The gray-white silk thread took the opportunity to make trouble, so that the green silk thread could no longer completely break down the demonic thoughts in one go.

Only one-third of the demon mind was left. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two confrontation, they quickly retreated, reunited and formed a group.

Immediately, the group of demonic thoughts began to rush left and right, and the goal was to rush into Wang Lun's sea of ​​consciousness. However, the entrance to the sea of ​​consciousness was blocked by a barrier made of green silk thread, and the group of demonic thoughts had not been given a chance for a long time.

At this time, Wang Lun slowly recovered to some degree of soberness.

After all, the demon thoughts have lost so much and have not filled his sea of ​​consciousness. It has an impact on him, but it is far less than that before.

"This is?"

After regaining some consciousness, Wang Lun immediately felt that there was an external energy confrontation near his sea of ​​consciousness. He quickly mobilized his spiritual consciousness to get closer, so he had a clearer perception.

"It turned out that the Ten Thousand Spirits Vase saved me."

Wang Lun could not remember the incident of summoning the Ten Thousand Spirits Vase before, and thought it was the Ten Thousand Spirits Vase that took the initiative to protect the master.

However, there is no need to worry about this aspect. The most important thing is that it was indeed the Ten Thousand Spirits Vase that saved him.

He could sense that the demonic thought was still ready to move, and the demonic nature still affected his body.

He felt that his situation was very bad, and he still had a bloodthirsty desire in his heart. At least he had not put down the Erling Sword in his hand. If someone stood in front of him at this time, he probably was not a very familiar person, such as his parents and Chen Ruolan. He might have waved the Erling Sword with red eyes and slashed over it without hesitation.

"No, I am still dominated by my body by demonic nature. It is very likely that my demonic nature will explode and kill you!"

Wang Lun forced himself to throw away the Erling Sword first.

But even though his brain passed this command to his right hand, his right hand was trembling violently. He wanted to throw it but didn't want to throw it. The sword seemed to have a fatal attraction to him in his hand, so that he was still bloodthirsty. Even if he was still awake, he could not let go of his five fingers and gave up the Erling Sword by himself.

Even the minimum Erling Sword could not be thrown away. Wang Lun knew that he was "poisoned". At this time, a strong bloodthirsty thought surged out, and his spiritual intelligence was replaced in an instant.

roar!

Wang Lun had his hair disheveled, stood with his head up, and his throat roared the most primitive beast roar, his eyes were completely red, and the Erling sword in his hand suddenly slashed hard in front!

A crack extending from the ceiling to the ground was cut in the front wall, and the sword energy penetrated into it, shooting through the entire wall.

After a roar, killing seemed to turn into instinct. Wang Lun walked in the underground cultivation room with the Erling Sword. There was no focal length in his eyes, and he had no intention of caring about anything. As long as it was the thing in front of him, he would not look at it at all, and he waved the sword and slashed horizontally.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

The sword energy was raging, and the simple furniture in the underground cultivation room, such as a bed, two chairs, and a coffee table, were all turned into powder.

The precious log floor was chopped out one by one, and then it was chopped into wood chips in the air.

The air-conditioning equipment used for ventilation and ventilation was broken, and the chandeliers were destroyed...

The entire basement is in a mess, and there is no inch of intact.
Chapter completed!