The so-called demonic energy comes from the interweaving of all the energies of heaven and earth.

Because of his domineering and difficult-to-tame nature, he is often feared by others.

But in the process of using the magic energy to rest, Meng Wan gradually understood the truth contained therein.

Looking at the world, complexity is also a balance. Those who cannot understand it will be destroyed by their own hands, while those who can control it can roam freely in the world.

Not only will she harness this tremendous power, she will also use it to break all the constraints on her path of cultivation.

With this clear understanding, Meng Wan continued to mobilize the demonic energy in her body, guiding it to continuously flow between her hands.

The time of a stick of incense passed quietly.

After exhausting all the demonic energy in her body, Meng Wan completed her first tempering.

She clenched her five fingers into a fist, feeling the significant increase in the power and strength of her fingertips, and couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of this blood-sucking demon body.

"Hey, little girl, how is it? Is the technique I created very powerful?"

The voice of the Grandmother Ancestor sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness, with a hint of pride.

Meng Wan smiled slightly and responded respectfully, "Senior, your skills are indeed extraordinary. I am deeply grateful for your teachings and guidance."

After hearing this, the Grandmother was quite satisfied. "It's good to know what's good for you. Now that you've learned the method of tempering your body with demonic energy, you should strike while the iron is hot and continue practicing."

The demonic energy in Meng Wan's body had already been completely exhausted by the previous tempering.

She was just about to use her internal energy to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and transform it into demonic energy.

At this moment, the magic pattern in her palm suddenly lit up, and then slowly began to move.

As the magic pattern operated, a series of complex auras were absorbed into Meng Wan's body from the heaven and earth.

Then they merged into one, turning into demonic energy, filling Meng Wan's body.

Okay, we can even save the step of replenishing the magic energy. The ancestor grandmother is really thoughtful.

Meng Wan adjusted her breathing, urged the demonic energy in her body, and poured it between her hands along a specific trajectory.

As time went by, Meng Wan's hands became more flexible and powerful, and her control over the demonic energy became more precise.

Three months later.

Meng Wan sat cross-legged in the performance field, demonic energy surging around her body, flowing around her slender body like an inky tide.

There was a faint black light flickering between her hands, like two sharp devil blades, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

"call……"

Meng Wan let out a long sigh and slowly opened her eyes.

Deep within the dark pupils, there seemed to be an endless abyss that made people dare not look directly at it.

She slowly raised her hands, gently clenched her five fingers together, felt the firm touch from her fingertips, and a faint curve appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"It's done."

After three months of tempering, the strength of her hands is comparable to that of low-grade Taoist weapons.

"After tempering for so long, this strength is barely acceptable."

There was a hint of arrogance in Grandma Zu's tone, "Next, it's time to test your results."

"Senior, what you mean is..."

Meng Wan's heart moved, and she vaguely guessed the intention of the Grandmother.

"Call over the sparring partner from last time who is in the Spiritual Transformation stage, and conduct a real combat drill."

Grandma Zushi's tone left no room for doubt.

"yes."

Compared with the last time when she was nervous, this time, Meng Wan was eager to try and was looking forward to the upcoming battle.

Not long after, a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, wearing a green Taoist robe and with an immortal look, appeared outside her cave.

This person was none other than the incarnation cultivator who had fought with Meng Wan last time, his name was Li Feng.

Compared to last time, his attitude towards Meng Wan has obviously improved a lot, and he even has a bit of friendliness in his attitude.

"Friend Meng, nice to meet you again. It's been a few months since we last met. Your cultivation has improved a lot."

Over the past few months, everyone has seen Wu Zhiwei's attention and appreciation for Meng Wan, and they are jealous of her.

Even though he still looked down on Meng Wan in his heart, he would no longer show it on the surface.

"Senior Li, thank you for making the trip."

Meng Wan nodded slightly, her tone polite but distant.

"You're welcome. We're all just doing things for the young lady."

His eyes fell on Meng Wan's hands, vaguely sensing an unusual aura, and asked tentatively.

"What powerful technique did the young lady teach you this time?"

Meng Wan smiled slightly, a sly look flashing in her eyes: "You'll know in a moment."

Before she finished speaking, Meng Wan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Li Feng only felt a flash before his eyes, accompanied by a suffocating feeling of oppression, and a strong demonic energy rushed towards him.

He felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart and instinctively stepped back, while at the same time taking out an ancient bronze mirror to try to resist this sudden attack.

A black light flashed by, and Meng Wan's hands appeared in front of him. Her five fingers were like hooks, with a cold chill, and went straight to his chest.

Those hands seemed to be condensed from the deepest darkness, emitting a heart-pounding demonic aura.

Wherever it passed, even the air made a sizzling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"This is……"

Li Feng's pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly felt that the hardness of these hands was far beyond his imagination.

It is even stronger than the low-grade Taoist bronze ancient mirror in his hand!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Meng Wan's bloody claws collided fiercely with the ancient bronze mirror.

The expected sound of metal clashing did not appear, but instead there was a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds.

Li Feng only felt a huge force coming at him, his tiger's mouth shook violently, and a tiny crack appeared on the ancient bronze mirror in his hand!

“This… How is this possible?!”

Li Feng screamed in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

This ancient bronze mirror is a Taoist artifact, how could it be damaged in the hands of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage?

However, Meng Wan ignored his shock.

After a successful attack, she rushed forward like a ghost, waving her hands continuously, leaving behind afterimages.

Each strike contained the power to split mountains and break rocks, attacking Li Feng's vital points.

Li Feng was horrified and no longer cared about anything else. He quickly injected all his magic power into the ancient bronze mirror, trying to resist Meng Wan's attack.

However, under the terrifying power of the Blood Demon's Claw, the cracks on the ancient bronze mirror grew larger and larger, and it was about to shatter completely.

“Crack!”

Finally, under another heavy blow from Meng Wan, the ancient bronze mirror let out a wail and completely shattered into countless pieces, scattering on the ground.

Without the protection of the Taoist weapon, Li Feng was completely exposed to Meng Wan's attack.

"What kind of technique is this..."

Li Feng's voice was trembling a little.

He could feel the cold touch coming from those claws, a demonic intent colder than death.

Meng Wan didn't answer, but just raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, she poured all the demonic energy in her body into her hands.

The hands that were originally as black as ink now became even deeper, like two black holes that swallowed everything, which was daunting.

She raised her hand and grabbed Li Feng's body which had lost the protection of the magic weapon.

However, how can a cultivator who has reached the state of spiritual transformation be underestimated?