Everyone here also threw spiritual energy at the old man, and the speed at which the evil energy gathered could not match the speed at which it dissipated.

The evil spirit in the old man gradually disappeared, and his body returned to its original size.

The old man's body softened and he knelt on the ground, his hands hanging down.

"Grandpa!" Ping An ran towards the old man. She had been crying for so long that she could no longer shed any tears.

The old man just knelt quietly, motionless.

"Peace! My peace..." Wuwuwu, the old man's cry came.

Ping An grabbed the old man's hand and cried: "Grandpa, I am Ping An."

The old man raised his head, and now only the white of his left eye remained.

"Peace, where is peace?"

He stretched out his hand and groped around in the air, but he couldn't find where peace was.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Peace is here."

The old man could neither see nor hear.

Song Shiyin sighed slightly, finally reaching this point.

The old man's broken body could not withstand the demonization many times, and maybe he would explode and die next time.

"I can't forget peace...I can't forget peace..." the old man kept repeating this sentence.

Everyone didn't know what to say for a moment.

The scene was very silent for a while.

I don't know what the old man thought. Suddenly, the demonic energy in his body surged. The old man's face was full of pain. He held his head in his hands, struggled continuously, and fell into madness.

"Stop him quickly! He will die if this continues!" Song Shiyin blurted out and shouted.

Before anyone could react, the sky darkened around them, demonic energy filled the air, and the old man kept roaring.

The wind was strong and the devilish sound penetrated his ears. Song Shiyin was so uncomfortable that he covered his ears.

But this sound sounded like a direct attack on the spiritual platform. Song Shiyin used "Spirit Shape" to protect his body on the surface, but in fact he deployed his own consciousness to resist the attack.

Among the people present, except for Song Shiyin, only Zhuo Guang's face remained normal and did not seem to be affected.

The wind got stronger and stronger, and the hem of Song Shiyin's clothes was blown high by the wind. The wind poured into her sleeves, causing the clothes to bulge.

The people's low cultivation level was obviously unable to deal with the demonized old man, and in the end the monster would break out of the body, and no one could withstand the impact at all.

Song Shiyin was worried. She had no way to directly deal with the monster because "it" was very sensitive to the devil's energy. Once she took action, she would definitely be suspected.

What can be done to avoid this crisis?

Under the influence of demonic energy, the spiritual energy in everyone's bodies was consumed very quickly.

After a while, Song Shiyin turned pale.

Du Yunxi reached out to touch his ears, which were a little cold. Under the constant stimulation of the sound, blood flowed from Du Yunxi's ears.

Tan Leshan was in a hurry. He wanted to cover his own ears and Xue Huanhuan's ears at the same time.

Sun Yao was not much better. Ping An was young and a mortal, so he simply could not withstand such a heavy demonic aura.

Peace has shed tears of blood.

At the critical moment, a sword flew from a distance. The blue spiritual power on the sword broke through the heavy evil energy and penetrated straight into the heart of the old man.

"Bold monster!" The person who came was wearing a purple robe, a jade crown on his head, a handsome face, and he looked to be in his thirties.

The old man roared, and with a little force, he squeezed out the spirit sword inserted into his body.

The spiritual sword flew out, and the man in purple stretched out his hand and held the spiritual sword in his hand. He tapped his toes lightly, rotated his body, and used sword techniques to fight with the old man.

The old man's attention was attracted, and the pressure on everyone suddenly decreased, giving them a chance to breathe.

Song Shiyin looked up.

"The first move of "Qingyuan Sword Technique"! Dragonfly touches the water!" The man in purple shouted, holding the spirit sword in his hand, he quickly changed his position, and slashed at the old man with each change of position.

The clothes on the old man's body were torn and full of bloody sword marks.

Under the attack of the man in purple clothes, the old man had no power to fight back. The demonic energy could not affect the man in purple clothes, and his magic sound had no effect on the man in purple clothes.

This man in purple clothes should have Nascent Soul cultivation level.

After a while, the old man was defeated.

Everyone wanted to come forward and communicate with the old man.

"No! Go back quickly!" The man in purple shouted, and then walked back quickly.

When everyone heard this, they quickly backed away.

All the surrounding demonic energy rushed toward the old man, and the demonic energy enveloped the old man, forming a huge black cocoon.

The demonic energy circulates around the black cocoon, flowing left and right, like maggots moving from pupa to pupa.

The explosion sounded like a bloody rain.

The black cocoon burst open from the inside, leaving only fragments of the old man's clothes scattered in the air.

What replaced it was a dark monster.

The monster stared at the man in purple in front of him. It shook up and down quickly, and then it also grew a face, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

The man in purple clothes was a little frightened, and he tightened his grip on the spiritual sword in his hand.

Song Shiyin was also surprised that the monsters here were different from those in Qian Honghai.

Monsters began to imitate people.

"What kind of monster is this?" Bian Tingyu murmured.

Sun Yao was also frightened. He stared at his eyes and opened his mouth for a long time.

The monster's eyes turned left and right, and it saw Sun Yao.

Then its eyes widened and its mouth opened, showing a surprised expression.

Sun Yao was so frightened that he kept retreating, and the monster also retreated again and again.

"What on earth is this? Why is he imitating us?" Tan Leshan asked.

"The reason why he was born from demonic energy is unknown and needs to be reported to the sect as soon as possible." Wen Xu frowned, his face looked very bad.

He took out the disciple order from his storage bag and immediately sent a spiritual message to his master, Master Jingshan.

This monster also wanted to imitate Wensu, but it couldn't take out the disciple's order from the storage bag.

So he first transformed himself into hands and feet.

Soon, something almost identical to Wenxi appeared. The only difference was that Wenxi was the body and the monster was the devil's energy.

This scene is so weird.

Everyone slowly backed away.

"Monster! Show your true form! Don't play such boring tricks!" The man in purple pointed his sword at the monster.

The monster also transformed into a long sword.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" The man in purple felt that the monster was provoking him. He was very angry, raised the tip of his sword, and rushed forward.

The man in purple swung his sword, and the monster also swung his sword. The man in purple jumped up, and the monster also jumped up.

As if he was fighting with himself, the man in purple became even more angry.

He became more and more skillful in his attacks, and the monsters imitated him.

For a moment, the man in purple was knocked back by the monster's sword. He staggered a few steps and his face turned ugly.

Wen Xu saw that the man in purple was outmatched and wanted to step forward to help him.

"Back off! I just need to save my own life." The man in purple said coldly.

"Don't you love learning? Then can you learn this too?" The man in purple snorted coldly and took out a magic weapon from his storage bag.

"You should feel honored to be the first to feel the power of the Wind and Rain Umbrella."

The man in purple threw the Wind and Rain Spiritual Umbrella into the sky. The umbrella suddenly grew in size and covered the sky above the monster.

Losing the light, the monster looked up slightly. It also wanted to imitate the man in purple and put an umbrella on his head.

But after all, it didn't have time. It started to rain from the spiritual umbrella, and every drop was formed by spiritual power.

The monster standing under the umbrella was drenched, and the demonic energy on its body began to dissipate.

The monster was in pain and screamed with a harsh voice.

"Shut your mouth!" The man in purple threw a ball of spiritual energy and hit the monster's open mouth.

The monster's body twisted and trembled crazily. Its body slowly shrank and returned to the appearance it had just emerged from the black cocoon.

"Don't even think about coming out to harm anyone again!" The wind and rain umbrella spun quickly, and the rain fell faster and harder.
To be continued...