Thinking of the thrilling scene of the previous moment, the old man flew to the top of the cliff with the palpitations and walked towards the outside of the Demon Suppression Division.

This is the sixth floor of the Demon Suppression Division, the heat is unbearable, the flowing lines between the cliffs have been broken, and the cells in the darkness on both sides are silent.

After experiencing the reversal of the world, the interior of the Demon Suppression Division has been almost destroyed.

Those evil cultivators and demon cultivators were trapped in the shackles of countless spiritual powers, and they couldn't withstand this kind of drastic change in space, and they had all died quietly before they thought about it.

As he walked, the old man gradually calmed down, and at the same time began to absorb the energy left by the Demon Lord in the pool.

Suddenly, he stopped underground.

He felt a powerful and vital aura grow in his body, and it was as if he had reached some kind of extremely high realm that had never been seen before.

This smell and realm are incomparably beautiful, like real alcohol, and he is extremely intoxicated.

Could it be that Ascension is now!

The old man was surprised and delighted, and the premonition of leaving the world became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but laugh.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't ascend and was afraid that the Heavenly Tribulation would fall, how could he be willing to incarnate as a Demon Suppressor and stay underground in Chang'an City for so many years?

Now that he is finally about to ascend, he is finally going to become a real dragon god, how can he not be ecstatic!

The old man's laughter echoed in the dead silence of the Demon Suppression Division, like thunder.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The old man was a little inexplicable.

He was obviously still in ecstasy at this time, and he still wanted to laugh, and there was even a smile at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, why did the laughter stop?

It was as if someone had deviated from his will and shut his mouth directly.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You look very happy?" ”

……

The old man's face turned unusually pale.

He didn't want to talk at all.

Who said this?

The people in the Demon Suppression Division are all dead, who is this saying for?

Immediately afterwards, the old man felt that his body had also undergone some kind of change, and it seemed to become shorter.

He looked at his hands and saw them becoming whiter and more delicate.

The old man's pupils shrank, and he recognized the hands, because not long ago, they had been grabbing his wrists and gradually sinking into his body.

Where the old man can't see, there are changes happening.

His eyebrows faded until they were gone, and his pupils grew darker like black gems.

"You...... Still alive? ”

The old man's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes."

A voice rang out from his mouth.

It was the old man's own voice, but he knew it was someone else.

"You're in my body?"

"I said that for the control of the soul, I am the first in the whole wilderness, and everything that happened just now is not an illusion."

The old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

He realized that the aura and power he had felt earlier were not the benefits of Devouring the Demon Lord.

Then the great opportunity he felt was naturally not soaring, so what was it?

"It's death."

"You...... You...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

"You should feel it, I'm killing you."

"Nope! You can't do this! You and my spirit have become one, and if you kill me, you will die yourself! ”

"You haven't thought about why I left the deepest part to give you a chance to eat me?"

"Only then can you kill me...... But...... Don't...... You didn't want to live in the first place? ”

"Yes, I've wanted to die for a long time, and if I can die with you, how beautiful it would be."

……

In the dark Demon Suppression Division, there is only the old man alone.

If anyone can see this scene, it will be very strange.

The old man was talking to himself, arguing with himself.

He was at times angry, sometimes desperate, sometimes fearful, sometimes resentful, and at other times calm, almost indifferent.

Then the old man began to hurt himself.

He used countless magical powers to cut himself open, just like those ignorant women in the countryside, trying to dig out the ghosts in their bodies.

He even cast his inner wisdom again, turning the Demon Suppression Division into a small house.

The heavens and the earth changed color, thunder and lightning struck, the earth shook, the smoke and dust were innumerable, and finally everything was calm.

The old man was covered in blood, kneeling on the ground, holding his head, his face constantly changing, like two people struggling in a curtain, screaming bitterly.

"You can't kill me! Don't kill me! Please! I've only lived for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't lived long enough......."

……

……

Not far away, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Kill it."

The voice was a little weak, but calm.

Another voice rang out.

"Please kill it."

The voice was calm, but resolute.

Immediately afterward, more and more voices rang out all around.

These people are all evil cultivators and demon cultivators in the Demon Suppression Division.

The Demon Suppressor became much smaller, and they all came closer.

It is worthy of being a former evil path master and a terrifying demon cultivator, who has experienced the great changes of the demon prison upside down, and is still alive.

They're all talking about killing it.

Only one unknown monk said something different.

He only hoped that His Majesty the Demon Lord would live.

Even if he, like all the prisoners in the Demon Suppression Division, is willing to exchange his life for the death of the turtle.

"Kill it!"

Their shouts converged in a rhythmic way, like angry war songs.

……

……

Chang'an City once again ushered in a violent earthquake.

The level of the falling water in the cave suddenly rose, and countless waterfalls erupted from the cracks.

Luo Tianxing and Li Yuan flew to a high place and looked at the ground, their expressions were solemn, and the rest of the people had already retreated to a very far place.

The powerful aura in the sky was also closer to Chang'an City, and everyone sensed that something shocking was happening.

In the ruins of the Demon Suppression Division, Ahri was still squatting on the stone slab, his tail standing up extremely straight, staring at the hole where the Demon Suppression Division was located.

