Ling Yungao was in a state of weakness, and his divine soul was quickly invaded.

No, he doesn't want to die!

A strong desire to survive and a strong will.

The demon was furious, he didn't dare to provoke that Jade Demon Lord, would he still be afraid of you being half dead?

It pressed Ling Yungao to the death, and the spirit crashed over: "Little Demon Cultivator, still want to rebel against Grandpa? What are you? Demon cultivation is only half of the waste! Death to this seat!".

Ling Yungao's soul was almost crushed by him, but he refused to give in: "It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, a prisoner under the ranks, and he dares to bully Benjun!"

Hearing him claim himself, the demon sneered, "I almost forgot, you seem to be the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect? Hey! Isn't that a coincidence? This seat has been imprisoned in this hellish place, tortured for thousands of years, and now it is time for revenge!"

As he spoke, it said gloomily, "You probably don't know, there are a lot of demons guarding outside, and everyone wants to taste the taste of the Wuji Sect Master. Tut-tut, the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect who has entered the demon can really see anything if he has lived for a long time!"

Ling Yun was furious. It's just that he is hostile to the elders of the sect, what is this demon? Dare to laugh at him? No matter how depraved he is, he was once the leader of the Immortal Gate, and it is not the turn of a little demon to make irresponsible remarks!

"Then try it! Let's see if you can eat it!"

The demon was so excited by him that he was so competitive that he pressed all his strength up: "Try it, try it, and see what you, the Demon Wuji Sect Master, are capable of!"

The two of them squeezed their souls and attacked each other, and just when the demon heart was immersed in it, a demon seed fell silently in his soul.

"What is this?" The adversary suddenly realized that something was wrong, how did he feel that the magic power in his body was draining?

The demon seed grew rapidly, and the roots sprouted.

"Demon Seed! No!" The Adversary was shocked and wanted to dump it.

But it was too late, it had already penetrated deep into the divine soul, greedily absorbing demonic energy, and growing rapidly.

Offensive and defensive momentum is cast.

Ling Yungao, who had absorbed the demonic energy, was surrounded by the demonic liquid, and his body was quickly repaired, and the body that originally belonged to a person grew strange parts, with horns on his head and extra limbs.

The longer these things are, the faster he recovers.

The Adversary gradually became overwhelmed: "No! Let go of me, let go of me!"

It just wants to take a bite and doesn't want to be eaten by others!

How could Ling Yungao let it go, he lacked demonic energy now, and the demon seed didn't grow much, this demon head was sent to the door, and Xuanbing Prison happened to be unable to use spells, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

Eat him! Eat him and you'll be able to repair your body! You can survive!

Under his strong thoughts, he controlled the demon seed to take root in the demon head, greedily absorbing the demonic energy.

The demon wanted to escape, but this time he was entangled instead.

"No! Sect Master, I am a small man with no eyes, I am willing to be your servant and spare my life!"

Seeing that he couldn't fight, the adversary began to beg for mercy.

If it were changed to another time, Ling Yungao might have responded, but not now, what he lacks is demonic energy, and he must recover!

So, no matter how much the demon begged, he unwaveringly absorbed the demonic qi until the demon seed grew rapidly and the demon was sucked clean.

The demon seed fell back into the dantian, mending the demon body little by little. Ling Yungao exhaled in satisfaction and let go of his hand.

An ugly demon skin fell lightly to the ground.

Ling Yungao kicked in disgust and got up to move his body.

It's good that he's finally alive. However, the demon seed is still short of nutrients, so you have to eat a little more.

Ling Yungao licked the corners of his mouth and tried to get out of the cell.

As a sect master, he was very familiar with the prohibition here, and now that he had the strength, he quickly squeezed out of the gap.

The demon guarding outside noticed that something was wrong and scattered in a hurry.

Lingyun's high blood pupils exuded murderous aura, looking for a target in all directions.

Demonic energy, he needs demonic energy......

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A messenger flew outside the house, and Ling Bufei reached out to take it.

"Uncle Song?"

The summons were sent by Song Zhiyi, saying that Taiyi Hall was going to deal with the magic sword and asked him to go and witness it.

Ling Bufei smiled slightly, and after the Deacon Palace, the Taiyi Hall also came to show favor to him.

This is actually the treatment of the suzerain, and they are preparing for his succession.

He had no reason to refuse, so he called Baili Xu.

"I'll go to the Taiyi Palace, you guard here, in case you ......" Ling Bufei glanced at the next door.

Baili Xu replied, "Don't worry, Childe, I won't let anything happen to the white girl."

Ling Bufei nodded, and walked away directly.

When I arrived at the Taiyi Hall, in addition to Elder Zuo's Elder Niu who was on duty, there were also Song Zhiyi and Yang Xiangtian.

"Young Sect Master." Both sides salute.

Ling Bufei asked, "What's wrong with the magic sword? Didn't you seal it last time?"

"We feel unstable, so we want to add another layer." Yang Xiangtian said, "Young Sect Master, you have the Demon Suppression Ding, if you are here, we can rest assured."

Ling Bufei bowed: "I understand."

Song Zhiyi was bewitched by the magic sword, who knew what strange spells there were on this magic sword.

So, Elder Zuo and Elder Niu were guarding outside the hall, controlling the outer magic circle, and Ling Bufei accompanied Song Zhiyi and Yang Xiangtian into the room.

The three of them came to the location of the magic sword, and Yang Xiangtian carefully took it down.

"It is rumored that this demon sword belongs to the ancient demon lord, who has killed countless people, and the sword is covered with corpses. In the end, our grandfather set up a large array to lure him into a trap and kill him in one fell swoop." Yang Xiangtian said slowly, "In the entire Taiyi Palace, its demonic nature is the strongest. Even if the Demon Lord is dead for thousands of years, the magic is still sealed in it."

Ling Bufei remembered the scene of besieging and killing Ling Yungao before, this magic sword could even conjure the old shadow of the demon lord, it was indeed powerful.

Yang Xiangtian placed it on the offering table, and Song Zhiyi and the two of them cautiously pasted a few spiritual runes on their bodies to prevent them from losing their minds, and did not forget to ask him, "Don't you stick two pieces of the young sect?"

Ling Bufei shook his head: "It's okay, I have the Demon Suppression Ding."

Yang Xiangtian thinks about it, anyone in the world can be demonic, but it is impossible for the young sect master, and the demon suppression tripod is stronger than any spirit rune.

"Then here we go."

"Okay."

The two of them stood in each position, cast spells, and covered the magic sword with seals layer by layer. The golden light was layered on top of each other, and it suddenly gathered, firmly enveloping the sword body.

Just as the seal was about to be achieved, the magic sword suddenly trembled, breaking the seal that Song Zhiyi had just covered.

"Be careful!" Yang shouted to the sky, raising his hand to pull it back.

Who knew that the magic sword still had any strength left, and it slammed outward.

Ling Bufei was about to step aside, so he naturally reached out to block it.

The moment he grasped the magic sword, a force suddenly crashed into him.

"Boom—" There was no sound in my ears, but there was a muffled sound in the depths of my soul.

Ling Bufei froze suddenly, his eyes were empty, and his soul shook.

"Young Sect Master!" Song Zhiyi and Yang Xiangtian were taken aback and shouted in unison.