A Demon’s Path

That young city lord's cultivation was not very high, but he escaped quite fast.

Even if Qingzhaolong's blue beast is a five-soul purple-level beast, chasing the young city lord still seems a little bit more than enough.

Qing Zhaolong knew that he didn't have much time, and only wanted to kill this guy as quickly as possible, but he didn't realize that when the young city lord ran away, he didn't seem to use his full strength.

One person and one dragon flew in the sky one after the other for nearly half an hour.

Qing Zhaolong only felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and his vision became more and more blurred.

"Kill him, I must kill this guy..." With this firm thought in his heart, Qing Zhaolong forced his eyes open.

It's a pity that people's beliefs are still no match for the decline of soul power in the end. After chasing for another five minutes, Qing Zhaolong's beast body shrinks rapidly, returning to a human body, and his body floats back to the ground weakly.

"Haha, Qing Zhaolong, you can't run anymore at last." The young city lord stopped, turned to Qing Zhaolong and laughed triumphantly: "Now, just obediently suffer your death."

"Can you... before I die... tell me, this is... why..." Qing Zhaolong said weakly, his face was pale, and the thick black eye bands under his eyes seemed to be exhausted. average.

The Young City Master said viciously: "Qing Zhaolong, if you want to blame, you can blame your Qing family for being too ignorant. You want to join some kind of Blue Sky Alliance. How can your Patriarch give up if you are not allowed to die in the Lan Family's territory?"

"Joining your Blue Sky Alliance, isn't it to strengthen your strength? Why... you refused?" Qing Zhaolong was puzzled.

The young city master snorted and said, "Do you think that people in our Lan family are as old and foolish as our master and yours? What's wrong with taking refuge in the tower of gods and demons? How many crystals is your dignity worth? Money has women, I don't care who is the boss! For our bright future, you, a stumbling block, will die to me!"

The young city master held a machete, and with the sharp soul power of the knife, he slashed towards Qing Zhaolong's neck.

With this knife, it is guaranteed that Qing Zhaolong's head can be cut off from the body without any resistance.

"brush!"

The young city lord originally thought that this knife must be a blow to the head, but he didn't expect that Qing Zhaolong, who had no strength, dodged it.

"How is it possible? He obviously didn't have any soul power just now, how could he still be able to dodge my knife?" The young city lord was horrified, you know, his knife just now has imposed a space blockade, and people without strong enough soul power There is absolutely no way to break through this space blockade and escape this knife.

Qing Zhaolong, who was like a dead fish, stood up again, his fierce eyes were like sharp swords, as if he wanted to stab the opponent into a sieve: "You forgot, I am a pharmacist."

Qing Zhaolong's body exuded a cloud of purple soul power abruptly, and the five soul stones on his neck shone with a breathtaking light.

His strength has returned to the peak of the Purple Rank of the Four Souls!

"Die!" Qing Zhaolong pushed forward with his left hand, and a cyan medicine cauldron with purple light descended from the sky and slammed down on the young city lord's head.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the Young City Lord's mouth, and he looked up at the blue medicine cauldron falling down quickly, with a calm expression on his face.

Seeing the other party so calm, Qing Zhaolong had an ominous premonition in his heart: Is this guy confident?

Sure enough, when the medicine cauldron was about to fall on the young city lord's head, a big hammer burst out of the air and hit the medicine cauldron with a bang, smashing the medicine cauldron into pieces abruptly. shards!

"Do you think that this young city lord has only one hand?" The young city lord looked at Qing Zhaolong and sneered.

Afterwards, around Qing Zhaolong, hundreds of chain soul masters in various costumes were densely surrounded.

Qing Zhaolong took a look at these guys, and understood in his heart that these wild dog-like characters were specially hired to kill him. If the Qing family pursues it in the future, the Lan family will be able to shirk this responsibility completely.

And the Qing family who can't find the murderer will definitely be furious, and will definitely turn against the Lan family at all costs.

Not to mention Qing Zhaolong, even the entire Tianhun Continent knows Qing Yuetong's temperament. She usually kills her own people absolutely unambiguously, but if someone else dares to touch a member of her Qing family, she will definitely torture him to death like crazy.

At that time, if the Qing family wants to make an alliance with the Lan family and the Tiancao sect, then don't even think about mentioning it.

"It's a good plan..." Qing Zhaolong shook his head feebly. In fact, even if he just recovered the strength of the purple level of the four souls, he only relied on the effect of the elixir to return to the light.

His body had already reached the point where the lamp ran out of oil, and the last elixir was just adding some oil to the withered lamp.

Now that the oil is exhausted again, there is only a dead end waiting for Qing Zhaolong.

"Kill him, remember to leave the whole body behind, don't ruin his appearance, otherwise no one will know that Qing Zhaolong died on the territory of the Lan family." The young city lord grinned grimly, and turned towards the group of wild dogs. Chain Soul Master waved his hand.

