My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

His emaciated chest heaved violently, and his voice was hoarse yet excited.

"Those hypocrites who call themselves righteous, despite setting up such an unparalleled killing formation, ultimately failed to refine my true form!"

"The great formation has fallen into disrepair over the years and has actually collapsed on its own. Heaven has not forsaken me! Heaven has not forsaken me!"

The old demon sensed the condition within his body and frowned slightly.

Three thousand years of suppression have eroded too much of his original essence.

Now, his once unparalleled Nascent Soul stage cultivation has inevitably fallen to the weakened state of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

"It's alright!"

The old demon snorted coldly, a cruel and sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"With sufficient nourishment, I will be able to return to the Nascent Soul realm in just a few months!"

"Let this land once again feel the fear of being dominated by demonic forces!"

His gaze was like that of a hungry wolf surveying a sheepfold.

Suddenly, it locked onto the hundreds of Tang Dynasty civilians who were gathering together on the Fallen Soul Slope below.

"Fresh flesh and blood...what a sweet, mortal scent."

The old demon stuck out a scarlet tongue and licked his chapped lips.

In his cruel memories.

Mortals are nothing more than ants that can be crushed at will, perfect materials for replenishing demonic energy.

When he revealed such overwhelming demonic power.

These frail mortals must be terrified by now, their legs trembling and their livers and gallbladders about to burst.

They should be on the ground, defecating and urinating, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy, letting out desperate screams.

Then, as if a god had descended, he would reap their lives bit by bit, enjoying their despair.

The old demon slowly raised his right hand, which resembled a withered tree.

Black death energy swirled around his fingertips, preparing to unleash a demonic technique that devours flesh and blood.

He had even prepared an incredibly domineering opening speech, enough to make everyone tremble.

"You lowly ants, it is your good fortune to become nourishment for my resurrection..."

however.

The old demon had only uttered half of his pretentious words.

It got stuck in my throat.

because.

On the Fallen Soul Slope below, a bizarre scene unfolded that he could not comprehend in his entire life, or even in his past life.

Quiet.

After a brief silence.

There was no screaming as he had expected, nor did he scramble to escape.

Those hundreds of Tang Dynasty civilians carrying hoes and shovels.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes when facing the ancient demon.

Instead, it burst forth with an incredibly dazzling light of excitement, like a fanatical believer seeing a priceless treasure!

Holy crap!

The butcher Wang Dana was the first to throw away his butcher knife.

He jumped three feet high on the spot in excitement, pointed at the old demon in mid-air and howled at the top of his lungs.

"Alive! A living demonic cultivator villain!"

Followed by.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Like a well-trained, iron-willed army.

Hundreds of Chang'an residents moved in unison, taking things from their pockets and belts.

He pulled out thin crystal shards that emitted a faint glow from the array—the popular Tang Dynasty product, the Spirit Crystal Phone!

Countless cameras, flashing with the light of the image-recording array, appeared simultaneously.

It relentlessly and unscrupulously aimed at the old demon who was striking a pose in mid-air.

"Quick, take a picture! This special effects, this black smoke, it's so cool!"

"My goodness, this must be a hidden Easter egg arranged by the theater!"

"Uncle! Look at the camera! This villain's appearance is so realistic, even more evil than the one in the movie!"

Wang Dana took the lead, not only taking photos with his phone but also directly starting the Lingwang live stream reward mode.

"Family members! Family members, who understands?!"

"I went out to dig today and actually dug up a wild, notorious villain!"

"That look, that aura—he's got a real killer streak! Those young, pretty-boy actors in the theater just can't portray that kind of ruthlessness!"

"Everyone, send some gifts! I'm going up now to take a picture with him!"

Grandma Wang was also so excited that her face was flushed. She waved her big red handkerchief and shouted loudly at the old demon.

"You big devil up there! Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

"Hurry up, strike a fierce pose!"

"Laugh even more evilly, even more pervertedly! I have 10,000 people in my live stream right now. If you perform well, I'll send you a giant rocket right away!"

midair.

The ancient demon was just about to unleash a massacre and restore his former glory as the Demon Lord.

now.

I was completely dumbfounded.

His right hand, raised high and shrouded in the aura of death, froze awkwardly in mid-air.

Putting it down is not an option, nor is continuing to hold it up.

That withered, grotesque old face, marked by the vicissitudes of time.

An unconcealable sense of bewilderment and a deep-seated disbelief in life instantly filled the air.

What... what's going on here?!

These mortals not only didn't run away.

They even took out a bunch of glowing rectangular bricks and shone them on him?

Easter egg? Special effects? Giant rocket?

Do you want him to smile even more crookedly for the photo?!

The old demon was completely bewildered in the wind, his brain going into a severe malfunction.

I have only been asleep for three thousand years.

Has the world outside really become this depraved?!

"Family! Let's send rockets! Bro, no problem!"

Pig butcher Wang Dana, holding up his Lingjing phone, continued to shout wildly in front of the camera.

Instead of fleeing, the hundreds of Tang Dynasty citizens drew closer and closer.

Several bold young people even began directing the ancient demons in mid-air to adjust their positions.

"Hey! You old man in that tattered rag, move a little to the left!"

"Yes, yes, the lighting is bad. Make that black smoke on you thicker; it'll create a more oppressive atmosphere in the photo!"

midair.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor, who had just broken the seal and was preparing to wreak havoc, froze completely.

A crimson light flashed wildly in his deep-set eyes.

anger!

An unprecedented sense of humiliation and rage, enough to completely destroy reason, surged into my heart in an instant!

He was an ancient demon lord who killed without blinking an eye three thousand years ago!

He is an unparalleled demon who can stop children from crying and strike fear into the hearts of righteous sects!

Now, they're being treated like monkey trainers by a bunch of ordinary people?!

You want him to move a little to the left to find the light?!

"Ignorant ants! You're courting death!!!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor let out a heart-wrenching, earth-shattering roar.

He could no longer tolerate this outrageous humiliation.

"boom!"

Within his withered body, the remaining demonic energy at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was like a super volcano that had completely erupted.

It transformed into a vast, crimson sea of ​​fire that blotted out the sky, crashing down towards the Fallen Soul Slope below!

"Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Technique!"

"Turn me into a pool of pus and blood!"

In the sky, there was a hideous, blood-red skull, as large as a small mountain, formed from pure demonic energy.

With its gaping maw wide enough to devour everything, it crashed down on the crowd with a piercing howl.

Until this moment.

That terrifying killing intent, capable of freezing souls, finally pierced through the people's fervor.

"Holy crap! This isn't special effects!"

Wang Dana's phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

He felt the overwhelming aura of death, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"Oh my god! This is a real monster! Run!"