After becoming the main control group of cultivating immortals, I quit

Then he saw the silver-white giant sword, and his voice got stuck in his throat.

Lingdu's eyes froze and fell on the sword, "This sword does have spiritual energy, which can be compared with Qingyuan's sword. Is there another genius refiner in the world of cultivation?"

Qingyuan's sword is still sealed deep in the Devil's Stream. The sword spirit is sleeping, and I don't know if it can wake up.

He was the only conscious demon in such a huge demon stream, so he was really lonely.

Qin Yang stood in the air, recalled the broken sword, and cut off the entangled magic dragon on Ji Changyue's body, and then cut off the one on Ji Changan's body.

"Chang'an." Ji Changyue endured the pain and gave Ji Changan the elixir.

Ji Changan swallowed the blood in his mouth and smiled, "Sister, I'm fine."

As he spoke, drops of blood dripped from his sleeves and stained the ground.

Ji Changyue held him down, took out a handful of elixirs, and said, "Take it yourself."

After Ji Changan was settled, Ji Changyue stuffed Qin Yang with another handful of pills.

Qin Yang blocked it, "I don't need it now, you stand behind me."

Yunmu had already come to them. Ji Changyue didn't bother to hide and asked for help: "Senior, help us!"

Yunmu nodded and turned to face Lingdu. Seeing the demonic energy around him soaring into the sky, he frowned and said, "Are you the master of the demonic stream?"

He looked at the other person, but the more he looked at him, the more frightened he became. He couldn't see through the other person's cultivation level.

Although he couldn't see through it, he could vaguely sense in his heart that the other party's cultivation level must be better than Zi Yu's.

"A member of the Yunshang Immortal Sect?"

Lingdu's gaze stopped at the cloud patterns on Yunmu's clothes and asked an explosive question, "Your little broken sect hasn't been disbanded yet?"

"..."

Ji Changyue heard the sound of gnashing teeth.

They also have disciples from the Yunshang Immortal Sect.

Looking at Yun Mu again, his face was not good-looking, but he quickly adjusted his expression and said, "How do you know about our sect?"

There is a demon in the secret realm, and this demon also knows about the Yunshang Immortal Sect. Are they local?
Lingdu's expression suddenly changed, "It has nothing to do with you, little old man. If you ask me again, I will kill you too."

Yunmu, a middle-aged male cultivator who was quite handsome, was called a little old man by a demon. Everyone twitched their lips and lowered their heads.

Don't laugh, this is the benefactor who can save them.

Yunmu held it back and complained in his heart, why Lei Ze hadn't come yet? He could take action when he came.

Lei Ze was also very fast and appeared immediately after he complained.

When his teammates arrived, Yunmu became a little more angry and said, "We have no grievances. These disciples just entered this place by mistake. Please let the Lord of the Demon Stream let them go."

After observation, most of the disciples here are Jindan, and some are disciples of their own sects.

When he came to save people, of course he wanted to save his own disciples.

Except for Qin Yang and his disciples, everyone else is incidental.

Ji Changyue was within that incidental range.

Lingdu seemed to have heard a joke, his eyes darkened, "The Yunshang Immortal Sect was disbanded in disgrace, but the people in the sect are having trouble with their brains."

"Ten thousand years ago, no one would have dared to ask me to release people from Lingdu."

Except Qingyuan.

That old boy Qingyuan, it hurts too much to hit someone.

"Lingdu..."

Yunmu felt that this name was inexplicably familiar, and he was ready to recall it in his mind, but he couldn't remember it.

Lei Ze said in a deep voice, "Ten thousand years ago, the lord of Longyin, the deputy city of the demon world, was Lingdu."

Yes, it is mentioned in the sect chronicles that when the Yunshang Immortal Sect was in its infancy, it offended the Lord of Longyin City and almost led the demons to destroy the sect.

