If the true spirit of hell does not break away from the true spirit pillar, it will basically be immortal.

Even after being beheaded, he can still be reborn in the True Spirit Pillar.

Even demigods have nothing to do with the real spirit.

It can't be killed, let alone refined.

But if the true spirit escapes too far from the true spirit pillar, it will be extremely dangerous.

Without the protection of the True Spirit Pillar, the True Spirit of Hell may be forcibly refined at any time.

But the true spirits of hell have spiritual intelligence and are not fools who act recklessly.

Once it senses something is wrong, it will immediately self-destruct and return to the True Spirit Pillar.

Therefore, even in the entire hell realm, there are very few people who can refine the true spirit of hell.

And every magic weapon that refines the true spirit of hell into a weapon spirit is worth a lot of money.

This time the Demon Wing clan was alarmed. In addition to wanting to start bloodline revenge, a more important reason was to capture this true spirit of hell!

The woman's name is Moshara, and she is one of the pure-blooded demigods of the Demon Wing clan.

She defeated many competitors before she was qualified to compete for Han Yang. She traveled thousands of miles to come from the Zhenluo Domain, one of the nine core domains of the Demon Wing Clan.

At this time, outside the Castlevania, feeling the breath of the true spirit of hell, Moshara couldn't help but smile on his face.

She was about to step into Castlevania.

"Wait... something seems wrong... is this... the breath of a demigod after his death?"

Just as she was about to enter the city, she suddenly felt the traces of the remnants of the demigod's divine fire.

Logically speaking, Lu Zhan has been dead for many days and has been resurrected from the altar, so there will never be any residue of the divine fire left.

Unless a new demigod has been killed recently.

"..."

Moshara released his divine consciousness and enveloped the entire Castlevania.

For a demigod, there is not much difficulty.

As her consciousness swept across the city, her expression changed slightly.

I didn't sense the aura of the Demon Guard General.

"This true spirit of hell also killed the Demon Guard General?"

Moshaluo looked a little strange.

The Demon Guard General is from the Prison Lord lineage.

Although he is not yet a direct descendant of the prison lord, he still holds a high position of authority.

Ordinary bloodline revenge will basically not provoke people like the Demon Guard General.

Is this hell spirit crazy?

The other party's wanton behavior made Moshaluo feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Since our friends from the Demon Wing Clan are here, why not come and talk to us?"

Apparently, her behavior of spying on Castlevania with her spiritual consciousness was noticed by the true spirit of hell.

Moshaluo's eyes were slightly cold, his figure shook, and he suddenly appeared in the city lord's mansion.

Inside the main hall of the city lord's palace.

Han Yang sat lazily on the main seat.

Below, two lieutenants are diligently reporting the latest information about the Children of Hell.

Seeing Moshara appear, the two of them hurriedly silenced themselves and stood aside shivering.

Only one demigod came?

Han Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The Demon Wing clan is really proud.

Even though he clearly killed a demigod like Lu Zhan, the Demon Wing clan only sent a demigod here.

"Are you...possessed in a human body?"

Demons are indeed pure-blooded demons, and their knowledge is far richer than that of the sideline demons who live in a corner.

Han Yang's "truth" can be seen through at a glance.

She also became slightly wary.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Logically speaking, after the true spirit of hell possesses the human race, not only will it temporarily lose many of the true spirit's unique methods, but its strength will be greatly reduced.

Walking in the hell world in this way is equivalent to wrapping yourself into a gift and sending it to many hungry wolves.

Even the stupidest hell spirit would not act like this.

The unusual scene immediately made Moshaluo vigilant.

Han Yang glanced at her indifferently and said, "How about we make a deal? Give me the teleportation disk in your hand, and I will teach you the techniques that can make you a peak demigod."

"You want to teach me the skills?"

Moshaluo, who was originally very wary, had a flash of disdain in his eyes after hearing these words.

She smiled evilly and said, "Then let me weigh you first!"

How proud a pure-blooded devil is.

In their eyes, the true spirit of hell is just a special weapon spirit used to refine magic weapons.

Human beings are even worse than pigs and dogs.

Now, a human warrior who was controlled by the true spirit of hell actually talked about teaching his skills from a high position, which completely angered her.

Phew!

As Moshara erupted with a sharp cry, the purple wings on her back shot out streaks of divine light.

The power of magic wings, hundred feather strike!

The feathers condensed with divine fire and divinity turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Han Yang.

If it were in heaven, no demigod would be willing to use divine power to attack easily.

Refining divinity is not easy, and no one dares to waste it like this.

But the pure-blooded demons in the hell world are superior and have almost monopolized all resources.

As a collateral demon, you can only go so far as to become a demigod.

As for the middle and low-level demons, they are not even qualified to become demigods.

Not to mention competing for resources with pure-blooded demons.

Under the accumulation of many data, pure-blooded demons in the hell world do not care about the consumption of divinity at all.

The first move is a divine attack that combines divine fire and divinity.

Facing the demonic feathers shooting from the sky and the earth, Han Yang sat on the main seat without moving at all, just pointing his finger forward a little.

Buzz!

Ten third-order worms led all the second-order worms, and the first-order worms turned into a giant black hand, blocking Han Yang.

Puff, puff puff puff puff!

Nearly a hundred divine feathers collided with the worm and were devoured by the worm crazily.

In less than an instant, dozens of them disappeared.

Moshaluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a divine light shone in his hand.

"God's Feather Transforms into a Blade!"

Behind the magic wings, hundreds of divine feathers condensed into a long sword of light feathers.

cut!

Moshaluo's figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a stream of light and slashing towards Han Yang.

The speed talent of this family has been brought into full play.

Not even worms can catch up with her speed.

He saw that the blade was about to cut off Han Yang's head.

At this moment, a fourth-order worm suddenly appeared.

clang!
To be continued...