"how?"

The Demon Lord was not in a hurry. He looked at their actions coldly and sneered, "Want to fight again? Or have you not yet recognized the reality?"

He and the Demon King were both there, and among the five sect leaders, the two leaders of the Yanxia Sect and the Xuanming Sect could not be considered the main combat forces. Strictly speaking, the only ones who could pose a real threat to them were the three sword-cultivating sect leaders.

The two sides are still in a situation of mutual restraint.

Even if we fight again now, it won't change this fact.

Therefore, the Demon Lord's attitude can be described as neither hurried nor slow. He doesn't think that this group of sect leaders can suddenly come up with any good ideas to break free from the cage.

After so many years of hatred and killing each other, he knew very well how straightforward the thinking of these monks who always claimed to be the light of righteousness was.

Especially for sword cultivators, they always believe that fists are the only way to win.

Disdain those conspiracies.

If they had been aware of this, they would not have allowed him to succeed and successfully trap them in the formation.

In the eyes of the Demon Lord, those who accomplish great things do not care about trivial matters. The lives of mere ants are nothing more than that. Those monks who perform sacrifices should feel honored for this.

As long as I can achieve the ultimate goal, it will be worth it for me to secretly plan for so long.

The demons have always been cruel. To them, they can kill their own people without blinking an eye, let alone these monks who are on the opposing side. If they die, they die. If they want to blame someone, they can only blame it on their bad luck.

"If you want to fight, then fight." Sect Master Qin hated the demons the most. He held the sword horizontally in his hand and said coldly, "I will fight you to the end."

No matter what the Demon Lord is planning, they can't just let it go.

"Hey wait wait—"

Just when Sect Master Qin and the Demon Lord were staring at each other coldly from a distance, trying to stab each other with their eyes, Fang Jinxing suddenly reached out and pulled him, interrupting their 'affectionate' gaze.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly began to flow again, like a punctured ball.

"What are you doing?" Sect Master Qin frowned. Destroying the atmosphere is an ancestral skill of the Taiyi Sect, right?

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet." Fang Jinxing pointed to the sky and motioned him to look, "Haven't you discovered it yet?" Fighting to the death with the Demon Lord is not the most important thing now.

“???” Sect Master Qin looked up subconsciously.

I saw dark clouds covering the sky above these cities that had become ruins, and the blood-red formation seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, emitting an inexplicable ominous and strange aura.

And they are like being in a cage.

Sect Master Qin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head abruptly to look towards the side where the Demon Lord and the Demon King were.

Looking around, they saw that all the dead souls had turned into black mist and surrounded the two of them. The dense number of them was frightening to see.

The clan leaders instantly felt a strong sense of malice.

The literal meaning.

"What's the point of talking to these old guys?" The Demon King, who had been silent all this time, suddenly showed his sharp white teeth and said in a cruel tone, "Kill them, and the group of righteous people will naturally fall apart."

"And this garbage—"

He casually crushed a few balls of black mist and threw them at the formation. The moment the blood-red light column touched the formation, it was as if it had touched something terrible. White smoke as if corroded came out of the ghosts' bodies, and their screams could almost pierce a person's eardrums.

The Demon King's mouth widened wider and wider. He liked listening to the wailing of these ants.

If Gu Xia was here, he would probably blurt out the word "pervert".

After all, none of these two are good.

"When did you demons learn to do what the cultivators do?" Unlike the demons who could at least come up with this kind of evil magic from some unknown corner, the monsters were completely in the dark.

There's nothing we can do about it, they are just completely illiterate.

The Demon Lord glanced at him with a wry smile, "It's easy to say, you go and kill me?"

If the leaders of the five sects were really so easy to deal with, then why would he go through so much trouble and go through so much trouble?

He spoke rudely, and the Demon King immediately bared his teeth and looked at him viciously.

The Demon Lord was naturally not someone who could be frightened. He looked back coldly and snorted with contempt in his heart.

If the chances of winning were not increased by adding the demon clan, he would not bother to cooperate with such a simple-minded but strong-limbed guy.

They are the ones who are brainless.

Several clan leaders looked at each other.

Is this... an internal conflict?

Fang Jinxing's thoughts were much more sincere. He wished that the two of them would both suffer losses.

However, the current situation is very unfavorable for the cultivation world.

But it is obvious that although the Demon Lord and the Demon King look down on each other, they still remember their purpose of this trip.

The Plastic Alliance looked away from each other in disgust.

——There was no fight.

The clan leaders all felt more or less regretful in their hearts, thinking, what a pity.

The Demon King's actions just now served as a reminder to them that the formation that trapped them now looked not only strange but also extremely dangerous.

The most important thing is to find a way out.

but……

Fang Jinxing still couldn't figure it out, "You spent so much effort and sacrificed so many subordinates, just to trap yourself in the formation and fight us to death?"

What he actually wanted to say was, 'My Lord, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?'

Everyone was puzzled.

Perhaps it was because Fang Jinxing's gaze was too presumptuous, the smile on the Demon Lord's lips gradually cooled, but soon returned to normal.

“No, no, no.” His voice was gentle, yet it carried an indescribable chill. “From the beginning to the end, the only ones who were trapped here and died were… you.”

What do you mean?

Fang Jinxing was stunned, but before he could ask, he quickly understood what the Demon Lord meant.

As he finished his confusing words, Sect Master Lin, who had been frowning and thinking about the flaws in the formation, suddenly raised his head and said, "No, he is making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!"

At the same time, several sword lights suddenly fell, and the Demon King roared angrily. However, to everyone's surprise, the Demon Lord, who had been in a stalemate with them, shook slightly.

Everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"Distracted? No... that's not right, this is..."

Sect Master Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, "Soul division?"

When these two words came out, everyone was shocked.

Instead, the Demon Lord covered his eyes with one hand and laughed softly a few times, and then the sound became louder and louder.

"Hahahaha...what? Are you surprised?"

It's more than just shocking, it's fucking shocking.

Splitting the soul is different from splitting the spirit. The latter can be done as long as one reaches the spirit transformation stage, but few people choose this dangerous method to split the soul.

Because it truly separated half of its soul, the other Demon Lord that was separated was also able to possess the strength of the Tribulation Period, which is equivalent to another body.

But at the same time, the side effects it brings are also huge. If something goes wrong with the half of the soul that was separated, the Demon Lord will definitely be severely damaged.

Losing half of the soul and losing a small part of consciousness are not the same concept.

No one expected that the Demon Lord would be so crazy.

……