Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

After Zhuliu disappeared in front of Ji Linchuan, he never went far.

With his current situation, he couldn't go far.

He restrained his breath and hid in the shadows of a small town alley, with his back against the cold wall, cold sweat dripped down his pale chin, and seeped into his blood-stained skirt.

Almost... almost exposed in front of Ji Linchuan.

What on earth did the ontology do!

He panted lowly, with an invisible barrier covering his surroundings, completely covering up his aura, then he closed his eyes and sorted out the disordered spiritual power in his body, trying his best to stabilize the soul that was suffering from great pain.

He is just a fragment of his spirit and soul, which exists attached to the Demon Lord, and has an unbreakable connection with the main body. What he sees and hears, and all the emotional ups and downs, will converge into a torrent of information and transmit it to the main body.

And just now, the ontology cut off this connection with his own hands.

This is tantamount to completely cutting him out of his soul and completely abandoning him.From then on, there will be no connection between him and the main body.

Regardless of the reason why the ontology suddenly went crazy and did this, but this kind of action will undoubtedly cause great harm to him.

At that moment just now, he was almost unable to maintain his body and fell into a coma from a serious injury. Fortunately, Ji Linchuan's continuous healing techniques stabilized his injury.

And the main body in the magic palace may not be any better.

He will only be hurt more severely and the pain will be deeper.

How did the ontology do such a practice of hurting others and self, which is of no benefit at all?

The previous practice of blocking the eighth layer of the Demon Realm by the ontology in spite of everything had already made him suspicious. After the speculation was fruitless, he could only be more vigilant about it. The current practice made him even more incomprehensible.

Could it be that the main body has really made up its mind to seize power, and even he and Ji Linchuan can give up?

... If that's the case, his existence is indeed superfluous.

Zhuliu clenched his hands into fists and smashed hard on the wall.

He suddenly began to regret a little bit, regretting why he used the Soul Splitting Art in the first place, which led to the uncontrollable end now.

If anything happened to Ji Linchuan, he would never let himself go!

He smashed the wall hard a few times until several cracks appeared in the enchantment attached to it, and finally he calmed down. He looked up at the blue sky with some empty eyes.

This is a remote alleyway, the old buildings cast heavy shadows, leaving only a ray of skylight between the cracks.

It is also the only light he can grasp now.

Linchuan...

Ji Linchuan...

He kept chanting this name silently, and the pain of forcibly separating from the main soul seemed to have eased a lot.

Yes, he can't be too far away from Linchuan.

No matter what conspiracy the body has in mind, he just needs to follow Ji Linchuan closely, do everything to keep him from being disturbed by fate or human heart, and protect him to break through the boundary and soar smoothly all the way.

And all those who stand in front of him, whether they are true immortals from the upper realm, or enemies from this realm, or even the Demon Lord who is one with him——

He didn't have to show mercy.

Dark clouds gathered, blocking the blazing sun.

There was a sound of thunder, and the icy raindrops splashed on people's faces.

The streets are full of hawkers rushing to pack their things, and pedestrians are hurrying to shelter from the rain.At the corner, a figure dressed in white flitted by the wind, gradually disappearing into the air.

And in that remote and dark alley, there was no one there.

……

After Ji Linchuan bid farewell to Zhuliu, he returned to Shangxuanxianzong.

After not returning for a few months, the atmosphere within the Immortal Sect was quite different, and many disciples showed a hint of vigilance on their faces.The number of patrolling disciples also increased greatly. They all held a lamp in their palms, but there was no flame burning at the wick.

This lamp is called Yin Yin Magic Lamp, and it was jointly researched by him and Daoyan Zhenjun.

He has a deep understanding of the demons, and he also has a good understanding of the aura of the demons. After discussing with Zhenjun Daoyan for a long time, he successfully deduced a set of runes and engraved them on the lamp.

In this way, once the patrolling disciples get close to the person possessed by the demon, the wick of the magic lamp will light up to show vigilance, and the formation will be automatically triggered to trap the demon in it.

