Passing Down Demonic Dao Arts! Jin Ling Collapses!

The long purple dress fluttered in the wind as a faint demonic aura surged forth. Demon Lord Chonglou, disguised as Gusu, stood before Jin Ling, his face carrying a gentle, benevolent expression.

"Demon, run!"

The old man cried out and turned to flee.

With Burial Heaven Peak as their center, the demon race had expanded in all directions. Though they had not occupied the territories elsewhere, the demon race's notorious name had spread far and wide.

They slaughtered innocents, massacred living beings, and used souls to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Clearly wreathed in dense black mist, these demon race beings insisted it was the Human Sovereign Banner, meant to deliver the unfortunate to eternal bliss and longevity.

That Mount Shu disciple had previously told him of the horrors of demons. How could he dare remain here? He only wanted to take the villagers and flee as far away as possible.

"Humph!"

Demon Lord Chonglou snorted coldly. A beam of demonic light swallowed the old man, and his flesh decayed at a visible speed.

The other villagers prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to make the slightest movement.

"Why did you kill Village Chief Grandpa?"

Jin Ling struggled and roared furiously.

Ever since she was young, the old man had treated her very well. Even though he now intended to burn her alive, she still did not wish to see his body and soul destroyed, much less have him ground to ashes by the demoness before her.

This filled Jin Ling with an added sense of guilt, as though every disaster had been caused by her.

"I wished to save you, so I could only kill the true culprit. You bear the aura of calamity and were born a Lone Star of Misfortune. Are you still going to