Ling Xiao landed on the ground like a black lightning. He glanced coldly at the god knights wearing gorgeous armor. The murderous intent revealed in his eyes made the god knights shivered.

Then, he turned his eyes to the messy scene in front of him - the stronghold of the Domineering Empire. The once strong city wall has now collapsed into ruins, the houses have been burned to ashes by the fire, leaving only ruins shaking in the wind.

The earth has been stained with blood to a shocking blood red, as if it is a sea of ​​blood. The bodies are piled up like mountains, including old people, children, women, and more are warriors who follow Lingxiao and fight for the glory of the domineering Empire.

Their faces still had a look of pain and unwillingness, and their bodies were lying twisted on the ground, and blood was still flowing. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel vomited.

Although most of the dead Ling Xiao did not know him, a strong sense of grief and self-blame surged in his heart. He knew that they were all people of the Domineering Empire, and they followed him to this battlefield without hesitation for the sake of their beliefs and ideals.

They have love and loyalty to the Batian Empire. In order to let the Batian Empire dominate this Baize Continent, and to allow their families and compatriots to live a happy life, they will sacrifice their lives.

But now they are all dead. They have fallen on this land full of blood and killing, and they can no longer see the glorious day of the Domineering Empire.

Their lives, like meteors, disappeared into the darkness after a brief flash. Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's heart felt a tingling pain, as if a sharp blade was constantly cutting his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and hoarse, with endless grief and self-blame. Blood suddenly flowed out of his eyes, and the blood slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, splashing blood flowers.

The already terrifying evil aura on his body seemed to be affected by his emotions at this moment, and turned into blood-red, like a burning flame, exuding a terrifying aura.

At this moment, the Nine True Demon Changes in his body automatically started to operate, as if he felt the anger and grief in his heart.

The bright red blood on the earth, like life, rushed towards him and merged into his body. The true demon of Blood Tribulation quickly became stronger at this moment, and a layer of blood-red light appeared around his body. A terrifying demon shadow could be seen flashing in the light.

A low and fearful voice came from his mouth, and it seemed to be a roar from hell, full of anger, mania, self-blame and madness. His eyes became even more crazy, as if he had lost his mind.

At this moment, his magical intent was also becoming more powerful, and his magic magic seemed to absorb rich nutrients and kept growing and becoming stronger. The magic magic magic magic magic was tall and powerful, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura, as if it could destroy the entire world.

Cultivating demons is never an easy thing. It is not that you can practice just by thinking about it. You cannot truly be possessed by having not experienced some tragic tragedies and have not suffered huge pain and torture.

At this time, Ling Xiao experienced this tragic killing and saw countless innocent lives disappearing in front of him. His heart was greatly impacted and shocked. His heart was filled with anger and hatred, and these negative emotions were like catalysts, which made him completely enchanted.

But Ling Xiao didn't care. He could no longer care about justice and evil, the boundaries between immortals and demons.

In his opinion, he is a demon, and the demon is him. He wants to use his own strength to avenge those who die and pay a heavy price for those who hurt the people of the Batian Empire. He wants the entire Baize Continent to know that whoever dares to invade the Batian Empire will bear the wrath of his demon god!

Ling Xiao stood in the center, and an angry flame burned in his eyes, which seemed to be about to swallow the whole world.

He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember when he had been so angry. In his long life, he had experienced countless difficulties and obstacles and faced countless challenges and difficulties, but such strong anger was definitely a handful.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, that was to kill people. He wanted those who hurt his relatives and friends, trampled on his dignity and destroyed his ideals to pay a heavy price.

His body began to undergo strange changes. His originally black and shiny hair began to turn white as if it was attacked by the frost of time. Every white hair appeared as if it was the catharsis of his inner anger.

The demonic in his body was rising like a surging tide. The demonic intention, with endless darkness and destruction, seemed to break through his body and submerge the entire world.

Blood surging wildly around his body, forming a terrifying and boiling river. The blood in the river seemed to have life, constantly rolling and roaring, making creepy sounds.

He felt as if his body was stabbed by countless needles at the same time, extremely uncomfortable. Every inch of his skin was trembling in pain, and every cell was shouting angrily. He just wanted to kill, and he just wanted to release all the anger and pain in his heart.

He wanted to be like a madman, not considering anything or any consequences, but to wave the weapons in his hand to destroy everything in front of him.

In the distance, the White Robe Palm Sacrifice was paying close attention to Ling Xiao's every move. When he saw Ling Xiao's changes, his face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. He cried out in his voice: "No, that kid is possessed!"

In his perception, being possessed of a demon may be just a disaster for an ordinary person, but for a demon cultivator, it is an extremely terrible thing.

Because at this moment, the demon cultivator finally achieved the right result and became a real demon. The real demon has endless power and terrifying destructive power. Their existence is a huge threat to the entire world.

Outside the city, Qin Feng stood there blankly, staring at the sky stained with bright red blood. The sky seemed to be a canvas soaked in blood, exuding a terrifying atmosphere. There was an urge to escape in his heart.
Chapter completed!