The chain of chains suddenly fell, trapping the hall into a solid cage.
The depression in Ling Bufei's chest that had been suppressed for thirty years was now surging.
I have endured so many years, practiced desperately, and planned with all my heart, just for this moment!
He jumped up, faced the top of the hall, and raised his voice: "Demon Lord, why don't you show up yet?"
After a brief silence, a huge force rose from the palace, and the chain of the forbidden chain was washed away with a "clicking" sound. The dark wind of the underworld swept back and forth, forming a thick magic cloud.
"Your Majesty!" Shen Hou shouted.
Bai Mengjin didn't respond, but the aura of energy continued to grow. Countless demons were born in the demon cloud, rushing out and letting out strange and unruly laughter.
The pressure descended on the surroundings, getting stronger and stronger, until it made people tremble.
"Poof!" The little demons with low cultivation levels were the first to be unable to hold on, vomiting demon blood and struggling to find a hiding place.
Those Nascent Soul demon cultivators who were left behind were also trembling, and they knelt down in fear, saying: "Your Majesty!"
For thirty years, Your Majesty has been hiding in the palace, and people have almost forgotten how powerful she is. The familiar pressure at this moment reminds them of the figure that people once looked up to.
She once conquered all the gods and demon cultivators by herself!
"Ancestor!" Shang Liancheng ran out from the crowd of demons, ecstatic.
In the past thirty years, in order to survive in the Demon Sect, he had worked hard and tremblingly, not daring to go out of his way in the slightest. Finally, today he received reinforcements!
Shang Shaoyang raised his hand to help him fight off the demon blocking his way, and looked gently at the junior who rushed to his side: "Liancheng, I have wronged you over the years."
One sentence made Shang Liancheng burst into tears. He wiped his eyes and said, "Don't be wronged. I know my ancestor will definitely come back to save me."
He did not make any progress in his cultivation, but rather regressed. Shang Shaoyang didn't care. The underworld was filled with either Yin Qi or Demonic Qi. It would be good if he could keep it from being corroded. If he could go back alive this time, he would just repair it.
Goldman Sachs and Hua Ruzhuo also showed up, but they didn't come over.
They are different from Shang Shaoyang. Their lives are connected with Bai Mengjin. When she is an immortal, they are immortals. When she is a demon, they can only be demons.
The dark wind blew more violently, and the eaves of the palace seemed to be shaking. On the high platform behind the hall, the runes painted on the stone pillars lit up.
Ling Bufei and others looked solemn, Shang Shaoyang pushed Shang Liancheng to a safe area with a gentle push, and threw him a defensive magic weapon: "Wait a minute."
At this time, the demonic cloud condensed to the extreme, and with a bang, a huge shadow formed above the hall.
The surrounding area became quiet.
The evil wind calmed down, and the demon folded his wings, lowered his body, and surrendered obediently.
Even Shenhou lowered his body and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to your Majesty."
Many demonic cultivators lowered their eyebrows and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The strange voices of the devil merged into one place and echoed loudly: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Ling Bufei raised his head and looked at the falling shadow.
The dark purple sleeves swayed gently in the wind, carrying a frightening chill. The originally slender figure was now out of reach. Then there was a cold jade-like face, with emotionless eyes, like a supreme god and Buddha.
, watching the rise and fall of the world with cold eyes.
"Mengjin..." He looked at the face that was thinking about it and said softly.
This separation lasted for so long that the new generation of disciples may not even know there is such a person, but her appearance has never lost its color in his heart.
"Junior sister Bai!" Thirty years have passed, Ji Xingge almost cried.
Only Ying Shaoguang remained calm and reminded: "This is the Demon Lord's body, it is different."
Demon Lord’s body! These words made others quickly regain their vigilance. Yes, although it looks like Bai Mengjin, it cannot be regarded as Bai Mengjin. To be precise, only by defeating it can we see the real Bai Mengjin!
