Chapter 209 Hunting Time "Are you looking for me?" A familiar voice rang in everyone's ears. The person who first discovered the blood was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and immediately put away the sword in his hand. "Senior Brother Feng!" He did not conceal the joy on his face, and the others also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing him call him that. Everyone in the sect knows this Senior Brother Feng, a disciple of Wufeng, the successor to the peak master elder, and the elder's most beloved disciple. In the sect, the people from the first four peaks must not be offended. The next person who must not be offended is Senior Brother Feng from the fifth peak. "Senior Brother Feng arrived earlier than us. Did he fight against the thief?" One of the disciples looked at the wound on the Demon Lord's wrist and the mess at the scene, and couldn't help but ask a question. In fact, he wanted to say that if Senior Brother Feng fought against the thief and lost, he could tell them the direction the thief fled. Senior Brother was injured and it was inconvenient for him to chase, but they were fine! Besides, there were so many people present. They could chase the thief in the direction he fled. After catching up with him, they might be able to take advantage of their numbers and capture him. As long as the real mastermind is caught, no matter what the future holds for the Twin Secret Realms, the crime of destruction will not be pinned on them.
"You said he was a thief?" The disciple who asked the question did not expect that what Brother Feng said was not an answer to the question, but a question to him whether he was a thief or not. This... it's not an exaggeration to call this person a thief. The other party has destroyed the Sunstone. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for their sect? Such thieves deserve to go to hell! "Yes! The thief who destroyed our sect's most precious treasure!" Facing Senior Brother Feng's unfriendly gaze, the disciple still stiffened his neck and shouted out what was in his heart. But the next second, he regretted it... A ball of black gas emerged from the mud under his feet and tightly wrapped around his neck. Like a poisonous snake that can't catch its tail, it coils around his lifeline in circles. If he exerts a little force, he might die and go to hell. "You dare to call me a thief? You little ant, you want to die early and be reborn soon." It doesn’t matter whether he changes his body or not. What matters is that the Demon Lord cannot tolerate others insulting him like this. He has always done things honestly, when did he become a thief? The sudden change shocked everyone present. "Brother Feng, you...what did you say? You mean, it was you who blew up the Sunstone?" The disciple who first discovered the bloodstain was also the first to recognize Senior Brother Feng. It was not for any other reason, but because he was also a disciple of Wufeng. Although they were both inner disciples, this Senior Brother Feng was a direct disciple of the elders, while he, although a disciple of Wufeng, was just an ordinary inner disciple without a master to back him up. He couldn't believe it and revealed the truth word by word, but no one noticed that when he asked this question, he also made a quiet little movement hidden in the dark. He held a small photo-recording stone and a sound-recording stone in his hands and hid them in his sleeves. When everyone's attention was only on the protagonist, Senior Brother Feng, he took the opportunity to activate them. Whether it was the question he asked or the scene at the scene, everything was recorded in detail in the photo stone and the sound stone. "I did it, or maybe... you did it?" Others might not notice his little movements, but there is no way the Demon Lord could fail to notice them. On the contrary, although he knew that the other party was plotting against him, or perhaps was plotting against the original owner of this body, he did not feel angry. Instead, he found this person very interesting. The man whose throat was strangled by his evil spirit struggled twice in mid-air, and all the blood and essence in his body was sucked dry. The originally strong man was now as thin as a bamboo pole, like a wind-dried skeleton, hanging lightly on the evil spirit, swaying quietly with the breeze. "Brother Feng! You! How dare you harm your fellow disciples in front of everyone!"
The disciple who secretly recorded the photo and sound stones was still there. He trembled and pointed at the Demon Lord with an expression of disbelief, as if he was a righteous person who couldn't bear to see the tragic scene of evil demons doing evil in the world. "So you also know that I am your fellow disciple." Whether it was accusations or curses, the Demon Lord turned a blind eye to them all. With a smile on his face, he tilted his head slightly and looked the disciple up and down. "I like your brain." This body is no longer usable. If he must change it, then of course he has to choose one that he is satisfied with. "What do you mean?" The alarm bells in my heart gradually began to ring, one dull bell after another, and it seemed that each one brought the call of death. In fact, up to now, the contents left on the photo stone and the sound stone are enough. It would be easy for him to make a comeback in the sect with these contents. But now, he knew to stop and wanted to leave, but it was too late. Most of his fellow disciples who came with him had already noticed that the situation was different and were preparing to leave. It’s just that it’s easy to climb up this mountain, but it’s extremely difficult to go down safely. The Demon Lord was able to wait for them here instead of escaping immediately, which naturally meant that he had made some preparations in advance. These formations were originally intended to disrupt a certain balance in the operation of the secret realm, but now, by accident, they have come in handy. "Now that we are here, everyone, aren't you going to leave something behind before you go?" The Demon Lord's voice was faint, ringing in everyone's ears. Those who were about to go down the mountain finally realized that something was wrong with their current situation. "what do you want?" One of them who was a little braver took the trouble to ask what everyone was thinking. They discovered that this mountain seemed to be restricted by something, a restriction that was difficult for ordinary people to unlock. If they wanted to get out safely, they could only first see what Senior Brother Feng wanted to do. "That is of course...your life." The body that the Demon Lord currently occupies has a good-looking appearance. Even with an evil smile, he doesn't look greasy to people. Upon hearing this, the trapped disciples knew that the moment of life and death had come. However, they did not expect that this time they entered such a dangerous secret realm, and they survived all kinds of difficulties and dangers. They also had plenty of resources to collect, and they did not have to worry about their future cultivation. But in the end, they still could not have a good ending, and finally died at the hands of their fellow disciples. But they will not sit and wait for death. Death is the answer either way. If they don't fight before death, no one can accept leaving in such a cowardly way! The Demon Lord's current body cannot use spiritual power, and the Moonstone cannot be destroyed. This is because if he wants to make seals and set up formations, he must use the spiritual power of the cultivators in this world to activate them. But if it's just about killing someone, there's really no need to use spiritual power. The devil's energy, catching one and eating one, is his simplest and most effective way of hunting. (End of this chapter)