The cliff and the hundred devils kneel like chess, and the thousands of flowers on the hanging bank bloom picturesquely.

In the sea of falling demon flowers, Zu Tai's demonic qi slowly dispersed, and the old man's eyes slowly became blurred, and between the disillusionment, the demonic qi centered on the old man gushed out like a fountain.

After death, the demonic qi is scattered in the demon return cliff, and the demon flowers are collected, and the illusion of heaven and earth is obtained, and the demonic qi is absorbed and cultivated by the demon disciples.

With the beginning of the Demon Return, the change of Mo Lingfan also began, and in the dream, he stretched out his longing hand, and a huge force poured into his body, and in an instant, he was full of power.

"These people have to pay the price!" said Mo Lingfan coldly after the influx of dragon souls. The eyes are evil and murderous, and they are extremely cold.

"Mo Lingfan!" Mo Ran Holly shouted as she spread her wings, and a cloud of black gas gushed out, heading straight for Mo Lingfan.

The demon lord didn't say a word, and with one open hand, a huge demonic qi skeleton condensed out, and slapped it towards Mo Lingfan with one palm!

"Get out!" Mo Lingfan roared angrily, and a powerful burst of demonic qi exploded, directly shocking the demon lord. Even Mo Ran Holly flew out, unconscious.

At this time, the demon lord's face still did not change, and a cloud of demonic energy enveloped Mo Ran Holly and sent her to a distance, and then he said: "With your appearance, you can't even control a soul, and you are not worthy of being a demon at all!"

The demon lord has a unique vision, and he can see the demon dragon soul on Mo Lingfan's body at a glance.

Mo Lingfan didn't pay attention to him, but looked at him directly, expressionless, and then said with a smile: "Your joke is really moving!"

"You... Ignorant boy!" the demon lord said angrily. Then he unexpectedly spread a pair of very powerful wings, as if covering the sky, it was the Heavenly Demon Lord.

Under the dancing of the wings, the demonic qi gushed out, and the demonic qi of the old lady who was not weakened at all surrounded Mo Lingfan.

Mo Lingfan was not to be outdone, the same prison soul demon soul, the demon qi was soaring, the two collided fiercely together, the demon lord's strength was outstanding, and Mo Lingfan's mind was turbulent, and in an instant, he lost consciousness.

The dragon soul slowly appeared, and his gaze began to slowly become arrogant and cold. "It's just an eight-spin demon cultivator, and he dares to compete with me!" he smiled coldly.

This change also made the demon lord realize that he could actually see my cultivation, and with this tone, it seemed to be the same as before.

It's just that Zu Tai's hoarse voice came, "It turns out that it is really a prison soul sword soul, which has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and it turned out to be hiding in a child's body!"

"Hmph, old thing, it's not your turn to judge yet!" the dragon soul responded.

"Prison souls?" The Demon Lord was surprised, and then returned to indifference, "Then you are going to stay today!"

At that time, the more powerful demonic energy enveloped the dragon soul in the past, swallowing the sky, blocking the sun and the moon and surging, and the black light filled the sky.

But the dragon soul is still calm and composed, with a proud and independent attitude. It wasn't until Mo Lingfan's body began to be invaded by demonic qi that the dragon soul gritted his teeth and insisted, and then he woke up, this body was not so tough at all.

The dragon soul began to defend slowly from not caring, and released a layer of defensive shield in the demonic qi to resist the erosion of the demonic qi.

Eight Spiral Demon Cultivation, Accept One and Turn Eight, Demonic Qi is endless. In the blink of an eye, the form was unfavorable to the dragon soul and it, the dragon soul looked at the falling demon flowers all over the ground, and suddenly the demonic qi burst out, frantically absorbing the demonic energy in the falling demon flowers, to transform its own power.

The Falling Demon Flower swayed wildly as it was pulled by the powerful suction. "Stop!" The demon lord was furious, this was the demonic energy of the ancestral demon return, and it was actually beginning to be absorbed by the dragon soul.

In an instant, a storm-like demonic aura swept the sky, dark clouds were thick, and the wind was raging, which happened to see a large number of people rushing not far away. Yuan Tomb is blocking, but it seems that he can't stop it.

Those people came by cultivating the imperial sword and went straight to the Demon Cliff, at this time, Ling Fan's body had been completely covered by demonic energy, and the demonic energy on his body made him comparable to the demon lord.

At this time, there were other demon generals who were belatedly coming, including Gu Duo, whom Mo Lingfan had met!

"What's going on?" The Demon Lord shot out a demonic qi, forming a huge defensive array, protecting the entire Demon Return Cliff in it.

"They want to take advantage of the danger of others! Murong Hua is also here!" Yuan Tomb said. "That old guy is also here to join in the fun!" the demon lord flapped his wings and fanned the fragrance of falling demon flowers.

At this time, Mo Lingfan was still absorbing the demonic qi in the Falling Demon Flower under the siege of the Demon Lord's demonic energy, causing a large area of the Falling Demon Flower to wither.

The demon lord's heart twitched, "The eight great demon generals will obey their orders, and none will be left!" After speaking, he slapped it with one palm, "Demon Descends to the Nine Stars!" A strange demonic aura slapped on Mo Lingfan's body, and then a series of falling sensations like stardust falling to the ground hit, and in an instant, Mo Lingfan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the force of the gap became stronger and stronger, pulling his body as if tearing, and the dragon soul resisted frantically, still feeling the pain from the soul.

The pain tormented every nerve in him, and he rushed into the swordsmen who came to him like crazy, and many of them swordsmen slashed at him.

He also squandered his demonic energy, venting his anger and pain on these people's cultivation, and for a while, the attack of the dragon soul was more like a painful struggle. The falling demon flowers also fell one after another, or withered, and the Demon Cliff was in chaos.