The sinister energy was bone-chilling, seeping into every part of his body.
It was as if a gate in his body had been opened. After breaking through his limits, his vitality stat surged rapidly, breaking through 100,101, 102, 103 …
It was like a flood that had been accumulating for a long time had suddenly broken through the dam, rising rapidly with unstoppable momentum.
Eight-Branched Force!
Feng Lin instinctively comprehended the essence of this sinister energy. It was formed from the origin of the Yamata no Orochi, the core of the demon's power. It had the effect of turning something rotten into something magical.
Demons were born from the essence of heaven and earth. Their energy contained the laws of heaven and earth, able to allow living beings to break through their limits.
After his vitality stat broke through 100, Feng Lin's aura changed drastically. His vitality fluctuations formed a material pressure that twisted the space, manifesting many vortexes. Even light rays were distorted. It was like a formless mountain pressing down, making it hard for one to breathe.
Such pressure, this person's vitality stat had definitely reached the interstellar cultivator level!
Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess had sinister looks on their faces as they roared.
"Who are you exactly?"
"You actually dare to seize the treasure of our country? “
The treasures in their hands flew away. Their eyes were cold as they surrounded Feng Lin and attacked him.
Feng Lin swept his gaze over. How could he allow them to disturb his vitality stat breakthrough? Under the control of his spirit force, the Daitengu flapped its wings and soared through the air like an eagle.
As one of the few great demons in Japanese mythology, the Daitengu's recovery speed was shocking. In three days, it had already recovered from the heavy injuries it had suffered from Feng Lin earlier. The katana in its hand slashed out continuously, containing the power to slash through everything.
Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess had fused with the demon and weren't easy to deal with. They unleashed all sorts of saber arts and spells.
However, the Daitengu had the ability to fly and was extremely fast. It wouldn't be like the Yamata no Orochi, not dodging at all and allowing itself to be burned by the Amaterasu black flames. It rapidly transformed into a gust of demonic wind that surrounded the two of them, launching attacks from all directions.
The two humans and one demon were in a stalemate, unable to separate even after a long time.
As for Feng Lin, he stood at his original location, not affected at all. He quietly sensed the changes in his body.
The eight-branched force flowed through his entire body. Everywhere it passed by, his flesh and bones seemed to break through the bottleneck of the Xiantian realm, growing without limits. The demonic qi permeated his body and he started to demonify.
Demons were innately born transcendent creatures. Demonifying was the same as transcending.
After the body's flesh and blood began to transform into energy, it gradually broke free from the shackles of the physical cells, and there was no limit to its growth.
"Submit to me and become my sword slave, and you will obtain boundless power!" The eight-branched force emitted a bewitching voice that seeped into Feng Lin's heart, shaking his will and causing him to lose his resistance.
If an ordinary person's will was not strong enough, they would probably fall into it in an instant.
However, Feng Lin's Spirit Gene had been strengthened to 7 points, and it wasn't for nothing. His will was as tough as steel, and he instantly suppressed the bewitching voice.
But then he was shocked to find that the power of Eight-Branched Serpent retreated like the tide, refusing to strengthen him at all.
As expected of the Demonic Sword, it would not increase one's vitality for free. Instead, the price to pay was to become a sword slave!
If I don't squeeze you dry today, I won't be surnamed Feng!
A sinister smile appeared on Feng Lin's face. He retracted his spirit force into the depths of his heart, not resisting at all.
The bewitching will of the demon sword instantly counterattacked, gushing into his mind like tidal waves. It seemed to have sensed that Feng Lin had already lost all resistance. The eight-branched force no longer held back and continued to transform his body, increasing the strength of its sword slave.
Feng Lin's vitality stat soared. 110, 120, 130 … It rose in a straight line to 150, and it was still increasing.
All the bottlenecks in his body were broken through. His qi and blood flowed through his entire body. His qi and blood were like mercury, scorching like fire. Even the cells in his body glowed with an energy luster.
