Surprisingly, the ancestor Qingyuan didn't look like a magical monk, but instead was handsome, fairy-like and elegant, so it was difficult to associate him with evil spirits.

Jiang Yunhe took back the Crane Mouth Sword and was fully alert. Tang Qiqi raised his hand to release a ball of colorful scattered beasts like jelly, and then released thirty-three demon-subduing pestles to set up the formation, and at the same time summoned the ancestor spirit to increase vigilance.

"Zhou Lie! Since I have already walked out of seclusion, what are you still doing?"

The ancestor Qingyuan took just one step and came closer. He frowned and looked at the mess, raised his hand and slapped the demon queen, and instantly shook balls of flesh and blood.

The demon queen was like scraping her bones to heal her wounds. The flesh and blood were about to merge with her again, and was immediately induced to poisonous fire by the ancestor Qingyuan, which slowly drifted away.

Just by pursuing this skill, it shows that the old demon has reached a rare state of cultivation.

"What? Are you despising me? Or are you really hurt to the point where you can't even move?" Qing Yuan's eyes were like lightning, as if he could see through the bronze dragon at a glance.

At this time, Zhou Lie spoke.

"Qingyuan, if you want me to come out, do you use this substitute? I don't know how many years you have forcibly occupied the body of this Confucian scholar? I guess it must be very hard for you to suppress his ancestor spirit, after all, this Confucian scholar has extraordinary cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a lilac demon lake grew between heaven and earth.

The demonic energy gathered together, accompanied by the sound of "slam" waves, and in a blink of an eye, the Confucian scholars were swept in.

No matter how capable Ren Qingyuan is, he is unable to escape while standing there.

Zhou Lie was too lazy to show his face, and wanted to suppress him just by speaking. He was so crazy that he was out of reach!

Qing Yuan's anger was suddenly ignited and he roared: "Zhou Lie, you are just a little baby with some energy. How dare you show off in front of me? I have already planned to occupy the vast demon world. If there is a way in heaven, you will not go there, and hell will come to you. Since you have come to my territory, you will never be able to live here today."

"Is that true?" Zhou Lie uttered two words, and the Confucian scholar immediately held his head and shouted: "Old demon, are you still doing harm to the world?"

"What?" Qing Yuan never expected that his body would really be strange, sealed for many years and suppressed the revival of the ancestral spirits in layers of illusions.

"Li Daoyuan!" Zhou Lie called out, "You are the ancestor spirit Li Daoyuan, right? Li Daoyuan, a genius who studied the world and enforced severely in the Northern Wei Dynasty!"

"Who are you?"

"If you want to escape this disaster, if you want to fight poison, you must first endure the disaster of the inner demon with poison, and then stimulate the righteous energy between heaven and earth, so as to smooth the resentment in your chest. If you want to try it out?"

"Okay, Li Daoyuan is willing to give it a try."

The Confucian scholar spread his arms to embrace the Demon Lake, and suddenly a ball of purple light rushed towards him. The Demon Lord Qingyuan roared, but was powerless to stop him.

"Puff..." Li Daoyuan spit out a mouthful of pain, and his face suddenly turned pale.

That is heart blood, connecting the heart meridians, opening the orifices, laying the foundation, and the three treasures of the human body are all the essence, energy and spirit.

What does it mean to work hard? It refers to this kind of effort.

Some people in history are obsessed with art. When they reach their goals, they will feel pains when they relax and will soon be alive.

Why is his life not long? That is exhausting. Even if the ancestral monks have a strong foundation, they will definitely not have a good result after spitting out this pains.

Qing Yuan was furious and said angrily: "Li Daoyuan! Zhou Lie has eyes but no beads. Have you forgotten? I am your deity. Because of our conflicting personalities, I suppress you! Qing Yuan, Qing Yuan, you should give me a name."

Li Daoyuan let out an inhuman howl: "No, I, Li Daoyuan, are in good manners and walk well. There will never be a deity like you. My deity will be wiped out by you..."

"Crack, Crack, Crack..." Thunder came from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, vast thunder formed, constantly circling around Li Daoyuan.

Tang Qiqi asked curiously: "Master, what's going on with this guy? Is it really the owner of this body? Not a substitute puppet?"

Zhou Lie smiled and said, "When it is true, it is true, it is false, and when it is true, it is false, it is true! True, true, false, false, and real, even Li Daoyuan doesn't accept this Qingyuan. Why is he the Demon Lord? Going home to sell sweet potatoes."

Tang Qiqi laughed at this, but she quickly remembered the sad things and said, "Husband, hurry up and improve! The treasure house in the family is still displaying half of the Baliba treasures waiting for you to unblock them!"

"Okay, I think you will not reach the second level in your life!" Zhou Lie was just talking, the sea swaying and dark clouds appeared in the sky.

I don’t know where a blood claw as big as a few acres of land came from, and grabbed Li Daoyuan with a bang, suppressed him to the depths of the sea under the follower of the inner demon tribulation.

"Zhou Lie! I admit that I underestimated you. Before I could reach out, I affected my previous body, but it was nothing. I am the supreme demon master of the heavens, and I am destined to crush you to ashes. Look at the twelve demon gods evolved from my twelve level building."

The sea water swayed with the words, and there were twelve figures in the air at some point. They seemed to have been standing there before, or always standing there.

These demons are more than 100 meters tall, some have green faces and fangs, and some have handsome faces, but their bodies are tangled and muscles are full of disgusting poisonous bumps, which smells 800 miles against the wind.

These twelve demon gods represent the twelve kinds of demonic paths, namely confusion, labor, chaos, emptiness, disgust, change, anger, depression, abuse, as well as black death and curse. The twelve demonic paths finally gathered together, seemingly having a unique meaning and are not as simple as it seems.

At this time, Zhou Lie appeared. He waved his hand and sent the bronze mechanic dragon to the beach, facing the twelve-level demon god alone.

"Hahaha, die! How can two tigers be allowed in one mountain? It's enough for me to have one man on the top of the demonic path." The twelve demons waved their blood claws, and just as they were about to touch Zhou Lie, the world suddenly became quiet.

Very quiet! Very quiet, not still, but simply without sound.

At this moment, not only the elk world has no sound, but even the nearby Xingyu fell into a silent state!

"ban!"

With a sudden shout, all the sounds came back, but the state just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Where is your magic skill? What about your magic path? Why walk on this path that controls the sound of demons?" Qing Yuan's voice sounded in the sky.

Zhou Lie looked at the twelve demon gods standing on the spot like wooden sculptures and clay sculptures and said, "I have cut off all the magical skills I have worked hard to cultivate, and also cut off the demon path I want to take! This is nothing. On the road of pursuing power, I don't think I have embarked on a small mountain road, but I think it is a brilliant road!"
Chapter completed!