Song Zhiyi sat cross-legged on the stone outside the Taiyi Palace, quietly comprehending the way of the sword.

He is a very quiet person, and the job of guarding the Taiyi Hall is boring to others, but it is just right for him.

The elder who accompanied him went to deal with the trouble caused by his apprentice, and he was the only one outside the temple.

Suddenly, his divine sense sensed a slight fluctuation in the hall, and he opened his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, two people are guarding the door and prohibiting the outside, and the other is inside, and in case of an accident, the outside one locks the prohibition in time to prevent the magic weapon from escaping.

But now he's the only one......

Song Zhiyi raised his hand and released a compass, which was the forbidden switch of the Taiyi Palace, with stars floating on it, representing the situation in the hall.

The spot of light is normal, so the prohibition is intact.

After a little thought, he decided to go and see for himself - the elders who were on duty with him didn't know when they would come back, in case a magic weapon was loosened and it would drag on for a long time.

He stepped into the Taiyi Hall, carefully sealed the prohibition, and looked carefully at them one by one.

After looking around, I finally found that the fluctuation of demonic qi was transmitted by the magic sword hanging in the center.

This magic sword is owned by a demon lord during the Demon Sealing War, and it is the most powerful magic weapon in the entire Taiyi Palace, and nothing can happen.

Fortunately, he checked and found that the seal was not loose, it was just that there was some problem with the magic weapon itself.

He can't do this alone, so he will strengthen the seal first, and then notify the others later, and wait for it to be dealt with.

Song Zhiyi thought so, so he stepped forward to make a move, but when he faced the magic sword, his whole brain was numb, and the picture froze.

Behind was a fog, and some shadows could be faintly seen, and suddenly a force struck, ejecting Bai Mengjin into the sea of knowledge.

"What's wrong?" Ling Bufei asked with concern.

Bai Mengjin frowned and said, "If there is a problem, I'll take a look."

Song Zhiyi was very cooperative, let down the vigilance of Zhihai, and let her enter his memory.

Bai Mengjin found the sea of memories again, and when she read this paragraph, another force popped out, but fortunately this time she was prepared and forcibly carried it, so the fog dissipated a little, and the picture became clear.

Song Zhiyi, who was facing the magic sword, froze, a shadow flashed away, and someone crossed him and walked forward.

Bai Mengjin rewinds and reads that memory again.

Once, twice, three times...... When she was fully accustomed to the force and could resist it perfectly, she finally saw what was happening in the temple clearly.

The Sect Master's robe, the Sect Master's order around his waist, is Ling Yungao!

He walked up to Song Zhiyi, took the compass, and tried to unlock the seal.

The seal on the magic sword melted a little, and suddenly Song Zhi's eyelids moved. His divine sense is strong, and he will be freed in a short time.

Ling Yungao didn't expect him to wake up so quickly, and in an emergency, he threw the compass and magic sword into Song Zhiyi's hand, pretending to come from outside.

Song Zhi blinked his eyelids, and finally broke free completely, and saw that he was holding the magic sword.

"Senior Brother Song, what have you done! Lay down the magic sword!" Ling Yungao slapped his palm, and when Song Zhiyi didn't react at all, he restrained him.

Bai Mengjin took a breath and withdrew from Song Zhiyi's sea of knowledge.

"Yumejin!" Ling Bufei let out a low cry and held her in time.

Bai Mengjin pressed his aching forehead, but his smile was gratifying. It is really not easy to forcibly read the memories of the gods. Even if Song Zhiyi had tried her best to let down her guard, her divine thoughts were still not lightly injured.

"Do you have any elixirs to nourish the gods? Give it to her." Song Zhiyi turned around and commanded.

Ling Bufei hurriedly complied.

After a while, Bai Mengjin finally recovered.

"Can you see clearly?" Song Zhiyi asked, "Is it true that I am confused by the magic sword?"

Bai Mengjin shook his head: "It's the sect master, when Senior Uncle Song strengthened the seal, he was frozen by the magic breath released by the magic sword, and the sect master came in to take the magic sword. However, Uncle Song woke up early, and in an emergency,

He's just laying the blame on you."

Song Zhiyi was not surprised by this result, and only nodded slightly.

"That's true!"

He had been imprisoned in Xuanbing Prison for several years, and he had thought about the whole thing countless times, and he had already thought it through. This matter can't get around Ling Yungao, either he concealed the truth, or he himself planted it.

"But that's not evidence." Song Zhiyi continued, "You are a guilty body, and the memories you read are not very credible in the absence of other corroboration."

Bai Mengjin smiled, "It's okay, we didn't think about pulling the sect master down so easily. Reading Uncle Shi's memories is just to find the truth, and to prescribe the right medicine."

"Oh." When she said this, Song Zhiyi was relieved.

"Okay, now here's the problem." Ling Bufei stroked his palms and pondered, "Uncle did it, but why did he do it? In the first place, you were going to steal the magic sword, right? What does he want to do?"

This question made Song Zhiyi's brows furrow: "Yes, what is the sect master doing with the demon sword? He was sneaking around like this, apparently for a reason that he couldn't explain. Although the magic weapon is powerful, it is easy to corrode the mind, and if a normal monk has been around for a long time, it is easy to become insane."

"Because he's not a normal monk, of course." Bai Mengjin threw out the news flatly, "The sect master has been possessed by the demon, but he didn't know whether it was the demon or himself who was in charge before. After reading Uncle Shi's memory, I can be sure that the sect master has not lost his mind, he has fallen into the demon."

This news finally made Song Zhiyi's face change: "What? How do you know for sure?"

Ling Bufei and Bai Mengjin glanced at each other, and then told the Ling family what had happened: "...... Uncle Yuan had been staring at him for a long time, but unfortunately he didn't prevent it."

Song Zhi didn't speak for a while. The sect master of the Wuji Sect has entered the demon, and the news is enough to shake the immortal cultivation realm!

"No wonder you came to my rescue as soon as you came back, and you didn't even verify that I was lying." Song Zhiyi smiled bitterly.

He quickly calmed down and pondered, "If the sect master has already entered the demon, then he took the demon sword for cultivation? In the past few years, the sect master's cultivation progress has been extremely fast, and the magic sword has the power left over from the ancient demon lord, if he gets it, maybe he will be able to break through in one fell swoop."

What is after the Avatar Breakthrough? A normal monk is enlightened, and he is free from now on. What about the Demon Lord? I don't know, but it's certain that no one in the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm can subdue him, including the old tree in Cangling Mountain.

"Nope." Bai Mengjin said slowly, "I don't think he snatched the Demon Sword for this."

The two people present looked at her, and Ling Bufei was puzzled, "What is that for?"

Bai Mengjin has been the devil for thousands of years, and there is no one in this world who can compare to her understanding of demon cultivation. The current Ling Yungao, on the surface, still seems to be a normal Dao cultivator, which shows that he has not turned his body into a demon body, so-

"He's looking for a container, one that can hold a demon soul."