This set of runes has now been communicated to the major immortal sects and other sects, so that the monks in the cultivation world finally have a way to deal with this unpredictable demon.

But even so, it was impossible to completely prevent the infiltration of the Illusory Heavenly Demon. He could only tell his disciples to be more careful, and to report immediately if they found anyone with an abnormal temperament around them.

Standing in front of the gate of Xianzong, Ji Linchuan concentrated his attention for a moment and felt that there was no illusory heavenly demon following him, so he erased the formation formed by Zhuliu on him, revealing his figure in front of others.

When many patrolling disciples saw a figure appearing in front of them, they were all taken aback for a moment, and then put themselves on guard. When they saw Ji Linchuan's face clearly, they all showed surprise and said happily, "Brother?"

Ji Linchuan looked relieved, nodded slightly, and said, "Everyone has worked hard."

Seeing the person they admired in their hearts, the patrolling disciples were excited. They all shook their heads and said, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work. Brother, it's hard work. I traveled thousands of miles to explore outside the territory, and I don't need to talk about the hardships."

However, Ji Linchuan shook his head, and did not express any opinion on this appreciation, but changed the subject and asked: "You have been patrolling the sect these days, have you found any traces of the demon?"

The patrolling disciples glanced at each other, and one of the leading disciples took a step forward, saying: "Of course there are, about two or three cases are found every day, and they are all people possessed by demons, but don't worry, senior brother, most of them are caught in time. The arrest did not cause a catastrophe."

After hearing this, Ji Linchuan nodded, thanked him and left, with a little more consideration in his heart.

While he was rushing to Qingxiao Peak with his sword, he looked at the surrounding green mountains and green waters, misty clouds and mists, full of vitality, very peaceful and peaceful.I can't help but think that if the catastrophe comes, the demons are rampant, and there is a sea of ​​blood in Huangquan, I don't know how long this peace can last.

Everything he experienced 10 years ago is still vivid in his mind. He has assumed the cause and effect of thousands of creatures in the heavenly spirit world. Even if he is determined, he can't help but feel heavy pressure, urging him to keep moving forward.

He withdrew his gaze, landed at the foot of Qingxiao Peak, and walked towards the peak step by step.

Zhenjun Daoyan had already received the news that he was coming back, and he waited for a long time in the stone pavilion on the peak.

Dressed in white, a stone table, two cups of tea.

For some reason, Ji Linchuan's heart settled down.

During this long time, the vicissitudes of the sea, the white clouds and the gray dogs, but in the end there is still a person who will be by his side no matter what time, waiting for his return.

This feeling is actually very good.

He had never met his parents since he was born, and Zhenjun Daoyan was his master, best friend and close relative to him.

Their blood is not intermingled, but their familiarity with each other is better than the fetters of most blood relatives in this world.

He walked to the stone pavilion and sat down, took a sip of tea from his teacup.

Daoyan Zhenjun Qingjun's face softened, and he also took a sip.

This spiritual tea is clear in color, drinking it will clear your mind, clear your mind, and sweep away the gloom and heaviness of the past few days.

When Ji Linchuan put down his teacup, his nerves, which had been tense all the time due to running around in the demon realm and demon realm, finally eased down.

He exhaled slowly, and said, "Master knows, I found a crack in the abyss in the demon realm a few days ago."

Daoyan Zhenjun nodded and said: "I got a message from you, I have sent people to the demon domain to investigate."

"The strange thing is that only the Illusory Heavenly Demon is produced in the crack of the abyss." Ji Linchuan said, moving slowly on the stone table with his long and slender fingers, "The land of nightmares is full of fog, and they are hidden in secret. I also fell into the illusion, and almost fell into the crack of the abyss."

Daoyan Zhenjun frowned. Ji Linchuan had a strong spiritual sense and was extremely vigilant against the demons. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be easily tricked.

So worried: "You went deep into the nightmare land alone?"

Ji Linchuan was slightly taken aback, feeling guilty for some reason.

