"Just this one strike," Shi Feiyang murmured as the victim's entire spiritual energy was drained, leaving behind but a desiccated skeleton that fell downwards!

The Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword hadn't feasted on such profound Sword Immortal energy in many years. Its blade quivered contentedly, emitting a dull, humming cry.

The other three evildoers watched as their brother seized the enemy's Flying Sword, clearly having the upper hand, only to inexplicably lose his life in the blink of an eye!

Before they could react, the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword was already joyously flying towards the east. The second eldest of the four evildoers hastily released his Flying Sword to engage in battle.

The Daoist power of the four brothers was considerable. After the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword absorbed one person, its strength increased significantly. Although it wasn't wielded by anyone, it acted as if it was indeed driven by someone, and that someone was fueling it with their very life, lending it the power of their blood.

It was like a vegetarian who suddenly tasted the deliciousness of sweet and sour pork and devoured three large bowls in one go. The Sword Spirit was practically howling as it surged forward, a streak of black and red sword light intertwined. In mere moments, it shattered the adversary's Flying Sword!

The second evildoer was shocked; he had not anticipated the unmanned Flying Sword to be so formidable. He hastily cast out two Flying Cones to fend off the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword. Then he shook a long banner, releasing streamers of black flame resembling dragons and snakes in a wild dance, entrapping the Demon Sword within, forming an exceedingly malignant Evil Formation.

However, these tricks might be effective when dealing with a righteous Sword Immortal, but against a supreme Demon Sword, it was akin to offering chicks to an eagle—easy prey that was both sweet and flavorful!

The Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword first twisted the two Flying Cones into pieces, then its blood-light surged, slicing the Black Flames into fragments. Locking on its target, it shot straight ahead.

The second evildoer cried out in alarm, frantically deployed the Three Corpse Incarnations, dividing into three identical selves that scattered in flight.

But the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword was unaffected by these illusions. Its Sword Intent unerringly locked onto the true body, pressing the chase. This time it pierced through the back and exited the front heart, also sucking the person dry into rotted bones.

The Demon Sword was exceptionally fierce and cruel, aware that after the Three Corpse Incarnations fled, if they found suitable bodies to possess, they could be reborn. Thus, it executed a Demon Path Great Technique against the three incarnations.

Immortals are Pure Yang, ghosts are Pure Yin, and humans are a mix of Yin and Yang. This speaks of a person's Primordial Spirit, whether a Yang God or a Yin God, both of which are Primordial Spirits with just different Yin Yang attributes.

When a Cultivator refines Qi into a spirit, it's not about transforming True Qi into a divine being but using Innate Qi to enlighten the Primordial Spirit, easing away its Yin attributes and enhancing its Yang attributes until it becomes purely Yang.

The more Yin a Primordial Spirit has, the more illusions it perceives. A Primordial Spirit that is one hundred percent Yin sees nothing but illusions, not a speck of reality.

Thus, when a Cultivator's Yin God roamed out and saw a woman giving birth, if he stumbled, once he regained consciousness, he would have been reborn into a pig's body.

Conversely, the more Yang essence there is, the fewer illusions one sees and the more truth one perceives. A one hundred percent Pure Yang will see the world's true nature and not be deceived by various illusions.

Mysterious Sect cultivators place utmost importance on the cultivation of their Primordial Spirits, striving towards Pure Yang, which in turn strengthens their immunity to illusions in the Demon Realm. However, those from the lesser paths or crooked ways easily fall into the traps of the Demon Realm.

The Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword houses a Demon God within and can create illusions. If a Mysterious Sect Primordial Spirit were to flee, it would not be deceived, not even a drunkard or Tong Yuanqi, who are weak as chicks in terms of mana, not to mention the young disciples, as long as they have strong willpower, they can be immune.

But the Four Evil Gods of Yangjiao Ridge couldn't handle it; their Evil Skills were strong enough for one to fight against the seven immortals of Luofu alone. But now, with their bodies gone and only three separated Primordial Spirits remaining, they couldn't distinguish the real from the fake. In an instant, they fell into the illusion created by the Demon Sword. With their Primordial Spirits fleeing at extreme speed, the furthest had reached a hundred miles away only to turn back and fly back even faster.

The Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword absorbed all three separated Primordial Spirits into its blade, quivering with delight as it sought out its next target.

In an instant, half of the four evils of Yangjiao Ridge were dead, leaving the other two stunned, unable to believe their eyes, "What sort of history does this sword have, to be so formidable!"

One of the evils, named Bald Divine Monarch Xu Tao, threw out four flying knives to meet the Demon Sword flying towards him and shouted, "Big Brother, forget what's below for now, let's take down this sword first!"

The greatest evil hurried over to capture the Flying Sword with his fourth brother.

Having absorbed the vital energy and blood of two experts, the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword was furiously triumphant. Its hundred-yard long body of red light, now even longer, seemed to be streaming with blood. A blood light entangled the two opposing Flying Swords, four flying knives, two Flying Spears, and a large handful of Flying Needles, pulverizing them all in an instant!

Realizing the fight was futile, Xu Tao cried out anxiously, "Big Brother, run! There must be a Demon Path giant manipulating this sword from afar, we must leave before it's too late!"

With fear in his heart, the Demon Sword attacked him with Devil Thoughts. Despite being quite a distance away, it strangely seemed to be wrapped around him. The hundred-yard long red Demon Sword, like a monstrous python winding around a mountain, coiled several times around his body.

Terrified, Xu Tao hastened to cast a spell to escape, pulling back his Magical Treasures that were combating the Demon Sword, scattering his Spells in the process. The Demon Sword took advantage of the gap, wrapping around him and cutting him into pieces!

The greatest evil saw Xu Tao who was originally fighting alongside him suddenly act as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, blindly swinging his arms and retracting his Magical Treasures, and soon fell victim as well.

His hands burst forth with black light from his fingers, roaring in rage as he fought a decisive battle with the Demon Sword.

The Demon Sword then created illusions, exploiting his anger, conjuring several Demon Sword phantoms, each bearing various heads that spoke to him, taunts of all kinds. As he was distracted, the Sword Intent struck directly at his Primordial Spirit, first dealing a heavy blow within his mind, followed by the Demon Sword itself dispersing his black fingertip light and then piercing through his chest!

The Four Evil Gods of Yangjiao Ridge were all wiped out, their spiritual energy consumed by the Demon Sword—it was simply too delicious... Despite their unsightly appearances, their mana was strong and their Essence Energy abundant, like a mortal having eaten four millennium ginsengs, revitalizing so much that their eyes shone, eager to jump for joy.

Having had this experience, the Demon Sword returned to its original Demon Path nature. It pondered that although Shi Feiyang had a good temperament and wasn't too bad to itself, by not allowing it to hunt or providing it with blood food, staying by his side was only marginally better than following the Big Monk. Now that it had left, why not seize this opportunity for boundless freedom, where the sea is wide for fish to leap and the sky is high for swords to fly?

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