The demon sword also began to twist as though it was alive. It coiled around Feng Lin's arm and let out a buzzing sound, as though it was laughing in satisfaction.
208！
Finally, Feng Lin's vitality stat broke through the 200 mark, more than twice of what it was before. He wasn't an elite cultivator, but he had surpassed one.
But at this step, his vitality stat completely stagnated, not moving at all!
It was about time. It was worth it for him to pay such a huge price!
Ripples appeared in the depths of Feng Lin's heart.
No matter how miraculous the eight-branched force was, there was a limit to it. It allowed him to increase the vitality stat of an interstellar cultivator. If he continued to ask for more, he would be too greedy.
Staring at the bewitching thoughts of the demon sword in his mind, Feng Lin silently laughed. He no longer suppressed his spirit force, and it erupted forth like a volcano.
The Demon Sword's bewitching evil thoughts were instantly dispersed like dried twigs being smashed apart.
One must know that Feng Lin was walking on the Sun Wukong Mythological Path.
Sun Wukong was also the Heart Monkey. The heavens couldn't cover his eyes, and the earth couldn't bury his heart. His spirit force was so strong that even gods and buddhas couldn't suppress it. How could it be shaken by a mere demon sword?
Feng Lin abruptly opened his eyes and stood up. His aura underwent a drastic change, and he was like a human-shaped volcano. His qi and blood seethed in his meridians, suppressing the violent and terrifying energy.
The Daitengu had the highest combat prowess among the three great demons of the Japanese Ocean Continent. But even when fighting one against two, against Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess who had fused with the demon sword, it was still at a disadvantage. Its ending was incomparably miserable. Its hands and wings that were wielding the sword were all severed, and it exploded into a ball of demonic qi, vanishing from the spot.
Feng Lin didn't feel any pity. He initially thought that he could rely on the Daitengu to increase his combat prowess. But now that he had obtained the eight-branched force, the increase in his vitality stat far surpassed his imagination. He could no longer be considered weak among elite cultivators.
The strength of the Daitengu was now useless to him. It could be considered to have made the best use of the Daitengu since it was able to delay the two of them and gain some time to strengthen his vitality stat. It wasn't a waste of his effort to subdue the Daitengu.
Staring at Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess madly rushing over, treating Feng Lin as though he had killed their father, Feng Lin coldly laughed. "If you guys want this sword, I will return it to you!"
With a toss of his hand, the demon sword that the two of them viewed as a supreme treasure was tossed out like trash. He had already obtained the eight-branched force, so he didn't care about this mere demon sword at all.
Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess stopped their actions and exchanged a mutual glance. They didn't know what Feng Lin was doing.
The Kusanagi Sword was the strongest of the three great divine weapons of the Japanese Ocean Continent. Earlier, this person had snatched food from the tiger's mouth, but now, he tossed it away like it was a pair of worn-out shoes?
The demon sword was stabbed into the ground and trembled incessantly. Suddenly, a strange aura appeared, and a terrifying face could be faintly seen on it. It howled malevolently, "Despicable human, I'm going to kill you!"
As a supreme demon sword, it was played by a mere mortal. Feng Lin had seized its eight-branched force, yet he wasn't willing to become its slave. This caused it to feel extremely infuriated, aggrieved, and disgusted …
To it, Feng Lin's actions were like someone who had eaten a meal without paying. What was the difference between running away after wiping his mouth? After getting on the bed and pulling up his pants, he didn't want to acknowledge anyone …
The demon sword vowed to kill Feng Lin. It suddenly soared into the air and flew toward Fuuma Taro.
When Fuuma Taro saw that the divine sword was coming for him, he didn't expect that there would be such a good thing. He took the initiative to go up against it, not showing any signs of rejecting the evil intent of the demon sword.
The demon sword seemed to have melted, becoming one with him.
Man and sword becoming one!
Fuuma Taro suddenly became a …
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