The stone statue of the dark sacrifice is like a demon walking out of hell. It exudes a terrifying death aura and exudes endless evil aura. Long Jiaoyang's eyes are like lightning, and the righteous spirit appears on him. He hates the art of dark sacrifice to the bone.

The priest Yuan Ling, who was in the wordless stone tablet, saw Long Jiaoyang like this, hurriedly reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, don't do anything randomly. If you attack the Dharma image left by this sacred dark sacrifice, it is very likely that the dark sacrifice yin spirit that cannot be dealt with."

Long Jiaoyang stared at the stone statue of the dark sacrificial sacrifice in a gloomy eyes, and said very dissatisfiedly, "Why can the magic image of the dark sacrificial sacrifice be placed on a convex stone platform? Is it difficult to be one of the three strongest sacrificial magic spells?"

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Long Jiaoyang's eyes were even more murderous intent. He fought with the Dark God several times and deeply realized the terror of the dark sacrificial arts. Therefore, he really wanted to destroy the dark sacrificial arts here, and to eliminate the possibility of the Dark God entering the Secret Realm of the Emperor Mountain, and later the possibility of learning the Dark God here.

The stone statue of the dark sacrifice suddenly turned, and it flew towards the dragon's scorching sun.

The wordless stone tablet quickly moved away, and the priest spirit inside it did not want to fight against the dark priest.

"Although you are full of righteousness, you cannot suppress your true nature of becoming a demon. Since you have become a demon, why should you reject the dark sacrificial art? After you become a demon, how can this righteousness exert your strongest combat power?" An evil voice sounded in Long Jiaoyang's ears, and his words were full of charm.

Long Jiaoyang was slightly stunned, and a thought deep in his heart was aroused by the words of the evil spirit.

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"I have sensed that your heart is moved, so just move with your heart. You have become a demon but still have a clear consciousness. This is a blessing from heaven. If you learn the art of dark sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

Long Jiaoyang struggled a little, but soon he became firm. The moment he embarked on the path of dual cultivation of righteousness and demons, he decided that he would not be a simple righteous person.

When Long Jiaoyang first understood the righteous and demon mind, he had already determined that neither the righteous mind nor the evil mind was the reason that determines good or evil. Only the original mind of the cultivator is the fundamental reason that determines whether he is right or evil.

Long Jiaoyang's resistance to the dark sacrificial arts is mostly due to his hatred for the Dark God. At this moment, he escaped from such hatred and decided to learn the dark sacrificial arts.

"Come on, I decided to learn the art of dark sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

"Okay, awaken the demon in your heart, and you can sense the power of the dark priest." The stone statue of the dark priest said with a wicked smile.

The dragon raped the sun dissipated the righteous spirit, and used the art of sacrifice to condense the demonic energy.

"No, you have become a demon. You don't need to use magic to form demonic air patterns. You just need to press your hand on the stone statue to sense the power of the dark sacrifice." The stone statue of the dark sacrifice prevents Long Jiaoyang from using the sacrificial arts to condense the demonic air patterns, and he is very deep.

Long Jiaoyang was possessed by a demon, but he did not have the vision of becoming a demon, so Long Jiaoyang himself did not feel that there would be any changes after becoming a demon.

When Long Jiaoyang pressed his hand on the Dharma image of the dark sacrifice, he immediately felt like he fell into the hell of the infinite. He felt that he and his death energy were gathered together, as if he suddenly became the king of hell. There were countless ghosts around him kneeling and begging, hoping that he could help them escape from the sea of ​​suffering in hell.

At the same time, an unsuppressible killing spirit erupted from the depths of Long Jiaoyang's heart. Facing the ghost who was crying and begging him, he took action ruthlessly and covered it with one hand to swallow it. Such killing made Long Jiaoyang feel excited and excited. He took action one after another, slaughtering and devouring countless ghosts.

"Ao..."

When he reached the pleasure, Long Jiaoyang couldn't help but whistle to the sky, causing him to roar with excitement.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, wake up!"

Suddenly, the anxious shouts of sacrificing Yuan Ling in the wordless stone tablet came from Long Jiaoyang's ears.

Long Jiaoyang suddenly woke up, suppressing the murderous intent that was boiling deep in his heart, slashing the strange illusion in front of him with one hand and recovering. Long Jiaoyang turned his head and looked, and most of the wordsless stone tablet cracked and suffered heavy damage.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang... your life breath is almost broken..." The sacrificial Yuan Ling in the wordless stone tablet said weakly

Long Jiaoyang felt cold. At the moment when he woke up just now, Long Jiaoyang also felt like he was about to die, but when he woke up, the feeling had disappeared. Long Jiaoyang felt that it was the Dark Sacrifice Dharma Image that pitted him, so he covered the Dark Sacrifice Dharma Image's hand and pinched it down hard.

The corresponding sound of the dark sacrifice was crisp and broken, and it was destroyed by Long Jiaoyang without any attack.

However, Long Jiaoyang's eyes narrowed at this time because he found that the Dharma image of the dark sacrifice was destroyed, but it was also reborn and began to recover from the broken place.

"How can I be reborn if I don't die? How can I be light without darkness? The art of dark sacrifice is the art of contract between death and rebirth, and the art of contract between darkness and light. When you become part of darkness, you can reborn with the same kind. When the light shines through mountains and rivers, darkness will sweep across the heaven and earth and recast the way of heaven and earth."

An awkward ancient saying comes from the broken and reborn dark sacrificial Dharma image, which teaches the true meaning of the art of dark sacrificial sacrifice of Long Jiaoyang.

Death and rebirth, darkness and light.

Long Jiaoyang closed his eyes and thought deeply. His body was filled with death, his vitality, and darkness was dark, turning the surrounding world into a place of darkness.

The sacrificial Yuan Ling in the wordless stone tablet just now forced the stone statue of the dark sacrificial sacrificial to wake up Long Jiaoyang. It was severely damaged and unable to move. It was a sacrificial Yuan Ling who had lived for a long time. It was very clear what Long Jiaoyang was like now.

"Who is this Long Jiaoyang? Can he directly learn the art of dark sacrificial sacrifice?" The Yuanling of the Sacrifice was extremely shocked and said to himself in the stone tablet without words. You must know that the art of sacrifice is also clear. Orthodox sacrificial sacrifice cannot learn the art of dark sacrificial sacrifice. Long Jiaoyang is now breaking this law.

Boom, boom, boom...

Suddenly, the sound of destruction came from the outside world, and the entire ancestor's altar was shaking, and countless sacrificial stone statues were falling to the ground. More than a dozen sacrificial stone tripods in the ancestral altar revived, and they formed a formation pattern, covering the entire ancestral altar.
Chapter completed!