After five thousand years, the demon's soul once again faced the Hengyue Sword, which he hated so much. The successor of Hengyue Sword, whose cultivation level was only at the foundation-building stage, was not afraid of his magic eyes and the art of confusing the mind. He faced the challenge head-on under tremendous pressure, holding the dazzling Hengyue Sword, and wished he could turn the area within dozens of miles into a thunder field covered with lightning threads. If it was his real body that was here today, this amount of thunder power would be just like a tickle to him and would pose no threat at all. But his real body was trapped under the seal and couldn't get out! God knows how many cultivators he devoured along the way to keep this tiny soul alive after it was forcibly sent out of the seal. However, before his soul could play even one tenth of its role, he had the misfortune of encountering this man and his sword, who seemed to be born to be able to defeat him! The Demon Lord's soul almost bit his back teeth off. He had thought about dying together with his soul, giving up this soul and dragging Zhou Ling to be buried with him. But the reality is that every time he made a move, he was blocked by the duo surnamed Long and Sheng. Shameless! These three people are so shameless! What about the fairness and justice in the hearts of these righteous monks? Three people bullied him alone. They were actually capable of doing such a thing of using the majority to bully the minority! ? But the situation is critical now, as if it is a matter of life and death, and there is no time to argue with them. After repeatedly attacking and failing to hurt Zhou Ling, the Demon Lord's soul finally saw the situation clearly. It was just that he was too arrogant before and did not let his subordinates follow him. He thought he could handle it alone. As a result, now he could not handle it alone and wanted to retreat, but found that there was no way out behind him. It's really a dilemma. However, just because he has no subordinates following him now doesn't mean he doesn't have any cards in his hand.
If he wants to get out of this situation smoothly, he has other ways. After all, it is not easy to send out a soul fragment, and it is not easy to keep it alive until now. Before he succeeds, or before his plan is fully implemented, this soul fragment of his must not be lost here! "You guys want to kill me today, do you want to take all the people of Xihai Sect with me to be buried with me?" An angry roar, mixed with the sound of bubbling sea water, reached everyone's ears. Zhou Ling subconsciously withdrew her hand. Long Aotian and Sheng Yuan were still on alert, ready to protect Zhou Ling at any time. "What do you mean?" Zhou Ling raised the tip of his sword and pointed it at him, the murderous intent in his eyes undiminished. The Demon Lord's soul sneered, raised his charred arm, and without caring about how much of the cloth on his body was burned to cover his body, he simply waved his sleeves in place. Demonic energy was overflowing, and even after he waved his hand, it was as if a projector appeared out of thin air, displaying a light curtain. The content displayed on this light curtain was exactly the current scene inside the Xihai Sect. However, every person who appeared in the picture had a very special mark faintly appearing on their forehead, emitting a strange red light. "Soul-Eating Seal!" Sheng Yuan was knowledgeable and recognized the very special mark at a glance. He shouted angrily, staring at the demon soul, his face full of anger. Such a sinister and despicable method can only be used by inhuman beasts like the demons! Sheng Yuan originally wanted to curse him, but then he thought better of it. Calling him a beast would be too easy for him. Even beasts can understand human nature. How could they do such a vicious thing! "Senior, what is the Soul Devouring Seal? Can it take the lives of those people in an instant?" Although Zhou Ling is very curious and absorbs new knowledge quickly, the world of immortal cultivation is vast and boundless, and has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. There is too much knowledge preserved during this period to be digested by her small curiosity. If she wants to understand all the knowledge thoroughly, she will have to spend more time. Asking questions when you encounter something you don’t understand is also a way to accumulate knowledge. "Yes, I have only seen this Soul Devouring Seal in the ancient books passed down by the ancient cultivators. Although their records of this are not very comprehensive, they can tell you a lot of key points. This kind of mark, as the name suggests, has the soul of the person planted with this mark imprisoned. If the other party wants to activate this seal, the soul of the person planted with the mark will be devoured in an instant, and the end is that the soul will be scattered." Although ancient cultivators have recorded such a vicious technique, they did not record the person who invented it. Although Sheng Yuan was very angry that the Demon Clan's soul would actually use this seal on all the Xihai Sect cultivators, he was actually more surprised. He was surprised that even in the information recorded by the ancient cultivators, there was no method to implement the Soul-Devouring Seal. So how did he know about this Demon Clan's soul? "Let me go, and I can spare their lives." Seeing that Zhou Ling seemed moved after hearing the answer, the demon soul took advantage of the situation and offered a fairly tempting condition. "You fart!"
Zhou Ling cursed very loudly, and the tip of the sword he raised never fell. He was filled with anger and became more murderous. "If I let you go, you will let them go? Who are you trying to fool? Do you want to wag your tail and beg for mercy, to ask for a way to survive, to make us give up this opportunity to wipe out the roots, and let the tiger go back to the mountains, so that you can regroup and fight again?" At this moment, Zhou Ling seemed to be possessed by Long Aotian, and his domineering posture was exactly like that of Long Aotian. They start cursing at the first sign of disagreement, and expose the other person's shortcomings, revealing all the dark sides and shameful thoughts of the other person. Although the Demon Lord's soul is only a fragment, it has the consciousness of the main body. In the previous era, he was at least a big boss of the demon clan who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Although there are more than a dozen Demon Lords in the demon world, they are in charge of different fields and can be regarded as the masters of one side. Being able to sit on the throne of the Demon Lord shows his wisdom and strength. After so many years and so many things, he thought he had trained his concentration. Unexpectedly, when he came in front of this little girl named Zhou Ling, he easily let her break his defense! Listening to her explaining her thoughts piece by piece, he felt an unprecedented sense of shame and anger rising to his head. If he had not been rational, the soul of the Demon Lord would have stepped forward to cover Zhou Ling's mouth! "Then tell me, what will it take for you to let me go?" Holding the chassis in his hands, even though the Demon Lord's soul was in a mess at this moment, he still straightened his back with determination. "How can you be so sure that I will care about the lives of those people in Xihai Sect and let you, a big scourge, go? You want to use this as a threat, why don't you find out in advance what kind of people they are in Xihai Sect, except for the former leader who has a good personal relationship with my master." Zhou Ling sneered, seemingly unconcerned. This was the first negotiation in her life. Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen a pig run. It doesn't matter that Zhou Ling has no experience. What's important is that she knows a little about psychological warfare, and that's enough. (End of this chapter)