No, the Three Styles of Mysterious Underworld was a demonic art. Although normal human warriors could use demonic arts to fight, practicing demonic arts could not improve their Cultivation. Previously in the cave, he had first converted the yin attribute energy of the Yin Essence Stone into Origin Power before breaking through to the Celestial Realm.
Now that he was practicing demonic arts, why would there be energy entering his body? However, the way it entered was very strange. It was actually his hand and not his Dantian.
Before Du Feng could think too much, his hand began to swell. It began to swell, and the color of his skin was darkening. What was going on? Could it be that practicing too much demonic arts would really turn him into a demonic cultivator? If he really became a demonic cultivator, then it would be inconvenient to return to the Heaven Realm.
Thinking about it carefully, it did not seem right. Even demonic cultivators did not say that everyone had dark skin. Most demonic cultivators, especially those who ascended from the Lower Realm, had normal skin color, and their appearance did not change much.
No matter what, even if his skin really turned black, Du Feng would not stop practicing the sword because of it. Only by having strong combat power could he survive in this world. As he practiced the sword over and over again, waves of heat flowed into the back of his hand. Not only did the skin of his hand turn black, but even the color of his forearm began to change. From white to yellow, from yellow to brown, from brown to brown, from brown to gray, and finally from gray to pure black, and finally to a shiny black.
Because it was always evening in the Dark Cloud Region, the sky would not change. Du Feng practiced like crazy. He did not know how much time had passed. He only knew that he had swung the sword more than ten thousand times. Fortunately, the color change only spread to the forearm and then stopped.
When he swung the sword thirty thousand times, the skin of his entire forearm had become extremely black. From afar, it looked like he was wearing a pair of metal gloves, and it was the long kind. When he swung the sword ten thousand times, the layer actually thickened and became a layer of armor. It looked a bit like the gloves of a demonic armor. And there was a deep layer that could protect the elbow.
Now Du Feng understood that it was not the skin turning black, but the demonic qi gathering on the forearm and hand, forming a protective measure. This was because in the process of sword and saber clashing, the wrist, the back of the hand, and the forearm were the most vulnerable parts.
The Three Styles of Mysterious Underworld had obviously considered this problem, so it naturally formed a demonized glove during the cultivation process. Although its effects couldn't compare to full-body armor, it was still quite practical. After all, the White Porcelain Bone Armor could not be worn all the time, and such an item could appear as long as one circulated their demonic arts.
Compared to the Dragons' Golden Scale Body Protection Mantra, although it was limited in terms of position, the defense of certain parts of the body was stronger.
"Phew …"
When Du Feng stopped cultivating, the layer of black light disappeared as expected. Her skin had returned to its normal state. It was still white and tender, and it looked like she had taken good care of herself.
Du Feng turned around and looked at the round-faced Sorceress. He couldn't help but laugh because she had fallen asleep on the doorstep. At first, it was quite exciting to watch, but after a long time, it was boring. Practicing the same move a hundred thousand times, anyone would get tired of it.
As soon as Du Feng wanted to take a rest, he heard the male ghost cultivator of Flourishing Flowers City say, "Master, someone is coming."
Upon hearing his reminder, Du Feng immediately used his Divine Sense to probe in that direction. Soon, he discovered that a few people were sneakily approaching them. His appearance was a little strange, a little like a human, a little like a demon beast, and a little like a bat.
Was this the so-called Netherworld cultivator, or a monster of the Netherworld?
Du Feng didn't yell, but hurried to find the middle-aged demonic cultivator he was familiar with. As a result, the middle-aged demonic cultivator was at the critical moment of a breakthrough and couldn't be disturbed. The backbone members of the demonic cultivator group were basically busy breaking through the Cultivation Stage.
Du Feng had no choice but to wake up the round-faced girl and discuss with her what to do. After all, he was not familiar with the demonic cultivators in this group.
"Brother Du, you can only make the decision on this matter."
As a result, those demonic cultivators who had stopped cultivating put all their hopes on Du Feng. As long as the people of the Netherworld entered the village, they would definitely find the secret inside. At that time, they would definitely attract the army, and the people here would suffer. After all, everyone had not made a breakthrough in the Cultivation Stage, and it was not suitable for large-scale battles at this moment.
But it was not so easy to kill them. There were five members of the Netherworld. If they couldn't be killed all in one second, as long as they were alive, any one of them would send out a signal.
"Well, you tell everyone to restrain their breath, and I'll be back soon."
Du Feng thought about it, and it was useless to take Sorceress with him. Her skills were not good enough, and it was easy to alert the enemy. As for the others, they were not familiar with him, and they might not be able to cooperate well. It was better to go there by himself. It would be better to let the Skeleton Warriors and the Ghost Servants cooperate.
After that, Du Feng quietly left the yard alone. The round-faced Sorceress looked at his back as he left, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Don't worry, as a wanderer, his survival ability is very strong."
On the other hand, the older Sorceress was very open-minded. She had a lot of experience at her age, and she had a good eye for men. Du Feng was not arrogant or rash, and he was clearly strong, but he got along well with everyone before. This person might have some secrets in his heart, but at least he would not be trapped by everyone. Because he had a deeper conflict with the Netherworld cultivators, he would definitely stand on the side of the people in the village.
"Yes, I believe him."
Although she said she believed him, the round-faced Sorceress's hands were still trembling. Little girls were not mature enough, even demonic cultivators were no exception. In fact, it was not like everyone thought, where everyone killed and drank blood. Most of them were normal people, but they chose to walk the path of demonic cultivators. Maybe it was because of the warbeast's attribute, or because of their natural constitution.
The little girl had even less of a choice. Because her father was a demonic cultivator, and so was her mother. She was born with the physique of a demonic cultivator, and she had been practicing demonic arts since childhood, so she was bound to become a demonic cultivator.
After Du Feng left the yard, he did not directly leave the village from the front, but first took a detour. Then he disintegrated the white porcelain bone armor and turned it into a Skeleton Warrior. At the same time, he summoned the Ghost Servants. The three of them went from three different directions, outflanking the members of the Underworld who wanted to sneak into the village.
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