10 years ago, he reached the peak of his path in this world, and he could come and go anywhere freely, so he was used to walking alone and taking risks alone, but he forgot that now his cultivation base is not enough, but there is still one behind him. The great sect, and even more accompanied by his master, close friends, and fellow sects.

In fact, he no longer has to bear too many things alone.

After all, there are already people who are willing to share with him.

It was rare to see him in a daze, Zhenjun Daoyan sighed, and said: "Next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't take such a risk again. Your strength has not recovered, and you need to pay more attention-otherwise it will make people worry. "

Ji Linchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the amber tea in the teacup. His eyes were reflected on the surface, with a different soft arc than before, and no longer the calm and cold silence of the past.

"Yeah." He responded.

Daoyan Zhenjun showed a hint of tenderness on his face, and said: "You are in the crack, did you find anything?"

Hearing this, Ji Linchuan restrained his emotions and began to describe his discovery: "I found a blood-colored formation beside the crack in the Nightmare Land. Not the same, but the two must be deeply connected."

He reached out and took out a thin piece of jade and put it on the table, his fingertips aroused the surrounding spiritual energy and began to draw on the jade piece.

After a while, he thought about it, wiped off the traces on it, converted the breath on his fingertips into the breath of the abyss, and then drew it.

He memorized the complicated blood-colored formation in his mind within a few breaths before, and now he engraved it exactly, the dark air surged, and there seemed to be a mysterious air flowing out of it.

Zhenjun Daoyan's complexion changed, and he directly launched the formation on Qingxiao Peak to cover up the secrets of heaven, covering up the prying eyes of heaven.

Ji Linchuan stopped when the last stroke was left.

The formation was about to take shape, but it collapsed at this moment, leaving only faint black marks on the jade piece.

Ji Linchuan pushed the jade piece over and asked Zhenjun Daoyan to check it out.Immediately afterwards, Ji Linchuan used the same method to draw a formation that looked very similar but different, so that the two could be compared.

"This rune..." Zhenjun Daoyan stared at it for a long time, and said: "So that's the case, your previous guess was good."

"Well." Ji Linchuan said lightly, "These formations are indeed as I thought, they are connected and complement each other. Once they are fully connected, they will be a heaven-defying formation that will put the entire heavenly spirit world in catastrophe."

"The seven directions I speculated last time were based on intuition, but now I can determine the directions of the remaining cracks in the abyss."

"Beginning with the Demon Realm, followed by the Demon Realm, Lanheng Prefecture, Xianluan Region, Nanshui Prefecture, Donghai Region, and finally the Fairy Spirit Realm."

"...None of them are under the jurisdiction of the five major sects." Zhenjun Daoyan quickly discovered the abnormality.

"That's right." Ji Linchuan said, "There are quite a lot of restrictions on Taoist cultivators entering the seven states. Not to mention the two states governed by mortals, they are the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Eastern Sea Territory. They often conflict with Taoist cultivators."

"This was premeditated." Zhenjun Daoyan sighed, "How should you deal with it?"

Ji Linchuan calmly said: "The eighth layer of the Demon Realm is blocked by an enchantment, so don't worry about it for now, but the Demon Realm—"

He estimated the time it would take for Ling Lan to completely control the Monster Realm, "Within ten years, I am sure that the Monster Realm and the Human Race will join forces."

"As for the Eastern Sea Region," Ji Linchuan looked at Zhenjun Daoyan and said, "Maybe I need to trouble Master to go there."

The Eastern Sea Region is located in the extreme east of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, where the monks of the Human Race Sea Region and the Sea Race live together, the order is chaotic, and the strong are respected. However, it is the Jiaolong clan who really hold the power in the Eastern Sea Region.

Now that there are no real dragons in the world, the Jiaolong clan prides themselves on being noble, and they always live alone in a corner, and they don't pay attention to the human race.

Zhenjun Daoyan is probably the only one among the human race who can talk to the Jiaolong clan.

"Please." Ji Linchuan said.

Daoyan Zhenjun readily agreed.

It doesn't take long to go to the East China Sea.And the group of flood dragons living in the Eastern Sea Region, to him, are just younger generations with thin blood.

