The cultivator who was struggling to support looked at the person who appeared in front of the gray dead aura at the same time.

When he saw the person coming, Yan Zhao said incredulously, "Di Ying?"

Looking at the looming figure in the dead aura, Yan Zhao instantly understood the identity of the other party, it was the master of the demon who was once suppressed by the ancestors of Brahma in the depths of the Demon Abyss.

The Primordial Saints present were not stupid, and they quickly understood the identity of the Demon Lord.

The ancestors of the Yuan Shengjing people, headed by the Lord of the Holy Martial Hall, looked at the figure appearing in the dead aura with disbelief. How did you not feel the terrifying power on the other side?

They originally thought that the Lord of Demons was nothing to worry about, and it was Brahma Yin who needed to be afraid, but they didn't expect the Lord of Demons to be so powerful. The aura emanating from his body is no worse than that of the Half-Step Immortal Realm, and even more terrifying because of the death energy that devours life.

The Lord of the Holy Martial Hall suddenly understood why she mentioned the Demon Lord and Fan Yin when she was celebrating her promotion to the Yuan Saint Realm that day, and even because they disapproved of the Demon Lord at the time, what was the look on her face? So weird.

Compared to Brahma, who dare not do anything in the lower realm, the Demon Lord is the most terrifying.

But who knew that the Demon Lord who was suppressed by Van Yin would have such a terrifying power?

"Di Ying, what are you doing?" Yan Zhao shouted in shock and anger.

Seeing Di Ying appearing here, Yan Zhao instantly understood that the Demon Lord would suddenly break through the seal, and it must be related to her, otherwise, with the seal of the ancestors of Brahma, it would be impossible for the Demon Lord to be born.

Looking at the death qi that had enveloped the depths of the entire Demon Abyss, Yan Zhao was heartbroken.

The Lord of Demons was born, and he devoured a lot of life. don't know how many demons were swallowed by death and turned into mummified corpses.

Di Ying ignored the cultivators around her and looked at the people standing in death with her eyes reverently.

Yan Zhao finally swiped his palm unbearably, and a dragon roared towards Di Ying.

However, Di Ying ignored it, she maintained a respectful kneeling posture, a water curtain appeared, blocked the dragon, and dissolved it.

"Di Ying!"

The group of Primordial Saint Realm demons couldn't bear it either.

In an instant, they understood why the Demon Lord was here. It must be that when Patriarch Brahma dealt with Wen Qiao, Di Ying took advantage of it to break the seal set by Patriarch Brahma.

They were shocked and angry in their hearts. They wanted to kill Di Ying, and they hated Di Ying's wolf ambition. The ancestors were so tolerant to her and allowed her to heal her wounds in the magic palace as an intermediary, but she kept on doing it again and again. To provoke the majesty of the ancestors, even these monsters are released.

"Di Ying, how dare you take advantage of the ancestor's lack of time to distract and release such monsters, and when the ancestor returns, he will definitely ask you about your sins!"

The demons who were sternly held accountable were suddenly knocked into the air by a water dragon that gathered thousands of water intentions.

Di Ying stood up slowly, her eyes like water looked at the group of practitioners who were struggling to support her, and said gently: "He is not a monster! He is Lord Yan Yi, and the lord of the Demon Race. In the future Will lead the demons to return to the demon world and become the master of the three worlds!"

"He's the Demon King?!!" Pangu Hall Master screamed in horror.

Di Ying glanced contemptuously at the group of people from Yuansheng who were automatically sent to the door, "Master Yan Yi is indeed the king of the devil world!"

This is a disguised acknowledgement of the identity of the Demon Lord.

The group of people's expressions changed greatly, their mood was unstable, and they almost couldn't suppress the spread of death.

The group of demons also looked at each other in dismay, but they were much more rational, Yan Zhao said solemnly: "Di Ying, don't talk nonsense, the master of demons is just a monster resurrected from the dead, neither human nor ghost nor devil, how can Can you be the lord of the Demon Race?"

Di Ying was not angry, and looked at the figure in the dead air reverently, and a voice like water resounded in all directions: "So, our mission is to resurrect Mr. Yan Yi."

"resurrection?"

"Yes, as long as there is enough vitality, Lord Yan Yi can be resurrected."

These words made some demons' minds float.

Di Ying seemed to notice something and smiled slowly.

Her eyes swept across the demons present, and said proudly: "This deity is Ying Yin, the Demon Lord Ying Yin 50,000 years ago, presumably the demons present should know this name!"

