The verbal confrontation in the Qingling Hall was still continuing, and Li Yungeng, who was the head of the sect, naturally had no time to watch the excitement here, and he still needed to check the situation of the disciples in the sect now.

The erosion of demonic qi is the most dangerous thing that human cultivators need to avoid, and the results of a hundred years of cultivation will completely turn into nothingness under a wisp of inconspicuous demonic qi.

The most important thing is that the demonic energy can be transmitted through the blood, and if the person with the demonic energy hidden in the body goes crazy unscrupulously in the sect, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Although the strength of the head of the Qingling Sect is not weak, if you want to eliminate all the demonic qi in the bodies of these disciples, it will take a lot of effort, after all, the demonic qi is mixed in the blood.

The bloodline of an ordinary monk is an extremely fragile thing, and it can be completely shattered by just the slightest touch of an external force, let alone using the aura to gradually eliminate the demonic qi.

After arriving at the injured disciple's room, Li Yungeng's eyes uncontrollably condensed on the other party's wound that was gradually festering due to the black qi.

Wisps of black qi were like ferocious black worms that kept gnawing at the flesh around the wound, causing it to fester, and at the same time, the toxin penetrated deep into the flesh.

"You must deal with these black qi as soon as possible, otherwise, you may fall into the abyss of the demon world forever." Li Yungeng's cheeks showed a look of worry and anxiety.

The toxin was still spreading, and wisps of black gas continued to spread upwards from the wound, turning its otherwise brown skin dark and hard everywhere it passed.

"You need to cut off your injured leg, that's the only way to do it right now." Li Yungeng stared at the other party tightly, as if waiting for this person to give an affirmative answer.

For monks, a healthy body is important, but in the face of the word "death", all healthy bodies will become illusory, as long as they can survive, they can bear any price.

Therefore, after a fierce ideological struggle in his heart, the disciple nodded firmly, then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, as if waiting for pain to come.

"In that case, then I'll do it, it may hurt, but you have to hold back." At this point, Li Yungeng began to deal with the disciple's eroded thighs.

...

In today's Qingling Hall, Sun Wukong and Elder Liu Yan are looking at each other, and the invisible thunder and lightning condensed between their eyes seem to be a kind of competition of strength between each other.

Elder Liu Yan's palms at this moment had already condensed a violent aura fluctuation, and a substantial flame was sprouting out from between the breaths, as fierce as a beast out of a cage.

The fire of the yang soul has always been a thing that burns the body and destroys the bones, and if you don't pay attention to it, it will cause you to burn yourself, which is extremely dangerous, although Sun Wukong is arrogant, but before this flame, you have to be careful.

"Sun Wukong, today I want you to taste the taste of burning your body." As the words fell, Elder Liu Yan had already jumped out, his speed as swift as lightning flashing.

The flames in his palm drew a tricky arc between the voids, and Sun Wukong, who was at the end of the arc, was now dodging attacks one after another with his body skills.

But his speed was like a turtle crawling in Elder Liu Yan's eyes, and after grasping an attack point, Elder Liu Yan no longer hesitated, and his palm slammed straight towards Sun Wukong's chest.

At this moment, in the Great Hall of the Tibetan Dharma not far away, a dazzling white light rose from the underground palace and rushed straight into the void, shocking the entire sky above Qingling.

The white light fell, turning into a dazzling grain of white light sand, and finally merged into this void, floating into the body of everyone who was in this Qingling Sect with his breath.

Under the effect of this light sand, all the things about Sun Wukong's mutant body were completely forcibly removed from his mind, and all that was left was the reality that Sun Wukong seriously injured others.

"Hey, I, Bai Ze, have devoted half of my spiritual power to erase the mutation for you, so as to ensure your long-term peace in the future." Inside the underground palace, Bai Ze said reluctantly with a weak aura.

And at this moment, above Bai Ze's body, there was no white light shining anymore, and there were only patches of dazzling red blood, all of which were caused by the destruction of the formation when the aura was released.

Although the pain in his body was intense, there was a gentle smile on the corner of Bai Ze's mouth, and the expectation mixed in the smile seemed to be connected to a hundred years ago.

After the mutation was erased from everyone's minds, the name of Sun Wukong's demon man was also eliminated.

Now that the reason for the attack had disappeared, the flames that Elder Liu Yan had condensed between his palms naturally gradually dissipated.

At this time, Sun Wukong gradually came back to his senses, although he felt that there was a strange vacancy in his mind and didn't know what memory to fill it with, but in his opinion, leaving Qinglingmen was the only thing to do at present.

There was no longer any hesitation, Sun Wukong immediately turned around and walked towards the outside of the Qingling Hall, leaving not a word, just the mature and mysterious back.

As for the people in the Qingling Hall, they didn't know what happened this time, and why did Elder Liu Yan fight his disciples?

And these seemingly simple questions may become a mystery in their minds that can never be solved.

...

In a side room on the main peak of Qingling, Jian Zhixin, who was seriously injured by Sun Wukong, was in a coma, and severe pain continued to emerge from his abdomen and swept through his body.

The unbearable pain successfully woke up Jian Zhixin, who had fallen into darkness, at this moment, and made his eyes open wide, revealing the cobweb-like bloodshot on his eyeballs.

And now standing in front of Jian Zhixin is a person in a black robe but with no real face, after seeing this person, Jian Zhixin instinctively hugged the quilt, wanting to use this to protect himself.

"Don't be afraid, Jian Zhixin, I'm here to help you, now that your Spirit Palace is shattered and you can't carry out any cultivation, I believe you must be unwilling." The man explained deeply.

When Jian Zhixin heard this, he naturally nodded in response, and seeing this move, the mysterious man continued to explain: "I can help you return to the path of cultivation, and even help you break through." ”

"The price." As soon as the other party's words came out, Jian Zhixin immediately understood the other party's intentions.

"Your body." The mysterious man's answer at the moment was also quite crisp, without the slightest drag.

"Can you really help me get back on my cultivation path?" Jian Zhixin seemed to be a little suspicious of the other party's strength, but his question was finally replaced by this person's long laughter.

"Of course." A symbolic response, and then the mysterious man stretched out his black palm, as if waiting for Jian Zhixin's reply.

"Okay, I promise you." As soon as Jian Zhixin said this, a violent black fog swept out directly from the mysterious man's palm, and finally completely devoured Jian Zhixin's body.

After that, the mysterious man shook his body and turned into a thin wisp of black gas and melted into the dark clouds on the horizon, and all that seemed to be left in this room was the mysterious man's cold smile...