Demonic energy!

The Jindan Realm powerhouse of Ningyue Temple actually had a demonic aura on his body.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

"Senior Brother Mulin! You-"

"Mu Lin, how can you have demonic energy on your body?"

"W-what's going on?"

The three Jindan Realm Buddha cultivators who rushed towards Boundless Victory all looked at the monk who was full of demonic energy and exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, the Ember Monk, who was not lightly injured, also stood up, with a blank look on his face.

"Uncle Mulin, didn't you say that if you get the Buddha Fruit Relic, you can ascend to the sky in one step and become the first person under the abbot of Ningyue Temple?"

"What, how can you have demonic energy?"

He went to grab the Buddha fruit relics and seek endless troubles, all because his uncle said that as long as he had this relic, he would be able to increase his strength greatly.

As a person who was attached to Uncle Mu Lin, Monk Wu still took action even though he knew that it was unruly to snatch relics like this.

However, it was only then that he realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.

"Hehe, Devil, or Buddha, is it really that important?"

The middle-aged monk, who was full of demonic energy, had a smile on his face, and his hands were still folded.

The golden light flashed in his eyes, and the demonic energy directly turned into a pale black robe.

"You see, isn't this demonic energy suppressed by me?"

Monk Mu Lin, who had a wicked smile on his face, looked around.

"I'm just borrowing demonic energy to cultivate."

Cultivating with demonic energy?

The surrounding monks not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but their faces became more and more solemn.

The first Jindan Realm monk stared at Monk Mu Lin and said in a deep voice, "Mu Lin, when did you start cultivating the Demon Dao?" ”

Hearing his words, Monk Mulin laughed, and a trace of suppressed blood burst out in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Li in front of him.

"I remember, I started cultivating magic when I was eight years old, right?"

"I don't remember."

"Anyway, when I entered Ming Wangzhou when I was sixteen years old, I was already a half-step foundation building realm."

Sixteen-year-old half-step foundation!

At the age of eight, he began to practice demonic skills!

This is a complete demonic path cultivator, just lurking in Mingwang Prefecture.

For so many years, this Mulin monk has been sending information from the Ming Wangzhou and the surroundings of Ningyue Temple to the Ten Thousand Demon Prefecture.

That's why the surrounding area has been invaded by the demon path and retreated.

Monk Mulin's words made all the monks around look gloomy.

"I'm curious how you can see through me."

"All along, even the Town Guarding Earth Immortal Realm, as well as those few Yuan Infant Realm Town Guarding Earth Immortals, have not seen through my disguise."

Without caring about others, Monk Mu Lin looked at Zhang Li in front of him and asked softly.

If this magic skill could not be hidden, so that the entire Ming Wang Prefecture was helpless, it would not have been suppressed so miserably by the Ten Thousand Demon Prefecture.

Now no one knows how many demon cultivators are lurking in Mingwang Prefecture.

The reason why Zhang Li knew that this was a demon cultivator was, of course, not that he could detect it.

He was the clue he found from the memories of the demon cultivators who had seen the Fog Hidden Gate.

In fact, he didn't dare to be sure, he just tried it.

Of course, he couldn't have answered like that at this time.

"Actually, it was a Demon Dao overhaul of the Five Demon Cities who sent the identities of several important people lurking in Mingwang Prefecture."

Zhang Li's words made Monk Mulin stunned.

Others were also confused.

The demon cultivators in the Five Demon Cities sent a list?

"Not only Ningyue Temple, but also Faming Temple thousands of miles away, and Zhenyuan Temple three thousand miles away, all have latent demon cultivators."

What Zhang Li said is true.

These are just the joints and some superficial messages in the memories of the people of the Fog Hidden Gate.

He didn't know exactly who it was.

The people of the Fog Hidden Sect are not qualified to know who the people of the Ten Thousand Demon State are lurking.

But this did not prevent Zhang Li from telling the information he knew.

