on the other hand, had long since dared not speak, and shivered by Ye Li's neck.

Ye Li rubbed the little phoenix, and watched the golden elixir stage snake king confront the man below.

The two sides exchanged warnings and war of words at first. After hearing this, Ye Li understood that this swamp was originally the territory of the Snake Clan, but after the rise of the Centaur Clan and the leader of the Golden Core, they drove away the Snake Clan.

Now it's just that the Snake Clan also has a leader of the golden core, and then snatched back this land, which is a normal grievance.

The leaders of the two sides clashed and became angry. Following the Snake King's order, the giant pythons in the surrounding swamps attacked one after another.

Not to be outdone by the centaurs, they raised their spears to fight those big snakes.

The Snake King and the centaur leader also took aim at them. Both of them hardly knew any techniques, they just relied on the strong body of Jindan to fight, and the only thing they knew was some abilities in their blood.

This is also one of the reasons why the human race can climb from the weak to the peak, because the human race knows how to learn the method, and it is unique in terms of creativity.

Ye Li watched their battle, blinked suddenly, and looked deep into the dense forest.

An aura of the peak of the golden core was slowly approaching, which instantly shocked the snake tribe and the centaur, stopped fighting each other, and stared at the place cautiously.

"Noisy, noisy, quiet down, demons inspect." A voice sounded slowly, and then a demon slowly walked out of it. It was two meters high, covered with ferocious muscles, and looked like a ghost. .

Ye Li was surprised by this scene, seeing the Queen of the Snake Clan and the centaur backing away in fear, felt something was wrong in his heart.

Mozu, a distant vocabulary.

This is a race that came from a very distant place. It suddenly came to the world of cultivating immortals in ancient times. It claimed to be a holy demon and tried to exterminate the race.

Inevitably, a war between races followed.

First the golden core, then the sanctuary, together, until the back, the several saints of the human race temporarily put aside their barriers, and joined forces to deal with the demons, and then barely killed the king of the demons.

And the place where Ye Li and the others are now is the battlefield of the last battle that year.

Because that battle caused the world to collapse, the saint took action to separate this area from the world of cultivating immortals and exile it in the void.

These are stories in myth, and now they are gradually becoming reality.

The demons really appeared in front of Ye Li, and all the ones who came at random were golden core cultivation bases.

The snake king and the centaur seemed to be very afraid of the demons. After being warned, the leader of the centaur immediately led the tribe back the same way.

Seeing that they were no longer noisy, the demon turned around and left.

The snake clan returned to their own swamp with lingering fear, while Ye Li waited for a while before suddenly falling from the treetops and stepping on a piece of ground without swamp.

He didn't hide his movements, and instantly attracted the attention of the snake group. The snake king also looked at him, surprised to find that he had never seen this race before.

"Are you a pure blood demon?" Snake King asked Ye Li uncertainly.

Ye Li frowned slightly, "A pure demon? Is it about the same as me?"

The Snake King nodded slightly. In its memory, only pure-blood demons with advanced cultivation bases would look like this.

But Ye Li's aura made him uncertain, because pure blood demons always smelled of blood, but Ye Li's body was clean, and it could smell the fragrance of primrose instead.

"I'm not a demon." Ye Li thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.Then he spread his golden core cultivation base a little, and smiled slightly when he saw that the snake king was a little wary.

"How about I make a deal with you."

The Snake King raised his body and vomited the snake letter, "What's the deal?"

Ye Li raised his hand, took out his divine blood potion from the interspatial ring, and sent it with spiritual energy,

"This thing, change that sword." Saying that, Ye Li lightly pointed to the broken sword inserted into the ground beside the Snake King.

The Snake King bit the bottle, slowly transformed, looked at Ye Li suspiciously, "This is a broken sword, why do you want it?"

As she spoke, she opened the bottle of medicine, took a breath, and quickly closed the bottle, for fear that the smell would leak out.

"What kind of spiritual liquid is this, how can it be so powerful." Snake King asked.

Ye Li smiled gently, "It's the blood essence of some ancient race, how about it, should I change it?"

