He suddenly emerged from the spatial rift. Rong Yu was still holding Feng Yuan in one hand. Seeing the person fall out, he quickly caught him. The bloodlust in his eyes faded, and his powerful true essence flowed from their palms, which were pressed together.
Once the pain subsided, Geng Qi immediately straightened up and said, "I'm fine."
His reaction was extremely fast; to others, it seemed as if the Demon Lord had simply rushed out of the spatial rift and Ling Yuan Zhenren had gone to meet him.
Now is the time to not show weakness!
A moment later, Saint Zhifeng also appeared in front of the several Void Rejuvenation Ancestors. He was dressed in spotless white robes with delicate bamboo patterns on the edges of his robes, but there was still lingering anger between his brows.
Geng Qi lowered his eyes and raised his hand, holding the phoenix in his palm. The shock to his soul had subsided, and the phoenix spirit was still in his body. However, whether human or demon, a person usually only has one soul. Just now, in that void, the phoenix spirit was pulled out of his body, as if someone was forcibly stripping his soul away!
Does he possess two divine souls?
Before they could fully comprehend what was happening, a deafening roar erupted from the Yi Ling Sect below, sending powerful spiritual waves rippled outwards. Amidst the verdant landscape, blood mist splattered, and the screams of cultivators and the fierce shouts of Yi Ling Sect members filled the air. One could imagine the brutal battle raging within the Yi Ling Sect, enveloped in spiritual light.
People kept arriving from the horizon, almost filling the sky above Yi Ling Sect. Countless cultivators gathered here, distorting space and disrupting the five elements. What covered the entire sky was no longer the previous sea of fire, but sect cultivators driven by desire and blinded by greed.
A dark figure shot out from the direction of the Lan Valley Gate, landing behind Saint Zhifeng, its eyes bloodshot as it glared angrily at the red-clad man opposite it.
"Your Excellency!"
A white shadow streaked through the air; the young man, a step too slow, caught up and stood beside Geng Qi: "The Lan Valley Sect is destroyed, but..."
Qinghan glanced at a person who had fled here in a sorry state, bearing the face of "Yin Cong," which was filled with resentment.
Following Qing Han, elders from various demonic races who had besieged Langu Gate arrived one after another, forming a dense, dark mass that completely blocked the sky above Yiling Gate.
Geng Qi asked, "Where is Mu Shan?"
Qinghan was taken aback, then replied, "I met Yin Huai at Langu Gate."
With his gaze fixed on Saint Zhifeng, Geng Qi said in a deep voice, "Take them away."
"yes."
The demon race, full of high spirits, swooped down. The Yi Ling Sect members in the green forest felt a chill in their hearts, assuming that they too had come for the Yi Ling Sect's "inheritance." In their despair, the demon race members who had been shouting and charging down suddenly changed their target and attacked the cultivators who were closing in.
The moment of stunned silence was fleeting; everyone acted simultaneously.
Within the Yi Ling Sect, demons danced wildly, their eyes bloodshot with rage. Most reverted to their original forms, turning a contest between cultivators into a battle between humans and demonic beasts, birds of prey. Even the Yi Ling Sect members no longer concealed themselves, their vines intertwining to form cages, trapping several cultivators before the demons would strike and kill them.
The cultivators' complete advantage was quickly reversed to a disadvantage due to the entry of the demon realm. They suffered heavy casualties in a short period of time, but no one gave up, simply because they could feel an inexhaustible supply of spiritual energy just by being there!
Geng Qi even saw several familiar faces, weaving and killing among the demons. The blood energy of the dead condensed into a cloud that gathered in mid-air, and purple flames transformed into sharp blades that shot directly at the blood mist, dispersing only to coalesce again.
"You want Yilingmen to become the second Kaopanshan?"
A sharp gaze fell upon Saint Zhifeng, whose eyes were now devoid of pity, filled only with emptiness: "They don't have to die."
Geng Qi said, "You want to exchange my life for it?"
The Sage Zhifeng remained silent.
"Why waste words with a demon? Kill him and the spoils will naturally be ours!"
Suddenly, a sound of air being torn apart was heard, and a flash of silver light appeared before his eyes. Rong Yu made his move, and two kinds of spiritual power exploded in the middle. Geng Qi raised his eyes to look at the person hiding at the back and noticed the traces of demonic energy seeping out of the spiritual power he used to launch the sneak attack. His eyes narrowed slightly.
It wasn't just the Supreme Elder of the Langgu Sect; all these Void Rejuvenation Ancestors possessed the aura of demons. Their old wounds from a hundred years ago were difficult to heal, and even a century of seclusion had not brought them back to health. Coincidentally, the ancestors of various sects emerged from seclusion at the same time, their bodies undergoing demonic transformation, and they all gathered outside the Yiling Sect…
Where did the demonic energy that helped them heal come from?
Has there really been a traitor in the Demon Realm?
He suddenly raised his hand, formed a palm seal, and attacked the person on the far side. Saint Zhifeng did not stop him, and the others could not help in time. The person's pupils shrank, and he hastily responded. His demonic energy surged and could no longer be concealed.
Geng Qi felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought!"
"Who exactly are you?"
No one responded. The surrounding air had solidified into a vortex. Rong Yu pulled the person around the waist, dodging the falling ice spikes. He released the Drunken Shadow Sword and struck the person standing opposite him with his hands behind his back.
Saint Zhifeng raised his hand to catch the sword light and said in a low voice, "Form the formation!"
Several people behind him acted simultaneously, and the small vortexes around them instantly expanded. Each person guarded one side, trapping the Demon Lord within them.
Geng Qi, still leaning against Rong Yu's chest, said, "He's from the Demon Realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the formation was complete. The surging storm cut through the sword light. When the sword light shattered, the Drunken Shadow returned to its sheath, and the Sage of Zhifeng withdrew his hand.
The trap had already been set up; now that it's been activated, it's too late to stop it.
A cold wind howled, and Rong Yu held the person in his arms, looking directly at the sect leader who had raised him. Yan Lie had been in the Tianzhi Sect for hundreds of years. He was not a demon, nor had he ever become a demon, so he was definitely not a person from the demon realm.
The only possibility is that this person is not Yan Lie!
This person began his scheme a hundred years ago. In the battle of Kaopan Mountain, the righteous path was severely damaged, and even the Sage Zhifeng could not escape. Rong Yu remembered that when the sect leader brought him back to the sect, he was not seriously injured. Even back then, he was no longer the same person he used to be!
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