Just as everyone was struggling to hold on, a ball of golden light suddenly descended from the sky, and countless demon shadows turned into ashes and disappeared.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a green shirt walking out. He had a very peaceful aura, as if he was an ordinary person.

The person who came was none other than the old monster who lived in seclusion in the Northern Territory, Shang Xuan Mo Ye.

Demon Lord Long Yin frowned, looked at the mysterious man, and said with a vigilant look: "Who are you? How dare you ruin my good deeds?"

"Hehe... I am just a mayfly between heaven and earth."

Shangxuan Moye chuckled in response, then glanced at Daoyi in the distance, sighed and shook his head, and said helplessly: "This time I came here to take away the people of Zhenwu Dao Sect and repay a favor."

"I hope that Demon Lord Long Yin can give me some face."

Hearing this, Demon Lord Long Yin couldn't help but feel amused, and said coldly: "Selling you a face? How much is your face worth?"

Although he knew that Shangxuan Moye was not simple, he was a pseudo-god after all, and was currently the top combat force on the continent, so he was not afraid at all.

“Haha…really?”

Shang Xuan Mo Ye chuckled and shook his head, shrugging slightly.

Boom——

The aura on his body was like a mountain, transforming into a huge rune shadow, smashing towards the demons not far away.

Wherever the rune went, the magic light dissipated and the monsters screamed.

Seeing this, Demon Lord Long Yin shouted angrily: "How dare you hurt my people in front of me."

He formed seals with his hands, and a black magic light shot up into the sky, colliding violently with the rune shadow.

For a moment, the heaven and earth shook and the wind howled.

The magic light and the rune shadow were in a stalemate, and the aftermath of the energy spread around like a surging wave. Everyone was forced to retreat again and again by this force.

Demon Lord Long Yin had a gloomy expression on his face. He did not expect that this seemingly ordinary man in green clothes would have such strength.

"Hmph, you have some skills, but not enough to make me back down."

Demon Lord Long Yin clenched his teeth tightly and thought to himself.

However, despite his tough words, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, obviously feeling unprecedented pressure.

The demonic energy on his body was surging like raging waves, and the demonic light was becoming stronger and stronger, as if it would swallow up the entire space.

Faced with such powerful demonic energy, Shang Xuan Mo Ye's expression remained as calm as water.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and his movements were smooth and there was no sense of sluggishness.

As he moved, the shadow of the rune gradually emerged in his hand, emitting a dazzling light.

This light was like the scorching sun in the sky, instantly suppressing the powerful demonic light.

"Xuantian Curse Record."

Immediately afterwards, Shang Xuan Mo Ye let out a light shout, and the rune phantom, like a mountain crushing an egg, smashed towards the Demon Lord Long Yin with the force of thunder.

"This is the Flowing Cloud Talisman!"

Upon seeing this, Demon Lord Long Yin's expression suddenly changed and he screamed in shock.

He was obviously quite afraid of the Flowing Cloud Talisman and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He quickly performed a mysterious secret method.

His figure flashed like a ghost in an instant, and he avoided the attack of the rune shadow at an extremely strange angle.

Although this attack did not hit Demon Lord Long Yin directly, the powerful force still made him look miserable, and the demonic energy in his body was also shaken and scattered.

The two men stopped their actions at the same time and did not continue fighting. Instead, they stared at each other from a distance. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

"I repeat again, I owe Zhenwu Daozun a favor, and I must take everyone from Zhenwu Dao Sect away today."

"If Demon Lord Long Yin insists on having his own way, then it's okay for me to go to Xuan Mo Ye and give him a try."

There was some indignation in his tone, and his originally calm eyes suddenly flashed with light, as if the power of heaven had descended, making people dare not look directly at him.

"The Shangxuan clan?"

"You are the Prince Liuyun from thousands of years ago, Shangxuan Moye?!"

The pupils of Demon Lord Long Yin shrank, and his voice trembled.

Others may not understand the significance of the Shangxuan clan, but as the Demon Lord from a thousand years ago, he naturally understands it very well.

That's why they seem particularly shocked when they hear the other person's name.

"Oh? I didn't expect you actually knew me?"

Shang Xuan Mo Ye was also very surprised, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt relieved.

After all, he was born with a special vision and possessed divine eyes that could intimidate the nine heavens. He shocked many powerful beings in the divine world at that time, so it seemed normal that the other party knew about it.

"Since Crown Prince Mo Ye has asked for mercy, I will give him some face. You can leave now!"

Demon Lord Long Yin said sincerely

Daoyi and the others were also stunned. How could the Demon Lord, who was so arrogant just now, suddenly become so peaceful?

...............

Four days passed in a flash.

Ever since the Demon Clan returned to the world and destroyed the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, they have been entrenched in the Southern Region and dominated the area.

It’s not that there aren’t forces that want to get rid of the demons, but they are of little use, and those truly powerful forces are unwilling to take the risk.

Northern Territory.

"Big news, earth-shattering news!"

"The Lord of the Ten Thousand Monsters Palace in the Southern Region was killed in an explosion because he stole something. Not only did he die, but he also implicated several of his trusted subordinates and a large group of monsters."

"In terms of the leader of a force who died the most aggrieved death in history, the first one belongs to the Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace."

The inn was filled with noise and bustle. The chivalrous men of the Jianghu gathered in groups of three or five, talking loudly about the shocking news.

A waiter was busy moving between the tables and chairs, serving tea and water to the guests.

He accidentally overheard the conversation between these knights, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

"The person is already dead, you are still making up stories about him, is that really okay?"

The waiter sighed secretly.

However, just as he turned around and prepared to continue his work, a small piece of spirit stone suddenly flew in front of him like a meteor.

"Huh?"

The waiter looked up in surprise and saw a burly man standing in front of him. He asked curiously, "Waiter, do you know who the Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace they are talking about is?"

The waiter calmed himself down and thought that this might be a good opportunity to earn some extra money.

So, he put on a professional smile and replied, "Then you have found the right person, sir."

"The Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace was the leader of a force that died the most aggrieved death in history..."

This situation was evolving throughout the continent. For a time, the reputation of the demon clan was not even as great as that of the Palace Master of Ten Thousand Demons.

Yuan Tiangang stood on the top tile wall of the inn, looking at the surrounding scenery.

"It's only been a short time, and so many martial arts golden elixirs have emerged in the Northern Territory, and there are dozens more celestial beings!"

"I don't know. Is it because of their good aptitude or their spiritual energy?"

Yuan Tiangang sensed the aura of the Northern Territory cultivators and asked with some doubt: