The inside of the lock demon tower is its own space, although the demons in the tower know that there are nine floors, but they usually can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. In fact, the Lock Demon Tower is connected to the Shushan leyline, and the further down it goes, the stronger the power of the magic circle, and the real exit is located at the top of the tower.

The Demon Respect Tower attacked the Demon Lock Tower from the outside, and the first thing to be damaged was the top of the tower where the power of the magic circle was weakest. Liaori's memory came from Nie Li, who had long been familiar with the teleportation array in this tower in the past year, and soon teleported to the top of the Lock Demon Tower.

In fact, with Liaori's current strength, as long as he finds the weak level of the Lock Demon Tower, it is not impossible to directly break through the tower brutally. However, since the Demon Venerable had already broken a gap in the Lock Demon Tower, he naturally wouldn't waste his efforts in vain.

Upon reaching the top of the tower, Liao Sun immediately found that it had been restored to a simple tower with a huge gap at the top. The power of the magic circle in the building has disappeared, the fog has also dispersed, and a brilliant sunlight has entered from the open, illuminating the entire floor.

Liaori flicked his cloak behind him, and his figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already squatting on the top of the tower outside the Lock Demon Tower. As soon as he came out of the tower, the young man's ears were filled with the sound of fighting and shouting. The blazing sunlight made him feel a warm feeling of relief all over his body, and the young man intoxicated himself took a deep breath of fresh air, then squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the surroundings of the Lock Demon Tower.

Outside the lock demon tower, there are densely packed with fighting figures, and some people wearing green shirts and holding long swords should be Shushan disciples. And their opponents are uneven, and they have everything. Some of the demons with hideous faces and bulging fangs, and some of them are shrouded in spiritual light, unable to distinguish their faces, and their bodies are ghostly spirits.

Liao Ri only glanced at these warbands for a few moments, and then immediately lost interest. Don't look at the momentum of the fight in the field, all kinds of spells and sword tricks flying all over the sky, in fact, neither side used all their strength to fight.

These demons and monsters have been besieged in the lock demon tower for hundreds of thousands of years, although they are full of resentment towards Shushan, but at this time, they want to escape from Shushan first, and then wait for an opportunity to retaliate later.

And many Shushan disciples are also very cautious, although the number of these demons is not as large as them, but they have been able to survive in the lock demon tower so far, all of them are very strong, and they can't take advantage of it alone. At present, while fighting, the formation is formed, and the demons who escaped from the tower are slowly gathered in one place, and they are forced back to the lock demon tower.

Liaori stood up and stretched comfortably in the sun. The young man was not as anxious as these demons below to escape, he inherited all of Nie Li's skills. Now out of the lock demon tower, it can be said that the dragon has entered the sea, and it is no longer restrained. Within the Three Realms, only supreme figures such as Demon Zun Lou and Divine General Feipeng had the ability to defeat him.

However, if Liao Ri wanted to escape, with this spiritual power and stealth skills, almost no one in the Three Realms would be able to stop him. The young man twisted his neck, glanced blankly at the warband, and just wanted to turn and leave. Suddenly, he frowned, turned around, and looked at an old Taoist priest with white hair and white eyebrows at the back of the venue.

"Pure Brightness!" The light in Liaori's eyes burst out, and he gritted his teeth hatefully.

The burning body is an evil spirit, and the evil thoughts are extremely heavy, but these evil thoughts are very complicated, including greed, **, appetite, murder, and money...... It concentrates almost all the evil thoughts in the world, and among them, the thoughts of killing and destroying the world are the strongest.

After Nie Li merged with him, the young man's obsession became the core of these evil thoughts, just like the sun, absorbing many miscellaneous evil thoughts into a system. However, Nie Li's obsession is chivalrous, and there are similarities with these evil thoughts, but there are also very different places.

Nie Li's chivalrous way does not abstain from killing, does not respect the will of heaven, and only acts according to the beliefs in his heart, and his methods are vicious, and he will repay him, just to sweep away the injustices in the world. However, sometimes it retains a trace of warmth, and it is a person. In the Lock Demon Tower, what he did to Zixuan and Changqing was Nie Li's obsession.

A year ago, Zixuan divided Chiyan and Nie Li into two parts, fulfilling Chiyan and silk satin, which is equivalent to finding sustenance and solace for Nie Li's love affair with Tianhou Xihe in disguise. Therefore, Liaori took a lot of trouble in the Lock Demon Tower, made enough black faces, cut through the mess with a quick knife, and forcibly let Zixuan sacrifice herself to save people. In this way, after Xu Changqing, who is upright and upright, wakes up, he must give Zixuan a name and explanation.

Liaori himself actually understands very well that if he wants to resolve Nie Li's obsession, then he must abandon one part of the many evil thoughts, and then fuse the other part. In this process, Liaori is like a dumb baby, combining chivalry with some evil thoughts. When Nie Li really disappeared, Liaori became a chivalrous demon who always swayed between chivalry and evil.

Liaori quietly looked at the Jingming Old Dao opposite, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more abundant. Whether it is for the evil spirits or Nie Li, Jingming is one of the main culprits of the tragedy. If there is no Jingming Old Dao, then Chiyan may not have to leave Bianliang. If there was a cover of Shangshu Mansion, it would be impossible for the Emperor of Heaven to send a god general to capture Chiyan and Silk Satin.

The way of heaven is like a furnace, even the emperor of heaven cannot go against his own will and send gods to arrest people in the homes of the eunuchs in the world. Otherwise, how would the emperors of the world give up, the way of heaven and humanity cannot clash again, and if the gods and men go to war again, I am afraid that Fuxi, the emperor of heaven, will come to an end.

"Humph!" Liaori slowly clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared in place like smoke.

Jing Ming was directing the disciples of Shushan to set up a formation to besiege the demons and break through, when he suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, and his steps paused slightly. A short blade of golden light suddenly flashed out of the void and stabbed towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Thieves dare!" In his anger, Jing Ming Lao Dao only had time to tilt his head. The golden blade slashed through his forehead, bringing up a bead of blood.

"Hehe, old miscellaneous hair, when the sun is born, I will take your sacrificial sword first!" A figure passed by Jing Ming, and a faint word sounded in Lao Dao's ears.

"Ah~~~~" Jingming suddenly only felt a sharp pain on his side, and couldn't help but scream. When he turned his head to look, he saw a bloody severed arm, falling to the ground with a sleeve, "My arm ......"

Although Jingming dodged the golden short blade of Liaori's right hand just now, the silver sword held by the young man in his left hand had already cut off the old Taoist's left arm in silence. Jingming stumbled under his feet, and the blood gushing out of his left shoulder quickly stained the left half of his Dao robe red.

"You...... Are you the wolf demon? Jingming looked at the familiar young man in front of him in disbelief.

"Wolf demon? No, it's a burning day! The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"Burning the sun?" Jingming's face turned pale, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you are, you can't escape from this Shu Mountain today!" ”

"Run? This seat is leaving, and who in heaven and on earth can stop it! "But now, you'd better worry about yourself!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of Liaori disappeared in place again. Jing Ming didn't care about stopping the bleeding for himself, and his only remaining right hand pinched a magic decision, and an electric snake thunder light was wrapped around his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The veteran has rich combat experience, and when he is extremely wounded, he does not seek to hurt the enemy, but seeks self-protection. He had already seen that the burning sun was extremely fast and the pace was ghostly, so he pinned his hopes on the power of the lightning spell, hoping that when he was sneak attacked, he could slightly paralyze and slow down the opponent's movements, and win a glimmer of life for himself.

"Hehe, what's not good, use a thunder spell!" Suddenly, there was a burning ridicule everywhere in the pure light. Immediately after, behind Jingming, a black shadow flew towards him.

"Oh, death to the obstacle!" Jing Ming had already sensed it, turned around in an instant, and with a wave of one hand, the thunder and lightning snake surrounding his body immediately bombarded the body of this black shadow.

"Master, it's me!" The black shadow suddenly let out a miserable cry, "Ah~~~"

"Changqing!" Jingming's eyes were red, his beard trembled, and he stretched out his hand towards the black charcoal-like figure. He didn't expect that Liaori would be so vicious and cunning, and he actually used his own apprentice as bait.

While Jingming wanted to catch the apprentice's body, he still did not completely lose his mind, and always paid attention to the movements around him, in case he was taken advantage of by the burning sun.

"Huh? Wrong! As soon as Jingming's remaining right arm touched the apprentice's corpse, he immediately felt something strange.

"Old miscellaneous hair, suffer death!" The sound of the burning sun suddenly came from behind the corpse, and a golden short blade suddenly stabbed out of the corpse's chest and stabbed into Jingming's chest......