"Change!" The Snake King nodded without hesitation, then let the snakes make way, and then swam aside himself, pointing at the broken sword,

"I've seen this sword for thousands of years. It has restrictions on it. I've never pulled it out. You have to do it yourself. If you can't pull it out, you can't regret it."

She warned Ye Li, and tightly guarded the potion, for fear that Ye Li would go back on his word.

Ye Li became even more curious. He looked at the dirty swamp in front of him, and tried to cover it with gravity slightly. He came to the edge of the broken sword, and slowly raised his hand to grab the handle of the broken sword.

In an instant, Ye Li's vision was dark, he lost control of his body, and his whole body seemed to sink into the deep sea, with a strong sense of suffocation.

"kill!!!"

A roar sounded from his ears, Ye Li suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from the darkness, the tip of his nose was thick with blood, with the light entering his eyes, flesh and blood stumps slowly came into view.

A [-]-meter-tall monster screamed in front of his eyes, grabbed a person casually, and crushed his body suddenly.

People around kept rushing out, fighting with some monsters, techniques were casted out continuously, blood flew everywhere, almost all of them were scarlet, and their eyes were blood red, showing the extreme killing intent.

A monk passed through Ye Li's body, Ye Li slowly raised his hand, looked at his translucent body, and realized that he might be in an illusion.

And this illusion may not be virtual, but a real record.

It records the war between the world of cultivating immortals and the demons.

Suddenly, a ray of light broke through the gloomy clouds and fell down. Ye Li raised his head and saw a young man wearing a black robe, with a handsome face and black lines on his body.

He raised his hand slightly, and a black light appeared behind him, and then four long swords flew out, each with a different appearance, the immeasurable power on them, even if Ye Li knew that this was an illusion, he felt a crisis in his heart.

Ye Li slightly covered his heart, but he felt a sense of familiarity from the young man.

Then what he didn't expect was that the young man raised his hand lightly, and a long sword fell into his hand. With a wave of his hand, a sword energy that was thousands of miles long annihilated everything. left.

The reason for Ye Li's astonishment was that he felt a strong demon energy in this young man, and the magic pattern on his wrist seemed to be attracted, and slowly emerged.

In the surrounding fairy world army, some people also had magic patterns on their bodies, and then the magic energy was wanton, and they slaughtered the demons more and more crazily.

Ye Li was not surprised when he saw this scene.

Demonic cultivation and spiritual cultivation are originally from the same root, but it is the different paths that lead to such a big difference now.

Ye Li can be sure that the cultivation of this young man in the sky is far more than that of the Dao, it is very likely that he is a legendary saint, and he is also a saint of demon cultivation.

Immediately afterwards, after the appearance of this black-robed youth, human saints also appeared in several other places, and all of them collapsed with a wave of the world, instantly bringing back the disadvantaged situation of human beings.

But the demons were naturally unwilling, and soon, ferocious demons headed towards those saints. During the battle, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and even the surrounding space was slowly shattering.

But what makes the people happy is that their saints gained an advantage in this battle, killing the fighting power of the holy thrones of the demons one by one.

Among them, the young man in black robes manipulated four fairy swords, killing one demon clan almost instantly, and then went to kill the next one, his eyes were indifferent, and his body was full of demonic energy.

Ye Li sensed something at this moment, and subconsciously activated the Yanmo Art.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ye Li felt that after he activated the Yanmojue, the young man turned his head slowly and glanced at him, his dark eyes were indifferent and silent.

But as Ye Li blinked, it seemed as if that glance had never appeared, and the young man in the black robe continued to manipulate the four immortal swords to slay the demons.

After a long time, Ye Li came to a small hillside by himself. His hair that had recovered from jet black was blown by the bloody wind. He watched the ground in front of him collapse due to the battle, and countless human and demon races died in front of him. .

This is a very impactful picture, Ye Li slightly raised his hand and covered his mouth, he didn't like such a strong smell of blood.

If an ordinary person saw this, his willpower might collapse and he would fall into madness, but Ye Li's will was firm, and nothing could make him panic.

The evil god has always made others panic.

