Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

One by one, everyone took out their magical treasures.

But never expected.

In a flash, Dongmen Tu made his move, unleashing a scroll of demonic energy to save the heavily injured Jin Zhi and protect her within the demonic camp.

Jin Zhi stood blankly among the demonic cultivators, her mind a complete blank, her body severely injured but unable to heal.

If he still doesn't understand by now, he shouldn't be living.

He's been exposed!

But he didn't understand.

He had kept himself hidden for many years, acting cautiously and never revealing the slightest flaw.

When exactly was it exposed?

At this moment, Mingzhou stood side by side with the other five Nascent Soul cultivators from Yue Kingdom, their auras imposing, locking onto the demonic cultivators.

Zi Jian and the others finally realized what was happening, and their expressions changed drastically.

Golden Spider is actually a traitorous demon cultist hiding within the allied forces!

Everyone turned to look at the demonic path. Without saying a word, Wang Tiansheng and the others charged towards them with ferocious expressions.

The target is Tianzhenzi.

The four mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and the ten early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators had only one goal: to kill Tian Zhenzi and break the formation.

After all, they didn't know what terrifying thing was about to come from the distant explosion site.

"Oh no, protect Tianzhenzi! No, protect me!"

Tianzhenzi hurriedly shrank behind Mingzhou, shielding everyone in front of him.

Oh my god.

I've never been pursued by 14 Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time in my entire life.

"A condenser!"

"The Purple Dragon is unsheathed!"

"A single thread runs through a thousand blades!"

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Yue Kingdom all made their moves, using their full strength.

The outcome of the battle will be decided in the blink of an eye.

valley.

The aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided.

Long Han's clothes were slightly torn, his hair was disheveled, and he had suffered a minor shock injury. His face was filled with anger.

"I never expected this person to be so decisive, willing to self-destruct in order to fight to the death."

"We underestimated our enemy."

Feng Bing frowned slightly, her tone grave.

"The two saints need no further explanation."

"Now we must rush to the main battlefield of Jingu Plain and not let any demonic cultivator escape."

Linghu Qing stepped forward steadily, his expression calm.

Long Han nodded, gave him a deep look, and spoke sincerely.

"This battle was largely thanks to your formation layout."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two led a group of Nascent Soul cultivators and rushed to the front line battlefield at full speed.

Linghu Qing used the excuse of restoring his spiritual power to stay in the valley.

Everyone left.

The valley fell silent.

However, the deadly sense of crisis in Linghu Qing's heart had not dissipated.

His eyes suddenly glowed with a deep purple light, and he activated the Heavenly Demon Eye at full power to look at the ground.

Deep underground.

A broken and faint nascent soul was forcibly pulled out by the purple divine light.

It emerged from the ground.

It was none other than the Heavenly Fiend True Lord, who should have perished completely with his self-destruction.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Spare my remnant soul!"

His soul was teetering on the edge, his breath was extremely weak, and his eyes were filled with fear. He hurriedly begged for mercy.

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist."

"I will spare your life."

Linghu Qing remained expressionless and unmoved.

The power of the Heavenly Demon Eye coiled around it, intending to directly enslave this remnant soul and nascent soul.

The Nascent Soul is inherently a branch of the Divine Soul, and is precisely what the Eye of the Heavenly Demon devours and enslaves.

It's just not as simple as the Ghost Path.

"Ah, you've enslaved me!"

Even if I die and my soul perishes, I will never be your slave!

The Heavenly Fiend True Lord let out a miserable scream, his eyes flashing with extreme anger and resentment.

He used the last ounce of his remaining soul power to attempt a second self-destruction, hoping to destroy everything in his path.

One person, one remnant soul.

A violent struggle ensued between their souls.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Fiend Nascent Soul was already severely damaged, and its origin was lost after its self-destruction.

In the ultimate battle of the soul, the remnant soul could not hold on and instantly shattered and dissipated.

But at the very moment his soul was annihilated, a satisfied smile appeared on Tian Sha's battered face.

Worth it.

The demonic path will never be enslaved!

Linghu Qing frowned slightly, feeling utterly helpless.

The opponent's soul was severely damaged, and in his dying counterattack, he was completely uncontrollable.

However, during that brief exchange of souls, he also managed to read some of the remaining memories of Tian Sha.

Numerous secrets of the demonic path, unique techniques, and sect strategies flooded into his mind, enriching his understanding of the demonic path.

After sorting through his memories, Linghu Qing didn't linger. With a flash, he sped towards the main battlefield.

Thousands of miles away.

