The wide and hideous Prison-Devouring Sword Blade swept across and slashed.

The blood-colored sword energy storm condensed into shape, moved with the sword, heading straight towards the Heibai Xuanjian who was following, forcibly interrupting his next move.

"Shit...!"

Heibai Xuanjian's face remained unchanged and his expression was cold.

The black and white swords in both hands were swinging quickly, and the sword energy flowed into the bloody sword energy storm, forcibly breaking the storm structure and annihilated it.

"I really want to absorb you and make you a part of me."

"It will definitely make me stronger!"

Heibai Xuan Jian whispered softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Coupled with his face full of vicissitudes of life, he had an alternative style, dressed up like a robber leader.

"Your idea is good, but unfortunately... you can't kill me at all."

"I can't even do it if I hurt it."

Si Yuan's expression was still as fierce as a mysterious tiger, and his eyes were cold and bloodthirsty.

The Prison-Devouring Sword, which is far beyond the size of an ordinary sword weapon, was swung in his hands, and was even more fierce and domineering than the Supreme Juque in the sword.

Just the strong wind brought by the wide sword blade can tear apart the flesh and blood of ordinary people.

"Dangdangdang..."

The Prison-Devouring Sword and the Black and White Xuan Jian sword collided violently, and the sword energy was everywhere.

The surrounding houses and buildings were destroyed.

After a little attempt to fight for a while, Heibai Xuanjian realized that he could not kill the target of Wei Anhou Siyuan, the mission target of this time, with his own.

The most important thing is.

The abnormal behavior of the killer's Prison Devouring just now made him confused.

I vaguely felt something was wrong.

The body flipped in the air, and his right foot kicked Wei Anhou Siyuan's chest fiercely. Si Yuan slammed his fist and punched the foot that Hei Bai Xuanjian kicked.

"boom……!"

The energy ripples spread, and obvious circles rippled in the air.

With the powerful force of Wei Anhou Siyuan's punch, Heibai Xuanjian quickly stayed away from here without any hesitation and jumped a few times on the dilapidated house.

Then it disappeared.

“Where to run?!”

Si Yuan shouted loudly.

When he was about to catch up, he suddenly noticed something strange about the Prison-Devouring Sword in his hand.

I couldn't help but stop.

He looked down slightly and suddenly found that slight cracks appeared on the hideous and wide black and red crystal blade.

"This is……?!"

"How could a crack appear?"

"No, the essence level of Prison Devouring at this moment is definitely stronger than Xuan Jian. How could such a change occur?"

He held the Prison-Devouring Sword straight and flat in front of him.

Open your eyes wide and look carefully.

Suddenly I discovered that the originally small cracks were becoming more and more numerous, and the scale of the cracks became more and more obvious.

At first glance.

It was like the broken exquisite porcelain was forced to stick together again.

That feeling of dying about breaking made Si Yuan frightened.

He hurriedly scanned with his divine thoughts and carefully sensed the sword spirit of the Prison Devouring Sword, but did not sense the negative change of the Prison Devouring Sword.

Instead, there is an inexplicable sense of transformation.

"Is it possible... the Prison-Devouring Sword is about to undergo a transformation again?"

Just as Si Yuan was thinking and guessing secretly.

The Prison-Devouring Sword, which was raised vertically in front of him, suddenly broke into pieces, big or small pieces of sword blades, scattered on the surrounding ground.

In his right hand, only a thick hilt was left.

"this……!"

"My Prison Devouring was broken all over the floor by itself?"

Si Yuan opened his six double pupils and carefully examined and observed the hilt of the sword in his hand.

I found that the hilt of the sword was also cracking again.

"Crack...!"

A fine and faint sound of breaking came from the thick hilt of the sword in the palm of the right hand.

Without waiting for Si Yuan to subconsciously stop him.

He saw the thick black and red sword hilt suddenly shattering into even more fine pieces, and the pieces fell to the ground along the gaps in his fingers.

It also reveals different changes.

A series of colorful beams of light shone out from the gaps in the hilt of the sword.

It seemed as if a miniature colorful sun was holding in Si Yuan's palm.

"What kind of essential transformation is this?"

The scene in front of him made Si Yuan, the real Prison-Devouring Sword Master, feel a little confused.

He reached out and gently pushed away the fragments of the sword hilt in the palm of his right hand.

Focus on the spot and look carefully.

I saw a conical object floating quietly in the center of the colorful light cluster, and its whole body was black.

It is as if the blood of all spirits is solidified.

A series of six-colored patterns are like plant veins, imprinted on its surface, inside and outside.

Combined into six mysterious symbols.

Si Yuan carefully observed and identified these six mysterious symbols, which were exactly the same as the six core marks inside the visual image of the six roulette wheels in the purple palace of Dantian.

Its meanings represent the six realms of god, holy, demon, immortal, spirit, and demon respectively.

The gorgeous and mysterious six-colored light emits from these six-colored lines and the cone-like object rendered is mysterious and extraordinary.

It is obviously in the shape of six-colored light, but it is burning and jumping like six-colored flames.

"Is this thing... the Prison Devouring after three transformations?" Si Yuan looked up and down, confused.

No matter how you look at it, you think that thing looks familiar.

"This shape... seems to be a bamboo shoot?!"

"Just no roots."

After observing quietly for a moment, he felt the wonderful call of the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit.

No rejection.

He followed the call of contact from his soul, and gradually closed his five fingers in his right hand, holding the black bamboo shoots suspended in the air in the palm of his right hand tightly on the palm of his hand.

The next moment!

Flashes of familiar sounds sounded among the black bamboo shoots in the palm of the right hand.

It is like bamboo shoots sprouting and taking root in the soil, but this time the sound has been much faster and much stronger.

It seems a bit obvious.

"Crack...!"

Si Yuan opened his eyes wide and observed intently.

I saw the black bamboo shoots in the palm of my right hand, and the tips quickly spread out black and red bamboo leaves, just like flowers blooming, naturally forming a sword jaw.

However, inside it is not bamboo growing, but a strange eye.

The eyes are the same as human eyes.

The main pupil in the center is narrow and long vertical pupils, cold and ruthless.

Around it, six small vortex pupils are evenly surrounded, and the color of each small pupil is different.

And deep in each small pupil, there is a mysterious symbol.

It is the six signs representing gods, holy, demons, immortals, spirits and demons respectively.

"Shit...!"

At the ends of black bamboo shoots, there are thick or thin bamboo whip roots growing.

Naturally, they are entangled into a ball.

Finally, a hideous skull shape was formed like a hell demon, becoming a brand new sword head structure.

"Swish..."
Chapter completed!