The war was still going on, Ye Li watched the human saints encircle and suppress the demons, and saw the king of the demons appear, in a blink of an eye, the human race suffered heavy losses, and a saint fell with it.

There was a torrential rain, and Ye Li saw the blood on the face of the black-robed young man, and he unleashed the four fairy swords, forming a sword formation with a fierce aura, and the sword aura overflowed, instantly chopping off the arm of the demon king Down.

The rest of the saints also united one after another, using a weapon method that Ye Li had never seen before. The spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth was in chaos, and the space seemed to be a layer of glass, constantly shattering.

"pat-"

A torrent swept Ye Li, and his eyes fell into darkness again.

The sound of space shattering sounded, and when Ye Li recovered, there was only a beam of light in front of him.

Under that ray of light stood a young man.

The black hair in Mopao and the demonic aura on his body is reckless. It is the saint of demon cultivator that Ye Li saw in the illusion.

The magic patterns on Ye Li's body emerged spontaneously, and the Yan Mo Art was running slowly, with traces of black mist lingering in Ye Li's hair.

The demon cultivator just looked at Ye Li with calm eyes.

"What way are you cultivating? Why do you still have spiritual energy?"

"Senior, Li Shang has a special physique, so spiritual energy and demonic energy coexist." Ye Li bowed his hands slightly.

Even in the face of this former magic cultivator saint, he can lie without changing his face.

The other party actually believed it, and raised his head slightly,

"Do you know who I am?"

Ye Li shook his head slowly, his light blue eyes were full of confusion, "I don't know, this junior."

"I am the ancestor of the Demon Sect, Luo Hu." The young man frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied that Ye Li didn't know his name.

Ye Li blinked, then bent down again, "This junior is stupid, I hope the ancestors will forgive me."

"Forget it, it's been so long after all." Luo Hu said casually, and a sword buried deep in the ground appeared between the two of them.

This sword is exactly the broken sword that Ye Li touched in the swamp.

"This sword is called Zhuxian Sword. It is one of my magical weapons. It is an innate treasure. Since you are here, take it away."

As Luo Hu said, he took a step forward and pulled out the dilapidated long sword, held it up and handed it to Ye Li.

The latter did not expect such a development. He took a step forward to take the Zhuxian sword. The blade was worn out, and there were traces of countless battles on it. As soon as he took it, Ye Li's pupils shrank slightly, and a fierce energy entered from the sword instantly. inside him.

Blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eye sockets were covered with bloodshot eyes, the devilish energy on his body was almost violent, and killing intent emerged from his mind uncontrollably.

"What is Zhuxian, you have to understand that it is not an ordinary innate treasure, and it cannot be tolerated by ordinary people. If you can't subdue it, then leave." Luo Hu's voice was unusually cold.

This is the demon energy he left in the Jade Sword, and it is also a test for those who want to pick up the Jade Sword.

Just ask, if you can't even bear the evil spirit of the Zhuxian Sword, how can you use it.

Ye Li's eyes lost focus slightly. He came to a bloody place, and in front of him were people who he had killed, or indirectly killed, with sarcasm on their faces. Seeing Ye Li's killing intent.

This is the key to the trial, if Ye Li is controlled by the killing intent in his heart, it is impossible to get the approval of Zhu Xianjian.

But what the Patriarch Luohu didn't expect was that after waiting for about one stick of incense, Ye Li's eyes slowly recovered, and then he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The Zhuxian sword in his hand faded away from its worn-out appearance at this moment, revealing the sharp and pitch-black blade underneath.

"Father, I passed." Ye Li looked at Luo Hu, blinked, his tone was flat, and he was slightly disdainful.

He felt a little outdated in that trial, and he was not a child, so how could he get angry so easily when others ridiculed him.

Luo Hu was at a loss for words for a while, watching Ye Li gently hold the Zhuxian Sword in his arms, his light blue eyes smiled,

"Godfather, can I take this sword away? I must take good care of it."

Rahu: ...

"Take it away." He shook his face coldly, not wanting to pay attention to Ye Li.

This person's character simply exceeded his expectations, his calmness was unbelievable, like a saint, he had eliminated his own emotions.