Demon’s Diary

A month flickers.

On this day, over the island, which was supposed to be calm, suddenly the wind raged, and the waves of the lake swept by the sound of the whistle caused several waves of height, instantly pouring towards the edge of the island.

The sky also sank with it, and the clouds that came from someplace quickly covered the burning sun above its head. The lightning flashes and lightning intertwined a silver grid, and the whole mystery seemed to come to an end.

At this moment, Liu Ming was over the hilltop cave, the clouds rolled up, and a thunderbolt light column passed through it from time to time, and the rumbling sounds went on and on.

In the cave, Liu Ming only felt that the magic power in Linghai was like blood, flowing extremely smoothly into the limb of the body, the spirit was unprecedented fullness.

“Senpai Luo!” Liu Ming's eyebrows rose and his heart was silent.

“Pfft," a yellow bean-sized bubble suddenly flash in the Spirit Sea.

Liu Ming's face sank and turned to the side of the package, several emerald green bottles jumped out more than a dozen colored medicine, a strand of brain caught in his mouth.

Pharmaceutical power dissipated instantly, bubbles the size of yellow beans slightly shook, a huge wave of warm energy spread across the spiritual sea, all over the body

Liu Ming's eyebrows locked tightly. After a rapid flow of magic in the body, the pulses everywhere became very rounded as if they had been polished. It was also a few points wider than before, and the speed of magic flow was hidden and accelerated a lot.

At the same time, the clouds above the cave became thicker and thicker, and in the thunder of lightning, a huge funnel-shaped swirl gradually formed, circling over the whole mysterious island.

A day later, the power flowing in Liu Ming's body of limbs stagnated suddenly, and then quickly converged towards the black and white Jindan over the Spiritual Sea. The surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards Liu Ming's location, turning into dozens of black and white light bands, wrapped around the interwoven surface of the body.

Liu Ming only felt that Jindan hidden some swelling in the Spiritual Sea at this time. Then the black and white light belt around him, like spirituality, burst into the body and directly into Jindan at Dantian.

A moment later, his eyes opened suddenly.

“Ah"

The sound of a fluttering whistle is a mystery.

The vortex of clouds above the head suddenly seemed to have been struck as if it had broken into pieces, from which several dazzling rays of sunlight were emitted, and then the rays grew thicker and thicker and more, quickly dividing the clouds into several pieces.

At this point, the shadow of Liu Ming sometime appeared in the air, and he did not appear to have changed much on the surface, but between raising his hand and throwing his foot, it emitted far more pressure than before.

At this moment, he suddenly broke through the realm of the late Jindan, and the power in the Linghai has more than doubled.

At this moment, he suddenly moved in color, a blank blade between his waist shook, suddenly emitting a powerful suction.

Liu Ming only felt the black and white Jindan just stabilized above the Ling Sea, then a pure power, like a flood opening, constantly emerged from it, absorbed by the sword sac between his waist.

His face was startled, and then God swept into the blade.

In the blade, the void sword pill buzzed, absorbed the magic poured into it, and the surface of the sword pill emitted a glittering golden ray.

Seeing this view, Liu Ming's face emerged as a surprise.

Since the absorption of a piece of power from the Southern Desert Puppet Emperor, the spirit of the Void Sword Ball has been basically steady. After years of warmth, it is finally cultivated to this day.

After absorbing almost half the power in Liu Ming's body, the Vacant Swordball finally stopped, and the glaring golden light on the surface of the Swordball continued to flow.

Despite the sword sac, Liu Ming can also feel the sharp sword qi it dissipates.

“Ba” a low and unheard void, the void sword ball automatically flew out of the blade, a blur under, straight to the sky.

The rock above the cave was pierced by a void sword ball through a small hole from which a ray of sunlight was transmitted.

The prohibition here in front of the Void Swordball is like paper paste.

Liu Ming flew out of the cave in a panic.

Just over the mysterious island, a crisp sword emerged, a little glittering gold light like meteor meteor, flying and dancing among the mountains!

The golden glitter gradually lengthened into an ancient golden flying sword with a golden sword, accompanied by a wave of swords.

As if stretching his body, the golden flying sword flew faster and faster in the middle of the sky. Even the eyes of Liu Ming could barely catch up.

As the blank sword flew rapidly in the middle of the sky, the ensuing sword whistle became louder and louder. Soon, it was like a dragon roaring a tiger, reverberating in the mystery of Vientiane.

Liu Ming's complexion slightly changed, such a large vision may cause some unnecessary trouble, rushing to wave a sword technique.