Sure enough, after hearing this, some demons were shocked: "Yingyin? Are you the ancestor of Yingyin, one of the five demons?"

Di Ying looked at them arrogantly. Although she didn't answer, many demons already believed her identity.

I can't complain that the ancestor of Brahma would allow an unrelated person to enter the magic palace, and was extremely tolerant of her. If she was the ancestor of Yingyin, one of the five demons of the year, all this would make sense.

The demons once again looked at the figure in the dead aura. The gray dead aura was condensed around him, gradually forming a gray cocoon. Whenever the dead energy and vitality entered his body at the same time, his aura became stronger. .

Some demons couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor Ying Yin, how can I resurrect the Lord?"

Hearing this, the hearts of the ancestors who were in the Primordial Saint Realm instantly fell to the bottom of the valley.

Although they were dubious about Di Ying's words, the aura of the Demon Lord was undoubtedly powerful. If he was so powerful that he could even destroy the Demon Sealing Heaven, how many innocent souls would die tragically.

"The fastest way is to sacrifice alive!" Di Ying said in a loud voice, "The best choice for sacrifice is human cultivation. Among the three clans, human cultivation has a very strong vitality. If you let death devour them, Lord Yan Yi will be able to recover to his peak."

The faces of Pangu Hall Master and others became more and more ugly.

Just when all the demons were silent, Yan Zhao suddenly said: "What if you are the ancestor of Ying Yin? The ancestor of Ying Yin has already fallen, and the current strong man in Mo Yuan is the ancestor of Fan Yin, and the ancestor definitely does not agree with this. A monster that requires a live sacrifice to resurrect!"

"Shut up!" Di Ying snorted coldly, her icy eyes locked on Yan Zhao, "Yan Zhao, don't forget who gave you your surname!"

Yan Zhao opened his mouth, and his voice was dry, "It's the Lord..."

"Yan Yi is the venerable lord!" Di Ying said, "The venerable lord gave you a family of Yan surnames with his own surname back then. I never imagined that after 50,000 years, your Yan family would not recognize the venerable lord!"

Yan Zhao subconsciously said: "This deity does not deny the lord, but the lord has already fallen..."

"He will be resurrected!" Di Ying interrupted him, swearing.

When these words fell, except for Yan Zhao's pale face, the rest of the demons had been shaken. After all, the ancestor of Fan Yin had been sitting in the depths of the demon for so many years, and he kept telling them about the lord Yan Yi 50,000 years ago. thing.

It is said that if Yan Yi hadn't suddenly fallen, the demons in the Demon Sealing Heaven Domain would definitely be able to return to the Demon Realm and make the Demon Realm the Lord of the Three Realms.

It's just that they didn't know that the master of the demon who was suppressed by the ancestors of Fan Yin turned out to be the former master Yan Yi.

Hall Master Pangu and the others, who saw the faltering of this group of demons, just wanted to scold these stupid demons, but they really believed Di Ying's nonsense. Could it be that this group of demons really wanted to live with their cultivation? Can't sacrifice to the Lord of Demons?

Looking at the Demon Lord, who was breathing in death energy and vitality, as the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, they all screamed badly in their hearts.

I don't know where the ancestors of Brahma Yin and Wen Qiao hit and whether they can come back. Now, only those two can stop this. Of course, they were more worried about whether the ancestors of Fan Yin would be shaken, and they also wanted to resurrect the Demon Lord.

Just when they were in a hurry, a group of people from the Primordial Saint Realm ripped apart the space and came over.

Finally, all the ancestors of the Yuansheng realm in the Demon Sealing Heaven were concentrated here.

However, when the Pangu Palace Master and others saw them, they became even more desperate. These people were not enough for the Demon Lord to swallow them up. What was the use?

When the ancestors who just arrived at the Yuansheng Realm saw the situation above the Demon Abyss, they were also startled and lost their voices: "What is that?"

In the layers of gray fog, there was actually a huge gray cocoon. There seemed to be a person in the gray cocoon, and that person's breath was very strong and evil.

"It's the Lord of Demons!" The Lord of the Holy Martial Hall said with a sullen face, "Come and help, you must not let this deadly aura spread outward..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was attacked.

The person who attacked the Lord of the Holy Martial Hall was a demon from the Yuansheng Realm. The other party's eyes flickered, and he had obviously listened to Di Ying's words. He wanted to make this group of people from the Yuansheng Realm who were automatically sent to the door to live sacrifice to the Demon Lord and bring him back to life.

