In this way, Tong Yan and these evil ghosts tore each other back and forth, and before I knew it, more than half an hour had passed.

Probably because of Tong Yan's entry, the tornado no longer wanders around, but stops and spins in place.

Where did the disciples of the Demon Sect who were lucky not to die dare to hesitate, and immediately desperately escaped from the Evil Dragon Valley. Although there were many casualties, the strength of the Demon Sect was not weakened much, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

The feat of the young sect master sacrificing his life to save the sect not only allowed him to completely control the Demon Sect, but also made him a hero in the eyes of the disciples of the Demon Sect. This laid a solid foundation for the future growth of the Demon Sect.

Zhengdao gathered hundreds of people this time, and its purpose was naturally to take advantage of the Demon Sect and the Seven Killing Sect to reap the benefits of the fisherman. However, they didn't know where the lair of the Seven Kills Gate was, and they didn't hurry to come until a vision appeared in the sky above the Evil Dragon Valley. But at this moment, the people of the Demon Sect had already fled without a trace, and the only thing left was Tong Yan and the terrifying black tornado.

The righteous people just watched the tornado from afar, and they didn't dare to rush forward.

A few pretentious righteous people tried to disperse the tornado, but as soon as they got closer, they were directly chopped into pieces by the wind knife. In this way, the others did not dare to take a step closer, and could only stay in place and watch stupidly.

Qing Ming was mixed in with these people at the moment, he stared at the tornado in the distance, and then asked the young man on the side, "Brother Chen, the people of the Demon Sect have long since disappeared, what are we still doing here?" I don't think it's better to disperse and make another plan. What do you think? Obviously, none of them knew that Tong Yan was in that tornado at the moment, otherwise Qing Ming would definitely not be the reaction now.

The man known as Brother Chen was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, of medium height, wearing a white coat and a pair of black round sunglasses, like a fortune teller who divined fortunes.

He held an iron fan about thirty centimeters long in his hand, gently fanned himself, and then smiled slightly: "Brother Qingming, this evil wind is obviously caused by demons. How can we, as righteous people, turn a blind eye? Besides, the leader didn't speak, so let's just leave, it's really rude. You're right? ”

Hearing this, Qing Ming nodded lightly and said, "Brother Chen is still thoughtful, and the younger brother is indeed negligent." But this tornado is so powerful, how should we deal with it? ”

When the man surnamed Chen heard this, he smiled mysteriously and said: "Don't worry, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so let's be patient!" Hehe......"

Qing Ming sighed softly, didn't say anything more, and then looked back at the tornado in the distance.

Speaking of this man surnamed Chen, he is really a strange person. His full name is Chen Yanwu, he is proficient in bone telling and fortune-telling, and he is nicknamed Chen Blind.

This blind man Chen is extremely accurate in his calculations, and his eyes are like torches. Qing Ming just passed by his small stall, and he saw through his identity at a glance. Not only that, but he could even tell exactly where Qing Ming came from and where he was going.

Qing Ming was stunned, and it happened that he also intended to go to Qingzhou to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so he came here with Qing Ming, and met with the righteous monks who stopped in Qingzhou, and arrived in the Evil Dragon Valley.

In Qing Ming's opinion, a master like Chen Blind can naturally expect everything ahead. Since he said that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, maybe wait, the tornado will dissipate by itself.

But he didn't know that Tong Yan had fallen into madness in the tornado at this moment. After devouring a large number of demons, he gradually became a little unbearable. But the misfortune of ten thousand ghosts was red-eyed, and he refused to stop for a moment.

More and more ghosts were eaten into his stomach, and then absorbed by the Doom of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and so on.

He couldn't remember how many ghosts he had eaten, and he didn't know when he would be able to eat them all.

He really wanted to stop, but his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he almost couldn't control his body.

Time passed little by little, Tong Yan felt that his whole body was in pain, as if he was about to be broken, if he continued to eat endlessly like this, he was afraid that the only thing waiting for him would be destruction.

"Doom of all ghosts, get back to me immediately. If you dare to manipulate my body again, I will destroy you! He roared angrily, but the doom of ten thousand demons had already lost his mind, how could he take his words seriously?

Tong Yan tried to close his mouth, trying to stop devouring, but the misfortune of ten thousand ghosts actually conjured a big mouth on his half-body armor and continued to gobble it up. He had become one with the Doom of All Demons, and the evil spirits that had been swallowed by the Doom of All Demons still had a violent impact on his soul.

His soul could no longer receive the nourishment of these demons, and if the situation worsened, his soul would be shattered and turned into smoke. By then, it may be too late.

Although Tong Yan was reluctant, he had to admit that he had made a mistake. His biggest mistake was not to open his mouth to devour the evil spirits easily, and in doing so, it completely intensified the ghost beast instinct of the evil spirit.

But what else can he do at this moment? Gouging out your own eyes and completely disengaging with the doom of all ghosts? Or do you want to flee here quickly, so that the Doom of Ten Thousand Demons can no longer be devoured?

He didn't have the strength to leave, and even if he gouged out his eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the shackles of the evil spirits.

Perhaps, there is only one last way left, and that is to use the powerful Buddha qi of the Vajra Demon Pestle to seal the doom of all ghosts. But if he succeeds, maybe he will never be able to use the power of the Doom of Ten Thousand Demons in the future.

But what is that? At least he's alive, it's better than being wiped out, right?

Having made up his mind, Tong Yan immediately closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged on the ground with all his might, he put the Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle between his hands, and then recited the six-character Da Ming Mantra.

And as the sound of the Buddhist scriptures was recited, a sharp pain immediately hit him. He didn't care so much, but still insisted silently.

"Hum Boom ......Boom Boom T Hum Ma Mi ...... Hum Ma Mi ......"

He read faster and faster, faster and faster. The roar of the evil spirits and the wails of the demons around him were all left behind his ears.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt a hot stinging pain in his eyes, and then unconsciously opened his eyes.

He never imagined that in front of him, he would ...... There was a tall and mighty golden-bodied Shura with three heads and six arms!

What the hell is going on? Why did this golden-bodied Shura appear in front of him? And where is the world in his eyes? Don't...... Is he dead?