Whoever goes to check it later doesn't care about him.

As for whether it can be found out, it has nothing to do with him.

"Five Demon City ......" Monk Mu Lin's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, and roared.

The robe transformed by the demonic energy on his body suddenly exploded, enveloping the space around him.

It was pitch black.

At the moment when the demonic qi was permeated, in the sea of Zhang Li's knowledge, the Immortal Yuan Fu was turbulent, and the power of the mighty merit and the power of the divine soul converged, reflecting the scene of the birth of Zhou Zhouzhang.

Monk Mulin had already stepped in front of him, his palm grabbing at his neck.

This is to capture yourself, and then ask who betrayed the lurkers of the Demon Path?

A flash of thunder flashed in Zhang Li's hand, and then struck out.

"Boom-"

The lightning burst and knocked back the palm in front of him.

This thunder light also appeared in the black demonic aura in a radial circle, allowing those who could not see anything to see the phantom in front of them.

"Boom-"

Win without a punch.

I don't know when, the aura on his body has become so heavy that it is difficult to feel it.

At this time, a punch was struck, with a mighty force, and the fist wind directly enveloped the power of the surrounding heaven and earth, turning into a roaring dragon.

All the demonic qi was swept away and shattered before the long dragon.

The power of heaven and earth!

With the blessing of the Immortal Talisman, with the help of the power of the Buddha Fruit Relic, this punch is not even able to catch the Jindan Nine-layer powerhouse!

"Bang-"

The surrounding demonic qi exploded, and Monk Mulin's body directly shattered.

It's just that this body is like a piece of rotten wood, and after it explodes, there is no blood splashing.

"The art of substitution of death, he has already had a way to get out."

The demonic qi dissipated, and the old monk of the Jindan Realm of Ningyue Temple spoke in a deep voice.

Zhang Li looked up not far away.

Over there, the light of the Buddha on Abbot Ciyuan's body was dim, and his figure was a little illusory.

Win Wuya glanced at the splendid Ningyue Temple, snorted coldly, and his body moved, landing on the side of Abbot Ciyuan.

"Give me the Soul Shaping Altar." He looked in the direction of the main hall of Ningyue Temple and let out a low voice.

The Soul Shaping Altar is a treasure reshaped by the remnant soul, and it is a treasure that the soul is immortal after the inheritance of the earth immortals.

"Win Wuyi, this is Ningyue Temple, even if you get the town guard talisman of Jingyue Temple, you are not qualified to be presumptuous here-"

It was the Jindan Realm monk in Ningyue Temple who spoke.

The answer was to win the punch of the golden light.

"Boom-"

A punch strikes, and the void shakes.

This blow, with an unavoidable power of imprisonment, struck directly towards the chest of the Jindan Realm monk.

"Bold!"

"Can't catch it!"

The faces of the other two Jindan Realm monks changed drastically.

The monk who was imprisoned in front of the fist wind turned pale, his hands folded, and his whole body trembled.

He couldn't even defend himself.

"Hum—"

With a bang, a golden canopy fell, covering the Jindan realm monk.

The shadow of the fist collided with the canopy, and the golden light exploded.

The fist wind like a golden dragon was raging, and the surrounding space was ten zhang, the walls were shattered, and the floor tiles were flying.

The monk's mouth was covered in blood, and his steps staggered back.

On the canopy, there are also fragments.

Win Wuya raised his hand, and was about to punch again, the canopy moved lightly, a jade-colored disc; Fall.

Altar of Soul Sculpting.

Win Wuya snorted coldly and took over the Soul Shaping Altar.

"Ningyue Temple and Jingyue Temple are connected with each other, and in the future, I hope to win the boundless monks and my Ningyue Temple to help each other."

In the canopy, a voice came.

Abbot of Ningyue Temple.

Before, this voice was unceremonious to Ciyuan.

Nowadays, it is much more respectful to win without limits.

That's strength.

