The demon wanted to open the bronze cauldron, but as soon as he touched the red talisman on it, he was bounced away by a golden light, unable to get close to it.
However, he didn't give up. He circled around the cauldron a few times and tried several times, but he couldn't open it, so he looked at Yan Zhiliang again.
There was no emotion in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water. When Yan Zhiliang's eyes met his, he thought back to what his master said about the Heavenly Demon, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The so-called Demon Subduing Technique given by the sect couldn't deal with him at all. Just Now, he could only hide for a while by relying on his own Blood Essence. If this demon really didn't care about anything, not only would he die here, even his soul would be swallowed.
Just as he was thinking of a solution, the altar suddenly shook, and the Forbidden Tablet turned completely black. At the same time, the dozens of formation plates under the Pan Jun Gorge suddenly dimmed and fell into a dead silence.
Fu Mian let out a long breath. At this moment, he finally succeeded in refining the Forbidden Tablet. Although he had used up too much of his magic power and was a little weak, his expression revealed a sense of excitement, "Everyone, it's done. We can leave this place now."
The female cultivator said bitterly, "Sect Master, the sect's Demon Subduing Technique doesn't work, I'm afraid we can't leave."
Fu Mian was concentrated on refining the Restriction Tablet, and he'd completely handed the matter of guarding the tablet to his fellow disciples. Even his Heaven and Earth Seal technique was blocked by the Magic Treasure earlier, so he was completely unaware of the disturbance from the outside world. He couldn't help but be shocked when he heard these words, and he hurriedly sized up the surroundings. When he saw the devilish figure that floated by the side of the bronze cauldron, his eyelids twitched.
When he looked outside, he saw light flashing around the altar, and he couldn't see how many people were outside, so he knew that they were trapped here.
Although he wasn't good at planning, he could always come up with a countermeasure at every critical moment. Previously, he had led the people of his sect through dangerous situations several times. Now that he thought about it, he immediately had an idea and reminded, "Junior brother Yan, he wants the talisman in your hand. Quickly open the two bronze cauldrons and let the two demons out. Let him snatch it, we'll take this opportunity to retreat. "
However, Yan Zhiliang frowned and said, "There are still Yuxiao cultivators outside. This devil has devoured his own kind, so he might come after us again. At that time, there will be enemies in front and behind us. I'm afraid …"
Fu Mian interrupted him, "It doesn't matter. There is no need for the seven of us to stay together. We can just split up and retreat. It all depends on one's luck. "
Tang Daoist agreed, "Headmaster is right. If we split up and retreat, there is still a chance of survival. Now that the dozens of formation boards downstream have been destroyed, the Upper Sect will definitely intensify their attacks. Yuxiao is unable to split himself, even if he breaks out now, it is impossible for him to stop all of us."
Everyone carefully calculated. He felt that this was indeed the case.
Yan Zhiliang saw that the demonic shadow was eager to give it a try, as if it wanted to pounce over. He knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer. He took a deep breath and muttered, "Life or death, it all depends on luck."
He did not follow Fu Mian's instructions and directly opened the two cauldrons. Instead, he threw the talisman far away. It flew towards where the Yuxiao cultivators were.
The moment the demonic shadow saw it, it immediately abandoned them and flew into the sky, chasing after the talisman. The Yuxiao disciples didn't know what it was, they thought it was some powerful talisman. They didn't dare to receive it themselves, so they used the talisman on the priests to attack them.
This action obviously angered the true demon. Its body shook and suddenly split into dozens of groups, pouncing towards the person who attacked.
These Yuxiao disciples saw a third stage cultivator killed by this demon, they didn't dare to go against it. They all dodged to the side, instantly causing chaos.
Everyone saw this and their spirits were lifted.
Fu Mian's eyes lit up, he shouted, "This is a good chance! Everyone, after we get out of this place, we will reach Mount Ling Dang first. However, there is still some distance between us and Mount Lingdang. I will take my leave first. "He leaped into the air and transformed into a ray of light.
The remaining six people didn't hesitate at all, they all turned into light and flew in different directions.
Yan Zhiliang's light was faster, and the direction he went was coincidentally the weakest part of Yuxiao's defense, so he didn't meet much resistance and rushed out smoothly.
He took a look back and saw that four light rays didn't manage to escape in time and were intercepted halfway. After a few breaths, there was no more movement. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
But now wasn't the time to relax, not to mention one or two Yuxiao cultivators chasing behind him, even the true demon could catch up. Thus, he didn't look anymore, he raised his hand and a cloud of smoke rose up, throwing it towards a valley.
The true demon circled one round and took back the talisman, ignoring the Yuxiao disciples who fled in all directions, it flew back to the altar and landed in front of the bronze cauldron.
Because it absorbed the souls of many cultivators in one breath, its eyes actually had a hint of spirituality. It tossed the talisman in its hand, then blew a breath at it.
After a short while, the vermillion talisman on the cauldron gently floated down.
Now that it was free, the demon inside the cauldron naturally rushed out, but it didn't guard against its own kind spying on it. Before it could transform, it was swallowed by the watching true demon.
After swallowing one of its own kind, smoke floated out of its body, as if it couldn't condense into a shape. After a long while, it returned to its original form, then walked to the last bronze cauldron and did the same thing, swallowing the demon inside as well. This time, its figure only became slightly blurry before it stabilized.
The true demon didn't seem to have had enough. Its body moved like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the spirit cave.