It can be solved without breaking a sweat.

"As for the two states under the jurisdiction of mortals..." Ji Linchuan tapped the table with his hand, "If my prediction is correct, the next place where a crack will appear will be Lanheng Prefecture."

"The power of mortals can't fight against the demons. If you don't want to lose your life and suffer grievances, you can only evacuate. It's just that the cultivation world has not set foot in the mortal world for a long time, so it is quite difficult for mortals to migrate."

"What's the problem?" Zhenjun Daoyan said indifferently: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth is imminent, so why care about these rules and regulations." There are gray and white flames flickering in his pupils, revealing a kind of awe-inspiring taste.

"Master is right." Ji Linchuan agreed and said, "Xingluo Immortal Gate is the closest to Lanheng Prefecture, so I shouldn't let Lanheng Prefecture ignore it."

Daoyan Zhenjun nodded, a flash of spiritual light rose from his fingertips, and he flew away to the distance, saying: "Don't worry, I have passed the news over, based on the distance from Lanhengzhou to Xingluo Xianmen, with the help of Xianmen As for the disciple's ability to spy on the secrets of heaven, I think I have already prepared myself for it."

Then, the master and apprentice discussed how to deal with the seven states.

When the whole plan gradually took shape, Zhenjun Daoyan pointed out the last point, saying: "These are just methods to deal with the invasion of the demons, but how will you deal with the formation that is about to form against the sky?"

"I have studied this formation," Ji Linchuan said calmly: "As long as it is not allowed to take shape completely, it will not have much impact on the heavenly spirit world. I have already calculated that the cracks in the abyss completely appeared 10 years ago. It’s not short, and at the current speed, there are at least 50 years.”

"Can't it be destroyed?" Daoyan Zhenjun frowned, "It will be a disaster after all."

Ji Linchuan explained in a low voice: "When the blood formation was set up, it used the blood of the true immortals from the upper realm, which contains supreme power. Unless my strength recovers and directly breaks the formation, there must be at least ten Mahayana true monarchs Together, we can try to destroy it."

Zhenjun Daoyan immediately knew that this road would not work.

Ten Mahayana stage true monarchs, I am afraid that the entire heaven and spirit world will not be able to find so many.

Ji Linchuan obviously knew this too.

Apart from Daoyan Zhenjun, there are only two Mahayana Zhenjuns of the human race, Xingluo Immortal Sect Conception Zhenjun and Delusion-breaking Swordsman Xu Ning Zhenjun.

And the other true kings of the two great immortal sects had long since perished under Mozun's hands. In addition, there was another Mahayana demon cultivator, Li Chen, who had also fallen into the catastrophe.

As for the true king of the monster clan, except for the Nine Phoenix Monster Lord who has been in seclusion in the demon realm for [-] years, only the Dragon King who lives in the East China Sea has reached the state of Mahayana.

Coupled with what Ji Linchuan had seen before, it was very likely that the monks in the Mahayana period were chasing each other. Even in the heyday of the heavenly spirit world, there were only nine Mahayana true kings, and now there are only six left.

The person behind the scenes had really figured everything out.

"What happens when the formation is formed?" After a moment of silence, Zhenjun Daoyan asked.

"It's natural that people are in trouble, fighting each other, and demons are rampant." Ji Linchuan said his conjecture again, and added at the end: "In the end, the balance will be broken, the world will flow backwards, and all living beings will be extinct."

Zhenjun Daoyan's eyes became serious.

For him, the reverse flow of the underworld has no effect, and even in any case, he can be safe and sound in the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

It's just that he knows that Ji Linchuan bears the cause and effect of his past life. If the Yellow Spring goes against the flow again and causes the world of heaven and spirits to suffer, it will not only be a blow to Ji Linchuan, but also a demon in his heart.

This is undoubtedly a huge flaw for Ji Linchuan's cultivation method.

After Ji Linchuan finished speaking, he paused, and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to stop it."

"Oh?" Zhenjun Daoyan signaled him to continue.

