Ling Yun hung high in the air, his cloak puffed up by demonic energy, and his cloak slipped off, revealing his pupils that had completely turned red.

Looking at him like this, where is there still a little bit of the sect master demeanor of the Immortal Sect? It's not an exaggeration to say that the Demon Lord is alive!

"Enchanted! He's already enchanted!" An elder shouted.

"How so?" Grief muttered, "Wasn't it just that I was injured by the magic sword? With the skill of transforming gods, how can you fall into demons?"

Falling under the spell sounds scary, but it's actually not easy. Like Ling Bufei, he was infused with demonic qi when he was born, and relying on the restraint effect of the Demon Suppression Ding, didn't An Ansheng live until he was in his twenties and ushered in vitality?

Ling Yungao is a god-transforming cultivator, and with his profound cultivation, it is not difficult to suppress one or two. What's more, he is still the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect, the top-level pills are at his fingertips, and there are so many top-level cultivators who can ask for help. To put it mildly, there are so many elders in the sect, one by one they can help him force the demonic qi out!

"Because my uncle didn't just fall into the devil today." Ling Bufei's eyes were heavy, looking at Ling Yungao in mid-air, "As early as eight years ago, when my ancestor celebrated his birthday, he was tricked."

"What?"

Eight years ago, the Ling family's birthday banquet!

"It's the demon sealed by Duyun Lake!" Elder Zuo had been invited to the Ling family to refine the demon, and he remembered deeply, "It actually escaped!"

Yang Xiangtian twisted his eyebrows and said, "How did the young sect master know? Why didn't you say it in advance?"

"I won't let him say it." Hua strode silently, "Back then, we only noticed the abnormality from the Sect Master's actions, and there was no evidence, how could we talk nonsense? After all, it's the sect master, if it's wrong, won't it become a slander?"

Xin Zhuxue bowed: "What Senior Sister Hua said is reasonable, ask yourself, if I know, I don't dare to speak."

The two old-timers expressed their attitude, and the others thought that they would indeed be afraid if they were themselves, so they kept silent.

In mid-air, Ling Yungao once again sacrificed his magic sword.

He pressed his fingers on the sword and pulled hard, and the monstrous shadow was pulled out by him.

This sword has not been nourished by demonic qi for thousands of years, and suddenly sensed the aura of the same kind, and was naturally attracted to him.

"Boom-" The demonic clouds in the sky rolled, covering the sky and the sun, and the mountain protection array attracted by the demonic qi was unexpectedly shaken.

This is the power of the Ancient Artifact!

The elders of the Wuji Sect were shocked, the demon sword had been sealed in the Taiyi Hall for thousands of years, they had never seen the power it exerted, and now they saw it with their own eyes, and they knew how powerful the demon lord of the Demon Sealing War was back then.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and stop him!" Yang Xiangtian shouted.

So the elders flew forward one after another, each with magic weapons and secret techniques, and for a while, the time shadow flew and the killing machine was heavy.

With such a movement, the disciples of Cloud Mist Mountain were all alarmed, and they looked at the ubiquitous demon shadows in the sky in fear.

"What is this?"

"The Adversary, there is the Adversary!"

There were also people with good eyesight who recognized it and muttered, "Look at this demon, why does he look so much like the sect master?"

Everyone looked over one after another, and sure enough, they saw familiar faces.

"Sect Master, really Sect Master!"

"What's going on? The Sect Master is possessed by the Devil?"

"Oh my God!"

The demonic qi exploded again, and a sharp ghost cry sounded, and the disciples below had splitting headaches and were frightened.

"Cast the Divine Enchantment!" Hua silently shouted, "Be careful that he hurts the disciple!"

Elder Gan shouted loudly, holding the mountain protection formation order: "Senior brothers and sisters, look at my formation order!"

The elders rushed forward and took their positions.

Streams of spiritual light were released, connected into lines, forming a rune array, and condensing an enchantment.

Ling Yungao naturally wouldn't let them completely condense, in that case, it would be difficult for him to run.

So the demonic qi condensed into a sharp claw and grabbed it fiercely.

The enchantment is far away.

Yang shouted to the sky, "Senior Brother Yuan, let's go and contain him!"

Yuan Songqiao responded and flew up.

The two flew one after the other

To the end, Yuan Song Qiao's sword beckoned, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and slashed over.

The devil's claws were immediately broken by this blow.

Yang Xiangtian raised his finger to the void, and the golden runes condensed and formed, and when he saw the right time, he hit it, and the broken claws dissipated.

The elders saw the emptiness inside him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be afraid! He is seriously injured, his strength is not strong, the key is the magic sword!"

"There are so many of us, one person can destroy him with one palm!"

Everyone's confidence increased greatly, and they surrounded Lingyun Gao.

This is the sect station of the Wuji Sect, and with more than a dozen God Transformation Elders present, can it still allow a seriously injured demon cultivator to escape?

Under the joint attack of the elders, Ling Yungao's power became weaker and weaker, and his demonic aura became weaker and weaker......

The time has come.

Elder Gan shouted loudly and cast the order to protect the mountain.

But seeing that the great array of mountain protection was lit up, the light of the Dao Dao was woven into a brilliant golden net, which came from all sides.

The elders stepped back to make room.

At this moment, the blood light on Ling Yungao's body flashed, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly rose with demonic flames.

"Oh no!" The hearts of the people sank.

"The magic power on the magic sword hasn't been exhausted yet, he's deliberately showing weakness!"

"Did you find out now? It's too late!" Ling Yungao poured all the remaining magic power into the magic sword and laughed, "You people, how can you ever look down on me? At the beginning, he only had my eldest brother in his eyes, and then he only used me as a substitute for his son! When will I be the suzerain of this sect master? Then I'll show you what happened to me!"

As he spoke, a long shadow was drawn from the magic sword, gradually taking shape.

First the thick limbs, then the broad shoulders, the horns on the head, and finally the majestic figure.

Under the heavy pressure, everyone trembled from the heart, and a feeling of extreme danger rose from their hearts.

"Demon Lord!" Yuan Songqiao's face changed drastically: "This is the master of the Demon Sword, the will of the Ancient Demon Lord!"

The demon on Ling Yungao's body was also furious: "What are you doing? Why don't you run now?"

"What's there to run?" Ling Yungao said lightly, "Do you think you can really run away?"

With so many gods, and the blessing of the mountain protection array, he was so injured that he couldn't even deal with the thief who sneaked up last night, how could he steal his life in this situation? He is the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect, and he knows the strength of the sect very well.

At this moment, Ling Yungao inexplicably felt arrogant, and inexplicably felt ridiculous. What about the Sect Master? Now everybody is going to kill him, and then fast!

The shadow of the Demon Lord has fully appeared.

His gaze glanced at him, and without words or movements, everyone was already afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sword—" A dull voice sounded as if it were from the smoke and dust of history.

The magic sword jumped high and fell into the hands of the demon shadow, the dazzling blood flashed, and the accumulated corpses that had died under the sword appeared in the form of phantoms, bringing incomparable shock.

"Not good! Get out of the way!"

The mountain protection array has been rolled out, but it is too late. Before the Shadow is captured, the sword will fall!

This sword from the ancients, before it is suppressed, will surely see blood.

Who could have been unlucky and die by the sword?

"Hum—" A low hum rang out, and a dark shadow flew out and greeted him with fearlessness.

Demon Suppression!