Win Wuya has the Buddha fruit relics in hand, and at this time, with the blessing of the power of the immortal talisman, it is suddenly extremely strong, even if it leaves the realm of Jingyue Temple, it can also fight with the abbot of Ningyue Temple.

If Ciyuan could have such strength, he would naturally not be humiliated here.

Ningyue Temple was soft, not only handed over the Soul Shaping Altar, but also sent out all the ordinary warriors such as Xu Han who had been caught before.

Originally, he wanted to make trouble again, but Ciyuan obviously couldn't hold on, so he could only hurry back to Jingyue Temple.

Zhang Li returned to Jingyue Temple, still in retreat.

Now, it is very close to the time to leave Mingwangzhou, and the other martial artists are also dedicated to cultivation.

Because Zhang Li and Win Wuyan swept the wasteland, the boundary of Jingyue Temple was much more peaceful.

On the contrary, because Monk Mulin was exposed, the thorough investigation of Ningyue Temple caused turmoil around Ningyue Temple.

After Zhang Li got out of the customs, he saw Ying Wuyan, who took over as the abbot of Jingyue Temple.

Ying Wuya did not shave as a monk, but wore a monk's robe and a pale gold robe.

"These are all books that record all kinds of secrets in the Jingyue Temple."

Win Wuya directly sent a thick stack of books to Zhang Li.

These books are characterized by pale gold pages.

This page is the rune paper that can carry the power of the immortal talisman.

"I asked, this is the refining of the leaves of the Jialan tree, a treasure tree in Mingwangzhou, which was not very precious back then, but now the Jialan tree is almost extinct, and there are few pages in this book."

Looking at Zhang Li, there was a glimmer of sparkle in Ying Wuya's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "I will collect these pages from the beginning of the exchange of Buddhism." ”

Zhang Li nodded.

"Brother Win, don't worry, as long as Brother Zhu can refine the Immortal Sealing Talisman, I will order someone to send it."

"Even if the power contained in this kind of immortal sealing talisman is not strong, it is also the treasure of the immortal land."

If one earth immortal can't do it, what about ten, hundred?

This kind of earth immortal is difficult to kill, as long as the divine soul is not extinguished and the divine domain is not broken, it can be reborn.

There is no need for much, as long as there are ten such earth immortals stationed above the realm of Jingyue Temple, it is basically impossible for the demon cultivator to have a chance to sneak in.

Which Guardian Earth Immortal didn't know what was going on in his Divine Domain?

Unless, in the Demon Dao, there are people like Monk Mu Lin who have practiced the secret demon path exercises since childhood.

But Monk Mulin is a sixteen-year-old half-step foundation.

Even if it's Ten Thousand Demon Realm, I'm afraid there are few such characters, right?

If such a genius really exists at will, then Mingwangzhou really doesn't have to resist.

"This is incense, I think you can use it." Zhang Li took out three sticks of incense.

This is a treasure of Shinto cultivation, and it is of great benefit to replenish the power of the Immortal Sealing Talisman.

Win without bounds, and accept it politely.

When Zhang Li left Mingwangzhou, Ying Wuya sent two million spirit stones.

In the Earth Immortal Realm, especially in the Great Earth Immortal Realm, the most important thing is the spirit stone.

The bare rocks in the mountains and forests will be soaked in the aura after a long time and turn into spiritual veins containing the aura.

It's just that because of the power of heaven and earth, the quality of these spirit stones can't reach the level of spirit crystals above the top grade.

As for chalcedony beads, they are even rarer.

This thing is lacking in any cultivation world.

The warriors who followed Zhang Li to Ming Wangzhou, more than fifty of them were willing to follow Ying Wuya and stay in the Earth Immortal Realm.

Coupled with the previous fall, there were more than 500 people on this trip, and only more than 400 people were left to return to the mortal world.

Of course, when these people return to the mundane, they can not only improve their own cultivation, but also bring with them a lot of spirit stones and various treasures.

