Ling Yun was hanging high in the air, his cloak fluttering with demonic energy. The cloak slipped off, revealing his pupils that had turned completely red.
Looking at him like this, how can he still have the demeanor of the leader of the Immortal Sect? It’s not an exaggeration to say that the Demon King is alive!
"Possessed! He is possessed!" shouted an elder.
"How could this happen?" Bei Feng murmured, "Wasn't it just that he was injured by the demon sword? With his ability to transform into gods, how could he become a demon?"
Becoming possessed sounds scary, but it’s actually not easy. Like Ling Bufei, who was filled with demonic energy when he was born. Relying on the restraining effect of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, An Ansheng lived in his twenties and ushered in vitality?
Ling Yungao is a monk who transforms into gods. With his profound cultivation, it is not difficult to suppress one or two. What's more, he is still the leader of the Wuji Sect, with top-level elixirs at his fingertips, and there are so many top-level monks for help. To put it bluntly, there are so many elders in the sect, and they can all take turns to help him force out the demonic energy!
"Because my uncle didn't become possessed just today." Ling Bufei looked at Ling Yungao in mid-air with a heavy gaze, "As early as eight years ago, when my ancestor was celebrating his birthday, he fell into the trap."
"What?"
Eight years ago, the Ling family birthday party!
"It's the demon that was sealed in Duiyun Lake!" Elder Zuo was once invited to the Ling family to refine the demon, and he has a deep memory. "It actually escaped!"
Yang Xiangtian frowned and said, "How did the young master know? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"I didn't let him say it." Hua Wusheng strode over, "Back then, we only noticed abnormalities from the sect leader's deeds. There was no evidence. How could we just talk nonsense? After all, he was the sect leader. What if he was wrong? slander?"
Xin Tingxue nodded: "Senior Sister Hua is right. Ask yourself, if I knew it, I wouldn't dare to say anything."
The two seniors expressed their opinions, and the others thought about it, and they would be afraid of it, so they kept silent.
In mid-air, Ling Yungao used the magic sword again.
He pressed his fingers on the sword and pulled hard, and the monstrous demonic shadow was pulled out by him.
This sword has not been nourished by demonic energy for thousands of years. Suddenly it senses the aura of the same kind and is naturally attracted to him.
"Boom——" Demonic clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the mountain-protecting formation inspired by the demonic energy was shaken.
This is the power of ancient magic weapons!
The elders of the Wuji Sect were horrified. The Demonic Sword had been sealed in the Taiyi Palace for thousands of years. They had never seen the power it exerted. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they knew how powerful the Demon Lord was in the Demon-Sealing War.
"What are you doing standing still? Quickly form a formation and stop him!" Yang Xiangtian shouted loudly.
So the elders flew forward one after another, each using magic weapons and secret skills. For a moment, light and shadow were flying, full of murderous intent.
The disciples in Yunwu Mountain were alarmed by such a movement and looked at the demonic shadows everywhere in the sky with fear.
"What's this?"
"Devil, there is a demon!"
Some people with good eyesight recognized him and murmured: "Look at this devil, why does he look so much like the sect leader?"
Everyone looked over and saw a familiar face.
"Sect Master, it's really the Sect Master!"
"What's going on? The sect master is possessed by a demon?"
"Oh my God!"
The demonic energy exploded again, and sharp ghost cries sounded. The disciples below had splitting headaches and were frightened.
"Hurry up and release the magic barrier!" Hua Wusheng shouted, "Be careful he hurts his disciples!"
Elder Gan shouted loudly and held the mountain guarding formation order: "Brothers and sisters, look at my formation order!"
The elders rushed forward and took their positions.
Lines of spiritual light were released, connected into lines, forming a talisman array, and forming a barrier.
Naturally, Ling Yungao would not let them completely condense. In that case, it would be difficult for him to run away.
Then the demonic energy condensed into sharp claws and grabbed it hard.
The barrier is about to fall.
Yang Xiangtian shouted: "Senior Brother Yuan, let's contain him!"
Yuan Songqiao responded and flew up.
The two flew one behind the other
At that moment, Yuan Songqiao took out his sword and slashed at him with the power of heaven and earth.
The devil's claw broke immediately after receiving this blow.
Yang Xiangtian raised his finger to the virtual painting, and the golden runes condensed and took shape. He hit it at the right time, and the broken claws blurred and disappeared.
The elders saw that he was empty inside and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be afraid! He is seriously injured and not very strong. The key is the magic sword!"
"There are so many of us, we can kill him with one palm!"
Everyone's confidence increased greatly and they surrounded Ling Yungao.
This is the headquarters of the Wuji Sect, and with more than a dozen god-transforming elders present, is it possible for a seriously injured demon cultivator to escape?
Under the attack of the elders, Ling Yungao's power became weaker and weaker, and his demonic aura became weaker and weaker...
The time has come.
Elder Gan shouted loudly and used the Mountain Protecting Formation Order.
But I saw the mountain-protecting formation shining with light, and the rays of light weaved into a brilliant golden net, encircling it from all sides.
The elders stepped back to make space.
At this moment, Ling Yungao's body flashed with blood, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly became filled with magic flames.
"Oops!" Everyone's heart sank.
"The magic power on the magic sword has not been exhausted yet, he is deliberately showing weakness!"
"Are you discovering it now? It's too late!" Ling Yungao poured all the remaining magic power in his body into the magic sword and laughed, "How could you people ever think highly of me? At first, you only saw me as your eldest brother, but later you only regarded me as your eldest brother." His son’s replacement! As the leader of this sect, how often do I get the respect I deserve? Then I’ll let you see what happens if you underestimate me!”
As he spoke, a long demonic shadow was pulled out from the demonic sword and gradually took shape.
First there were thick limbs, then broad shoulders, horns sprouted from the head, and finally a majestic figure emerged.
The heavy pressure dropped, everyone trembled from the bottom of their hearts, and a feeling of extreme danger rose from their hearts.
"Demon Lord!" Yuan Songqiao's expression changed drastically: "This is the owner of the Demon Sword, the will of the ancient Demon Lord!"
The devil in Ling Yungao was also frightened and angry: "What are you doing? Why don't you run away now?"
"What's there to run away from?" Ling Yungao said calmly, "Do you think you can really run away?"
With so many gods and the blessing of the mountain-protecting formation, he was so injured that he couldn't even deal with the thief who made a sneak attack last night. How could he survive in this situation? He is the leader of the Wuji Sect and knows the strength of the sect very well.
At this moment, Ling Yungao felt an inexplicable sense of arrogance and felt that he was ridiculous. What about the sect leader? Now everyone wants to kill him quickly!
The shadow of the Demon Lord has fully emerged.
His eyes glanced down, and without the need for words or actions, everyone felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Sword comes -" a dull voice sounded as if it came from the smoke and dust of history.
The demonic sword jumped high and fell into the hands of the demonic shadow. A dazzling bloody light flashed through. The numerous corpses that had died under the sword appeared in the form of phantoms, bringing an incomparable shock. ..
"No! Get out of the way!"
The mountain-protecting formation has been deployed, but time is too late. Before the shadow is captured, the magic sword will fall!
This sword from ancient times will definitely see blood before it is suppressed.
Who will be unlucky and die by the sword?
"Buzz--" A low buzz sounded, and a black shadow flew out and faced it with a fearless attitude.
Demon Suppressing Cauldron!
