"Are you going to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?" Yun Shengxian became angry and shouted sternly.
"Can the leader imprison people regardless of their innocence?" At the right time, Yu Wen Haosheng came with his sword. He landed next to Du Ce, pointed his sword at Yunsheng Shangxian, and continued angrily: "You are not worthy of being my master!"
The atmosphere in the Demon Prison was already tense, and the arrival of Yu Wen Haosheng made the atmosphere even more tense. He was originally ordered to go out to serve as director, but he had just learned that there was chaos in the Demon Prison, so he hurried over to help. Unexpectedly, he learned that Lan Sheng had been imprisoned here by his master, which instantly made him furious.
"Junior Brother Haosheng, don't be rude to Master." Du Ce stopped him quickly and persuaded Yuwen Haosheng to put away his sword.
Yuwen Haosheng turned a deaf ear to his words, but his eyes were attracted by Chang Ling who was holding Lan Sheng in his arms, and he said coldly: "Who are you? How dare you be frivolous to Junior Sister Lan Sheng?" He stared at Chang Ling with a sharp gaze. Show hostility.
"I am willing, do you want to take care of it?!" Lan Sheng replied first, choking back to Yu Wen Haosheng.
Yuwen Haosheng was stunned for a moment. He probably knew who this person was, and knew that he was the person Lan Sheng was waiting for, but his trembling heart could not help venting his unwillingness. Unconsciously, the veins in the hand holding the sword bulged due to excessive force, and the eyes staring at Chang Ling also showed murderous intent. But Chang Ling never looked directly at him, and Chang Ling's contempt made him even more angry.
Chang Ling raised his eyes, glanced at everyone, and then stopped at Yun Sheng, the Immortal, and said calmly: "This disciple wants to take Lan Sheng away, I hope the master will make it happen!"
"No!" Yun Shengxian's eyes were solemn.
"Then the disciple can only force his way in." Chang Ling lowered his eyes and said no more.
Over the Sleepy Demon Prison, Master Yunxu lowered his head, his hair flying in the wind, covering his handsome and cold face. No one could see his features clearly, but everyone knew that he was extremely angry.
"Disciples form an array and clear the door." Immortal Yun Sheng also issued an order.
The five people in the formation are all beloved disciples of the two immortals. The leader issued an order in anger, but can he really take action? The elders looked left and right, unable to make up their minds. The leader's order cannot be disobeyed, and in the end they made up their mind and sacrificed their magical weapons.
All the disciples followed the elders and drew out their long swords. The tip of the sword pointed at the five people. They stepped on the seven-star steps under their feet and circled around them, like a swimming dragon coiling its body. The magic circle has begun to show murderous intent, and the war is about to break out.
"Lan Sheng is not afraid." Chang Ling comforted Lan Sheng in his arms without looking at the people forming the formation.
Lan Sheng said "hmm" and nodded heavily, but his melancholy eyes could not hide his worry.
Chang Ling saw through her thoughts and said softly: "They are no match for me." Then he smiled slightly, his eyes full of doting, rubbed her head again, and then closed her eyes with the armrest.
Lan Sheng felt her body lighten, and a stream of air carried her to a corner, where the familiar golden light barrier enveloped her again.
"Master, the sword has no eyes, don't hurt your fellow disciples!" Du Ce seemed overwhelmed by the changes in the situation, and shouted anxiously to Yunsheng Shangxian, hoping that he would take back his life.
But Yunsheng Shangxian was already angry and wanted to take down Changling by force, so he could not listen to Du Ce's words. He waved his sleeves, and the formation underneath began to change, like a coiled dragon that was constantly tightening its body, always ready to break the people in the formation into pieces.
The disciples in the formation were divided into two rows. The disciples in the outer circle continued to step on the seven-star steps, while the disciples in the inner circle were already raising their swords to kill several people. Zhuling and Yuwen Haosheng also held their swords in front of them, ready to fight.
Chang Ling's hands were rapidly changing his fingers, and the moment the disciples rushed in front of them, a burst of spiritual power spread out in all directions. Everyone, including Zhuling and the others, felt as if they were as heavy as a mountain and couldn't move their feet at all.
