Chapter 22: After the matter, I will go!

Outside the Demon-Sealing Tower, there was a dead silence.

The demonic energy that originally covered the sky and the sun was blown away under the energy carried by the half of the demon-sealing nail.

The bright moonlight shone down and shone on everyone.

Whether it is the demonic cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect or the disciples of the Yuxian Sect, they were all confused at this moment, as if they had not yet realized what had happened.

It was not until everyone saw the Holy Spirit Elder who was nailed to the ancient tree by half a demon-sealed nail that he finally woke up.

"The Holy Spirit Elder is dead?!!"

The face of the demon monk from the Heavenly Demon Sect changed drastically, and a storm broke out in his heart.

The Holy Spirit Elder is a top-level powerhouse in the third grade.

Facing a monk who has just entered the second level, even if he cannot defeat him, he can save his life with his magical powers.

But now, half of the demon sealing nail flew over there was directly penetrated through the middle of his eyebrows!

Could it be that the Yuxian Sect came with him, in addition to Han Fei, who was at the fourth level, there were also second-level powerful men?

They predicted the prediction of the Holy Church and would set up a killing game here?

"kill!"

Han Fei reacted first, shouted softly, and rushed towards the demonic cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect with his spiritual sword.

Losing the third-level peak Holy Spirit Elder, the remaining group of demonic monks have no fighting intentions.

Han Fei took advantage of the violent force in his body that had not completely dissipated, and all the combat power that was infinitely close to the third grade exploded.

Dozens of demonic monks died tragically under his sword.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Han Fei's chest was fluctuating violently, and it was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.

This is thanks to the illusory voice that helped him suppress the power in his body. Otherwise, he might be the one lying on the ground.

Looking up at the Holy Spirit Elder nailed to the ancient tree, Han Fei narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Inside the Demon-Sealing Tower.

After dealing with the Holy Spirit Elder casually, Su Yu was too lazy to pay attention.

Just as he was about to go back to his room to collect the demon-sealing nails, he suddenly stopped and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The magical powers of the Demonic Way are somewhat magical!"

Su Yu's body turned into blue smoke and drifted toward a certain place in the Demon-Sealing Tower.

Not far away, a six-year-old child who looked pink sat cross-legged on the stairs, with demonic energy surging around him and gathering into his body.

After a moment, the child opened his eyes and the resentful light flashed.

"Damn it, if I hadn't learned the Heavenly Silkworm Demon Art, I could have shed my cocoon and turned into a butterfly and reborn, the attack just now would have been scattered!"

The child is the Holy Spirit Elder!

When the Holy Spirit Elder thought of the half of the demon-sealing nail, he couldn't help but shudder.

“Who is it?”

The Holy Spirit Elder's eyes were bloodshot.

Although the Heavenly Silkworm Demonic Art saved him from death, the magical power of shedding cocoons and turning into butterflies can only be used once every five hundred years.

After use, most of the magic cultivators and life span will be destroyed.

How could this not make him angry?

"The person who can kill me with half of the demon sealing nail is at least the second-grade peak!"

"When did such a strong man appear near Xuanyan Sect?"

The Holy Spirit Elder's tender face was so gloomy and terrible.

I thought that this action would be perfect and refining Han Fei's essence and blood, you could enter the second grade.

However, he didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway. Han Fei not only failed to catch him, but also lost five hundred years of cultivation and life span.

The Holy Spirit Elder became more and more angry the more he thought about it. The demonic energy around him became more and more irritable, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Hmph, don't let me know who it is, otherwise, the sect leader will peel his skin, suck his bones, and refine his essence and blood to repair my five hundred years of cultivation!"

As soon as he finished speaking and vented his anger, a faint voice spoke:

“Is it a little too cruel?”

"Cruel? I wish I could...

Before the Holy Spirit Elder finished speaking, he suddenly realized his hair all over his body blew up and turned his head to look behind.

Under the stairs, a young man in a shabby shirt was looking at himself calmly.

"Demon-sealing disciple?"

The Holy Spirit Elder looked at Su Yu and his eyebrows were locked.

If it were normal, he would immediately pounce on him to solve the blood food and repair his own injuries.

But now, he didn't move.

You know, he is one of the chief elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect and a third-grade peak demon cultivator!

Even if he lost five hundred years of cultivation and lifespan, ordinary monks would not dare to appear in front of him like this.

What's more, he is a demon-sealing disciple who doesn't even have the cultivation level?

Moreover, this demon-sealing disciple was actually looking at him without any concealment.

Who is he?

"Well, it's indeed magical. It's worthy of being the peak third-grade demon cultivator. After being hit by me, I can survive!"

Su Yu commented with interest.

boom!

Hearing Su Yu's words, the Holy Spirit Elder felt like he was struck by lightning. A cool air rushed straight from his heel to the sky spirit cover, and the blood in his body was frozen.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Su Yu shook the worn-out shirt on his body and said casually: "It's just a little demon-sealing disciple!"

A little demon-sealing disciple?

In the eyes of the major immortal sects, the disciples of demons are useless abandoned sons, and in the eyes of the demons, they are tasteless blood food.

How could such a person have the strength to kill a third-grade peak magic cultivator with one blow?

Moreover, how old is the demon-sealing disciple in front of him?

The one who killed him was at least the second-grade peak!

A 20-year-old second-grade peak monk?

He has practiced for thousands of years and has only been in the third grade.

Moreover, this is due to the magical skills that we can achieve such a shortcut.

If he was asked to practice step by step, even Han Fei would not be able to catch up.

"This is impossible!"

"This is simply impossible!"

The huge gap almost swallowed up the reason of the Holy Spirit Elder.

When practicing the devil's way, you will amplify all the evil in your heart, and you will be injured by the demon-sealing nail just now.

Now under Su Yu's stimulation, the Holy Spirit Elder is vaguely in a rampage.

"well……"

Looking at the ferocious Holy Spirit Elder, Su Yu sighed lightly.

"It would be fine if you ambush other disciples of the Immortal Sect, I'm too lazy to care."

"Why do you want to attack Han Fei?"

"If Han Fei dies, how can I go back to the Demon-Sealing Tower of the Immortal Sect to continue sealing the demons?"

"Although you can go to the Demon-Sealing Tower of other Immortal Sects, I hate trouble the most!"

Speaking of this, Su Yu's eyes were also out of patience.

"You killed me just to be able to return to Yuxian Sect... and continue to seal the demon?"

The Holy Spirit Elder was so angry that he almost woke up.

What the hell is this bullshit reason?
To be continued...