Xi Kingdom, Luoyun Sect.

The mountain gate was wide open, music and rituals resounded, and the crowd was bustling with activity.

The annual apprenticeship ceremony is being held in grand style.

Countless young cultivators gathered in the square, full of anticipation, waiting for the sect to test their spiritual roots and select the best to join the sect.

"Wei Qing! Dark Spiritual Root! Top-grade Unique Spiritual Root!"

On the high platform, the elder's voice boomed, resounding throughout the entire hall, tinged with a hint of amazement.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Countless envious and jealous gazes instantly focused on the boy.

Dark spiritual roots are extremely rare, and their cultivation speed far surpasses that of ordinary spiritual roots, making their future achievements limitless.

However, among the crowd, young Wei Qing stood frozen, as if he had been stunned by the good news, and was completely dumbfounded.

My mind was shaken.

Just a moment ago, a hidden mark that had been concealed for many years deep within his dantian suddenly vanished without a trace.

That was the divine soul imprint planted by the Heavenly Fiend True Lord himself.

It was also his only proof of being an undercover agent for the Heavenly Fiend Sect, containing a wisp of his master's original power.

The mark vanished suddenly, leaving only one outcome.

His master, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord, is dead.

The mark vanished suddenly, leaving only one outcome.

His master, the Heavenly Fiend True Lord, is dead.

Heavenly Fiend True Lord.

The leader of the Heavenly Fiend Sect, one of the six major demonic sects, is dead?

is it possible?

The elders on the platform saw him standing still and assumed that he was just a young man who had been struck by an incredible opportunity and was unable to adapt to the lively scene.

He couldn't help but speak gently to comfort her.

"Wei Qing, there's no need to be nervous."

"You are exceptionally gifted, a once-in-a-millennium genius."

"If you join my Falling Cloud Sect in the future, you can tell the sect if you encounter any difficulties, and the sect will support you."

Wei Qing's lips moved slightly, but in the end he just nodded numbly.

He was filled with fear and panic, but dared not utter a single word.

What did you say?

They couldn't very well say they were a spy planted by the Heavenly Fiend Sect within a righteous sect.

This undercover job was completely inexplicable.

Having just joined the sect and not yet gained a foothold, his powerful master, who was his backer, had already died.

Moreover, he was personally arranged to infiltrate the undercover operation by his master.

If the sect is unaware of this... then can he still be considered a disciple of the Heavenly Fiend Sect?

In an instant, a profound sense of loneliness and bewilderment overwhelmed me.

He was like a pawn completely abandoned by the world, with no future in sight and no one to rely on.

What should he do for the rest of his life?

Above the Golden Drum Plain, the protective array trembled incessantly.

The formation was filled with surging blood energy, and the remnants of demonic energy and the heat of battle lingered in the air. The ground was covered with cracks and ravines, all traces of the devastation from the battle between Nascent Soul cultivators.

Boom—!

A loud, cracking sound rang out, and a section of the defensive formation covering the entire area was suddenly breached.

A huge gap appeared to the east of the formation.

Tianzhenzi's body trembled violently, his chest heaved with blood and qi, and he spat out a mouthful of scarlet hot blood, his face instantly turning ashen white.

"Oh no... the formation has been broken!"

The barrier that had confined the entire venue completely dissipated.

Suddenly, sunlight poured in, piercing through the thick gloom of demonic energy and shining into the stalemate on the battlefield.

The group of demonic Nascent Soul cultivators, who had been trapped and about to die, suddenly burst into wild joy.

The predicament has been resolved, and a way out lies ahead.

Without further hesitation, the demonic cultivators unleashed their spiritual power and charged outwards with extreme excitement to break through the encirclement.

With a swift movement, the old demon Yunlu rushed to the front, transforming into a soft, alluring demonic light, and was the first to break through the gap in the broken formation.

But what awaited him was not freedom.

As soon as the light of escape appeared, his figure suddenly froze in mid-air.

Ahead lies emptiness.

Two transcendent figures stood silently, an old man and an old woman, their bodies surrounded by the spiritual power of dragons and phoenixes, one yin and one yang, their imposing aura suppressing heaven and earth.

The phoenix sings to the two saints.

Long Han and Feng Bing stood abruptly in the middle of their path.

In Long Han's left hand, a curled-up, trembling nascent soul was imprisoned by spiritual power; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Flame Demon.

Behind the two, more than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators stood densely packed, staring at them with unfriendly expressions.

Yunlu's face went from joyful to stiff, and then to extremely gloomy.