Hall Master Pangu jumped in anger, and hurriedly greeted his companions: "Be careful, don't let the deadly aura spread here! Also, this group of demons wants to take me to live sacrifice, you must not be sacrificed... …”

Hearing this, the cultivators who had just arrived in the Yuansheng realm quickly stepped forward to protect their companions, and at the same time helped to control the spread of death qi.

Seeing that the death energy was controlled again, Di Ying's eyes slammed, and she flew up, raising thousands of water intents to attack this group of Primordial Sacred Realm.

A group of Yuan Shengjing finally couldn't help but fight, vigorously, and Mo Yuan was completely destroyed.

With the destruction of Moyuan, the entire Demon Sealing Heavenly Domain shook, and finally even the ancestors of the Primordial Saint Realm of Ghost Cultivation were attracted.

The nearby practitioners felt the movement of Mo Yuan, and they rushed over to check. When they saw that the once prosperous Mo Yuan had turned into ruins, they were all horrified.

What terrified them even more was the gray death aura rising into the sky in the depths of the Demon Abyss.

Seeing this group of ghost cultivators appear, Hall Master Pangu hurriedly explained the situation to them, hoping to get their help. After all, it was a matter of life and death in the Demon Sealing Heaven. The vitality of the ghost, even the ghost repair can not please.

The ghost repair ancestor looked stunned. After all, he didn't want to see the Demon Sealing Heaven Domain destroyed, so he decided to come and help.

Just as the ancestors of ghost repairs started to move, suddenly the master of the demon who was wrapped in the gray cocoon let out a sharp whistle.

The sound wave oscillated out, and all the practitioners couldn't bear it, they vomited blood, and flew out backwards.

Seeing that the death energy was about to spread throughout the Demon Abyss, and when all the vitality of the Demon Abyss was devoured, two figures appeared from the void at the same time, blocking the spreading death energy.

When they saw the two, the practitioners present were all pleasantly surprised.

"Ancestor Fan Yin!"

"Smell girl!"

Wen Qiao and Ancestor Fan Yin blocked the death energy at the same time and forced the spreading death energy back.

The death energy that was forced back gathered towards the gray cocoon in the depths of the Demon Abyss, and the figures in the gray cocoon were looming.

Wen Qiao's eyes slid sharply when he saw this familiar death. When the Demon Lord was born, she was powerless, and now her cultivation is no longer the same, and it happened to be solved together.

Thinking about it, Wen Qiao shouted loudly, abruptly raised her cultivation to a small realm, and condensed a punch to smash the figure in the death aura.

"No!" Di Ying's pupils tightened and she cried out.

It was as if the Po Kong Fist that ripped apart the space pierced through the rich dead aura and headed towards the gray cocoon in the dead aura.

Seeing that the punch was about to break open the gray cocoon and land on the person in the gray cocoon, Brahma suddenly flew away and blocked the punch.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Fan Yin's lips, but he was still standing in front of the death energy, staring straight at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao looked at her expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Senior, I have nothing to say when you protect Di Ying, but why is the Demon Lord?"

Fan Yin said slowly: "Yan Yi is the lord of our Demon Race..."

As soon as these words came out, the demons present suddenly made an uproar, and even Yan Zhao, who had never been willing to admit the identity of the demon master, couldn't help but look at the ancestor of Fan Yin, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say, his expression was a little dazed .

Wen Qiao frowned, knowing that "Yan Yi" was the name of the Lord of Demons before he fell. The Lord of Demons was just a title given to him by the world after he was born out of death, with a bit of malice.

"Even if Yan Yi has already fallen, and there is only one body left, the deity cannot let people destroy Yan Yi's body." Fan Yin said seriously.

Fan Yin's meaning is very clear. Although she does not admit that the lord of demons is Yan Yi, she does not allow Yan Yi's body to be destroyed, so even if the corpse is resurrected with death energy and becomes the lord of demons, she can suppress it. but not destroyed.

Wen Qiao said coldly, "Then let's fight."

Seeing that she was about to shoot, Fan Yin gritted his teeth, knowing that Wen Qiao was forcing her.

With the current fighting strength of the two of them, if they started in the Demon Sealing Heaven Domain, they would definitely destroy the Demon Sealing Heaven Domain and suppress the laws of space.