The sewage spread, and the ground was a mess.

Its eyes were extremely sharp, like a sword, staring at some inconspicuous place, and its tail wagged slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

In a corner of the ruins, a tiny turtle was twisting and struggling, its scales peeling off and covered in scars.

Whether it was Luo Tianxing, Li Yuan, or those big people who were further away, they didn't find this.

Ahri lightly stepped forward and silently took a step forward, about to sneak up on the other party.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed it by the back of the neck, and lifted it up.

The white cat in the combat state is very terrifying, even if it is the head of the Sword Sect, it will scratch the opponent's face.

It didn't make a move when it looked at the person who came—not because the face was too familiar, of course.

Ahri was shocked and puzzled, thinking that the turtle had now become a small turtle, why didn't you let me go up and cut it into several pieces, and then you and I would eat it separately, but you and I would stop me?

Su Qingming didn't speak, took it in his arms, and walked to the bottom of the ground full of rain and smoke.

There are formations in the ground around the Demon Suppression Division, and they are extremely hard, I don't know what means he used, but he didn't touch the formation and walked in.

Before disappearing into the ground, he glanced back at the baby turtle that was still struggling in the mud.

……

……

The little turtle bounced off the ground and into the sky, twisting and struggling, swaying and rising in the wind.

After more than ten breaths, the little turtle turned back into the body of the turtle.

Such a huge thing suddenly appeared in the sky over Chang'an City, bringing countless strong winds, blowing off the roofs of many buildings and rolling up how many smoke and dust.

The black monster beast lay across the sky, about dozens of miles long, like a projection of the black mountains and rivers in the sky in the distance, and like an extremely gloomy rain cloud.

The turtle continued to struggle and roll, appearing extremely painful, and occasionally its scales would fall off and fall into Chang'an City, smashing out deep pits and destroying houses.

Lin Shanzhu flew to a higher sky, looking at the giant dragon below, with a solemn expression.

Li Yuan also avoided a distance, and his eyes were even more torn, and he wanted to go up to help the turtle, but he couldn't get close.

The tortoise's painful struggle continued, but the struggle and pain in his eyes gradually faded away, and he became a little indifferent.

Suddenly, Gumi swung near Nanseong and shattered a cloud and turned around, as if he was about to leave for the north.

"Fellow Daoists, let's take action."

The calm and firm voice of the king sage fell from the sky.

Many big people, including him, have already seen that the soul of the turtle has been controlled by the demon lord, and there is no reason anymore.

If the Xuan Turtle is allowed to leave Chang'an City, the Demon Lord may really have a secret way to escape.

This is something that the Great Wilderness Terran cannot allow, and in order to prevent the Demon Lord from escaping, even the Xuan Turtle is a last resort.

In the depths of the red clouds, the bitter monk pronounced a Buddha name.

Under the green mountain, Hu Yunjian, the first seat of the Sword Sect's Cloud Sword Peak, remained silent.

The Mountain Lord of the Valley of No Return remained silent.

Everyone was silent.

Silence does not represent the same opinion, the silence of the Sword Sect is acquiescence, the silence of the Lin Mountain Lord is embarrassment, and the silence of Hu Yunjian is naturally opposition.

The Xuan Turtle is one of the four great divine beasts of the Great Wilderness, and is regarded as a totem by countless people, how could he let it have an accident in front of his eyes?

Suddenly, a cold and slightly wooden voice sounded: "Someone escaped from the ground before, what happened?" ”

Listening to this voice, Hu Yunjian raised his eyebrows slightly and did not speak again.

The bitter monk on the karmic fire red lotus was also silent.

Wang Shengren laughed at himself slightly, didn't say anything, and thought to himself that the original moral view of the master had also arrived, so did the attitude of his own people still matter?

Dao Yan's true realm has unparalleled supernatural powers, and he is the strongest person in the Great Wilderness who is as famous as the Sword Sect Leader and others.

The entire city of Chang'an was silent because of the sudden appearance of the Lord.

Because of his identity and temperament, and because he said that someone had just escaped from the earth.

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from the ground.

"Did the real person mean that the Demon Lord had escaped from the underground?"

A golden light rose from the palace into the sky.

The golden light is dazzling, and it naturally contains a bit of compassion and Zen.

The light gradually faded, revealing the figure of the Tang Emperor.

Several powerful people in the Holy Land saluted him.

In any case, the Tang Dynasty is also a dynasty with the same name as them, and his realm is not weaker than these cultivators present.

Wang Shengren smiled, as if he thought that the timing of the appearance of the Son of Heaven was interesting.

The Son of Heaven looked somewhere in the west and said to Dao Yan Zhenren, who had been hidden: "If the Demon Lord did not escape, then it would still be in the body of the Xuan Tortoise, and the Xuan Tortoise Divine Soul was fascinated, if it was allowed to escape from Chang'an City, the people of the world would suffer." ”

Dao Yan Zhenren did not show up, nor did he answer the words of the Son of Heaven, obviously very dissatisfied.

The Xuan Turtle on Chang'an City had slowly turned around.

The big things in the sky still couldn't come to an opinion.

The atmosphere was very silent and a little tense.