"Auntie, don't worry. I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve."
Sha Haitu was telling the truth. As one of the best demonic cultivators, he had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Any one of them was no weaker than Phoenix Cries to the Heavens. Du Feng had a trick up his sleeve, but Sha Haitu had even more tricks up his sleeve. There was nothing to be afraid of.
In his opinion, no matter how strong Du Feng was, how strong could he be? He was a third-level Ultimate Emperor Cultivation cultivator and a demonic cultivator. His demonic arts were very good, and it was hard to find a match for him in the same level. Fighting against a newcomer who was two levels lower than him was too easy. His auntie was overly cautious.
The reason why Du Feng agreed to Huyan Castle was that it was too cumbersome. Before he merged, he had no advantage. For a mixed-blood martial artist like him who had the bloodline of the Demon Race, he had to unleash the nature of a Demon Beast. He looked neither human nor demon, so he could only take a beating.
Even if Huyan Fort merged, he was far from being Sha Haitu's opponent. His demonic arts were very effective against normal fighters and demonic cultivators. The phoenix's Undying Fire was very strong, but his demonic arts were not bad either. He was not afraid of being burned.
"Okay, as long as you know what to do. Once I kill Du Feng, I can get the thing Old Zhuo promised. "
Sorceress was very concerned about this, because she wanted to get something from Zhuo Donglai. The prerequisite for getting this thing was to kill him, and killing him in the arena was the best opportunity. In principle, killing was not allowed in the Roll of Clouds Tournament, but the judge that day was Zhuo Donglai. He had a way to fool everyone.
Du Feng did not know he was being watched, and by a demonic cultivator at that. He set up a formation and put on the white porcelain bone armor. His body was filled with demonic energy. If he wanted to take out the Demonic Ruler, he had to convert his True Yuan to the demonic attribute. Otherwise, once the Demonic Ruler came out, it would corrode his body. Before it could do anything, it would corrode him.
"Zlazla …"
Du Feng's right hand, which was surging with demonic energy, slowly pulled out the Demonic Ruler. The black mist on the Demonic Ruler made contact with the white porcelain bone armor and made a sizzling sound. It was like a drop of concentrated sulfuric acid on a person's body. Fortunately, the White Porcelain Bone Armor itself was a monster, so it had a certain degree of adaptability to Devil Qi. Coupled with the support of Du Feng's demonic aura, they were barely able to hold on.
After the Demonic Ruler came out from the small world of the necklace, the ice on it gradually melted, and its demonic nature began to recover. The rising Devil Qi spiraled upwards, like ghosts that had died wrongfully circling around the room, letting out bursts of howling.
This was what Zhuang Pipi was most worried about. The Demonic Ruler already had its own consciousness. A Magic Tool of this level would have a strong sense of self and would choose its own master. If the master wasn't strong enough, he would be despised and even controlled by it.
After the Weapon Spirit of the Demonic Ruler woke up, it looked around and then at Du Feng who was holding onto it. It was actually a small martial artist from the lower realm, so of course it was very dissatisfied. After roaring a few times, it actually wanted to break free from Du Feng's hand.
To a weapon, a Weapon Spirit was equivalent to a human's soul. It was light and didn't have much strength. It mainly relied on the material of the weapon itself to have destructive power. But even so, the power of the Weapon Spirit of the Demonic Ruler was not something an ordinary person could control.
Du Feng felt that the Demonic Ruler in his hand was being pulled away by something and immediately tightened his grip. It could be seen that there was a ball of black Devil Qi, like a little demon flying in the air, trying to pull the Demonic Ruler away from his hand.
Before the Demonic Ruler had awakened, Du Feng had already dripped his blood on it and recognized it as its master. If it were to escape now, it would be a big joke. He had seen the backlash of warbeasts and the betrayal of spirit pets. But he had never seen his own weapon betray him before.
After all, a weapon was a dead object. It could only be used by someone to unleash its power. Even if the Dragon Soul Sword had a dragon soul, if Du Feng didn't use it, it wouldn't be able to fly out and kill people. Those so-called flying swords killing people, beheading people from thousands of miles away, and so on, were all controlled by someone using divine sense.
But the Demonic Ruler's situation was different. Its Weapon Spirit had its own consciousness. Even though it had already been recognized by Du Feng's blood, it was still not convinced. It wanted to control the Demonic Ruler and escape from Du Feng's side. As long as it was far enough away from the director, it would be able to run freely between heaven and earth.
It was unknown who sealed the Demonic Ruler back then, but Du Feng was able to pick it up. If the Demonic Ruler wasn't sealed when he found it, he wouldn't be able to take it away, let alone store it in the small world of the necklace.
"Behave yourself!"
Du Feng shouted. At the same time, his right hand exerted force, causing the Demonic Ruler to creak. So what if it's a weapon from the demon world? Since it's in my hands, it has to listen to me.
The Weapon Spirit couldn't break free from Du Feng's hand, so it roared and changed its direction. It actually turned around and drilled into his body. Since that's the case, I might as well destroy this lower realm martial artist's divine sense. This way, I'll be able to control this body at the same time. At that time, I'll be able to go wherever I want, and no one will be able to stop me.
"Come at me!"
Du Feng wasn't afraid of being controlled by the Weapon Spirit. He held the Demonic Ruler in his right hand and the Dragon Soul Sword in his left. He used his cultivation technique to absorb the demonic energy from the Demonic Ruler, using his own body as a conduit. He transferred the demonic energy from his right hand to the Dragon Soul Sword in his left hand.
"Lower realm lowly human, what do you want to do?"
After the Weapon Spirit drilled into Du Feng's body, it could directly communicate with his divine sense. The first thing it did was to scold Du Feng. As the Weapon Spirit of the demon world, it instinctively looked down on lower realm martial artists. In its eyes, even a blade of grass or a rock from the upper realm was more noble than a human from the lower realm.
"Obediently work, or else I'll kill you."
Du Feng wasn't going to be intimidated. What he wanted to do was very obvious. He wanted to use the demonic energy from the Demonic Ruler to provide energy for his Dragon Soul Sword. He wanted to upgrade it from extreme rank to circular rank. Only when it reached the circular rank would it be able to fight against a peak Ultimate Emperor Realm martial artist. Otherwise, it wouldn't even be able to break through their defenses.
"You? Let's see who'll kill who."
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