The blank sword in the middle of the sky seemed to fly back a little unwillingly, under a blur, once again turning into a glittering round bead.

Liu Ming's eyes looked at the golden round ball for a moment and his face revealed a satisfactory divine color.

Single-handedly, the round bead “buzzed” and flew back into the lumbar blade again.

Void Swordball finally cultivated, looking at the momentum, he finally had a big bottom card to kill.

Liu Ming looked up at the clouds that were about to dissipate. Somehow, he held the Vientiane stone in his right hand and gently gripped it into powder. His body was wrapped in a blue light and instantly disappeared into the mystery.

He felt a blur in his eyes, and the next moment he appeared in the Vientiane Hillstone Room.

“Ye Yang is sure to see the right person, it's only been more than a month, you've already broken through the late stage of Jindan. This already surprised me, and you seem to have succeeded in cultivating all the swordballs at the same time, so rare!” Elder Fei had already stood in front of the stone room for some time. After seeing the appearance of Liu Ming, he smiled slightly.

“If it wasn't for Elder and Brother Jin, the younger generation would never have been so smooth.” Liu Ming arched his hand with modesty, but his eyes flashed with a hint of confidence.

Elder Fei nodded at Liu Ming, but no longer asked, waved, indicating that Liu Ming could leave.

Liu Ming's mind relaxed and after a gift he walked outside.

“This child is superior in heart, manipulation, and opportunity, and I really look forward to his next performance.” Elder Fei stood quietly in the center of the stone room muttering to himself.

However, Liu Ming had already left Mount Vientiane at this moment, and this sentence could not be heard.

At this time, on the Jomtien continent, fighting between the people's brothers and the people's clans is still raging in flames.

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A day after a month.

A group of monks dressed in heavenly sect costumes are trapped in a valley somewhere, and the influx of Bugs from all sides has already killed and injured most of them.

Over the valley, a thick young man in a yellow dew-armed blouse is standing on the shoulders of a dozen tall, giant bronze puppets, constantly provoking tricks, entangled with a mantis like worm and a giant spider worm.

If Liu Ming is here, you can recognize the person in front of you at a glance. It is Tiangong Zongpeng who has several sides with him.

Huge battle winds from time to time turned some of the surrounding low-order tribes upside down, and the impact sound of earthquakes actually made some of the lower ethnic monks look pale.

Peng Yue has now reached the early days of Jindan. The bronze puppet under his seat is not less powerful than the middle of Jindan. The two giants in front of him can attack the puppet maniacally, and can draw their hands to fight back, and their strength will certainly not weaken anywhere.

At this time, one of the mantis worms took advantage of a void and flashed closer to Peng Yue, while Peng Yue's giant bronze puppet was entwined by the spider silk sprayed by the other spider worm, unable to avoid it in time.

The mantis worm waved a pair of sickle-like forelimbs, looking at Peng Yue cut into two pieces.

At this juncture, there was a broken voice in the air. At some point, over the ugly head of the mantis worm triangle, a black figure emerged. At a moment when the crowd had not yet reacted, the fist shadow of the heavenly cover fell on its head with the sound of a tiger.

bang bang!

The dull impact sound was clearly transmitted into the ears of the people at this moment. Before the mantis worm could make its next move, his head turned into a piece of blood sprayed on Peng Yue, and his huge body drew a bloody arc in the air and fell towards the ground.

Peng Yue has not yet seen the appearance of Qinglai, and the black figure has once again strangely disappeared.

Another giant spider clan bug in front of him thought he was holding victory, but suddenly saw his companion's body split apart in the air. When he raised his head, he protruded a white liquid in his mouth and opened it in a half-air and turned into a white mesh, heading somewhere in the air.

“Pfft”!

The mesh covered a shadow at an incredible rate.

But immediately the dark shadow collapsed and disappeared, only a remnant.

Just when the spider clan was stunned, there was another black figure behind it, his arms blurred and countless fists smashed against his head.

The spider worm twisted quickly and had to dodge a blow.

Yet the black fist shadow was a strange deformation in the air, and the black fog flashed around it, hitting the body of the spider worm.

The whole valley was sounded by a shocking noise.

The whole body of the spider worm reflexed and after a few rolls in the air, it hit the ground like a stone. The back crust had long been broken into numerous pieces, seeping green blood from it, without a hint of breath.

Not far away, more than ten lanes of light arrived, the light converged, more than a dozen monks dressed in Taiqing gate costumes appeared around the disciples of Tiangong Sect, and the spirit light in their hands lashed like rain point towards the surrounding clan of clans.

The black figure had long since turned into the disappearance of light and continued to laser in the distance.