The Ancient Vast Realm

"Not good, this kid seems to have absorbed too much blood essence of insect beasts, something is wrong!"

"The insect beasts in this secret realm have already been stimulated by the Secret Realm Hall to have the most primitive crazy will, and now this kid has absorbed so much of the blood essence of these insect beasts, I'm afraid he will not be able to survive this crisis."

In the Secret Realm Hall, many people who saw Feng Xuan's current situation quickly reacted to what Feng Xuan was like now.

For them, although they did not see the process of Feng Xuan devouring the blood essence of insect beasts in the water curtain, it was not difficult to guess his current situation.

At this time, even the elders of the fourth realm frowned and shook their heads, obviously not optimistic that Feng Xuan could survive the impact of this crazy will, not to mention that he was in the dangerous insect realm at this time.

Even if Feng Xuan was not swallowed by the terrifying insect tide, he would eventually become a madman because of the huge will impact.

For this most common sequelae of practicing the demon way, everyone has seen too many of them.

Why the cultivation method of the demon path is not welcomed by many people is that there are too many flaws, and one of them is that it can easily lead to madness.

Crazy people are too easy to lose control, which is not a good thing for themselves or the people around them.

In the corner of the secret hall, a figure frowned and looked at Feng Xuan in the water curtain, muttering to himself:

"Oh no, should I inform the master now that my junior brother who has not yet become a disciple is going to become a madman... or I should find a new one"

Chi Longyun shot a flying insect beast into pieces and rushed towards Feng Xuan.

He could naturally see that Feng Xuan was wrong at this time. Although Feng Xuan seemed to be extremely brave at this time, if he continued like this, he would definitely die!

"Brother Feng, wake up!"

Chi Longyun shouted while instructing the blood-colored dragon circling beside him to kill the insect beast, while advancing towards Feng Xuan with difficulty.

However, it was only a few hundred meters away, but it was extremely difficult to move forward at this time. The flying insects and beasts in the sky also determined that even if he stepped on the blood dragon to fly into the air, he could not quickly reach Feng Xuan.

As if he heard Chi Longyun's voice, Feng Xuan's increasingly bloodthirsty and crazy eyes looked in the direction of Chi Longyun, and there was a moment of trance.

"Who is that... Chi... Brother Chilong, go! Go! Stay away from me!"

Feng Xuan's expression was first slightly confused, and then his face was painful.

While holding the snake-chopping knife and killing continuously, he hit his head hard with his hands, as if he wanted to drive away the chaotic voices in his mind.

He looked at everyone with the last of his conscious mind, gritted his teeth and killed in the direction where the insects and beasts were rushing, wanting to stay away from everyone.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that something seemed to interfere with his thoughts. If not, how could the residual spirits of those insects and beasts force him to such a point.

At this moment, Feng Xuan even subconsciously forgot the existence of the Secret Realm Order.

Above Feng Xuan's head, which no one could see, a huge black fog vortex was constantly swirling, and waves of black air kept pouring out of the black fog vortex, as if looking for something.

Between the black fog vortex and Feng Xuan, a drop of blood emitting colorful divine light was spinning madly, constantly emitting divine light to suppress the invasion of black fog.

Below it, a stream of misty air fell, turning into a barrier to protect Feng Xuan's figure.

However, as time went by, with the continuous support of the black fog vortex, a lot of black air finally broke through the barrier of the colorful divine blood and came towards Feng Xuan.

As these black airs approached, Feng Xuan's expression became more and more crazy, and he was about to lose his mind.

In the sea of ​​black fog behind the black fog vortex, waves of black fog kept surging, as if behind the black fog, there was something more terrifying about to approach.

At this moment, a small bronze scroll in Feng Xuan's body seemed to have sensed something, and some rust fell off its rusty surface.

Buzz——

Instantly, an indescribable force vibrated out like a huge bell, and the invisible ripples spread out. In just a moment, it not only drove away all the black fog around Feng Xuan, but also shattered the gradually expanding black fog vortex.

Without the existence of the black fog vortex, the black fog seemed to have lost Feng Xuan's position again like a rootless duckweed. The black air was looking around like a headless fly, but it could no longer break through the barrier of the seven-colored divine blood.

Roar——

As the black fog vortex dissipated, an unwilling roar seemed to be transmitted from the depths of the black fog sea, constantly echoing in the fog sea.

When the black fog vortex collapsed, a layer of rusty copper rust climbed up the bronze scroll again, as if nothing had happened.

However, the seven-colored divine blood that returned to Feng Xuan's body was much dimmer than before.

And this seven-colored divine blood with some spirituality seemed to have never noticed the existence of the bronze scroll from beginning to end.

The black fog disappeared, the black fog vortex collapsed, and Feng Xuan's eyes, which were gradually becoming crazy, suddenly flashed a trace of clarity.

Feeling the insect and beast spirits that kept howling, a trace of hostility flashed across his face, revealing a bit of ferocity.

"Want to erode me? They are just some residual spirits. Since I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! The law protects my body - the sword will cut my soul!"

Feng Xuan bit his tongue, stimulated himself, and immediately mobilized his own law power and sword will to guard his soul.

On Feng Xuan's body, waves of storm power gradually spread out, and the violent wind blades crushed some approaching wild beasts like a whirlpool.

The rich artistic conception also surrounded him, evolving into five different sword intentions, surrounding Feng Xuan's body.

Gradually, five swords of different colors hung in the void, each emitting different five elements of power.

"Cut it for me!"

A trace of determination flashed across Feng Xuan's face.

With his order, the five elements of sword intention turned into streams of light of different colors and instantly slashed into his body.

With each fall of the five elements of sword intention, Feng Xuan's face became paler.

When the last sword intention emitting the heavy power of a mountain entered the body, screams seemed to come from the body.

Feng Xuan's face was as pale as gold paper, and his body was already a little unable to stand.

He stood the snake-slaying stand in front of him, slightly supporting his body. Although his face was extremely ugly, the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined with an arc.

He succeeded!

He turned the Five Elements Sword Intent into the Soul-Severing Blade, and finally chopped most of the residual souls in his body into pieces. Although they were still scattered in his body, they could no longer gather together to cause trouble.

It would be fine if he slowly purified these things with the power of soul essence.

Feng Xuan smiled bitterly when he looked at his scarred soul.

Although the Soul-Severing Blade transformed by the Five Elements Sword Intent chopped the residual souls in his body into pieces, it also inevitably hurt his own soul.

That is to say, he dared to be so crazy because he had a bronze space and soul essence. If ordinary people dared to do the same as him, they would have killed themselves long ago.

If it weren't for his own strong soul, and the soul essence would constantly repair the injured soul, this time would be really troublesome.

Fortunately, although his soul was injured at this time, his own combat power still retained most of it. He could feel that as long as he didn't use too much power of law and artistic conception, it would be fine.