The demonic energy was too strong, and the phoenix feathers were automatically activated. With a phoenix chirp, the true phoenix fire ignited on the rope chain and burned towards the demon body.
"Your Majesty!" Shen Hou flew up and tried to help.
But he was stopped again by Leng Qiufeng: "I said, your opponent is me!"
A cold look flashed across Shen Hou's masked face, and the demonic aura on his body spread: "Since you want to seek death, let's deal with you, the traitor, first!"
He realized that he couldn't take action unless Leng Qiufeng was dealt with, so the demonic energy transformed into a huge iron fist and struck him mercilessly.
Leng Qiufeng's figure flashed continuously, the gray mist condensed the blood-colored magic sword in his hand, and slashed it out head-on!
The explosive sound of the collision between demonic energy and jade directly triggered a fierce battle.
Shang Liancheng came back to his senses and shouted: "His body is temporarily imprisoned, let's do it quickly! As long as its energy is consumed, Fairy White can escape!"
After saying that, he took the lead in taking out the fairy pen and wrapping the ropes around the Demon Lord's Dharma body.
Ying Shaoguang folded his fan and waved it, and the shadow of the mountain peak appeared in mid-air and pressed over it.
Continuous attacks caused the dharma body's eyes to fluctuate. A cold light flashed in its eyes, its long sleeves swayed, and the magic light descended.
"Crack..." The phantom of the mountain peak was grabbed by the devil's palm, crushed lightly, and turned into nothingness again.
The rope formed by the fairy pen wrapped around it, and the magic mist swayed, and it was torn off.
On the contrary, Shang Shaoyang was hit by the counterattack and retreated continuously.
Ji Xingge opened his mouth and spit out a spiritual bead, which turned into bright rainbow light and blocked the attack of the Dharma body. When it touched the devil's palm, it suddenly turned into fire and burned.
It was at this moment that Ling Bufei moved. The Killing Sword flew out, one split into two, the two split into four, and in a blink of an eye they formed a mighty piece. Each piece was filled with azure light, reflecting in the mid-air.
"Go!" He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the dense flying swords shot towards the dharma body, and they were in front of him in an instant.
"Sect Master Ling, I'm here to help you!" Shang Shaoyang threw out the fairy brush again, and the ink drops intertwined and quickly formed a network.
This net was wrapped around the devil's palm, trying to exert its confinement power, but with a slight twist of the devil's palm, it was shattered and faced the sword array.
The sword light intersected with the demonic energy, causing the sword body to tremble and soon stopped moving.
Ji Xingge's fire spirit bead exploded again, giving the sword energy a helping hand.
At the right time, the folding fan unfolded, and a towering tree fell from the sky. The wind assisted the fire, and the wood assisted the fire. Together with the sword energy in the sky, it gave the Demon Lord a heavy blow.
The four of them didn't dare to relax at all, and they used all their skills and tricks without hesitation.
The magic circle they spent many years researching can only trap the Demon Lord for a short time. If they cannot take advantage of this time to defeat its body, there may be no hope for it when it escapes from the chain of imprisonment.
At the same time, under the stone pillar of Yinshan Mountain, Ning Yanzhi temporarily stopped after killing a demon.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Huo Chongxiao shouted to him.
Ning Yanzhi looked at the demon cultivators, then at Yuan Songqiao and others, and frowned: "Something's wrong, there are fewer people in the Wuji Sect."
"Isn't it just Sect Master Ling who has left? Brother Ying... the formation was broken earlier. Maybe he got stuck there and ran into trouble."
Ning Yanzhi stared at him for a while: "You really don't know?"
Huo Chongxiao shook his head with pure eyes.
Ning Yanzhi chose to believe him and said: "With Ying Shaoguang's strength, how can he not escape if the formation is broken? Ji Xingge is also missing. What good can happen if the three of them get together?"
"..."
Huo Chongxiao hadn't responded yet, but he heard Yang Xiangtian shouting over there: "Devil, where do you want to go? Stay alive!"