"This... How is this possible?"

The five elders of Linxian Dao Palace were dumbfounded. They all looked at the black-robed man in disbelief, with waves of shock in their hearts.

Linxian Dao Palace is the top force in the world of immortal cultivation, and as elders, they are naturally not weak.

The chief elder is in the early stage of the fusion period, and the other four elders are all at the peak of the distraction period!

With such a powerful combination, even a cultivator who has achieved great success in the fusion period has to avoid the sharp edge. Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, it should be an invincible existence.

Originally came with great ambitions, who would have thought that he would be subdued by this black-robed man so easily, and it was over before it even started.

Could it be that this black-robed man is... in the tribulation period?

Everyone took a deep breath, felt their limbs go cold, and their scalps go numb.

This is the Tribulation Stage!

Usually they are old monsters who stay away from the world!

The demons actually sent out Tribulation Stage cultivators. Are they going to stir up a bloody storm in the entire cultivation world? What are they going to do?

"What are you going to do?" The elder asked with a sullen face.

The black-robed man said coldly: "We just want to take back what belongs to us. I'll ask again! Where is the Demon-Falling Sword?"

Lin Mufeng said in a low voice: "I advise you to give up this idea. The Demon-Falling Sword is in the hands of someone you can't afford to offend."

"Hahaha, in the world of immortal cultivation, there is no one I can't afford to offend!" The black-robed man laughed wildly, "Besides, I work for Lord Mosha, even if the immortals from the sky come, I'm not afraid!"

"Lord Mosha?" The great elder sneered, "Even his real self is just an ant in front of that master."

"It's ridiculous!"

The black-robed man shook his head and looked at everyone with contempt, "It seems that your brains are a little unclear, why don't you let me help you wake up!"

He looked at Lin Mufeng, his eyes flashed red, raised his hand and waved, and Lin Mufeng's right arm was cut off and flew into the air.

"Haha, let's see how the master you mentioned can stop me from recalling the Demon-Falling Sword!"

The black-robed man smiled coldly and raised his palm towards the severed hand in the air. In the air, the severed hand was suspended in the air, and a wisp of black air was forced out of the severed hand.

Lin Mufeng's face turned pale. Seeing this scene, he immediately knew why the black-robed man came to him.

It turned out that when he used the Devil-Falling Sword to chop wood at the master's place, the aura of the Devil-Falling Sword remained in his body.

The black-robed man smiled, his eyes gleamed with brilliance, his hands moved the spell, and he uttered the word "summon"!

The next moment, the aura of the Devil-Falling Sword began to gather in a small black dot in Dragon City, which seemed extremely dense.

The courtyard.

Shrouded in a layer of silent night, the surroundings were silent, even without the sound of insects and birds.

It seemed that everything had fallen asleep.

At this moment, the Devil-Falling Sword, which had been lying quietly in the pile of firewood, trembled slightly, and stood up swayingly, as if someone had woken up from a beautiful dream, with a hint of resentment.

The dark sword slowly floated in the air, somersaulted a few times in the air, and rushed out of the courtyard and headed into the darkness.

The speed of the Demon-Falling Sword was extremely fast. In just half an hour, it arrived at the territory of Lingyun Fairy Pavilion.

"It's here!"

The black-robed man was delighted, and jokingly glanced at Lin Mufeng and others, and said with a smile: "It seems that the master you are talking about is not doing well. He hasn't shown up until now."

Lin Mufeng's face was pale, and blood was gushing from the wound. He moved his lips, but only let out a muffled groan.

The faces of the other five elders were also not very good. They looked at the Demon-Falling Sword suspended in the air, and their hearts became heavier and heavier.

Although the master can calculate everything, it is too difficult to predict everything without any omissions. This man in black robe is actually an accomplished monk. I am afraid that even the master did not expect this, and he has become the variable on the master's chessboard.

The five elders couldn't help but feel sad, "It's over, it's over, facing this kind of variable, we will probably become discarded pawns like the master."

"Looking at your expressions, you should accept your fate." The black-robed man smiled sinisterly, looking quite proud, "In the mere world of cultivating immortals, you actually dream of the arrival of a master, how foolish! Like a frog in a well, it makes people feel pitiful."

"Haha, you are the frog in the well! You can't imagine the horror of the master."

Lin Mufeng's eyes were red, and he said with a trace of reverence: "The master is playing games in the world, maybe we are just a chess piece he casually planted, but even if we become discarded pawns, you are not allowed to insult the master!"

Luo Huang also nodded, and said in a serious voice: "Yes! At least we have become the chess pieces of the master, we are proud!"

"There is no cure, the disease is incurable!"

The black-robed man shook his head, amused, "Being a pawn of this master is not as good as being a pawn of Lord Mosha? Now I will use your blood to sharpen the Demon-Slaying Sword!"

His black robe fluttered, and his whole body aura was condensed to the peak. He stretched out his hand towards the Demon-Slaying Sword and shouted: "Come on, sword!"

The wind was howling, and the black air was surging.

Everything seemed to be ready, except that the sword did not come.

The Demon-Slaying Sword was still suspended calmly in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing at the black-robed man, as if looking at him.

"Huh?" The black-robed man frowned and shouted again: "Demon-Slaying Sword, come!"

Buzz!

The calm Demon-Slaying Sword suddenly shone brilliantly, but what emanated from the dark sword was not black air but golden light!

The golden light was dazzling, illuminating the night sky!

A skeleton in a cassock slowly emerged from the Demon-Slaying Sword, bathed in the golden light, and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha."

"Sword of the Fallen Demon?" The man in black robe could hardly believe his eyes. His head was buzzing. He frowned and said, "Sword Demon, how did you become like this? You are obviously a skeleton, but why are you wearing clothes?"

The Sword Demon spoke slowly and sincerely, "I have been converted by my Buddha and converted to Buddhism."

"What is my Buddha? Why should I convert to him?" The black-robed man was stunned, his eyes gradually sinking, "Don't forget your roots!"

The sword demon was obviously a skeleton, but he actually showed a look of sorrow, and said loudly: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. All living beings are suffering. Donors have a connection with my Buddha, and they can convert to him."

The black-robed man's face was extremely gloomy, and black air rolled all over his body, gathering into a huge black skull. He said coldly: "Convert to you! It seems that you are also crazy. I can only take you away by force!"

"In that case." The sword demon raised his hands slightly, and the sorrow on his face disappeared abruptly. He said coldly: "How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert? Look at me, the great and powerful dragon, the Buddha Ksitigarbha, the Prajnaparamita Buddha, and the Prajnaparamita Paramakong!"