Chapter 323: Millions of Faith-Forged Demon Soldiers

Inside a trembling sea of ​​blood, it was like boiling hot water, constantly surging.

The surging bubbles kept swelling on the surface of the sea of ​​blood, boiling out wisps of black demonic energy. The huge bubbles were like lumps on the back of a toad, and strong fluctuations rolled out of the sea of ​​blood, as if some terrible existence was bred inside, and was being born little by little as time went by.

The smell of sulfur became stronger and stronger, as if in hell, surging with a surging bloody breath, and the murderous intent in the air was almost materialized, suffocating, and almost filled the entire space.

It seemed that the whole world was shrouded in this terrible murderous intent.

It turned this place into a terrible death killing field.

At this moment, Zheng Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, as if communicating with the abyss of the Nine Nether Hell, revealing an unimaginable depth. His expression was tense, and his eyes stared at the boiling sea of ​​blood at the core of the incense world without blinking, as if he was afraid of missing any omissions.

The existence nurtured in it is exactly what Zheng Yi is looking forward to.

With the remnants of the Seven Killings contained in the Seven Killings Monument, combined with the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, and the Heaven-Cutting Vine as a bridge, after being thoroughly refined, a terrible killing demon soldier will be born soon.

At such an exciting moment, even he could not completely maintain a calm state of mind.

Swish! Swish!

The void seemed to crack, and a great killing intent first spread out, and the entire space began to shake violently, as if it could not bear such a terrifying killing state of mind.

If this place was not within the incense and fire realm, it was believed by millions of people and suppressed by the power of incense, I am afraid it might really break through the space and run to an unknown place.

First, a blood-red sword light rushed straight into the sky, and the blooming sword light continued to magnify in the eyes, carrying a cold murderous aura, like the sickle wielded by the god of death, the terrible breath of death, swept through the space, making people feel like their heads and bodies would be separated in the next second.

Following closely, another black sword light rose up, and that sword light was also exactly the same. The terrible aura of death was almost solidified, forming an innate domain belonging to the sword, absolutely controlling everything around.

Drawing a circle in the space, that terrible death power can directly break the world and kill all living things in sight.

Heaven creates all things to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay heaven.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

A total of seven bloody characters, all of which are shocking killing tactics.

Shockingly, they are engraved on the two sword bodies, one black and one red.

Deep into the sword body, spreading like blood vessels, like a god in the sword, making the two sword bodies full of the invisible power of the seven killing origins, representing the terrifying majesty of the peerless killing weapon.

Zheng Yi's eyes flickered, and the brilliance in his eyes was bright. At this moment, his spirit was highly nervous. Even he, the master of forging, felt a completely different power from the two death swords at this moment.

It was a kind of unruly, murderous and terrifying smell.

Even if he, the sword master, could not surrender, he would be attacked by these two killing swords.

Became the first sacrifice of the blood sacrifice of the two seven killing swords.

Yes, Zheng Yi succeeded.

The way of cutting the sky contained in the sky-cutting vine is extraordinary.

Using it as a bridge, Zheng Yi intercepted the seven killing remnants of the origin of the seven killing monument, and imprinted them in the two great demon blood-transforming swords, making them further transformed into killing magic weapons.

So the two swords, one black and one red, had no other patterns on them, only seven killing words.

Whether it was a knife or a sword, it was only an external form, and its core was a killing magic weapon.

Its sharpness could easily kill any strong man, even the dragon king of the Yuanying period with a solid body and incomparably powerful. If he was attacked by these two demon soldiers, no matter how hard the dragon scales were, he would not be able to withstand the killing of this terrible long sword.

Avici!

Yuan Tu!

Zheng Yi inexplicably remembered these two names, and the terrible meanings they represent are just right for the two black and red killing swords.

This in itself represents many levels.

It is no exaggeration to say that under the blessing of the Seven Killings, the third form of the magic weapon was finally opened, and the two Abi Sword and Yuantu Sword representing hell and death were born, which undoubtedly made Zheng Yi's methods more profound.

Zheng Yi tried to communicate with the two swords, but whether it was Abi or Yuantu, a strong sense of rejection came from the sword body. The sword body was too murderous and even began to bite back its master.

"Sure enough, it's out of control."

"It seems that refining treasures too much is not a good thing..."

Zheng Yi looked at the two swords floating in the sky, emitting a monstrous killing field, and said with a sneer.

"But weapons are weapons. If they cannot be used by people, then why keep you around?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire incense world was like the stars shifting. In the air filled with fireworks, a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun descended with a hazy divine text.

