The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 17 Entering the Demonic Realm

"Not enough inspiration?" Sect Leader Qingxuan muttered to himself, "How is that possible?"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader examined the medicinal potency of the pill and found that the outer layer had been completely exhausted, while there seemed to be something left in the inner layer, but it was not spiritual energy, and he could not mobilize it.

wrong.

That's not right.

The pupils of the Qingxuan Sect Leader suddenly contracted as he sensed something spreading in his dantian, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading along his meridians towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader wanted to stop it and force these things out of his body, but it was too late.

Something black, cold, and rotten had already flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness through his meridians.

The sea of ​​consciousness of the Qingxuan Sect Leader was a vast and empty world, with only a few wisps of breeze and a hazy gray sky.

A black aura seeped into this world, like an invisible tentacle, slowly wriggling in the darkness.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader sensed danger. His consciousness coalesced in his sea of ​​consciousness. Dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, his eyes flashed like lightning as he looked around, searching for traces of the black energy.

Then, Sect Leader Qingxuan saw a shadow spreading deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, like a black flower slowly blooming. The petals were countless tiny threads of demonic energy, each growing wildly and spreading in all directions.

"Demonic energy?" The Qingxuan Sect Leader's voice was icy: "A mere demon dares to intrude into my sea of ​​consciousness!"

With a slap of his hand, the Qingxuan Sect Leader transformed the gentle breeze in his sea of ​​consciousness into a whirlwind that swept towards the shadows.

Wherever the gale passed, the threads of demonic energy were scattered and annihilated, and the shadows struggled in the gale, emitting silent roars, before finally dissipating completely.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader snorted coldly. He had already understood that the Yuanqiao Golden Bright Pill refined by Yun Weiyang contained very little spiritual energy. This spiritual energy was just the outer shell; the true core was this ball of demonic energy. How could a demon appear during a perfectly normal advancement? This demon was clearly artificially refined and implanted into the pill.

The clouds are endless.

A strong killing intent surged in the heart of the Qingxuan Sect Leader. This seemingly gentle and polite true disciple from Xingxiu Sea was definitely a fake. He was a member of the demonic path and had come to destroy the Feixian Sect.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader took a deep breath, about to give up his advancement, forcibly stop his cultivation, and go to settle accounts with Yun Weiyang.

Then he saw more shadows.

One, two, four, eight... countless shadows emerged from the depths of Master Qingxuan's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into ferocious demons.

One head, ten heads, a hundred heads.

Countless Yin Demons covered the sky and turned the Qingxuan Sect Leader's sea of ​​consciousness into a dark ocean. Each Yin Demon had a distorted face, some like an infant, some like an old man, some like his dead son, and some like Zhi'er. They opened their blood-red mouths, revealing their white fangs, and let out piercing screams as they pounced on him.

"How is this possible..." Sect Leader Qingxuan's eyes were filled with terror: "Hundreds of Yin Demons..."

The Qingxuan Sect Leader fought desperately, striking out with one palm to shatter one Yin Demon, then striking out another, but his Dao Embryo was already weakening, his consciousness was becoming blurred, and his soul had not yet fully condensed into a Yin Spirit, making it impossible for him to deal with so many Yin Demons at the same time.

A demon broke through the Qingxuan Sect Leader's defenses and entered his soul.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader let out a painful roar.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

More and more demonic forces burrowed into the soul of Master Qingxuan, devouring his soul and corrupting his consciousness.

The eyes of the Qingxuan Sect Leader quickly turned bloodshot, veins bulged, and he made inhuman noises.

The demons gave Master Qingxuan no chance to breathe, transforming into layers of shadows that enveloped his consciousness, tightening and devouring it bit by bit like a cocoon.

Outside the quiet room, Zhou Heng and his three disciples stood guard at the door.

They heard a loud noise coming from the meditation room—the painful roar of their master, which could be clearly heard even through the thick stone walls and array.

The two men's expressions changed slightly.

"Master..." Zhou Heng stepped forward, wanting to open the door to the meditation room, but the array runes on the stone door flickered, repelling his hand.

"It can't be opened." Zhou Heng frowned deeply. "Master locked the formation from the inside."

The third disciple stood aside, saying nothing, but staring intently at the stone gate.

The roars grew weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely.

The quiet room fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Heng and his three disciples exchanged a glance, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts. They didn't know what had happened inside, but they knew that something must have happened to their master.

Just then, the array runes on the stone gate suddenly went out.

The stone gate slowly opened.

The two relaxed as the formation opened from the inside, indicating that their master was alright.

However, the one who emerged from the darkness of the meditation room was not the white-haired, kind and gentle master they knew.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his cheeks, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth. His movements were stiff, as if something was controlling his body, and every joint was making cracking sounds.

"Master?" Zhou Heng's voice trembled. "What's wrong?"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader did not answer. Instead, he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and let out a hoarse laugh.

Reaching out, a long sword gleaming with spiritual light flew out from the storage bag at the waist of the Qingxuan Sect Leader and landed in his hand. It was the Flying Immortal Sword, the treasure of the Flying Immortal Sect, a perfect-level magic weapon with a light blade and a sword light as soft as a feather.

The Flying Immortal Sword slashed down.

Before Zhou Heng could even react, the sword flashed and his body was cleaved in two, blood and internal organs splattering all over the ground.

Zhou Heng's eyes were still open, and a look of astonishment lingered on his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

The third disciple looked at his senior brother, who had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and his face turned deathly pale. He instinctively took out a shield from his storage bag. It was a magic weapon that he had bought at the market with all his savings. It could withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator in the Longevity Realm.

Holding up his shield, the third disciple turned and ran.

But the Flying Immortal Sword was too fast; its light caught up with the third disciple and, like a white lightning bolt, slashed across his waist.

The shield was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, as if it were made of paper.

The third disciple was cut in half at the waist. His upper body fell to the ground, and blood gushed from the cut, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. He was still conscious and could still see his master, who was holding a blood-dripping flying sword and staggering out of the meditation room.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader stood in the courtyard, his crimson eyes scanning the surroundings. He sensed the auras of dozens of Flying Immortal Sect disciples on the mountain with his divine sense, and then smiled.

Taking a step, Sect Leader Qingxuan walked towards the nearest aura.

An hour later, Yun Weiyang once again reached the summit of Qishan.

The protective array of the mountain has disappeared, and the pungent smell of blood continues to waft along the mountain wind, so thick that it feels like you could grab it with your hand. The clouds and mist on the mountain are stained pale red by the blood mist, and even the sunlight cannot penetrate it.