Games with fairies.

Chapter 585 Madness
The dazzling sunlight mercilessly scorched the earth.

In the wild forest filled with corpses, the old demon ancestor, covered in blood, stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

One rotten dragon corpse after another fell into the wilderness and forests.

As the evil deathly aura on the corpses gradually dissipated, the rotten flesh of the dragon corpses began to melt and turned into bursts of foul-smelling black smoke that floated into the sky.

Finally, all that appeared in the wilderness were bare, white bones.

The man who came stepping on the corpse of a ten-thousand-meter-long dragon looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

The divine light burning in his body was extremely dim and could go out at any time.

Even his mother's body turned to ashes in the sunlight.

But looking at everything in his field of vision, Ziwei Heng shook his body slowly and forced out a loud laugh.

“Hahahaha… Demon Refiner, hahahaha…”

He laughed loudly and turned away.

The dim divine light dragged his shaky body and disappeared into the sky.

The Demon Refining Ancestor stared at the direction he left with bloodshot eyes, but he didn't dare to make any move.

A huge blood-red eye hung high behind him.

This huge blood-red eye coldly and brutally devoured all living creatures in the Demon Refining Sect.

None of the inner sect disciples of the Demon Refining Sect, including the various Divine Wandering Realm priests and a dozen Demon Sect elders, escaped, and were all devoured by the terrifying blood pupil.

Even the outer disciples at the foot of the mountain were not spared.

The huge suction force sucked all the demon cultivators of the Demon Refining Sect into the blood-red pupil and devoured them cruelly.

However, the Demon Refining Ancestor, who controlled the corpse of the Thousand-Eyed Blood God, was powerless to prevent all this from happening. He could only watch as the sect that he had founded and painstakingly managed for thousands of years collapsed.

Watching all the demonic disciples in the sect die.

Unspeakable pain spread throughout the Demon Refining Ancestor's body.

He covered his head and let out a hysterical roar.

Because a low and cold voice kept echoing in his ears.

"…sacrifice my blood and kill the enemy chieftain."

"Sacrifice my blood and kill the enemy chieftain!"

This cold voice seemed to have some kind of strange magic, constantly echoing in his ears.

The Demon Refining Ancestor howled miserably and covered his head desperately, trying to get rid of the voice from his mind.

However, the sound came from his ears, body, hands, feet, teeth, and every hair and pore on his body.

The crazy Demon Refining Ancestor suddenly covered his head and screamed in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Thousand-Eyed Blood God! Thousand-Eyed Blood God!"

"My Demon Refining Sect! Our Demon Refining Sect!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Amidst the shrill howls of pain, the Demon Refining Ancestor suddenly flew up into the sky holding his head.

He rushed into the wilderness like a madman, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body, crying and laughing.

"My Demon Refining Sect is finished. Our Demon Refining Sect is finished."

"It's all over, it's all over!"

“Thousand-Eyed Blood God! Hahahaha! Thousand-Eyed Blood God!”

The wailing Demon Refining Ancestor let out a piercing laugh. He ran and cried wildly in the wilderness, leaving behind the Demon Refining Sect's mountain gate, which had been turned into a scorched ruin, and ran off into the distance.

A huge blood-red pupil slowly closed behind him and finally disappeared into the void.

However, the spectators who were watching the battle from hundreds of miles away did not dare to approach the ruins easily.

……

a few days later.

In a teahouse 1,300 miles away from Yunxiao City, there was a bustling crowd.

Groups of practitioners gathered in this once remote country town to inquire about the situation at the Demon Refining Sect's mountain gate a thousand miles away.

The great changes within the Demon Refining Sect had spread throughout the entire cultivation world in just a few days.

These practitioners are here to observe the situation and try to take advantage of the situation.

If they could dig out some good stuff from the ruins of the Demon Refining Sect's mountain gate, it would be enough for these practitioners from small sects or even those without any sect to make a fortune.

One after another, beams of light flew towards the small town.

There were also beams of light flying away from the small town one after another.

A huge number of practitioners came and went like a swarm of fish crossing the river, and all kinds of true and false news kept coming in.

These news, whether true or false, were spread most eagerly in the teahouse at this time.

A Taoist who called himself Dongxuanzi was wearing a dirty and worn Taoist robe. He had a thin face and a wisp of green beard on his chin. He looked like he had not eaten enough for several months.

In full view of everyone, he pulled his beard and said to everyone.

“…It is said that the Demon Refiner, after witnessing the destruction of his own sect, went completely insane.”

"It cried and laughed, its hair disheveled and it screamed as it rushed into the wilderness, running like a madman, as if there was an evil ghost behind it demanding its life."

"It is said that a great cultivator tried to stop him, but who knew that this crazy demon-refining ancestor was so terrifyingly strong!"

"Four great cultivators at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm attacked at the same time, but were sucked dry by him in an instant!"

"Behind him, a huge blood-red pupil suddenly opened, and in the blink of an eye, it killed four Purple Mansion Mighty Ones!"

"What a terrifying power this is!"

"It is said that it was an ancient evil god! Cruel and violent! The tragedy of the demise of the disciples in the Demon Refining Sect was caused by this evil god!"

"It's a pity that the Demon Refining Ancestor has worked hard for a thousand years. I don't know what secret technique he used to live to this day. He should have been the number one figure in the Demonic Path, but now he has fallen into a miserable and crazy state overnight. It's really pitiful and lamentable."

The sloppy Taoist scratched his beard, shaking his head and sighing.

The news he told stunned many new monks in the teahouse, and they all asked if there was any more information.

Facing the noisy crowd in the teahouse, the old Taoist priest just smiled, stroked his beard, and said, "What I just said is free information. If you want to know the details, please pay privately and I will explain it to you one-on-one."

The old Taoist priest's words were immediately met with boos.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "...What this old man said are just some news that have been circulating in the city for a day or two. There is nothing new at all. He still wants to make money from this? What a liar!"

There were constant boos in the teahouse, but the old Taoist just laughed and didn't care at all.

He shook his head and continued, "Since no one is paying, I will give you some free information."

"The strong man who fought against the Demon Refiner was the last member of the Qingmu Jiao clan seven hundred years ago. His real name was Ying Qing. In this battle, he burned his soul and put himself in a situation where he was doomed to die..."

In the teahouse, a young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the sloppy old Taoist priest.

His ears couldn't help but prick up, wanting to hear more.

If Li Muyang were here, he would be able to recognize the young man in front of him who was simply disguised as Guan Xiaoshun, who was tricked out of the Demon Refining Sect by him.

(End of this chapter)