Everyone here also threw spiritual energy at the old man, and the speed at which the demonic energy gathered could not withstand the speed at which it dissipated.

The demonic energy on the old man's body gradually disappeared, and his body returned to its original size.

The old man's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, his hands hanging down.

"Grandpa!" Ping An ran in the direction of the old man, she had cried for so long that she could no longer shed tears.

The old man only knelt quietly, not moving.

"Peace! My peace ......" Woo woo, the old man's cry came.

Ping'an grabbed the old man's hand and cried, "Grandpa, I'm Ping'an."

The old man looked up, and the only remaining left eye was the white of his eye.

"Peace, where is peace?"

He stretched out his hand and felt it in the air, but could not find a place where peace was.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Peace is here. ”

The old man could not see or hear.

Song Shiyin sighed slightly, he finally came to this point.

The old man's crippled body couldn't withstand the demonization many times, maybe he would explode and die next time.

"I can't forget peace...... I can't forget the ...... peace," the old man kept repeating.

The crowd didn't know what to say for a moment.

The scene was very silent for a while.

I don't know what the old man thought, suddenly, the demonic energy on his body skyrocketed, the old man's face was full of pain, he held his head in both hands, kept struggling, and fell into madness.

"Stop him! He's going to die! Song Shiyin blurted out and shouted.

Before everyone could react, the surrounding sky was dark, the demonic aura was permeated, and the old man kept roaring.

The wind was raging, the magic sound was in his ears, and Song Shiyin was so uncomfortable that he covered his ears.

But this sound was like a direct attack on the spirit platform, and Song Shiyin used the "Spirit Shape" body protection on the surface, but in fact, he deployed his divine sense to resist the attack.

Among the people present, except for Song Shiyin, only Zhuo Guang's face was as usual, and he didn't seem to be affected.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the hem of Song Shiyin's clothes was blown high by the wind, and the wind poured in from her sleeves, and the whole blown clothes bulged.

Everyone's cultivation is low, and it is obvious that they can't deal with the demonized old man, and in the end, the monster will break out of the body, and everyone can't resist the impact at all.

Song Shiyin was anxious, she had no way to deal with the monster directly, because "it" was very sensitive to demonic energy, and she would definitely be suspicious once she made a move.

What can be done to avoid this crisis?

Under the influence of demonic energy, the spiritual power in everyone's body was consumed very quickly.

After a while, Song Shiyin's face was already pale.

The ears were a little cold, Du Yunxi reached out to touch them, and under the continuous stimulation of this sound, Du Yunxi's ears flowed blood.

Tan Leshan was in a hurry, he had to cover his ears on the one hand, and Xue Huanhuan's ears on the other.

Sun Yao is no better, Ping An is young, and besides, he is a mortal, so he can't bear such a heavy demonic qi at all.

Peace has shed tears of blood.

At the moment of crisis, a sword flew from a distance, and the blue spiritual power on the sword body broke through the heavy demonic qi and plunged straight into the old man's heart.

"Bold monster!" The person who came was dressed in a purple sect robe, he wore a jade crown on his head, his face was handsome, and he looked no more than thirty years old.

The old man roared, and with a little force, he squeezed out the spirit sword inserted into his body.

The spirit sword flew out, and as soon as the purple-clothed man stretched out his hand, he held the spirit sword in his hand, his toes tapped lightly, his body rotated, and he used the sword trick to fight with the old man.

The old man was attracted to attention, and the pressure on everyone suddenly decreased, and there was a chance to breathe.

Song Shiyin looked up.

"The first form of "Qingyuan Sword Technique"! Scratch the surface! The purple-clothed man let out a low sigh, holding the spirit sword in his hand, he quickly changed his position, and slashed at the old man with each position.

The old man's clothes were torn and covered with bloody sword marks.

Under the attack of the man in purple, the old man had no power to fight back, the demonic qi could not affect the man in purple, and his magic voice had no effect on the man in purple.

This purple-clothed man should have a Yuan Infant cultivation.

After a while, the old man was defeated.

Everyone wanted to come forward and communicate with the old man.

"Not good! Hurry back! The man in purple shouted, and then walked back quickly.

When everyone heard this, they quickly retreated.

All the surrounding demonic qi surged towards the old man, and the demonic qi enveloped the old man in it, forming a huge black cocoon.

The demonic energy flowed around the black cocoon, left and right, like maggots moving one by one.

The sound of the explosion was heard, as if it was raining blood.

The black cocoon was torn open from the inside, leaving only fragments of the old man's clothes scattered in the air.

In its place was a black monster.

The monster stared at the purple-clothed man in front of him, it quickly shook up and down, and then it also grew a face, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

The purple-clothed man was a little frightened, and he clenched the spirit sword in his hand.

Song Shiyin was also surprised, the monsters here were not the same as Qian Honghai's.

Monsters began to imitate people.

"What kind of monster is this?" Bian Tingyu muttered.

Sun Yao was also frightened, he stared at his two eyes, and his mouth was open and did not close.

The monster's eyes turned from side to side, and it saw Sun Yao.

Then it opened its eyes and mouth open in surprise.

Sun Yao was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and the monster also retreated again and again.

"What the hell is this? How is he imitating us? Tan Leshan asked.

"Born from demonic qi, it is unknown, and it needs to be reported to the sect as soon as possible." Wen Qiu frowned, his face was very bad.

He took out the disciple's order from the storage bag, and immediately sent a spiritual message to his master, Jingshan Zhenren.

The monster also wanted to imitate Wen Xuan, but it couldn't take out the disciple order from the storage bag.

So he first turned his hands and feet for himself.