"According to my speculation, these formations are hidden in the seven major states, but they cannot be opened directly when the time comes, and a large number of sacrifices are required to activate the formations."

"And these sacrifices are probably all done by human beings tempted by the Illusory Heavenly Demon. Therefore, a large number of Illusory Heavenly Demons were born in the first crack, probably for this purpose."

"If the location of the formation can be found as soon as possible to prevent the sacrifice, then the appearance of the crack can also be delayed."

As he spoke, he said slowly: "Give me another hundred years, and I will be able to break through the Mahayana stage again."

Daoyan Zhenjun said: "...is it only a hundred years?"

Back then, it took Ji Linchuan less than 500 years to cultivate to the stage of Mahayana, and he was already a genius in the sky. There were few bottlenecks along the way, and it was extremely smooth. What was lacking was only time to accumulate spiritual power.

Now that Ji Linchuan has rebuilt it, there are fewer bottlenecks and faster speed, but no matter what, 100 years is too short.

You know, for ordinary monks, it is only a process of spiritual power accumulation from the early stage of crossing the catastrophe to the stage of crossing the catastrophe, but even so, it will take hundreds of years at the fastest!

Daoyan Zhenjun thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the situation of Ji Linchuan's transformation of spiritual energy just now, and suddenly said: "Have you perfected the Chaos Art?"

Ji Linchuan nodded without answering, just spread out his palm, on which several kinds of power intertwined with each other and gathered to form a three-color lotus flower.

White spiritual energy, blood-colored evil energy, black evil energy, and a faint trace of abyssal energy linger, while the lotus heart is in chaos, giving birth to everything, mysterious and profound.

"As long as you give me different types of power, within a hundred years, breaking through to the Mahayana stage will not be a problem." Ji Linchuan said, his tone was calm, he was just stating a fact.

Staring at the three-color lotus, Zhenjun Daoyan sighed in his heart, and suddenly said: "Is your body able to bear it?"

Ji Linchuan estimated the strength of his body, and said honestly: "At most, it will last until the tribulation period."

Daoyan Zhenjun's face was slightly gloomy, and he said: "Without a physical body, how do you cultivate to the Mahayana stage? Are you kidding about your own soul?"

"It's okay." Ji Linchuan froze, and finally said calmly, "I have another way."

Daoyan Zhenjun felt that something was wrong, and was about to speak, but he heard Ji Linchuan change the subject abruptly: "Let's not talk about this, Master, you have heard of a person named Zhuliu in the Taiqing Immortal Sect back then. ?”

Zhenjun Daoyan looked at Ji Linchuan, a look of helplessness flashed across his face.

That's all.He will always be by Ji Linchuan's side in the future. Whatever happens to Ji Linchuan, he can respond accordingly.

Ji Linchuan didn't want to say it now, so he didn't ask any more.

So he cooperated with him to search the memory in his head, then shook his head and said: "I don't have such a person in my memory. However, there are many disciples of Taiqing Xianzong. At its peak, there were seven main peaks and 81 side peaks. I It’s also impossible to remember everyone.”

Ji Linchuan pondered and said: "This person survived the catastrophe that year. I think he is not an unknown person. Now his cultivation should be at the stage of Mahayana. Before the nightmare land, he saved my life and let me get rid of the illusion. I'm lost, so I came here to ask Master."

"You said he's still alive?" Zhenjun Daoyan frowned, "How is it possible? Back then, only Gu Mingyuan and Li Chen survived under your protection, while I hid in the sea of ​​blood to save my life. How could anyone else survive?"

"Is that so..." Ji Linchuan said, "But what he uses is indeed the sword technique of the Taiqing Immortal Sect."

"Either it's impersonation...or it's..." Zhenjun Daoyan didn't finish his sentence, but said firmly, "I'll know it when I see it."

"He was seriously injured and is no longer here." Ji Linchuan said, "If there is a chance next time, I will bring him to see you."

He looked at the sky and said again: "It's getting late, I need to go back to the cave to practice."

