Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

After successfully collecting the True Spirit Seal of the Nightmare Demon Lord, Fang Yang clapped his hands and removed the seal of the Heavenly Secret Lock on the Nightmare Demon Lord.

The Nightmare Demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the ground.

His voice was extremely cold, full of hatred and anger.

"Fang Yang, if it weren't for the Holy Church cultivating you, you would have died in Taihang Mountain long ago. Not only do you not know how to repay your kindness, but you also repay kindness with hatred and plot against me. Even if you kill me, I will not surrender to a villain like you."

This old fox, while accusing Fang Yang, turned into a meteor and launched a fierce assassination at Fang Yang.

Fang Yang smiled and gently shook the demon-summoning banner in his hand.

"Ah!"

The Nightmare Demon Lord screamed and fell from the void, curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, just like a shrimp about to be cooked.

What he endured was the most painful pain of the True Spirit. Every moment, his true spirit was suffering from the pain of being cut into pieces.

"Ah, what happened to you, fellow Daoist?"

Fang Yang showed a look of surprise, but his hand did not stop, still shaking the magic flag.

The Nightmare Demon Lord was already in dire straits, in agony, and fainted after being provoked by Fang Yang's weird words.

Yes, the Nightmare Demon Lord fainted!

"Even the Hunyuan Golden Immortal was tortured to the point of being worse than death. The treasure of the demon path is terrifying!"

The Holy Heart Dao Lord's scalp was numb.

The Nightmare Demon Lord was a great power at the peak of the middle stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. He only needed an opportunity to break through to the late stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal and become an existence of the same level as Zhenyuan Daxian and Kunpeng Patriarch.

However, such a powerful Nightmare Demon Lord could only be slaughtered under the magic flag.

For a great power, this was even more painful than death.

"Ah!"

With another scream, the Nightmare Demon Lord woke up from his coma in pain.

If fainting could avoid the power of the Demon Summoning Banner, then the ten demon saints of the demon race would not have been enslaved by Di Jun and Tai Yi. They sealed themselves up and fell into a deep sleep, and when Di Jun and Tai Yi were killed by the twelve witch ancestors, they would naturally be free.

The Demon Summoning Banner, the Demon Summoning Banner, and the List of Gods are all the same type of things.

The meaning of their existence is to make those who have been marked by their true spirits unable to live or die.

"Ah!"

The Nightmare Demon Lord stood up in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands beat his head desperately.

Fang Yang's movements slowed down a little, and he showed the Demon Summoning Banner.

"Daoyou Mengyan, this treasure is called the Demon Summoning Banner, which is similar to the Demon Summoning Banner of the demon race. If you surrender, you can avoid all the pain."

However, who is the Nightmare Demon Lord? He is a Hunyuan Jinxian, and his endurance is far beyond that of ordinary people.

He first looked at the Demon Summoning Banner with a vicious look, and then laughed: "What can a mere Demon Summoning Banner do to me? I am not afraid of death, so how can I be afraid of torture?"

At this moment, he had just suffered the punishment of the Demon Summoning Banner, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, but he stood very straight.

After listening to the words of the Nightmare Demon Lord, Fang Yang gave the Nightmare Demon Lord an admiring look and cheered: "Good! The people I admire most in my life are people like you."

After that, he waved his hand, and the time formation rose again. The speed of time in the formation reached the point where one day in the outside world was a thousand years inside.

"The law of time, you have even comprehended the law of time?"

The Nightmare Demon Lord widened his eyes, somewhat unbelievable.

Fang Yang smiled and said: "Since you like pain, I will let you enjoy it."

After that, he and the Holy Heart Taoist Lord left the time formation together, leaving the Nightmare Demon Lord alone in the formation.

"Brother, this day and a thousand years, he won't have a mental breakdown, right?"

Understanding Fang Yang's intention, Saint Heart Daojun mourned for Nightmare Demon Lord.

The pain of this magic flag is unlimited. The longer the attack lasts, the more severe the pain.

If Fang Yang shakes it in the outside world for one day, Nightmare Demon Lord will have an attack for a thousand years. If Fang Yang shakes it for a year, Nightmare Demon Lord will suffer for 360,500 years!

Fang Yang shook his head and said firmly: "He is a Hunyuan Jinxian, how can his mind collapse so easily. These great powers of the Demon Dao must be subdued. With them, my Wusheng Sect can swallow up the Demon Dao's luck and snatch the destiny of Taoism's elimination and demons' growth."

As he said, he shook the magic flag again. This shake lasted for ten days.

During these ten days, the sound in the time array changed from screaming to roaring, from roaring to roaring, from roaring to silence, and finally from silence to crying.

When Fang Yang opened the formation and stepped into it, a figure immediately pounced at Fang Yang's feet, grabbed Fang Yang's feet, and pleaded with a hoarse voice.

"Demon Ancestor, I know my crime. I am willing to give up the dark and join the light and submit to the Demon Ancestor!"

Fang Yang looked closely and saw that the Nightmare Demon Lord was as thin as Monkey King, with sunken eyes and skinny as a stick. The precious clothes on his body were torn into strips by himself.

The ground and the wall were covered with bloodstains, scratches, and bite marks.

It is hard to imagine how the Nightmare Demon Lord survived the 10,000 years in the formation.

"I am a traitor and an ungrateful person. How can I deserve the title of 'Demon Ancestor' from Taoist friend?"

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Seeing Fang Yang grab the magic banner again, the Nightmare Demon Lord panicked. He immediately took action and began to slap himself hard.

"I was blind and thought that the Demon Ancestor was too young and inexperienced to be qualified to lead the Demon Path. I know my crime, I know my crime, and I beg the Demon Ancestor to forgive me!"

He beat them until his front teeth fell out, his hands were covered with blood, but he still didn't stop.

Before, he looked down on the old man Kunpeng and the ten demon saints, thinking that they were all spineless and without backbone.

But now, he has completely lost this idea.

He knew that Taiyi had comprehended the law of time. It seems that Taiyi must have used the same method to deal with the old man Kunpeng and the ten demon saints.

He struggled for 10,000 years, and the pain of each day was twice as strong as the previous day. In the end, he wanted to commit suicide.

However, under the control of the demon-summoning banner, he could not complete the step of suicide.

Apart from surrendering to Fang Yang, he had no other way.

"Okay!"

Fang Yang raised his hand and put away the demon-summoning banner.

"Why did you suffer so much if you had surrendered to me earlier? In fact, I had no choice. Otherwise, I would not be able to lead the forces of the Demonic Path. You must know that Ji Du will leave the prehistoric world sooner or later. After he leaves, only I can revitalize the Demonic Path."

At this point, the Nightmare Demon Lord dared not say no to Fang Yang's words. What Fang Yang said was what it was. He didn't want to suffer the pain just now again.

"The Demon Ancestor is right. The Demon Ancestor is destined to be the one. No one can compare with him. Even Ji Du and Luo Hou can't be compared with the Demon Ancestor."

The Nightmare Demon Lord said insincerely, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Not bad!"

Fang Yang nodded with satisfaction.

The Nightmare Demon Lord's matter was finally dealt with. With this breakthrough, it would be easier for him to deal with the Demonic Path.