At least the elixirs that can be seen everywhere in Mingwang Prefecture are all brought back in large bags and small bags.

"Hum—"

When everyone left Mingwang Prefecture and stepped into the Demon Suppression Division, the aura that was enveloped in turmoil made the Demon Suppression Division tremble constantly.

This is the suppressive power of the Demon Suppression Division being induced.

The people who returned from Ming Wangzhou all carried the power of the Heavenly Dao of Ming Wangzhou, which would attract the attack of the Demon Suppression Division.

Fortunately, they had already known that there would be such a scene a few times before, and everyone silently dispersed, and they stayed in the Demon Suppression Division, slowly reducing the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Everyone else walked out of the third layer of the Demon Suppression Division quickly, but Zhang Li stood still and didn't move.

On his body, the constantly intertwining immortal light seemed to be about to turn into substance.

In the fairy light, a black phantom appeared.

Instrumental incarnation.

The incarnation of the machine spirit stood there, the demonic energy on his body merged with the ontological power of Zhang Li in front of him, and the fairy light collided with the demonic light, turning into a black and white entangled vortex.

"Boom-"

The originally hidden giant golden bell appears.

Swinging Bells.

Above the machine spirit clone, one after another demon shadows converged towards the Demon Bell.

On the Demon Swinging Bell, golden light appeared, and each demon shadow was locked by a chain of golden light, turning into a demon mark.

This is the magic treasure, the magic clock.

The more demonic power you gather, the stronger the power of the magic bell.

The machine spirit clone killed a lot of demon cultivators in the Ming Wang Prefecture, and devoured more demon cultivators.

The strongest of them were the two Demon Dao powerhouses of the Jindan Realm.

At this time, the magic bell seemed to be a gluttony that had not been eaten well for countless years, and the whale swallowed the constantly converging magic shadows.

The power transmitted on the magic clock is getting stronger and stronger.

It's a power that suppresses demonic intent.

It is also a power that can stimulate demonic will.

Borrow the power of demons, bind the power of demons.

All the demon souls were infused, and the magic bell glowed, and the golden light on it blended, condensing into a layer of golden light, enveloping all the demonic souls in it.

The golden bell slowly converged, turning into a small bell no bigger than a palm, circling around Zhang Li's body.

Xiao Zhong moved, and fell into the hands of the black-robed instrument spirit clone.

Looking at the spirit clone in front of him, he pondered for a moment, and Zhang Li raised his hand a little.

The bell and the machine spirit clone slowly dissipated.

In the future, this doppelganger will stay here, practicing and garrisoning at the same time.

With so many demonic intent demon soul replenishments, the Demon Swinging Bell can suppress any powerhouse under the Yuan Infant Realm.

Even if the Yuanying Realm arrives, it can also have the power to fight.

The Demon Swinging Bell and the Machine Spirit Clone are here, and they can directly control the large array of the Demon Suppression Division.

In the future, the number of people who go to Mingwangzhou will be larger, and the strength does not need to be so strong.

Every time a powerhouse from the Qi Condensation Realm enters the Ming King State, the mortal world can't make up so many masters.

On the contrary, as long as there is no restriction on cultivation, no restriction on the number of people, and the power of Ming Wangzhou, more masters can be cultivated.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Li slowly walked out of the Demon Suppression Division.

He could feel the clouds gathering in the void.

When he walked out of Huaxian State, it was the same.

The induction of the power of the mortal heavenly way.

The Dao of Heaven is nurtured by the Demon Huan Venerable?

Standing in front of the main hall square of the Demon Suppression Division, Zhang Li raised his head, and there was a trace of light flashing in his eyes.

He's going to test it.

Let's see if Heavenly Dao still has a chance to escape control.

Raising his hand, a spirit stone appeared in his palm.

"Old rules, make a deal."

Zhang Li spoke softly.

(End of chapter)