It's actually the Lord of Longyin City. Isn't he already dead?
"Do you know who I am?" Lingdu moved his wrist, "Being a clear person will give you an advantage."

"There is no precedent for people who enter the Demonic Stream to come out alive."

"Then let's give it a try and see if we have this ability."

After saying this, Lei Ze swung the sledgehammer, and the shadow of the sledgehammer grew larger, shrouding Lingdu's figure underneath.

Yunmu also immediately joined the battle.Lingdu stretched out his hand, demonic aura surging, lifting up his hanging hair, "Let's take a look."

Everyone immediately retreated, fearing that it would affect them.

It's not that they were unwilling to help, but that those flying sand and rocks were killed by the aftermath before they even got close.

Mo Qing came over from nowhere, "Let's take this opportunity to rescue them."

Ji Changyue said: "Palace Master Ziyu..."

"He's gone." Mo Qing said quickly, "He left in a hurry just now. We don't know where he went. He just gave us a chance."

Ji Changyue looked up, and sure enough, the white figure was gone.

Good timing indeed.

Qin Yang said to Ji Changyue, "Follow me closely and find an exit later."

"it is good."

Ji Changyue agreed. Yunmu and the others didn't have to worry. Since they dared to take the initiative, they had a plan in mind.

When Shi Yu saw them coming, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mo Qing, it's true that even the King of Hell didn't take your life away from you. You didn't fall to death even when you were so high."

Mo Qing was feeding the pills one by one. Hearing this, he kicked the person who spoke, "You are expecting me to die, right?"

Bai Yin took a breath of cold air, "Mo Qing, you are so cruel! You kicked my wound! I just told you, are you okay?!"

"Who told you to be a bitch?"

Mo Qing didn't look back, Bai Yin whined in pain, as if he was about to die.

Unable to stand him, Mo Qing stuffed him with a painkiller pill, "Stop screaming."

"Come on, you could have cared so much about me earlier."

Bai Yin swallowed the elixir, and his complexion recovered a lot. He stopped playing around with Mo Qing and said seriously, "Palace Master Ziyu went to the inner hall. There is something strange inside."

"Inner Temple? Is there something else in the Demonic Stream? Is that what he wants?"

Mo Qing raised his own question.

Soon, his question was answered.

There was a rumble, the sound of a house collapsing, and the buzz of a sharp blade breaking open, and something unknown flew out.

Mo Qing opened his mouth, "Ziyu Palace is still so fierce that he demolished other people's houses."

Shi Yu held his forehead and said, "That's a sword."

Two figures were chasing behind the sword. The one in front was the white-clothed Palace Master Ziyu, and behind was... Shi Yu was slightly startled, "It's her."

Lu Qiling stared at Su Yuan with her eyes, speeding up, with a trace of unnoticeable unwillingness in her eyes.

She almost signed a contract with Suyuan. If this person hadn't broken in later, Suyuan would have been hers now.

Lingdu, who was fighting Yunmu and Lei Ze, pulled away with a sinister look in his eyes, "Well done to you for making the tiger leave the mountain."

Passing by the cloud trees, he shouted softly, "Suyuan, come back."

The Suyuan sword buzzed uncontrollably and flew through the air.

Ling Du took the opportunity and directly trapped it with demonic energy.

Suyuan went crazy, and without caring about anyone, he slashed at Lingdu with one sword.

Lingdu paused for a moment, Suyuan seized the gap and quickly passed him.

Lu Qiling bit her lip and took out a drop of blood from her eyebrow. The blood droplet floated in the air. She turned her hands over and a golden light flashed.

The flying Suyuan stopped, and at the same time a golden thread wrapped around its sword body.

Lu Qiling was overjoyed, reciting the magic formula in his mouth, holding his fingers together and focusing on Su Yuan.

"Heavenly curse, return!"

As her voice fell, Suyuan slowly moved towards her.

Ziyu's white clothes fluttered and he grasped the hilt of the sword in an instant.

"Suyuan, return to me."