At this moment, in another direction, Sima Quan was facing off against a Yuxiao elder named Xie Shao.
Both of them were apprehensive and wary of the other's divine abilities, so they didn't dare to act rashly.
After a long time, Sima Quan suddenly felt a warmth in his sleeve. His heart thumped, and he looked deeply at the other party. With a wave of his sleeve, he turned into a light ray and retreated with the ten people behind him.
Xie Shao's expression instantly relaxed, but his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.
Behind him, a clansman came up and said, "Martial Uncle, are we just going to let him go like that?"
Xie Shao said in a low voice, "Sima Quan's divine abilities aren't weak. It's best if he's willing to retreat. There's no need to provoke him anymore."
Sima Quan stopped at a distance and took out a bamboo tablet from his sleeve. Seeing that it was already charred black, he knew that the true demon had been released. He thought to himself, "The plan is complete, now it's up to Yuxiao to deal with it. If luck is on my side, we still have a chance of winning this time's fight for the spirit cave."
After the green-robed Taoist was scared off by the true demon, he flew east. After half an hour, he saw a hexagonal spell altar rising from the ground. It was thousands of feet tall, almost like a mountain. Dozens of miles were filled with formation flags, and there were flying boats and cloud rafts everywhere. At a glance, there were more than a thousand cultivators here.
When he came near, the patrolling people recognized him and immediately let him in. They landed in front of a flight of steps on the spell altar and said to a child, "Child, please report that Zhou Lian has an important matter to discuss with Altar Master."
Ever since Zhou Yong formed his cave, he rarely cared about the matters below him. Now, the person in charge was his fellow clansman, Zhou Ting.
The child clasped his hands at him and went up. Not long after, he turned back and said, "Senior Martial Brother, he wants you to go up and meet him."
Zhou Lian tidied his robes and stepped onto the high flight of steps. After a hundred or so steps, he reached the top. His gaze turned and saw a cultivator half-kneeling in front of the spell altar. He recognized him as an elder of the Wu Clan. They had met a few times and had exchanged greetings before. Just as he was surprised, he heard a voice say, "Wu Huan, you've lost the spell altar you were guarding, and you still have the face to come back and see me?"
Elder Daoren said, "Altar Master, there are only me and my junior martial brother guarding the spell altar. The person who came is a famous expert of the Bone Yin Sect, and we really can't beat him."
The voice said again, "Shut up! If others can guard it, why can't you? You didn't fight to the death and instead secretly ran back. Just this alone is enough to make you unforgivable. "
The elder seemed to want to explain something, but just as he opened his mouth and before he could say anything, his face showed shock, anger, and disbelief. After a while, a streak of blood appeared on his neck, and his head fell off. Soon after, a spiritual light came down and caught his original spirit.
The voice said, "Protect Elder Wu's original spirit well. After this battle, send him to reincarnate."
Zhou Lian was scared witless. His clan had also lost an altar, and if they were to talk about their sins, it was probably even heavier.
The voice said again, "Is Junior Martial Brother Zhou Lian here?"
Zhou Lian hurriedly said, "He's already here."
He walked up the steps anxiously. When he reached the top, he saw a cultivator in his thirties sitting on the platform. His eyes were like bright stars, his eyebrows were slender, and he had a thin beard. He was very handsome, and he recognized it was Zhou Ting. He raised his hand above his head and apologized, "Little brother lost the Panjun Spell Altar, please punish me, Senior Martial Brother." As he said this, he was about to kneel down.
Zhou Ting laughed heartily and personally walked down to support him. He said, "What sin did Junior Martial Brother commit?"
Zhou Lian was startled. He said, "That, that Panjun Gorge …"
Zhou Ting smiled. He looked left and right and said lightly, "Long before the spirit cave was opened, I had already predicted that Panjun Gorge would be the main target of the Devil Sect's attack, so I had already made another set of arrangements in the rear. It's fine if they don't come, but if they do, none of them will be able to escape. ‘
As he said this, he cupped his hands apologetically, "Because the arrangements were hidden, it's not easy for others to find out, so I didn't tell Junior Martial Brother. That's why the manpower on Panjun Gorge is slightly insufficient. This isn't Junior Martial Brother's fault, so Junior Martial Brother shouldn't blame me."
Zhou Lian couldn't tell whether Zhou Ting really had an arrangement or was it purely to absolve him. Since this matter was over, naturally it would be best. He sighed and said, "How would I dare to blame Senior Martial Brother, but it's a pity for Senior Martial Brother Zhou Yan."
Zhou Ting asked curiously, "What happened to Junior Martial Brother Zhou Yan?"
Zhou Lian said sadly, "He met with a troublesome opponent and died."
Zhou Ting's expression changed. He couldn't shirk responsibility for the death of a third stage realm cultivator in the clan. He said in a deep voice, "I wonder who he met with?"
Zhou Lian told him what happened in a low voice.
Zhou Ting couldn't help but frowned as he thought about the origin of that demon shadow.
Ever since he entered the Devil's Cave to suppress the demon head, the thousand year old true demon had not appeared in the world for more than ten thousand years. Although he had some guesses, he wasn't able to make a judgment in such a short amount of time. But if he were to report this to the Sect, it would show that he was too incompetent. After thinking for a long time, he laughed and said, "Why am I thinking so much about it? There's a secret treasure on my altar. As long as I guard this place well, I don't need to be afraid of anything."
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