"This kid...what's going on?!"

The evil sword turned into the bones of his own life was like tofu, crushed by him so easily?

Is this... really a "person"?!

The old demon cultivator was shocked and confused.

But he didn't want to just sit back and die.

This kid may be a formidable enemy, but after hundreds of years of planning and hard work, he finally transformed into an evil sword demon, and he is definitely not an ant that can be manipulated by him!

If you don't fight to the death, you don't know who will win in the end.

If you don't work hard, how can you know that you can't win?

"good……"

The old demon cultivator, who has bones as his body and sword bones as his limbs, has a strong fighting spirit in his ferocious eyes. The bone sword is filled with venom-like demonic energy, and the aura around him is constantly rising. The body of bones is also

Gradually it grew stronger, and the bloody sword energy wrapped around the body.

"Today, I will meet you and let you know how terrifying the body of the Sword Demon is!"

The old demon cultivator's gaze was sharp, and he turned from stillness in an instant, activating the power of the demon, and struck with the force.

The huge bone sword condensed with majestic demonic energy slashed at Mo Hua instantly with terrifying power.

This bone sword is very huge.

Mo Hua's body is not even as tall as a bone sword.

But he looked calm and only punched lightly.

The small fist faced the huge white bone magic sword.

In just an instant, the White Bone Demon Sword was shattered into pieces by Mo Hua's fist.

The old demon cultivator looked horrified, but he was still unwilling to give in and tried his best to attack.

For a moment, the white sword bones, the demonic sword energy, the evil sword intent... were stirring in the blood pool.

The old demon masters swordsmanship and has many tricks.

Regardless of whether it is the sword bone, sword energy, or sword intention, no matter how bloody and terrifying it is, or how powerful it is, the ink painting remains unchanged and adapts to all changes, but there is only one punch.

With one punch, the sword bones are broken, the sword energy disappears, and the sword intention is extinguished.

There is no move that he can't solve with one punch.

The old demon cultivator became more and more shocked, but also more frightened and angry.

Must work hard!

If you don’t work hard, you won’t even have a chance to work hard!

The aura of the old demon cultivator changed again, his pupils turned black, sword bones kept growing out of his body, like the jointed limbs of a long insect, and his body also turned into a centipede, rising higher and higher. At the same time, the evil thoughts on his body,

It is getting richer and richer, and is infinitely close to the peak of the second grade...

"You forced me to do this..."

The old demon cultivator laughed ferociously.

Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with a calm expression, his eyes were still indifferent, and there was even a hint of disappointment.

"Tired of..."

Mo Hua said calmly.

The old demon cultivator's ferocious laughter suddenly stopped, and what followed in his heart was a bone-chilling panic.

The next moment, the ink painting disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already on top of the old demon cultivator.

Mo Hua leaped high and looked down, lightly kicking him.

This kick was like a heavy hammer, slamming down violently.

The old demon cultivator was hit hard to the ground like a cannonball.

It was in severe pain all over, and its skull even had cracks.

But before it could recover, it heard a "creak" sound.

The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked sideways, he was horrified to discover that all its bone sword joints and limbs had been broken off by Mo Hua's white hands, leaving not a single one.

The old demon cultivator struggled hard, but to no avail.

At this moment, ink painting has already grasped its spine.

With just a pinch, its spine will be broken.

The old demon cultivator was so shocked that he immediately shouted in horror:

"Little ancestor, spare your life!"

The movement of ink painting is slightly stagnant.

When the old demon cultivator saw this, he immediately said:

"Little ancestor, spare my life, I will be of great use!"

Mo Hua stepped on his head, "What are you good for?"

Having his head stepped on, the old demon cultivator felt humiliated, but his heart was filled with despair:

"Where does this kid come from, what kind of existence does he have, and how can he be so terrifying?"

He never expected that the sword demon Xie Sui, who was at the peak of the second rank and was integrated with the natal evil sword, would actually be like an ant, being "touched" by this little ancestor at will, without the slightest ability to fight back.

Some people don't know how terrible it is until they actually take action.

Some things, if you don't try hard, you won't know how hopeless it is.

The old demon cultivator said in a trembling voice:

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything."

"What will you do?"

Mo Hua asked condescendingly and in an interrogative tone, as if he would kill the old demon cultivator and break his spine if he disagreed with her.

The old demon cultivator panicked: "I can forge swords!"

"Oh?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

The old demon cultivator hurriedly said: "I am a disciple of Tai'amen, and I was once a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. I am proficient in the art of refining weapons and the art of forging swords. I have cast countless swords in this hell of ten thousand demons, and my skills have been honed countless times.

, perfect..."

"As long as you spare my life, little ancestor, I am willing to ride on your horse and forge swords and refine weapons for you."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You have forgotten that you are already dead. Now you are a sword demon and an evil spirit. What kind of sword can you help me forge?"

The old demon cultivator's expression trembled.

It forgot that it was no longer a human being, not even a demon cultivator.

How can you forge a sword with a body that is full of evil spirits?

The little hand painted in ink gestures to break its spine.

The old demon cultivator felt chills all over his body and immediately said: "I can teach you!"

"teach?"

"That's right," the old demon said, "Although I can't make weapons or swords myself, I have rich experience and knowledge in making weapons. I can tell you whatever you want to know..."

Mo Hua's expression was a little hesitant, not knowing what he was thinking. His eyes were dangerous for a moment and relaxed for a moment.

The old demon cultivator's heart was racing up and down with Mo Hua's eyes, feeling uneasy.

It thought for a moment and then said immediately:

"The magic weapon of destiny!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, his eyes slightly bright.

When the old demon cultivator saw this, he was overjoyed and immediately said as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"The magic weapon of destiny! I have the most orthodox inheritance of Tai'amen and know how to refine the magic weapon of destiny!"

"You spare my life, and I will help you refine your magic weapon!"

"Knives, spears, swords, axes... any kind of magic weapon will do. I know the refining methods. I can tell you all the refining methods!"

Mo Hua looked confused, "How do I know you won't lie to me?"

The old demon cultivator said: "I can make a poisonous oath and swear to heaven. If I tell a lie, the sky will strike with thunder, my soul will be scattered, and I will not be reincarnated!"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I have Junior Brother Mu. He will help me refine my natal magic weapon and so on."
To be continued...