He had collected a lot of pure evil spirits in the land of nightmares before, as well as the filthy spirits that escaped from the cracks in the abyss, and he hadn't had time to refine them yet.

As for all the plans just mentioned, Zhenjun Daoyan will help him arrange them properly.

Daoyan Zhenjun said: "Go."

He observed Ji Linchuan's current cultivation with his spiritual sense, and found that he was not far away from breaking through the tribulation period, so he added: "When you are practicing, you must be careful and pay attention to your body."

"rest assured."

After finishing speaking, Ji Linchuan drank the spiritual tea in his cup, picked up his long sword and walked down the mountain.

Zhenjun Daoyan looked at Ji Linchuan's back, and suddenly remembered the scene when he met Ji Linchuan, who was only seven or eight years old, more than a hundred years ago.

At that time, the other party lost all memory, and his face was ignorant and immature.

The young man's body was changed by the mighty power of the world, turning back time and becoming a complete human race.

Then start over.

A hundred years have passed, and the boy at that time has become a young man, with cold eyes and a fairy-like temperament, but there is a gentleness flowing under the coldness, and there is persistence and support behind the indifference.

This person is both cold and fiery.

It was something he had never seen before.

After tens of thousands of years in the underworld, Ji Li was left with only a wreckage. Under the torment of pain was hopeless persistence, and under the indifference was extreme patience, yet unstoppable despair still spread.

No matter how firm the will is, Ji Li is still only one person.

And Ji Linchuan was reborn.

He brought the young man under his door, intending to protect him for the rest of his life and help him become an immortal, but he never thought that a single thought of negligence would cause Ji Linchuan to be captured by the demon king into the demon realm.

It may be that from then on, the catastrophe imposed on this person has already begun.

What made him feel fortunate was that even though Ji Linchuan had suffered a lot, when he returned to him, his eyes were still firm; Frightened by the heavy and boundless suffering.

Thinking of this, Zhenjun Daoyan smiled slightly.

What is there to worry about?

He is still him, and he has never changed his original intention, and that is enough.

When Zhenjun Daoyan stood up, the moon was already in the sky.

The starlight is dotted in the endless night sky, vast and deep.

The faint moonlight shines on the world, and in the hazy halo, all kinds of evils and grievances and entanglements in the world are reflected.

Then the clouds covered the moon, and everything disappeared.

……

Outside Qingxiao Peak.

Among the lush green forest, the man in white leaned his back on the tree trunk, silently looking at the night sky.

The shadows of the dark leaves hit the silver mask like mottled tears.

He dared not come any closer.

If there is anyone in this world who can make him afraid, it is undoubtedly Zhenjun Daoyan, Ji Yingchi.

Ji Yingchi's origin is mysterious. When he first came to Taiqing Xianzong when he was young, he had already made friends with Chu Li.

However, no one in the whole clan mentioned Ji Yingchi's identity. Even if they asked someone to ask, they could only ask three questions.

Ji Yingchi's talent is just an ordinary single spiritual root. Although it is superior, it is not a peerless talent. Even so, he can easily keep up with Chu Li's cultivation speed, and he still follows casually, deliberately. A distance of one or two small realms.

At that time Zhuliu hadn't noticed the abnormality, but now standing on the sidelines outside his memory, he realized that Ji Xuanchi did it on purpose.

What does a person who can control the progress of his cultivation represent?

If it wasn't for the extraordinary talent and deliberate suppression, there is only one possibility.

He himself is a peerless power, perhaps reincarnated from a dead body, perhaps reincarnated, in short, he carries the memories of the past.

And Ji Linchuan...

He recalled the words he heard in the fox clan altar.

Zhenjun Shen Yuan is also a well-known ancient power.

……I see.

Why did Chu Li and Ji Yingchi drink and talk happily from the very beginning, but he couldn't get in the way anyway; His younger brother, however, was regarded by him as a close friend.

It turned out to be the case.

The interval between them has never been more than twenty years as he thought, but may have spanned ten thousand years.

On this side of the long river of time, he stared at a figure that came tens of thousands of years ago, with cautious admiration.

