Ye Yang heard the words and hurriedly absorbed the power.
In the meantime, the beast soul in the magic knife quickly turned into a trace of energy and penetrated into Ye Yang's body.
More powerful power was condensed around the blade and slowly flowed into Ye Yang along the handle.
Inside his body and around him, there was a huge starry sky force field.
Ye Yang was very smart and did not let the power in the magic knife leak out too much.
"Sizzle" The soul-eating demon knife trembled slightly, making a low sound, and was instantly burned red.
Ye Yang stood above the divine dragon cauldron in the air, holding the hot demon knife in his hand, with his eyes closed, surrounded by the flames of true energy.
No one can get close at all, and even the two eighth-level magic beasts Qinghu in the distance can only stare at it with eager eyes, but they dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool.
Ye Yang closed his eyes and frowned.
His body was undergoing a very unbearable process of refining the soul-eating magic knife.
However, his body was also tempered by the art of hundreds of refinements.
His blood was boiling, and every blood vessel was filled with blood.
They are all filled with elemental power and the power of the starry sky.
With the spray, the whole body is rapidly strengthened.
Even, Ye Yang could faintly feel that his strength was improving rapidly, perhaps, he had crossed a certain realm.
Entering a state of selflessness, Ye Yang was immersed in sleep.
"Ziyu" A charming voice came from the distance.
Ye Yang opened his eyes, only to see a beautiful woman wearing a thin red dress and a black cloak stepping out of the air.
Her slender feet were not covered with a trace of cloth.
Every line came out.
With one step, a red ripple appeared in the air, like a fairy, but with a charming attitude that was both good and evil.
"Sister Zengxuan," Ye Yang said blankly.
With a smile on his face, Zingxuan came to Ye Yang in the air, stretched out his snow arm, touched Ye Yang's cheek, and said with a smile: "You have had a hard time these days."
Ye Yang nodded: "Sister Zengxuan, just be fine."
"oh" Zongxuan smiled and said: "Sister, I miss you so much these days.
Why have you never come to see me, you little heartless person?"
Before Ye Yang could answer, a sharp light suddenly flashed past.
The next moment, Zing Xuan's entire arm left his body, and blood splattered.
Ye Yang was so frightened that he could hardly bear to look at it.
Zong Xuan's face turned pale, and he bit his silver Ya made a low cry of pain, looked at Ye Yang with a pair of beautiful eyes full of attachment, and said lightly: "You must find me."
In the sky, a black storm descended, and Ye Yang had no way to stop it.
He watched helplessly as Zingxuan was torn into pieces of flesh and blood in the storm, and was torn to pieces.
“No, no, no” Ye Yang roared wildly and suddenly opened his eyes, but he was in a dream.
However, he had actually entered the second transformation state of the Vulcan Warrior.
His golden eyes were full of ruthlessness and he looked into the distance in deathly silence.
Deep hatred emerged.
"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Fang's voice came: "You have a nightmare" "Yeah."
Ye Yang murmured: "I dreamed about Sister Zengxuan, she was killed."
Qin Fang said: "Don't think too much."
"Grandpa, how long has it been?"
Ye Yang looked up and found that there was a steady drizzle in the sky.
He had been immersed in the practice of the Hundred Refining Techniques for an unknown amount of time.
"Four days and four nights."
Qin Fang said: "The power in the soul-devouring magic sword is so powerful, so it took you four days and four nights to absorb at least 90% of the power in the magic sword.
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Didn't you Do you feel that your strength has broken through the second level of the starry sky and reached the middle level of the third level of the starry sky?"
"What"
Ye Yang was shocked, raised his palm, exerted a little force, and suddenly a cone of flames condensed, powerful and fierce.
As expected, the power was more than doubled than before.
"I didn't expect that the power in this soul-eating demon sword would be so powerful," Ye Yang murmured, knowing very well that when he killed Ying Zheng, he did not seize Ying Zheng's death crystal core, but took it.
This soul-eating demon sword seems to be a loss, but in fact it is a sure-profit deal.
After refining the soul-eating demon sword, its strength has increased by leaps and bounds, which is far beyond what the soul crystal core can match.
Falling to the ground, Ye Yang approached the edge of the Divine Dragon Cauldron, only to find that after the beast soul in the soul-eating magic sword was refined, the magic sword had been refined into a pile of cold iron with a cyan luster, immersed in the fierce flames, and had solidified. .
"This is" "Yes, this is the polar cold iron."
Qin Fang said solemnly: "I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never seen such magic iron several times.
It has excellent texture and unparalleled toughness.
Moreover, the cold iron contains possesses extremely vast cosmic power, and this power seems to be It is more powerful than the power of the starry sky.
Ziyu, I am only the fifth level of the starry sky and do not know the deeper mysteries of the universe.
However, you have a good chance to keep this piece of polar cold iron and wait until you have a suitable beast soul crystal core.
You can forge a unique magic weapon."
"Um."
Ye Yang did not hesitate to put away the cold iron and threw it into the Qiankun bag, then put away the Shenlong Cauldron and looked far into the distance.
His vision reached dozens of miles away and was very wide.
Sure enough, after entering the third level of the starry sky, his strength increased.
It has indeed improved a lot.
If the Vulcan transforms, it is not impossible to defeat the fourth-level powerhouse in the starry sky.
“Too long a delay” Ye Yang frowned and said: "In that direction, I felt a very evil aura.
It must be where the Shura Palace is."
"Yes."
Qin Fang whispered: "Be careful.
Although your strength has improved greatly, there are still people in the Shura Palace who can subdue you.
Remember, don't die.
You carry the hope of the Vulcan clan and also me." hope" "I understand, Grandpa Qin Fang, I will spare my life."
Ye Yang took a deep breath and suddenly fired out electricity.
His whole body turned into a meteor that streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed.
He just blinked and disappeared into the sky without a trace.
Flying at extremely high speed, in less than an hour, we were getting closer and closer to the evil aura.
In the distance, a majestic mountain range is shrouded under thick blood-red clouds, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling can be faintly heard.
Evil energy is rampant in the mountains.
It is obvious that the Shura Palace has arrived.
"Keng" Ye Yang raised his hand and pulled out the True Fire Sword, and said coldly: "Shura Hall, I'm here."
Flying through the air, Ye Yang was careful and stayed close to the jungle, suppressing the energy released from his body and not wanting to alert the enemy too early.
Suddenly, a cry came from not far away.
It was a dark black altar, standing in the jungle.
There were about hundreds of people on the altar, kneeling on the ground.
Some were praying, and some were praying.
Crying.
Around the altar, there is a circle of upside-down sword totems.
On each sword is a human head, some of which are freshly dead.
The blood flows into the altar floor along with the swords.
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Ye Yang's heart tightened.
It had long been rumored that the people in the Shura Palace were vicious, worshiped the Dark Shura God, and often sacrificed the blood of living people to obtain the power of Shura.
Now it seemed that the tragic scene in front of him was exactly what was said in the legend.
Blood sacrifice: