Everyone thought to themselves, no matter how fast Ling Yun moved, it would be impossible to kill all of them in an instant.

With a fluke mentality, everyone began to gamble on their luck, betting that Ling Yun would not attack them first.

Seeing this, the black mist in Ling Yun's eyes began to roll wildly, as if he was angered by everyone's actions.

The farthest away people fled the farthest, and they were glad that they were not as good as the others, and now they had the best chance of surviving.

I didn't run a few steps, I only felt a pain in my chest, I looked down in disbelief, and a black long rope suddenly stretched out from my heart, and before I could scream, the long rope was instantly retracted.

The other sect masters in the field only saw the three long ropes flying and expanding in the air, and the speed was so fast that they brought out bursts of afterimages, and the three long ropes were like three bloodthirsty black dragons constantly rolling.

Within ten zhang of Lingyun, it seemed to be shrouded in a black cloud, and there was no light in sight.

And from time to time, white sword rays flew out of the black clouds.

All kinds of screams and shouts kept coming into everyone's ears, as if they were crying from hell.

After a while, the black clouds dispersed, and Ling Yun stood in place with the sword in his left hand, and the three black ropes hung softly on Ling Yun's side, as if they had never moved.

Ling Yun's body was covered with all kinds of corpses, covered with stumps and severed arms, and the ground around him had been stained with a thick layer of blood red.

Many martial arts masters who did not die all at once were lying on the ground and kept rolling.

"Amitabha, Sect Master Zhang's murderous intent is so great, it is really against the peace of heaven."

The three Shaolin elders didn't know when they had finished pranayama and recovered a lot, and they had all stood up at this moment.

Looking at the hell-like scene in front of him, the eldest of the three monks, Du Er, clasped his hands together and couldn't help but open his mouth to persuade.

Ling Yun turned his head and glanced at the three monks coldly, his left hand shook, and a sword shot straight towards Du Er.

Du Yi didn't seem to expect Ling Yun to make such a sudden move, and hurriedly flashed to the side with all his might.

However, the internal force consumption of the previous fight was too great, and Du Er only felt that his feet were soft, and he only took half a step, and the sword swept past his body.

With a click, an arm fell to the ground.

One of Do'e's right hands was neatly severed by the sword, and blood instantly gushed out from the wound on his shoulder.

Holding back the pain, he stretched out his left hand and put a few clicks on the wound on his shoulder to stop the blood.

Looking at Ling Yun's eyes full of black mist, Du Er knew in his heart that Ling Yun had been possessed by the heart demon at this moment, and it was impossible to explain anything to him.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, the other two Shaolin elders crossed the disaster and crossed the catastrophe, took a step and blocked in front of the doom.

The three eminent monks glanced at each other, their faces calm, and they proclaimed the Buddha's name, ready to continue to sacrifice themselves to persuade.

Ling Yun's face remained unchanged, his left hand was raised, and he saw that the sword began to glow again, ready to kill all three Shaolin elders.

"Childe, don't, these three elders are not bad people, you can't kill them."

Xiao Zhao had seen Ling Yun kill those ill-intentioned martial arts masters before, although he felt cruel, but he felt that they were innocent of death, so he didn't say anything.

At this moment, seeing that Ling Yun didn't even let go of the Shaolin monks, he couldn't help but shout.

Ling Yun was possessed by the demon at this time, and he couldn't listen to anyone's persuasion at all, so he just paused, and his hand didn't stop, and he was about to make a move.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of the passage from the dungeon between the three pine trees, and it turned out to be Xie Xun in the dungeon reciting the Buddhist Bible "Diamond Sutra" in an old voice.

When Ling Yun heard this voice, a cry suddenly came from the depths of his soul:

"Stop!"

It turned out that Zhang Wuji, who was attached to Ling Yun, burst out of his feelings for Xie Xun in the depths of his soul.

Ling Yun listened to the scriptures, and there seemed to be a voice in his head that kept reading to himself, everything in the world is empty, and there is no concern for my body, life, and heart at all, even if others cut off my body and disintegrate it, just because I don't think it is my own body at all, naturally I have no resentment.

A familiar voice sounded in Ling Yun's head at this time, and he kept asking, what are you pursuing power for, this is your heart.

Lingyun, you have to stick to your heart, so that you won't be swayed by demons!

Ling Yun froze in place, and his sword-wielding left hand slowly drooped.

The black mist in his eyes did not slowly decrease like last time, and it became more and more faint very strangely.

The faint gold under Ling Yun's eyes emerged, getting brighter and brighter.

The black mist seemed unwilling to be expelled like this, and kept tumbling and swimming, constantly fighting.

"Let him wind and rain, I will not move!"

At this time, Ling Yun heard another loud shout in his head, and in an instant, he was like an initiation, and his mind was extremely clear.

The faint mist in his eyes seemed to let out an unwilling roar, and completely disappeared in Ling Yun's eyes.

At this time, Ling Yun's eyes returned to clarity, and a faint gold slowly converged, and Ling Yun's pupils turned into the color of pure gold, emitting a faint light.

Ling Yun slowly closed his eyes, feeling the changes in his whole body, confirming that the demons had been completely expelled by him, and there was no trace left.

Ling Yun opened his eyes and smiled happily.

"Complete the side plot ahead of schedule, defeat the demons, and reward 10,000 reward points."

A long-lost mechanical voice sounded in Ling Yun's head.

Yes?

This sudden voice startled Ling Yun.

What the?

10,000 bonus points?

It's developed!

Before he could recover from the excitement of defeating the demons, he suddenly heard that the evolution space had given him such a rich reward, and he felt that his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

10,000 bonus points!

A story mission is only 1,000 reward points, and defeating the demons in my heart actually gave me 10,000 reward points!

Doesn't that mean that if I save enough 90,000, I will be able to return to the real world?

Ling Yun was so excited that he scratched his ears and cheeks like a child, jumped up and down, and kept spinning in circles in place.

The rest of the people in the back mountain square were all relieved to see Ling Yun's heart demon being expelled, and before they had time to be happy, they suddenly found that Ling Yun was so abnormally performing, thinking that the heart demon had recurred again, and they were too frightened to act.