Immediately afterwards, Chang Ling waved his sleeves, and the disciples were forced to retreat tens of meters. The long swords in their hands were also confiscated and submerged into the rocky ground, with only the hilts exposed.
Since the day of seclusion, Chang Ling had expected that one day he would be the enemy of Yuntian, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly. He didn't want to hurt his fellow disciples, nor did he want Zhuling and Du Ce to be charged with treason because of him.
"Today, I will take her away, and anyone who stands in my way will die!" Chang Ling shouted thunderously. This sound was as powerful as a rainbow, and the surrounding spiritual energy poured out.
All the elders looked at each other, never expecting that the current leader, Ling Xiuwei, had become so domineering.
"Don't be so presumptuous, evildoer." The clouds rose up to the sky, with awe-inspiring momentum. He raised his hand to grab it from the air, and the strong wind roared down, making even the sand and stones on the ground tremble. Chang Ling also raised his palm, and the two palms faced each other, and for a moment they were evenly matched.
The elders also reacted and used their palm winds one after another to help Yun Sheng become an immortal.
The duel of palm power was actually a competition of spiritual power, but even though Chang Ling was outnumbered by one, he still did not fall behind. Everyone secretly lamented that Chang Ling was extremely talented and had such accomplishments at such a young age.
The violent palm wind raged in the trapped demon prison, and the wailing sound of the demon beast in the cage became even louder. The palm power duel continued, Chang Ling's lips gradually turned white due to the loss of spiritual power, and large and small beads of sweat oozed from Yunsheng Shangxian's cheeks. Both sides were exhausted. Suddenly, a string of ringtones came from a distance, clear and ethereal, echoing in the Demon Trapped Prison.
The ringing sound was pleasant to the ear, and the bodies of the imprisoned disciples were restored to freedom, and even the imprisoned monsters became quiet instantly. Wherever the music hit, young green grass sprouted on the rocks. After a while, colorful butterflies were flying in the Demon Prison, and it was full of life.
Chang Ling secretly thought that something was not right, he suddenly mobilized his spiritual power, and his palm power surged instantly, knocking Yunsheng Shangxian away. He turned back to look at Lan Sheng. At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly and her body stood in a strange posture, like a walking zombie.
Chang Ling flashed and flew back to Lan Sheng's side. He stretched out his arm, and as soon as it touched her shoulder, her body softened and she fell straight into his arms.
Is this the melody of the Demon Clan’s sacred object, the Bone Soul Bell?
Yunsheng Shangxian also reacted, and couldn't help but be surprised by the charm of the Bone Soul Bell, which could easily pull him into the illusion.
"Don't walk around randomly, this is an illusion!" Yun Shengxian said coldly. This illusion was so real that even he didn't know how to get out of it.
The disciples had lost their weapons and did not dare to move around at will. They all stood still and waited for the elders' orders.
At this time, another sound rang out in the trapped demon prison. The Sanskrit sound was clear and clear. When you listen to it, you feel like you are in the mountains and rivers. It is extremely beautiful and shocking.
Is this a demon-suppressing song? According to legend, the demon-suppressing tune was created by the Immortal Mo Chen. The overbearing rhyme of the tune can suppress demonic energy and kill evil spirits, which is the highest method in the immortal world.
Since the Immortal World was massacred, this song has been lost for a long time, and I never thought it would reappear in the world at this time. Yunsheng Shangxian glanced around, trying to find the source of the Sanskrit sound, but he could only see the boundless wilderness.
The Demon Suppressing Song and the Sound of the Soul Bell are both supreme and evil methods. The two melodies formed an invisible confrontation in the Demon Prison. Compared to the bell tone, the demon-suppressing Sanskrit tone is less gentle and more majestic, with the potential to suppress the tone of the soul bell.
In a trance, the flowers and plants collapsed, the birds and animals fled, and the illusion of flowers and plants created by the ring tone gradually collapsed. The Bone Soul Bell is a sacred object. Unwilling to be suppressed, the sound of the bell became even louder, but the illusion could no longer hold on and was shattered.
As the illusion disappeared, the barrier leading to the sky came into view again, and Yunsheng Shangxian also found the source of the music - Chang Ling.