The terrifying pressure was like the power of the world gathered together. Each of the five fingers crossed the void, stretched out the world, and fiercely embraced the two huge killing divine weapons.

"Clang!"

The Abi Sword was the first to soar into the sky, setting off a series of dazzling blood rays. At the same time, the Yuantu Sword that followed closely also exuded a monstrous demonic energy. One black and one red, setting off a long river of killing. The two demonic swords merged and soared into the sky.

Sprinting towards the palm of Yin Tianzi's Dharma body.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Even in the face of the suppression of the entire incense world, he still dared to resist, fighting for the demise of the sword and the collapse of the world.

Boom.

The huge palm of Yin Tianzi's Dharma body fell first, suppressing it fiercely. Even the two killing demons and the long river of sword energy were born in Zheng Yi's palm after all. They were greatly affected and imprisoned in the incense world. The invisible world power, with the power of millions of people's incense, suppressed them fiercely in the middle, and they could not tremble.

Hualala!

Hualala!

Lala!

The sound of violent metal collisions sounded in the void, and the trembling of metal chains sounded wildly. From the void of the Dharma world, countless incense condensed into black chains like angry dragons, as thick as mountains, tightly entangled the two blood-colored and black Abi Swords and Yuantu Swords in the void.

The chain incense law suppressed, carrying the power of the Nine Nether Prison, just like locking up two soaring dragons, trapping them tightly.

"Refining platform, incense, help me to sacrifice the magic weapon!"

Zheng Yi shouted, and suddenly, under the Abi Sword and Yuan Tu Sword, without any fuel, a brilliant flame burst out of the void. It was not an ordinary flame, but a spiritual flame condensed by the faith of millions of people.

Under Zheng Yi's control, the two killing magic swords were burned madly, the impurities in them were tempered, and the spirit in them was completely tamed.

The chain kept shaking and entangled. The two Abi Swords and Yuan Tu Swords struggled madly. The power was enough to shake the space, but they were locked by the invisible spiritual chain and could only be sacrificed by the spiritual fire of millions of incense.

Zheng Yi just sat cross-legged in the void, facing the Abi Sword and Yuan Tu Sword head-on, and constantly cast blood curses, re-sacrificing the two magic swords bit by bit.

Up and down, left and right, in the void, there was silence, only the crackling sound of millions of incense spirit flames burning.

Time passed little by little, but no one knew how long it had passed.

Until half a year later, Zheng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, he let out a long breath, and his pale face showed a ray of blood.

It took a whole half year, under the suppression of the incense world, with the help of millions of faith flames, finally refining these two killing swords into his heart and blood, which was really not easy.

"The killing sword is strong, but the killing is too strong, which hurts the harmony of heaven and is extremely difficult to tame."

"If I didn't occupy the position of time and place, and suppress it with the supreme incense rules and laws of Yin Tianzi, it would not be easy to subdue these two magic swords..."

Above the void, Zheng Yi slowly stood up, looked at the two magic swords, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yuan Tu, Abi, since you have been conferred, why don't you return to your position quickly!"

Zheng Yi snorted coldly and said.

Then the void was shaken and the chains disappeared.

Two dragon roars of "clang" slashed through the void.

The Abi Sword and the Yuantu Sword were like tamed wolfhounds, crossing two sword-like mountains and rivers.

Swish!

They came in front of him.

Although still suspended in the void, the terrifying killing mood was still flowing. Seven blood-red twisted ghost-painted runes-like "kill" characters kept flashing on their swords, surrounding them, and spreading unimaginable sharpness.

Zheng Yi's eyes twitched. Facing these two killing demon soldiers in person, even he, the master of the soldiers, could feel the piercing sword edge, as if to tear his body and soul apart.

However, the demon swords had been tamed after all, and for him, these minor injuries were not insurmountable.

He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the hilts of the two swords.

Swish!

Holding two long swords, the hilts represent the relief of hell, and on the blades, there is a gray light flowing, and seven terrifying killing words. Even under the sunlight, there is no light at all. It looks like a black hole-like material flow.

However, this dead grayness represents the power of death. The flowing breath of death permeates the air, as if it is going to freeze the entire space.

It is a rotten smell from the end of the underworld, representing the end of all death.

Any creature, any strong man, any existence, among all the life forms that Zheng Yi has seen, has never seen an existence that can escape death.

Therefore, in his current concept, this hell represents the end of life.

The power contained in it is even more terrifying. When the power of death comes, all life cannot resist.

There is no doubt that the two death blades formed by this third form, Avici and Yuantu, represent the embodiment of death and killing.

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