Han Ming glanced coldly at the blue-robed female cultivator, but ignored it. He just closed his hands and pinched a special magic trick, gently wiped it into the middle of his eyebrows, directly cutting layers of fine scales, breaking a wound.

As Han Ming's body surged, the tiny wound turned outward and tore straight to an inch wide. There was a gray-white disc inside that seemed to be slow and fast, and began to rotate quickly.

The gray-white disc rotated faster and faster towards the middle until it was impossible to see that it was a disc, but an oval sphere, the size of a pigeon egg, quietly standing in the wound!

"The poisonous eyes open!" Han Ming gently wiped it, and the oval sphere on the forehead flashed slightly, turning on a black mist, as if it had opened its eyelids, revealing an ink-black eyeball inside.

His eyes rolled and he glanced around indifferently.

The demon cultivators outside were stared at by black poisonous pupils. No matter what treasure they released or the various protective light curtains opened, they were instantly hit. Almost at the same time, strands of black air visible to the naked eye appeared on their faces.

An eighth-level demon cultivator is a snow fox with a very charming appearance and a very hot figure. She groaned, sprayed a mouthful of black blood, rolled her eyes, and fell directly from the air, looking like she was unaware of life and death.

The same situation is more than this. Six of the dozen transformed demon cultivators had various strange poisons in their bodies. They rolled their eyes and fell directly from the air, like dumplings. The remaining few more powerful, or some special secret techniques, even if they did not lose consciousness directly, were shaking, covered in black air and vomiting blood.

Han Ming moved, turned into a black shadow, and disappeared in an instant. In just two or three breaths, the demon cultivators who had lost consciousness, both men, women, young and beautiful, turned into white bones like the previous black giant eagle.

Many giant skeletons, bear bones, wolf bones, and snake bones fell down one after another, breaking the calm on the blue sea surface, sinking into the clear sea, and quietly piled up on the seabed together with the previous eagle bones.

After killing six eighth-level transformed demon cultivators who had no resistance, Han Ming suddenly stepped on the void and turned into a python tail, human body, four arms, and buffalo horns, Luohu's body, holding the magic dragon blade, rushed towards the remaining six demon cultivators who had not yet lost their consciousness.

Seeing this, these demon cultivators were extremely shocked and dared not stay where they were. They could only set off together and escape from behind. However, their distraction was so that they could not resist the various strange poisons in their bodies that they immediately coughed up black blood.

One of them was a 15 or 16-year-old boy who had tried his best to withstand the power of the poisonous eyes. Now that he was distracted, he rolled his eyes immediately, and his face became black and weak, and he was caught by Han Ming.

A black and red sword light flashed, and the young man turned into a light blue unknown skeleton and fell down.

The remaining five demon cultivators finally escaped behind the blue-robed female cultivator. Han Ming sneered, but stopped chasing him. He had just realized that although the tenth-level ice phoenix was also poisoned, she seemed to have some means to withstand such poison, but she was temporarily restrained and could not take action.

With a sandalwood mouth, the cultivator in the blue robe spit out a mouthful of black gas, and her face was pale, but the black gas on it was gone, and her breath was still strong.

After all, the level in the human world is too low, and the various strange poisonous things collected by Han Ming is not enough. It is still a bit powerless to deal with top-level human beings like the blue robe cultivator.

Han Ming did not expect the poisonous eyes to restrain all demon cultivators!

Han Ming didn't care about the female cultivator in his blue robe, but just lowered his head and looked at the magic knife with a slightly scarlet light in his hand, with a slight bright look in his eyes.

The reason why the Demon Dragon Blade is the most treasure of the Demonic Way is that it can devour the flesh and blood of the cultivators to enhance itself. The Demon Dragon Blade has been practiced for quite a while, but Han Ming has never had the chance to try it.

Today, he slashed nearly ten demon cultivators with strong physical bodies and strong blood. The power of the Demon Dragon Blade has increased by a large part. Holding it in his hand gives him a strong sense of confidence, and he feels that even under the God Transformation Stage, he may be able to protect himself.

Not only that, the Demon Dragon Blade also gave him some magic power to help him recover his lost mana. He activated the Wanhua Poison Eye and killed so many demon cultivators. His magic power was still full, and he was still in full bloom!

Han Ming now knows why the Demon Dragon Blade is the most powerful treasure of the Demonic Dao. This treasure is completely broken in his hand, and his power is endless. In ancient times, the legendary story of the Nascent Soul Stage holding this knife in the hands of the God Transformation Stage may be true!

According to Yiling, ninety percent of the legends in ancient times in the human world are just imitations of the Demon Dragon Blade. His Demon Dragon Blade is far more simple than ordinary imitations.

The power of his sword is not much worse than the legendary genuine magic dragon blade, and in some aspects, it is even better than the genuine magic dragon blade, a terrifying magic treasure with potential.

The Demon Dragon Blade, which had swallowed many demon cultivators' flesh and blood, seemed to have a spirit [reading a book at zero], and buzzed continuously, and the most evil blood-colored gas was flowing. It seemed to be cheering, and a long dragon roar was faintly heard from the dragon's head at its end.

It is craving for more flesh and blood to live the soul.

Holding the demon soldier in his hand, Han Ming suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the blue-robed female cultivator, as well as the transformed demon cultivator behind her who was still resisting the strange poison. A smile appeared slightly on the corner of his mouth, but there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

Except for the Black Eagle, the others who were killed before were eighth-level monsters. Although there were many, they were definitely not as good as the remaining five ninth-level monsters. If the Demon Dragon Blade swallowed these demon cultivators again, its power would definitely increase again.

If the tenth-level ice phoenix was also killed, Han Ming didn't know how powerful the Demon Dragon Blade could increase. However, he had a vague premonition. If he killed more of the tenth-level monsters, such as the strong blood, he would also be promoted to a great cultivator. This Demon Dragon Blade might really be able to kill the "god".

Being stared at Han Ming's black eyes with murderous intentions, the surviving ninth-level demon cultivators felt a sense of timidity in their hearts, and subconsciously wanted to dodge the pair of eyes, and did not dare to look at each other.

At this time, they no longer looked down upon Han Ming before, and turned all fearful. Such an existence was too powerful, and the tenth-level monster was far from that, and it should not be the level that a mid-level cultivator should have.

They used to be pretty sure, mocking this human monk who was ignorant of the world, but now when they look at it again, they are short-sighted and far from knowing that there is a sky beyond the sky.

The female cultivator in the blue robe looked at Han Ming, covered with black scales, and no longer looked down upon her eyes. She turned her solemn and cold.

Just looking at her appearance, she guessed that Han Ming might be an ancient demon left in ancient times. Although he is now in the middle stage of cultivation, his true strength cannot be measured by realm. After all, many of the original realms of the ancient demons in the lower realm are above the transformation of gods, and there are even two major realms higher than transformation of gods, and even three major realms of the demon ancestors distracted the gods!

What's more, there is a terrifying demon soldier in this demon's hand that seems to exist only in the legend.
Chapter completed!