Ling Bufei felt that his soul was suddenly elevated, and he fell into a fog.

A huge force poured into his body and flowed throughout his body.

He was a little dazed, looking down at his hands.

At this moment, he had no doubt that he could move mountains and seas with a raised hand.

"Boom-" There was another dull sound, and the phantom of the Demon Suppression Ding emerged, and the cold coercion was heavy.

The tremendous force quickly subsided, and the fog suddenly dissipated. Ling Bufei found himself standing in the Taiyi Hall with the magic sword in his hand.

"Young Sect Master?" Yang Xiangtian looked at him warily.

"I'm fine." Ling Bufei handed the demon sword back, "This sword is really evil, I seem to have sensed the will of the demon lord just now."

Song Zhiyi stared at it for a while, making sure that he had not been spelled, and then he was relieved.

"The young sect master has the Demon Suppression Ding, and it will actually be affected by the magic sword, let's strengthen a few more layers!"

Yang Xiangtian agreed, "No wonder the sect master ......" he paused, "I have thought about the magic sword, it is indeed powerful."

It took the three of them most of the day to finally seal the magic sword.

When he was about to leave, Song Zhiyi asked, "Does the young sect master have something on his mind? Need you tell us about it?"

Ever since he was affected by the magic sword, his expression was very heavy.

Ling Bufei tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Senior Uncle Song can see it."

"Go to your Sword Pavilion!" Yang Xiangtian raised his chin to Song Zhiyi and said decisively, "Young Sect Master, if you have something, it's not your own business."

Ling Bufei understood his concern and nodded in response, "Okay."

So the three of them went to Song Zhiyi's Sword Pavilion.

Song Zhiyi loves to be pure, and the Sword Pavilion uses puppets to take care of affairs. At this time, Lin Baiyu was cultivating, and no one was disturbing.

He invited the two to sit down and ordered the puppet to serve tea.

After drinking the tea twice, Ling Bufei finally figured out what to say.

"Two uncles, in fact, I didn't just sense the will of the Demon Lord, to be exact, I became the Demon Lord himself."

Yang Xiangtian twisted his eyebrows: "You mean, you are possessed? So powerful?"

Ling Bufei shook his head: "No, it's my body...... It is very compatible with the magic sword, as if I am naturally a demon cultivator."

Yang Xiangtian and Song Zhiyi were stunned.

Ling Bufei continued, "If I don't have the Demon Suppression Ding on my body, I feel like I can easily fuse with the Demon Sword."

"Hands." Yang raised his chin to the sky.

When Ling Bufei stretched out, he held it down.

After a long while, Yang Xiangtian stopped checking his pulse and let out a breath.

"Senior Brother Yang, do you see anything?" Song Zhiyi asked.

Yang Xiangtian wrung his eyebrows: "You know, cultivating immortals has the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and cultivating demons has the qualifications to cultivate demons......

"You mean, the qualifications of the young sect master to cultivate demons are very good?"

Yang Xiangtian spread his hands: "It may be that the acupuncture points of the young sect master have been alienated, so they are completely compatible with the demonic qi."

Ling Bufei nodded slowly. Bai Mengjin said something similar to him, although the demonic energy in his body was dispelled by the heavenly thunder, it was impossible for the alienated acupuncture points to return to normal, so he could only use his physical body to store the spiritual energy and do a "physical cultivation".

"What does that mean?" Song Zhiyi pondered, "Young Sect Master is more likely to be possessed by the devil?"

"So to speak, but with the existence of the Demon Suppression Ding, the evil can't get close to him, so don't worry too much." Yang Xiangtian appeased.

Song Zhiyi understood: "It's better for the young sect master to keep a distance from those magic weapons in the future, so as not to have any accidents."

"Yes." Yang Xiangtian agreed, stretched out his hand and patted Ling Bufei's shoulder, "The probability of a situation like today's one is still very small."

Ling Bufei nodded, but a thought flashed through his mind.

That's true, his desperate pulse is not completely hopeless!

If he hadn't met Mengjin and failed to clear the demonic qi in his body, he could have turned into a demonic cultivator. Such a body that is close to demonic energy, say no

You will be able to use the power of the magic sword for your own use.

He has the Demon Suppression Ding, which can form a counterweight to the will of the Demon Lord, so that he can keep his sanity and not degenerate into a true demon.

But this must be very painful, the physical body has become a battlefield between demonic qi and demon suppression, and it is always fighting...... It must have been ten times more intense than his previous demonic qi attack!

Fortunately, he met Mengjin, completely cleared the demonic energy, and was able to be a normal person.

Ling Bufei was in a good mood, so he wanted to go back to see Bai Mengjin.

Just as he was about to say goodbye, a messenger suddenly flew from the window.

Seeing the flashing aura above, Ling Bufei quickly took it, and then his face changed.

"It's not good, Ah Xu said that something happened to Xuanbing Prison, and Mengjin rushed over!"

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Demonic energy, demonic energy......

Ling Yungao dragged his broken body, one foot deep and one foot shallow in the wind and snow. His body was full of demonic energy, covered with all kinds of limbs, and he no longer looked like a person.

Finally, he caught a minion who couldn't run away in time and bit it down.

"No! Let go of me!" Minions struggle.

However, Ling Yungao was occupied by a strong desire and wanted to eat him at any cost.

After a brief battle, Na Minion eventually became his belly meal.

Not enough, not enough at all!

Ling Yungao's eyes flashed with blood, as if he had been hungry for a hundred years and a thousand years, and there was only food left in his heart.

The demons fled in all directions, not wanting to provoke him, but Ling Yungao was very familiar with the seal of Xuanbing Prison, and today was the period of weakness, so he broke them one by one.

After eating three or four demons in a row, Ling Yungao finally had a little sense of belly.

Instinctively, he walked to the door of a cave......

Bai Mengjin retracted his thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes, and got up from the bed.

Seeing her push the door out, Baili Xu, who was studying the scriptures, hurriedly got up: "White girl, you ......."

Before he could say his greeting, he was interrupted by Bai Mengjin: "Something happened in Xuanbing Prison, I have to go and see!"

"Huh?"

Baili Xu only felt that there was a flower in front of her, and she had disappeared.

The light fell, and Bai Mengjin stood at the door of the Xuanbing Prison.

Before the Yuanying guard could speak, Elder Honglu had already appeared: "Girl, what are you doing here?"

Bai Mengjin shook the Sect Master Order in his hand and asked, "Senior Ancestor, do you know that something happened inside?"

The oven elder bowed: "The old man is about to deal with it, your cultivation is insufficient, so don't mix it."

Bai Mengjin tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Anyway, you can't use spiritual power in it, and in terms of other means, I may not be worse than you."

"What a mouth!" "Little girl, don't talk big!"

"If it's a big deal, you'll find out if you try it." Bai Mengcai didn't listen to persuasion today, and followed him step by step, "If you don't let me in, don't think about it yourself!"

The oven blows his beard and glares: "Don't go too far!"

Bai Mengjin looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, the two were in a stalemate for a while, and Hong Lu was still worried about the situation inside after all, and relieved angrily: "Okay! You'd better keep up, the old man won't be responsible if something happens!"