Ling Yungao quickly returned to the palace and waved off the guards.
He was already seriously injured, and he had just received that sneak attack again, so he needed to check his injuries quickly.
"You are too careless." The devil said dissatisfied, "I have already warned you, but you are still being plotted."
"Shut up!" Ling Yungao was in a bad mood and didn't want to listen to its lectures at all. "You are really powerful, why don't you take action?"
"..." The devil's tone softened, "Aren't I caring about you? The situation was not very good to begin with, and now an enemy of unknown origin appears inexplicably."
After hearing this, Ling Yungao felt even worse.
It was a leaky house and it rained all night. He was having a fight with Ling Bufei when suddenly another spy from the devil appeared.
"Speaking of which, aren't you the ancestor of the demon world? Why didn't you come forward to subdue the other party just now?"
The devil sighed: "We in the devil world don't have the virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young. Now that I am in trouble, I only have this wisp of devil soul left. It would be strange if the other party found out and didn't eat me. After all, an ancient devil like me
, it’s a good supplement for them!”
It thought ruefully that if it hadn't only had this wisp of demon soul, it wouldn't even be able to seize his body, and would have taken his body as its own.
Ling Yungao actually knew this truth. He just wasn't happy with the devil pointing his finger at it, so he stabbed it, then shut up and adjusted his breath.
The magic power moves slowly, flowing through the meridians, causing waves of pain.
Ling Yungao endured it, and as long as his Dantian was almost repaired, he would seal up all the magic power. He still had a use for this body, so he couldn't just transform it into a demon body. But not today. His injuries were too serious and he needed magic power to repair them.
, at least the strength must be restored to 70% to 80%.
With this thought in mind, he took another magic pill.
Looking at the magic elixir, he thought of Xing Zhi. Although Qiu Yinong was dead, she was useful, but it was a pity that Xing Zhi was wasted.
But he had no choice but to discover his secret. He refined these magic elixirs in a concealed manner, and hid various materials in the offerings of various families. Xing Zhi was smart enough to discover the clues.
If he successfully transformed into a demon cultivator that night, he might be able to save his life, and I could continue to use him with confidence. What a pity...
Ling Yungao thought idly for a while, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian. The needle that had been inserted suddenly turned into a powerful lethal force and stabbed into his limbs and bones.
"Ah!" Ling Yungao let out a cry of pain and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The needle turned into a long and thin thread, spread endlessly, stirred up the world in his Dantian, and then extended out from the meridians...
"Crack!" Something cracked.
"Your Dantian!" the devil exclaimed.
Ling Yungao found a crack in his Dantian, and soon, the demonic energy he had sealed spread throughout his body.
These demonic energies swirled in his meridians, invaded his bones, blood and limbs, and spread rapidly.
"Ah!" Ling Yungao screamed again, his eyes quickly turned red, and his whole body was soaked in demonic energy.
"No, if you can't control it anymore, your body will turn into a demon!" the devil reminded.
Of course Ling Yungao knows, but he just can't control it... Over the years, he has taken a lot of magic pills in order to quickly improve his cultivation. Usually, he forcibly suppresses the magic power deep in his dantian to maintain the normal state of his physical body -
- He is the leader of the Wuji Sect. This identity is both safe and dangerous. The demonic energy must not be leaked out, otherwise there will be so many god-forming elders in the sect who will die without a burial place once they are discovered.
The demonic energy had been suppressed for a long time and became even more violent. Now that it suddenly had a chance to break through, it wreaked havoc in his body.
Under the severe pain, the hesitant voice of the guard disciple came from outside the Zixiao Palace: "Sect Master, what's wrong with you?"
Don't let anyone discover it!
Ling Yungao suppressed it tightly and pretended to be calm: "It's okay. I'm healing my wounds. I'll be fine in a while. You just stay on your own."
The guarding disciple was obviously relieved and replied: "Yes."
In a short period of time, the demonic energy around Ling Yungao completely turned into demonic fluid, covering his body.
"It's no longer possible." The devil said sadly, "You can't hold it anymore."
No, he must suppress it! He cannot give up his identity as the leader of the Wuji Sect! He has worked hard for hundreds of years just for this identity. Should he give up like this and escape from the Wuji Sect?
Ling Yungao endured the severe pain, took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
He had already taken the magic pill just now, and two pills with completely different properties exploded in his body, causing pain to hit his whole body. Finally, he groaned and passed out.
…
It may have been a long time, or it may have been only a moment, before Ling Yun Gao Youyou woke up.
The devil's regretful voice sounded: "Your body has become demonized."
Ling Yungao lowered his head and saw layers of demonic energy escaping from his body. He struggled to stand up and saw his blood-stained pupils in the mirror.
Really magical.
He couldn't accept it for a moment and fell to the ground.
The Zixiao Palace was filled with flying demon liquid. If he hadn't prepared the magic circle in advance to seal it, the demonic energy would have surged into the sky, attracting the mountain guarding formation to attack.
"It's over." Ling Yungao had this thought in his mind.
With his body transformed into a demon, he could no longer hide his identity as a demon cultivator and could no longer be the leader of the Wuji Sect.
For hundreds of years, what he pursued became empty overnight.
What to do now? As long as he leaves the Zixiao Palace, he will become the enemy of the entire Wuji Sect!
"How about you go!" said the demon soul, "go to Minghe, hide in the Yin Mountains and practice for a hundred and eighty years. Once the demonic energy is stabilized, you can find a way to go to the demon world."
Going to the devil's world? He was lured into the devil's way, not just to be reduced to the devil's world and become a bereaved dog!
No, there must be a way...
Ling Yungao thought quickly, and finally had an idea.
"Who said I have to leave? I will not give up my position as the head of the Wuji Sect."
The devil watched him slowly sit up from the ground in surprise: "Do you have a solution?"
"That's the method you thought of." Ling Yungao said, "Get the demon sword, turn it into a demon body, and store the demon energy."
The devil hesitated: "But your body has..."
"What's this?" Ling Yungao downplayed, "I was injured by a magic sword before and was attacked by a sneak attack, so the magic energy broke out, causing my body to be infected by the magic energy and causing abnormalities. Is this easy to understand?"
"this……"
"The most important thing now is to get the magic sword, absorb the excess magic energy from my body, and maintain the appearance. No matter what, I can't look like a demon."
The devil was silent. Although this method was reluctant, it was indeed feasible. As long as Ling Yungao's appearance could be maintained, the Wuji Sect would not do anything to its sect leader casually. After all, he was injured through clear means.
Ling Yungao looked at the sky outside and thought in his mind: "The magic sword..."