Those guys were not polite, and they rushed towards Qing Zhaolong like wild dogs snatching food.

Of course, with the special instructions from the young city lord, all the various weapons in their hands greeted Qing Zhaolong's body.

Qing Zhaolong closed his eyes, filled with grief and indignation: Unexpectedly, the closed-door disciple of the dignified Amakusa Sect elder, Ling Xiao, the senior brother of the Amica Sect lord Ling Xiao, and the most promising successor of the Qing family, would die in the hands of these Xiao Xiaoxiao ...

Puchi puchi puchi...

A series of body breaking sounds sounded from Qing Zhaolong's ears, and a wave of hot and fishy liquid splashed on his face. Qing Zhaolong hurriedly opened his eyes to take a look, but during the time he closed and opened his eyes, all those chain soul masters who wanted to kill him just now turned into incomplete corpses and scattered on the ground!

The young city lord's face changed drastically, and he turned around to flee, a wide palm grabbed his throat, lifting his whole body like a chicken.

"Ling Xiao?!" Qing Zhaolong rubbed his eyes, afraid that his eyes would be blurred.

"Senior brother, I'm shocked." Qing Zhaolong didn't make sure that he was right until he heard Ling Xiao greet him with a smile.

Qing Zhaolong looked like a child who had been wronged a lot, with a gloomy and resentful expression on his face: "You came here now, if you were later, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see your brother and me."

Ling Xiao laughed and said, "Senior brother, actually, I came earlier. But if I show up too early, that idiot Lan Baotang will not call himself out."

Qing Zhaolong's already fragile body was hit mentally by Ling Xiao again, and he almost fell asleep, but the anger that was regarded as a bait made Qing Zhaolong barely support himself to stand upright .

He asked Ling Xiao angrily: "You actually used me as a bait, don't you think you are too much?"

Ling Xiao giggled strangely and said, "No way, it's your grandma who told me that you are a bait, and asked me to protect you on the basis of extracting useful information as much as possible."

Seeing Qing Zhaolong's astonished expression, Ling Xiao nodded seriously, and continued: "You heard me right, this is what your grandma said. Moreover, it is to protect you while extracting useful information, not to protect you Extract useful information on the basis of protecting you."

This time, Qing Zhaolong fainted completely and became unconscious. Before fainting, Qing Zhaolong even wanted to die.

Ling Xiao ordered Qing Zhaolong to be protected, walked up to Lan Baotang, the young city lord, and said coldly, "Now, I can take your body back to Lanmo City."

Lan Baotang fell into Xiong Xiao's hands, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from Xiong Xiao's big hand. Afterwards, he watched in horror as Ling Xiao held an iron broom in his hand, swung it up unceremoniously, and smashed it at his head...

Lan Boming, the lord of Lanmo City, was in a mess. My son went out to do an important matter, why hasn't any news come back up to now, could something have happened?

Just when he was feeling uneasy, a messenger ran in from outside the hall in a panic and stammered, "The city lord... something is wrong..."

"What's going on? Tell me clearly!" Lan Boming jumped up suddenly. He was more nervous than anyone else. He asked the messenger to explain clearly, but he himself panicked first.

"The young city lord...he...his body was thrown...outside the city lord's mansion..." the orderly said out of breath, but when Lan Boming heard the word corpse, It has already rushed out towards the outside.

There are many people around the city lord's mansion, some of them are city residents watching the excitement. They stood far away from the periphery, wanting to get a closer look, but also afraid that they would suffer disaster if they suddenly moved too close. Their faces were filled with curiosity and they stretched their necks as if they were Ducks eating in front of the trough.

Of course, most of the people surrounding the city lord's mansion were soldiers from Lanmo City. They surrounded the young city lord's body and the people who threw the young city lord's body outside the city lord's mansion, their eyes full of vigilance and fear.

They knew the person who threw back the young city lord's body. It was Ling Xiao, the leader of the alliance between the Lan family and the Tiancao sect.

These soldiers had also seen the video of Ling Xiao killing one hundred thousand enemies with a single knife, and now seeing him with their own eyes, they suddenly discovered that the sense of coercion Ling Xiao himself gave them was even more terrifying than in the video.

Ling Xiao let these soldiers surround him, staring straight at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, treating those soldiers as air.

Behind Ling Xiao, a guy with red hair and a red beard stared at the soldiers with big, round eyes.

The soldiers were frightened by the red beard, and unconsciously stepped back half a step, their hands holding the spears trembling slightly.

"Leader Ling Xiao, you are so majestic!" A voice with a cold tone came from the city lord's mansion, and then the city lord Lan Boming appeared outside the city lord's mansion.

Ling Xiao sneered: "It's just in time, the corpses of father and son will go to Lan's house with me!"