At this time, Di Ying's voice sounded: "Fan Yin, quickly catch her! Wen Qiao has awakened the magical bloodline and has the strongest vitality. If she is sacrificed alive, Master Yan Yi will be able to resurrect smoothly and restore the memory of the past! "

Fan Yin narrowed his pupils and looked at Di Ying suddenly.

Di Ying stood among a group of demons, her expression excited.

She did not know when her cultivation base had returned to the Primordial Saint Realm, and she was filled with demonic breath, apparently completely enchanted. It is not a good sign to enter the devil with a person, but it is a good way to enter the devil for the former demon race, so Di Ying's situation at this time is much better than those of the devil cultivators.

"What you said is true?" Fan Yin asked hoarsely.

Di Ying nodded vigorously, staring at Wen Qiao with ecstasy: "I didn't lie to you, I know you want Yan Yi to come back too! It's a real resurrection, not a monster that is neither human nor ghost nor demon!"

She knows Fan Yin's heart knot and is unwilling to admit that the master of the demon who was resurrected by the technique of soul reversal is Yan Yi, but what if Yan Yi has recovered his memory?

Fan Yin looked at Wen Qiao, and then at the Demon Lord who was wrapped in a dead air cocoon, with a little more struggle on his face.

"I……"

Wen Qiao looked at her coldly, clenched her fists again, and punched Di Ying unexpectedly.

Di Ying subconsciously wanted to hide, but where could she hide, after being hit by a punch, the whole person flew out backwards, and when she fell to the ground, a deep pit appeared on the ground.

After the beating, Wen Qiao looked at Fan Yin with a bit of sarcasm.

Fan Yin's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed Di Ying in the pit with his backhand, and found that she was not dead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put her aside, and continued to stare at Wen Qiao.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and no one dared to make a sound, only the wind formed by death blew through.

Just when the two were deadlocked, the death energy surged again.

The cultivators present were all startled, and turned their heads abruptly to look, only to see that the Demon Lord, who was wrapped in a silkworm in mid-air, finally moved, and the surrounding death energy quickly gathered towards the man without their control. , Death Qi no longer spread, but began to shrink.

As Death Qi frantically gathered towards the Demon Lord, the practitioners present also felt a terrifying pressure rising step by step. Unable to support, let alone those low-level cultivators.

The faces of Wen Qiao and Fan Yin, who were closest to Death Qi, finally changed.

Both of them felt the power of death against them. With their current cultivation, the lower realm was already invincible. This was impossible at first, but now...

Finally, the dead energy was completely absorbed by the person wrapped in the gray cocoon, and the demonic abyss shrouded in the dead aura regained its clarity.

The cultivators present were suppressed by the terrifying pressure and unable to move. The only two who could stand were Wen Qiao and Fan Yin, but both of them also looked awe-inspiring under the threat from instinct.

At the same time, they looked at the man emerging from the slowly dissipating gray cocoon.

When he saw the man's face clearly, Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment.

Fan Yin was full of surprise and couldn't help but stepped forward and called out, "Yan Yi..."

As soon as the words fell, she found that the other party looked at her with a strange and cold look, blocking all her excitement.

Fan Yin stood there stiffly, and could only watch helplessly as the man passed her, the black robe slipped across the ground and disappeared from her sight.

Wen Qiao looked at the person walking towards her, and the expression on her face gradually became relaxed.

Gray eyes, black hair, black robes... and that very familiar face, this is...

"Young Master Ning?" The Lord of the Holy Martial Hall looked at the person who came out of the gray cocoon in disbelief, but when he saw those cold gray eyes with no emotion, he intuitively felt that it was not Ning Yuzhou.

But this face is too similar to Ning Yuzhou.

Everyone who had seen Ning Yuzhou was shocked.

Hall Master Pangu's scalp was numb, and he had a terrifying guess in his heart. Could it be that the genius Ning Yuzhou is the master of demons? Otherwise, why are they so similar in appearance?

Di Ying, who had just recovered her senses, heard the words of the Hall Master of Shengwu, and couldn't help but said, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is Mr. Yan Yi!" She had a bad premonition in her heart, and she always felt as if she had overlooked something.

At this time, the Demon Lord had come to Wen Qiao.

The pair of gray pupils looked at her without any emotion, and slowly reached out to her.

Wen Qiao was stunned there, unable to react for a while. Seeing that the hand was touching her face, a space crack suddenly appeared behind her. A person walked out of the space crack, wrapped her waist, and hugged her inside. into an embrace.

Also avoided that hand.