At the beginning, he was amazed by the other party's profound cultivation and admired his profound knowledge, but gradually he was attracted by his long-lasting eyes, and fell in love with the occasional tenderness revealed under his indifference.

Then, when one thought arises, desire arises, and eventually it will be beyond redemption.

He laughed softly, his chest heaving slightly.

... How wonderful.

If Ji Linchuan was True Monarch Shen Yuan, he would have been able to cope with all these calamities, and it would not be difficult even to break through the realm and ascend.

And he...and he...

He is just a broken piece of soul, and his qualifications are all deprived.After its ascension, it can only stay here in vain, and never see each other again.

So, in this lower realm——

If you can look at him more, just look at him more.

……

The eighth level of the Demon Realm.

Overwhelming monsters occupy the entire world, several high-level demons with wings on their backs are patrolling the sky, their scarlet pupils staring at every inch of soil below, not letting go of any human flesh and blood.

They are natural hunters, fierce ambassadors.

Ghost Sect.

Ghosts roar, ghosts cry and wolves howl.

The black-robed demonic monks drove the soul-calling banners and tried their best to resist the invasion of the demons. Countless ghosts rushed out of the barrier roaring, and were scattered by the endless demons, torn into pieces and swallowed into their stomachs.

Heavenly demons have no souls and cannot enter reincarnation. The ghosts of ghost cultivators can only be consumed, but not replenished.

There seems to be no end to the large number of demons, and what many monks feel can only be more and more despair.

The pale black barrier covering the sect became weaker and thinner, and finally couldn't hold back and let out a mournful cry.

The barrier shattered.

At the same time, several elders presiding over the enchantment spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma.

Without the defense of the enchantment, countless heavenly demons swarmed in, tore apart the monks on the periphery, and ate them all.

Flesh/flesh is flying all over the sky, but none of it can fall to the ground, and all of them are swallowed up.

"Run away!—Ahhhhh!"

A cultivator inside the Guisha Sect stared wide-eyed and exclaimed in surprise, but was grabbed by the high-ranking demon who swooped down vertically and dragged into the sky.

In just an instant, it was cut into several pieces and entered the belly of the demon.

There are monks running away everywhere, lowly ones crying in hiding places, and those who stand firm, but they look so weak and pitiful in the siege of the demons.

In the face of death, no amount of vicious and ruthless Demon Cultivator can overcome the fear in his heart.

In the secret room of the Ghost Sect, an elder of the Ghost Sect hides in it with a gloomy face. Beads of sweat are rolling down his face, and his expression is twisted with excitement.

He is lucky.

He should have been outputting spiritual power to maintain the barrier of the Ghost Demon Sect, but immediately realized that the barrier was about to collapse, so he resolutely gave up continuing to support it, and retreated to hide in the sect.

Although without his support, the barrier would collapse several hours earlier than expected, but what does that matter?

Anyway, he saved his life.

What does it matter if the ghost sect is dead or not?

Decades ago, after the trip to the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, he not only offended Li Yuan, a disciple of Demon Venerable, but also caused heavy losses to the disciples of the sect.

The elders of the dignified sect have been treated worse than a deacon of the outer sect these years.

However, the ghost sect will soon disappear anyway.

Apart from human life, these heavenly demons are not interested in pills and magic weapons. When the heavenly demons recede, he has mastered the resources of the entire ghost sect. The world is so big, where can he go?

As he thought this way, the excitement on his face intensified, and he placed several restrictions on the door of the secret room, making it even more airtight.

Then he sat cross-legged and practiced, waiting for the demon to recede.

The howling outside filled the sky, interspersed with sharp and desperate cries and cries, penetrated through the heavy stone walls, and penetrated into the ears of the elder of Guishazong, not only did not make him feel a little bit of sympathy, he only snickered in his heart.

After the outside voices subsided, the elder of Guishazong opened his eyes, and a greedy light flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and hurriedly approached the stone wall, listening to the sounds from the outside world.

At this moment, a blood-red arm like a dead branch suddenly inserted in and brushed against his ear.