But he could no longer care about being surprised at this time, because dim cracks had appeared on the trapped demon barrier, and the cracks were flashing with white light in accordance with the pitch of the music.
The monsters in the prison became excited. They felt the loosening of their confinement, and a familiar force was reviving. For this reason, they fought hard against the cage, even if they knew they couldn't do it, they worked tirelessly.
"Don't let the trapped demon barrier collapse." Yun Shengxian shouted, and immediately strengthened the barrier with luck.
Seeing this, the elders also cast spells one after another to strengthen the barrier. However, the collapse continues unabated.
Chang Ling's face turned pale, and he was at the end of his strength. He could only force his luck to maintain the demon-suppressing song, but in the end it was difficult to resist the demonic sound of the soul bell. Just when the trapped monster barrier was about to collapse, a burst of clear energy came. The powerful momentum instantly suppressed the rhythm of the bone soul bell. The sound of the monster hitting the cage also stopped abruptly, and the gap in the barrier Recombine at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Meet the Heavenly Lord." All the disciples faced the people in the distance and bowed their heads in worship.
The person who came was none other than Tianzun Yuntian, and the Immortal Yunxu came with him. Tianzun Yuntian raised his hand slightly, and the disciples also stood up and retreated to both sides respectfully.
"Yunsheng, how can the trapped demon prison be a good place? Using weapons here will only arouse the demonic energy in her body. This is reckless." Yuntian Tianzun looked at him and said, his words were calm, retaining his master's will Dignity, but without losing the sense of reproach.
"Disciple realizes his mistake, please punish me, Master." Yun Sheng, the Immortal, cupped his fists and bowed his head.
"That's all." Yuntian Tianzun motioned for him to stand up, and then walked to Chang Ling's side. He waved his hand gently, and a burst of spiritual power passed by. Lan Sheng frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
After regaining consciousness, Lan Sheng felt a splitting headache and kept struggling. During this time, Yuntian Tianzun spent a lot of spiritual power on her, and Lan Sheng gradually regained her composure, and her complexion became rosy.
Chang Ling staggered to help Lan Sheng stand up, looked at Yuntian Tianzun with a complicated expression, and then bowed deeply: "Thank you, Tianzun."
The method of transferring Qi is detrimental to one's own cultivation. Tianzun transferred a lot of spiritual power to Lan Sheng, and Chang Ling was extremely grateful.
"There is no need to say thank you. Yun Sheng was reckless in this matter, and it is my duty to help her." Tianzun Yuntian took a long breath, waved his hands, and then turned to the disciples and said: "The trapped demon is safe, all disciples Let’s go back first.”
"Tianzun, but she..." The Bone Soul Bell is related to the heavenly tribulation. Yun Sheng, the Supreme Immortal, wanted to explain, but Yuntian Tianzun did not give him a chance and continued: "I have a sense of how to deal with it." Yuntian Tianzun's tone was intolerable. refute.
Yunsheng Shangxian opened his mouth and swallowed what he was saying. Although he was still a little reluctant, he had no choice but to order the elders to lead the disciples out of the Demon Prison.
"Tianzun wants to punish senior brother and junior sister Lan Sheng?" Zhuling walked up to Tianzun Yuntian, bowed her hands, and then asked.
"Lan Sheng is already a disciple of Yuntian. Her fault for this matter is not hers. How can I punish her?" Yuntian Tianzun stroked his long beard and continued: "You should go back first. I still have some things to explain to Yu. Chang Ling and Lan Sheng."
"As for Junior Sister Lan Sheng's injury..." Zhuling was still worried and looked at Chang Ling with a worried look on her face.
"Her injuries are no longer serious." Chang Ling also nodded towards Zhuling and smiled lightly.
Senior brother is a serious person and rarely smiles, but his smile always makes people feel at ease. Seeing him smile, Zhuling felt relieved, told him to go home early, and left the Demon Prison with Yunxu Shangxian.
In the distance, Yu Wen Haosheng stared at Lan Sheng in a trance, feeling lonely and alone, just like always. He let out a long sigh, as if relieved, and turned out of the barrier, walking on the snow-covered stone path with deep steps.
After all, she didn't belong to him. After all the entanglement, she was left alone.
