MM Racing Page 353
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He was transformed into a human by the demons using their power.
And now, this is the demon who follows Miyamoto Musashi.
It is the connection that will bring him back again.
The so-called exchange.
It was all just to allow Miyamoto Musashi, who had already become a human, to...
It's simply a matter of being able to better accept the inheritance and completely become a demon again.
“So that’s how it is!!!”
On the continent of Kings, countless heroes exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone thought that this story (Nuo Zhao Hao) was about a demon trying to change a person.
Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, their only intention was to turn their young demon lord into a demon once again.
"The Demon Clan, Young Master?!"
On the giant screen.
Miyamoto Musashi was now in a state of utter disarray.
"It's too late, young master!"
"I can no longer control whether you have any problems when you receive the power!"
"You must become stronger now, and then, survive, survive!!!"
No matter how messy he is.
Time was of the essence.
There's no way to explain that demon any further.
The surging power instantly flowed into Miyamoto Musashi's body.
Miyamoto Musashi stood in the pitch-black night, the surrounding air seemingly frozen.
His heart was pounding, and the sound of his own rapid breathing echoed in his ears.
Suddenly, a surge of power rushed into his body like a tidal wave, almost making him lose his balance.
"Kakakaka!"
The sound of bones grinding together was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
It was as if every bone was being rearranged, becoming stronger and more adaptable to the impending changes.
"Awaken, son of hell!"
A deep, chilling voice came from the purple mist, like a summons from the depths of hell.
The purple mist swirled slowly in front of him, emitting an eerie glow.
Immediately, a huge purple magic circle appeared, centered on Miyamoto Musashi.
Chapter 179: Immortals Slaughter Humans to Keep Demons, What is Right, What is Evil?!
Inside the magic circle.
A wave of demonic energy spread out, filling the air with a strong smell of sulfur and a suffocating sense of oppression.
Miyamoto Musashi felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, and the intense pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Completely, become a demon?!"
He murmured softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty and fear.
At this moment, a certain instinct deep within him was awakened—his demonic nature.
The heart in his chest was no longer a human heart, but gradually returned to its true form.
"Ah!" Miyamoto Musashi roared in pain.
The demonic energy within the magic circle surged into his body like a flood, causing every cell to endure immense pressure and pain.
However, this pain is also a sign of his awakening power; he knows he is undergoing a transformation.
A powerful demonic aura emanated from his body, as if it were about to devour the entire world.
At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi's pure demon bloodline was fully activated.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and complex and mysterious runes appeared on his skin, with every vein brimming with fiery magic.
At the same time, the power preserved in the regrets of many demons was also continuously flowing into his body through the connection.
Every bit of power carried endless anger and hatred; it was the demon race's fire of revenge against the immortal race.
The demons have always been looking for an opportunity for revenge, and they have placed their hopes on Miyamoto Musashi, the last surviving demon.
They wanted to give all their power to Miyamoto Musashi, to make him the most powerful demon, and to complete their unfinished business.
The connection allows one to stand at the edge of the magic circle.
He raised his hands high and muttered incantations.
He prayed to the ancient demon god to grant Miyamoto Musashi endless power.
His eyes were filled with fervor and anticipation.
He knew that Miyamoto Musashi was the demon race's last hope.
However, the arrival of the immortals disrupted everything...
They arrived too quickly, and it was clearly too late for the second half of their training.
The connection caused 973 to look anxiously at Miyamoto Musashi.
He knew that Miyamoto Musashi absolutely could not perish.
"Even if we now possess all the power, we still cannot defeat the Immortal Clan."
"But, to live..."
The connection was made in a low murmur, a voice carrying a hint of determination and hope.
"First, inherit all our power, become true demons, and live on!"
The connection envoy, the demon beside Miyamoto, shouted.
"Oh no, it's a demonic inheritance! Everyone, be on your guard!"
We must defeat him immediately!
"come together!"
Meanwhile, the immortals in the sky naturally sensed that something was wrong and immediately began to attack, but to no avail.
Miyamoto Musashi had been making deals with the demon for a long time, and after several years of fusion between his body and the demonic energy, their auras had become very compatible, allowing them to merge directly.
"Ignore the attacks from outside, I've blocked them all for you. Now you just need to absorb this power!" the black mist said, and countless blood dances surged up, desperately resisting the attacks.
absolute!
It absolutely cannot be broken!
At that moment, Miyamoto Musashi nodded seriously, not caring about what would happen next.
He closed his eyes and felt the power of countless people surging into his body within the formation.
It felt like my body was about to burst.
I'm so full.
However, at the same time, the demonic patterns on his body were becoming increasingly darker and darker.
In the end, it completely covered the body.
His entire body was torn apart.
"Hold on! I can do it!"
Despite the pain in his body, Miyamoto Musashi didn't utter a single cry!
This is a real man!
A demon must have the aura of a demon!
Miyamoto Musashi growled, not having time to think about anything else.
His eyes were closed, and the blood mist gradually enveloped him more and more tightly.
"No, we can't let him fuse!"
"quick!"
The gods above were also extremely excited and launched a full-scale attack.
However, all the attacks landed on the purple blood mist that day, having no effect whatsoever.
"Hahaha, young master, this is all I can do for you!"
All I could see was a purple mist that day.