The pupils of the elder Guishazong suddenly shrank, and a strong look of fear radiated from them.

He staggered back a few steps, reaching out his hand to add a few more restrictions to the door of the secret room, but he was completely unable to move under the pressure of fear.

The stone gate was forcibly broken open.

A ferocious high-level demon walked in.

"Do not--!!!"

The same situation happened in Bone Refining Sect and Bliss Immortal Palace.

It's just that luckier than the ghost sect, the two sects' skills were not completely restrained by the demons, and the spiritual stones stored in the gate were still sufficient, enough to support the barrier from collapsing immediately.

But this is also temporary.

As the strength of the Heavenly Demon is getting higher and higher, it will be a matter of time before the barrier is broken.

"Fortunately, Ling Yue was sent away ahead of time, otherwise staying here would be a dead end... Finally, the inheritance of Xianzong has not been broken."

Fairy Miao Zhou, who was trapped in the Paradise of Bliss, was completely in a state of distress. She looked at the disciples around her who were getting more and more depressed, and sighed faintly.

If the attitude of the three major sects of the Demon Realm towards the Demon Lord was fear and submission, but now there is only endless resentment.

If the Demon Lord hadn't forcibly blocked the eighth layer of the Demon Realm, they wouldn't have been cut off from even retreating.

Now... unless the demon lord dissipates the eighth barrier, no matter where he hides, he will be torn to pieces by these all-pervasive demons.

They have no way to escape, no way to retreat.

Do you really want to die here?

……

The periphery of the magic palace.

A few days ago, the three major sects had already negotiated that each faction would send an elder from the Tribulation Stage to go to the Demon Palace to meet the Demon Lord and beg him to open the barrier.

However, Mozun has ignored the three summons for several days, and they are also prepared to meet with them this time.

But things are beyond their expectations.

After rushing through many monsters, only to find that outside the enchantment of the magic palace filled with countless monsters, there is not even a single demon now.

It seemed that there was something in it that made them extremely afraid, making these irrational bloodthirsty demons retreat instinctively for several miles.

——with the magic palace as the center, within ten miles, there is no sky demon.

The elders of the three major sects were full of doubts.

They had already been hunted down by several high-ranking demons, and they had nowhere to go, but after entering the range of the demon palace, those demons just looked at them with creepy eyes, and then flapped their wings and left.

Really weird.

But the three elders didn't care about other things, they quickly took the token and walked into the enchantment of the Demon Palace, pasted it, trying to send a message to the Demon Lord.

No echo.

Drops of sweat dripped from their brows.

They hold the last hope of the three major sects, and they really shouldn't give up just like that.So they tried to send messages time and time again, even though they might make the demon king angry, they never turned around and left.

Finally, after several hours, a ripple appeared in the barrier.

The three elders looked at each other with a little joy on their faces.But in the next second, they felt a huge impact from their palms.Even with the strength of the tribulation period, they were still instantly sent flying by the barrier.

The three of them passed out directly, and fell on the ground nine miles away from the demon palace. Not far away was the dark sky demon rampant, but none of them dared to go forward and devour the fresh flesh and blood of the three.

The enchantment of the magic palace returned to calm again.

……

In the dark magic palace, there are continuous dark buildings.

The puppet covered in black robes fell to and fro on the ground, looking bleak, and the ground that had not been cleaned for several months was covered with strange black and red vines.

Those vines seem to be conscious, slowly wriggling on the ground, touching the dead branches and leaves to make a small sound, revealing a kind of deep terror.

Not any vocals.

A line of long-dried blood spread to the main hall of the Demon Palace. The blood-stained ground was the only place that the black and red vines did not dare to occupy.

The heavy door of the main hall was shut heavily, and the space inside was pitch-black, even the ghost lights were not turned on.

In the darkness where nothing could be seen clearly, only a pair of blood-colored eyes were extremely bright.

That brightness does not belong to the vigorous clarity of a young man, but a deep desire for dissatisfaction intertwined with a ferocious cruelty that does not resemble human beings