Ling Bufei felt his soul suddenly lifted up and fell into a heavy fog.
A huge force poured into his body and flowed throughout his body.
He was a little dizzy and looked down at his hands.
At this moment, he had no doubt that he could move mountains and seas with just one hand.
"Boom——" There was another dull sound, the shadow of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron emerged, and the harsh pressure was suppressed.
The huge power quickly faded, and the fog suddenly dissipated. Ling Bufei found himself standing in Taiyi Hall, holding the magic sword in his hand.
"Young Sect Master?" Yang Xiangtian looked at him warily.
"I'm fine." Ling Bufei handed the demon sword back, "This sword is indeed evil. I seemed to have sensed the demon lord's will just now."
Song Zhi stared for a while to make sure that he was not under a curse, and then he felt relieved.
"The young sect master has a demon-suppressing cauldron, but it can also be affected by the demon sword. Let's reinforce it a few more layers!"
Yang Xiangtian agreed: "No wonder the sect master..." He paused and said, "He is interested in the magic sword. It is indeed powerful."
The three of them spent most of the day and finally sealed the magic sword.
When he was about to leave, Song Zhiyi asked: "Is the young sect master worried? Do you need to tell us?"
Ever since he was affected by the magic sword, his expression has been very heavy.
Ling Bufei twitched his lips and said, "Uncle Song has seen it."
"Go to your sword pavilion!" Yang Xiangtian raised his chin towards Song Zhiyi and said decisively, "Young Sect Master, if something happens to you, it is not your own fault."
Ling Bufei understood his worries and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
So the three of them went to Song Zhiyi's Jiange.
Song Zhiyi loved purity, so all the people Jiange used to handle affairs were puppets. Lin Baiyu was practicing at the moment, and no one happened to disturb him.
He asked the two of them to sit down and ordered the puppet to serve tea.
After drinking tea twice, Ling Bufei finally figured out what to say.
"Two uncles, in fact, I not only sensed the will of the Demon Lord, to be precise, I became the Demon Lord himself."
Yang Xiangtian frowned: "You mean, you are possessed? So powerful?"
Ling Bufei shook his head: "No, it's because my body... fits the magic sword very well, as if I am a natural demon cultivator."
Yang Xiangtian and Song Zhiyi were both stunned.
Ling Bufei continued: "If I don't have the Demon Suppressing Cauldron on me, I feel that I can easily fuse with the Demon Sword."
"Hands." Yang raised his chin to the sky.
When Ling Bufei stretched out his hand, he held it down.
After a while, Yang Xiangtian stopped checking his pulse and exhaled.
"Senior Brother Yang, do you see anything?" Song Zhiyi asked.
Yang Xiangtian frowned: "You know, to cultivate immortals, one has the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and to cultivate demons, one has the qualifications to cultivate demons..."
"You mean, the young master's qualifications for cultivating demons are very good?"
Yang Xiangtian spread his hands: "Maybe the young sect leader's acupuncture points have been alienated, so they are fully adapted to the demonic energy."
Ling Bufei nodded slowly. Bai Mengjin said something similar to him. Although the demonic energy in his body was dispelled by the thunder, the alienated acupuncture points could not return to normal, so he could only use his body to store spiritual energy and do "body cultivation".
"What does this mean?" Song Zhiyi thought, "The young sect leader is more likely to be possessed by demons?"
"You can say that, but with the existence of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, evil spirits can't get close to him, so don't worry too much." Yang Xiangtian reassured.
Song Zhiyi understood: "Young Master, it is better to keep a distance from those magic weapons in the future to avoid any accidents."
"Yes." Yang Xiangtian agreed, reaching out and patting Ling Bufei on the shoulder, "The probability of a situation like today happening is still very small."
Ling Bufei nodded, but a thought flashed through his mind.
That’s true, his terminal condition is not completely hopeless!
If he hadn't met Meng Jin and couldn't eliminate the demonic energy from his body, he could have turned into a demonic cultivator. A body that is so close to demonic energy, say no
You can definitely use the power of the magic sword for your own use.
He has the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, which can compete with the Demon King's will to keep himself sane and prevent him from degenerating into a real demon.
But this must be very painful. The physical body has become a battlefield between the demonic energy and the demon-suppressing cauldron. They are constantly fighting...it must be ten times and a hundred times more intense than his previous attack of demonic energy!
Fortunately, he met Meng Jin, completely eliminated the evil spirit, and could be a normal person.
Ling Bufei was in a good mood and wanted to go back and see Bai Mengjin.
Just as he was about to say goodbye, a messenger talisman suddenly flew from the window.
Seeing the flashing light on it, Ling Bufei quickly took it, and then his expression changed.
"No, A Xu said something happened in Xuan Bing Prison, Meng Jin rushed there!"
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Demonic energy, demonic energy...
Ling Yungao dragged his broken body through the wind and snow. His body was full of demonic energy and was covered with all kinds of strange limbs. He no longer looked like a human being.
Finally, he caught one of the minions who couldn't run away in time and bit him in one bite.
"No! Let me go!" The minion struggled.
However, Ling Yungao was possessed by a strong desire and wanted to eat him at any cost.
After a short battle, the minions finally became his meal.
Not enough, not enough at all!
Ling Yungao's eyes flashed with blood, as if he had been hungry for hundreds and thousands of years, and all he wanted to do was eat.
The devil fled in all directions, not wanting to provoke him. However, Ling Yungao was very familiar with the seals of Xuanbing Prison. Today was his weak period, and he actually broke them one by one.
After eating three or four demons in a row, Ling Yungao finally felt a little bit like he was pregnant.
Relying on instinct, he walked step by step to the entrance of a cave...
Bai Mengjin withdrew his thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes, and got up from the bed.
Seeing her pushing open the door and walking out, Baili Xu, who was studying scriptures, stood up quickly: "Miss Bai, you..."
Before he could say his greeting, he was interrupted by Bai Mengjin: "Something happened in Xuanbing Prison, I have to go and see!"
"ha?"
Baili Xu felt like a blur before his eyes, and she had disappeared.
The light fell, and Bai Mengjin stood at the door of Xuanbing Prison.
Before the Nascent Soul guard could speak, Elder Honglu had already appeared: "Girl, what are you doing here?"
Bai Mengjin shook the sect master's order in his hand and asked, "Uncle, do you know what happened inside?"
The elder of the oven nodded: "I'm about to deal with it. You're not strong enough, so you'd better not get involved."
Bai Mengjin twitched the corner of his lips: "Anyway, spiritual power is not used in it. When it comes to other methods, I may not be worse than you."
"You sound so loud!" Henghu was displeased, "Little girl, don't talk big!"
"Whether it's a lie or not, you'll know if you try it." Bai Mengjin would not listen to the advice and followed him step by step, "If you don't let me in, you won't be able to get in either!"
The oven blew his beard and glared: "Don't go too far!"
Bai Mengjin looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Hong Lu was still worried about the situation inside and sighed angrily: "Okay! You'd better follow closely. I won't be responsible for anything that happens!"
