405: C405 The Holy Demon Supreme Being

C405 The Holy Demon Supreme Being

The ancient Heart Cleaning Pool had accumulated countless years of pure energy and evil energy, and the energy contained within it was violent to the extreme.

The white robe on Ye Feng's body turned into mist the moment it came into contact with the liquid in the pool. His robust body was submerged in the pool.

If one looked closely, one would notice that cold sweat was flowing down his forehead. However, he did not even let out a muffled groan.

"Senior Brother Wuchen, I remember that last time you were in the Heart Purifying Pool, you screamed for three days and three nights!"

"Tch ~ You're still talking about me. Didn't you cry in pain that day?"

A few Sky Soul Realm expert's faces were embarrassed. Ye Feng's unyielding and unyielding character really made them admire him.

One had to know that this was an Earth Soul Stage martial cultivator! The strength of a Martial Body was far from being as strong as a Heavenly Soul Realm.

The milky white liquid from the spirit eye entered Ye Feng's body through the pores on his body, and he felt a cool feeling.

The cells on the left side of his body were continuously necrotic and regenerated, and they were covered in a layer of pure white light.

The right side of his body was the exact opposite. Once the black liquid entered his skin, it immediately corroded his meridians and bones.

It was even more vicious than Xin Lei's saliva, and it almost emptied half of his body.

There was a holy light on the surface of his bones, and it was trying its best to resist this mucus. However, it was very obvious that the effect was not very good.

Ye Feng was shocked!

Bewitching was indeed not that simple. Just this process alone was enough to scare away most of the martial cultivator.

Right at this moment, Wuxin and the other nine experts started chanting profound incantations.

Although it was nine people casting the spell at the same time, Ye Feng could hear the incantation clearly when he heard it.

The ninth level of the Prajna Heart Sutra!

At the same time, besides the Dragon Sovereign, the eyes of the other nine statues of the true spirit shone at the same time.

At this moment, it was as if the howls of all kinds of demonic beasts were echoing in the void. The nine statues opened their mouths and spat out rays of mystic light, instantly surrounding Ye Feng.

Such a strange scene would only appear in the mysterious formation.

After the profound light wrapped around Ye Feng, no one could see what was happening inside anymore, and they couldn't help but worry for him.

"Absorbing the spirit eye and demon eye at the same time. I have never seen such a situation before. Will it be a Saint or a Devil in the end?"

"The pain is probably a hundred times greater than ours!"

"Just the Heart Sutra of Prajna alone, each of us only dares to cultivate a single level. Can his body withstand that tyrannical power?"

Wuxin chanted a Buddhist proclamation and said, "There is a kind of Divine Path that no one has cultivated since the Middle Ages!"

Hiss ~

The expressions of the others changed greatly. Only now did they understand what kind of terrifying existence this young man before them was!

"Could it be the legendary Holy Demon Dao, becoming a Supreme Holy Demon Supreme Saint!?"

"But this kind of strange Dao Law has already been lost in the middle ages. There are only a few records in the ancient texts!"

In the lowest level of martial cultivator, the Heavenly Soul Stage was called Martial Dao. After entering the Golden Dragon Realm, one's body would undergo a tremendous change, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Becoming a Saint in one dynasty was a cultivation technique and martial skill that cultivated the Divine Path.0

There was also a type of person that was infected with too much blood and Qi, or for some other reason, accidentally entering the Devil Dao, and would also evolve into a special Dao technique of the Devil Dao.

At the same time, experts who cultivated the Saint Dao and the Devil Dao, even in the outer regions, there was not a single person, and only records from the ancient times could find traces of them.

Mystic rays wrapped around the ball, and from within came a series of incantations. Ye Feng's body was constantly absorbing the energy within the profound light and the black and white liquid.

After an unknown amount of time, the nine of them had never taken a step away, and the scriptures in their mouths had never stopped.

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