Soon, something almost identical to Wen Xuan appeared, the only difference was that Wen Xuan was a physical body, and a monster was a demonic qi.

This scene is so weird.

The crowd slowly retreated.

"Monsters! Reveal who you really are! Don't play this boring trick! The man in purple pointed at the monster.

The monster also turned into a long sword.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The man in purple felt that the monster was provoking him, and he was very angry, and with a sharp sword tip, he rushed forward.

The man in purple swung his sword, and the monster also swung his sword, and as soon as the man in purple jumped up, the monster also jumped up.

As if he was fighting with himself, the man in purple was even more annoyed.

He became more and more desperate, and the monsters learned from him.

In a moment, the man in purple was repelled by the monster's sword, and he staggered a few steps, his face turned black with an ugly face.

Wen urged to see that the man in purple was invincible, and wanted to step forward to help him.

"Stand back! Juniors just need to save their lives. The man in purple said coldly.

"Don't you love to learn? Can you learn this too? The purple-clothed man snorted coldly and took out a magic weapon from the storage bag.

"You should be honored to be the first to feel the power of the Wind and Rain Umbrella."

The man in purple threw the wind and rain spirit umbrella into the sky, and the spirit umbrella suddenly became larger, covering the sky above the monster.

Losing its light, the monster looked up slightly, it also wanted to learn from the man in purple, and also made an umbrella on the head of the man in purple.

But it didn't have time after all, and it rained on the spiritual umbrella, and every drop was formed by spiritual power.

The monster standing under the umbrella was drenched, and the demonic energy on its body began to dissipate.

The monster screamed in pain, and its voice was piercing.

"Shut your mouth!" The man in purple threw a ball of aura and smashed it into the monster's open mouth.

The monster's body twisted and trembled wildly, and its body slowly shrunk back to the form it had just emerged from the black callus.

"Don't want to come out and hurt people again!" The wind and rain spirit umbrella spun rapidly, and the rain fell faster and faster, and it fell heavier and heavier.

The monster continued to shrink, and the demonic energy floated in the air, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

Seeing that the monster had been disposed of, the man in purple snorted lightly and took the wind and rain spirit umbrella and spirit sword back into the storage bag

He looked back at the crowd.

"Thank you, senior." Wen Yu stepped forward and saluted the purple-clothed man to thank him.

The purple-clothed man waved his hand slightly and said, "My generation of monks, naturally I want to help each other."

"Senior, dare to ask, what was that just now?" Su Wenhong asked.

"There has never been such a situation in the Nine Domains before, and I suspect that it may be that the demonic qi has gathered to form a monster." The man in purple thought for a moment and gave this answer.

"Thank you seniors for your doubts."

"You are disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Sect, right?" The man in purple saw the clan clothes on everyone's bodies.

"Yes, senior." Wen Yu replied.

The purple-clothed man turned his head slightly to see peace, and he wondered, "Why did a few of your disciples come out to practice and bring a child?" How unsafe it is. ”

"This ...... That's a long story. Wen Qiu sighed.

The old man is dead, and how to arrange peace has become a difficult problem.

Du Yunxi briefly explained the relationship and experience between the old man and Ping An.

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the man in purple.

"Alas, fate makes people, this kid has lost his loved ones, and he is a mortal himself, how can he survive in these nine domains?" The man in purple shook his head and sighed, his tone full of pity.

Everyone didn't know what to do for a while.

They are all monks, and they have to break into the sea of swords and fires on weekdays, and it is inconvenient to take a child, and they have to pay attention to her safety at all times. If it is placed in the sect and does not take her out on an adventure, it is not a way to ignore it for a long time.

Seeing that everyone was entangled and silent, the man in purple opened his mouth.

"Why don't you do this, you guys are children themselves, how can you have the energy to raise another child? I have a friend who started a fairy society, so I sent this little girl to the fairy society. ”

"When she grows up, she can also do some simple work to make a living, don't worry, the immortals in the society are all well-behaved casual cultivators, and the little girl will not be wronged in the past."

"By the way, I'm Zou Xiuming of the Shang Civic Xuantian Sword Sect."

At this time, there were seniors who had cultivated to be strong and willing to take him in, and everyone was very happy.

Everyone quietly discussed, and when they saw that the man in purple was strong, sincerely willing to help Ping'an, and was his life-saving benefactor, they agreed.

"Then thank you Senior Zou."

At this time, Ping An also woke up slowly, she opened her eyes, and found her grandfather around.

"Grandpa, big brother, big sister, where's my grandpa?" Ping An asked anxiously.

Sun Yao was silent, how could he tell the little girl that her grandfather had been killed by a monster?

One by one, everyone was silent.

The little girl was not naïve, combined with the reaction of the crowd and the state of her grandfather before she fell unconscious.

Ping An realizes that his grandfather may be dead.

"Peace must live well, live." Ping'an's mouth was deflated, and he tried his best to control the tears from falling.

She clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

"Even if grandpa is gone, peace must live well." She looked at Sun Yao, wanting to get Sun Yao's affirmation.

Sun Yao's eyes were red, he nodded, he reached out and touched Ping'an's hair, revealing a wry smile.

Du Yunxi squatted down, and she hugged Ping An into her arms.

"Ping'an, grandpa hopes that you are safe, live safely, and you can definitely do it, right?"

"Ping An is okay, sister, Ping An will not disappoint grandpa."

"Do you see the purple-clad uncle over there? He will take Ping'an to the Immortal Society, where there are many people, good uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, they will all help Ping'an, and they will all love Ping'an. ”

"Peace eats well there and grows up well. Good no good? Du Yunxi said softly.