Begin immortality by slaying demons

A breeze blew across the mountainside.

In front of the smooth stone wall, a figure quietly appeared.

Yan Xingkong dragged his unconscious right leg and covered his stomach with force. Until now, his whole face could not stop twitching. Just after taking two steps, he spurted out another mouthful of blood: "Pfft."

He wiped the corners of his mouth, and there was horror in his eyes.

As early as when he was in Tingyang County, Yan Xingkong discovered that among the people chasing him, there was an extremely young and unfamiliar face. He should be a demon hunter who had just come out to practice.

The Demon Suppressor probably thought he was still having fun, so he didn't treat it as a serious matter at all.

They all chased them to the demon territory, and the young man actually followed them.

Yan Xingkong then decided to come forward and remind the other party that this time was completely different from the past.

Unexpectedly, he got a knee as soon as he showed up.

The terrifying power contained in it almost made him think he had bumped into a demon comparable to the Perfect Condensation Pill.

"Well done! Well done!"

Yan Xingkong came back to his senses from the severe pain. Not only was he not angry, but there was even more ferocity in his eyes.

He made a strange finger sign on his hand and walked straight into the smooth stone wall.

I saw ripples on the stone wall, but it soon returned to calm, leaving only a few scarlet blood stains on the ground, proving that someone had indeed been here just now.

After about one stick of incense.

Three figures came one after another from the bottom of the mountain, two of them Taoist priests looked puzzled: "The breath has disappeared?"

Xiao Qiangwei frowned slightly, seeing no trace of Shen Yi, and then lowered her eyes to look at the blood stains on the ground.

She walked closer quickly, closed her eyes and felt the breath on her fingertips, then opened her eyes and looked around, and finally focused on the stone wall in front of her.

Reach out and touch it gently.

The next moment, I saw the green-white palm sinking directly into the stone wall.

"Illusion magic circle?" Chunyang Taoist's eyes widened, and there was no trace of the image of an expert from Baiyun Temple.

Taoist Qingjing's face instantly became solemn. A magic circle that could completely cover the aura. How could ordinary wild monsters use such a good thing? It must be the kind of great monster that has been passed down from generation to generation to be so generous.

I was just chasing Yan Xingkong, how did I end up chasing him to a place like this?

He cautiously took half a step back and reminded: "Mr. Xiao, stop your hand quickly. If there is no corresponding magic formula for a magic circle like this, the slightest touch will attract the attention of the demon..."

It is important to regain martial arts, but it is not a joke with your life.

Maybe this was Yan Xingkong's cunning plan, and he deliberately lured himself and others here, hoping to play a trick of using monsters to kill people.

Hearing this, Xiao Qiangwei looked at the blood stains on the ground again.

She didn't think Yan Xingkong would be Shen Yi's opponent, but based on her understanding of Shen Yi, how could someone who dared to enter the Black Stone Pond be blocked by a stone wall?

Thinking of this, she suddenly stepped inside.

"..."

Seeing this, the two old Taoist priests were dumbfounded. They looked at each other with bitterness on their faces, then gritted their teeth and followed in.

They are all Chengdan realm martial artists, but this woman named Xiao is still injured. Baiyunguan takes it as her own duty to subjugate and eliminate demons, so there is no reason to be timid even if a demon takes away her mastery of martial arts.

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The valley is quiet and quiet, and the spring is like jasper.

There are several wooden houses standing beside the spring at the bottom of the valley.

On the cliff peak above, Yan Xingkong was prostrate on the ground, his aura condensing to the extreme. As a bandit leader, this was his special skill.

At this moment, his bloodshot eyes were staring at the window of the wooden house below.

His ears twitched slightly, picking up the faint sounds of conversation across such a long distance.

In the largest wooden house, an old man in white robes sat with his eyes closed. He looked like a fairy. The only strange thing was that the sides of his cheeks were covered with shining feathers.

Next to her was an old woman making tea. She also had a feathered face and a regretful voice: "Ying'er is too willful. If she hadn't lied about something happening to me, she wouldn't have come back to take a look."

The old man sneered and said: "If you are not willful, how can you follow a martial artist to fool around outside? Sister, you and I gave birth to her and raised her, has she ever listened to a word of my advice? It's okay not to want such a girl."

After that, he opened his eyes: "You may not come back, but the red feather must be returned."

Their clan never intermarry with outsiders.

Using secret methods to maintain the purity of the bloodline, only two children are born in one generation, a son and a daughter, and the cycle continues like this, passed down from generation to generation.

Only in this way can we ensure that each generation can condense Qing Ling and Red Ling.

Kong Ying was destined to marry his brother, but he ran away from the valley willfully and went to Qingzhou to marry a martial artist. This was simply treason and would completely cut off the roots of their lineage.

The old man became more and more angry as he talked, and simply stood up: "On the contrary, I feel that I have failed my son and have to share the same wife with that ordinary man. It is simply a shame and a great humiliation."

At this moment, the old woman suddenly looked out doubtfully: "Someone broke into the valley?"

As they spoke, their eyes instantly turned cold. A moment later, a ferocious smile appeared on the old man's face: "I originally thought about waiting for a breakthrough before going to Qingzhou to pick off his head, but I didn't expect that this kid was sensible and took the initiative. Come and die."

"Jing'er, take good care of your sister, I heard that boy has great agility." The old woman reminded her indifferently.

As he finished speaking, the small door of the wooden house next door creaked open.

The young man with a gloomy face slowly stepped out of the house. He was dressed in a luxurious and impressive feather coat. He rolled up his sleeves and his arms were covered in blood.

He stretched out his hand to play with a beautiful red feather between his fingers, and the corners of his lips curved: "No need."

In the room behind him, there was a large peacock lying on the bed. Its beautiful feathers had lost their luster, and its long tail was hanging on the ground. Its eyes were dim, and dried blood stained the huge bed surface red. It was obviously dead. It's been a while.

The two old men walked out of the house and glanced over there. They were a little surprised, but they didn't say much: "Look at you, you can't do it cleanly."

"When Yingmei is alive, I can't be too disadvantaged by serving Yan Xingkong." Kong Jing's eyes were cold, twirling his fiery red feathers, and said sarcastically: "I heard that when she was in Qingzhou, people who Bai Ziming couldn't save will still be able to save her. It is simply ridiculous to ask her to help and use the treasures of our lineage to save the people who suppress the Demon Division."

"There is no need to be resentful. When dad catches Yan Xingkong for you, you can take a good breath."

The old man stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the mouth of the valley calmly.

He is a demon who has perfected his elixir. Outside of Qingzhou, unless the demon-suppressing general comes personally, there is no one who can move his face.

at the same time.

Xiao Qiangwei and the others passed through the stone wall and finally saw clearly this paradise-like valley.

But only for a moment.

Several people's expressions changed at the same time.

There was no trace of demonic aura on the entire mountain, but the moment he stepped into this place, it was enveloped in a turbulent force.

Big demon! And there’s more than one!

The two Taoist priests swallowed, then clenched their teeth and pinched their sword fingers almost at the same time.

On top of the cliff valley, Yan Xingkong looked at the peacock corpse in the house. His bloodshot eyes were now terrifyingly calm.

He was not surprised because he had already sensed the news of his wife's death.

There was no malice, because those eyes were already filled with murderous intent that was so intense that it was almost substantial, and could not accommodate anything else.

Kong Ying is a demon, and the people here are also demons, and he has never entered Qingzhou. No one would be willing to come all the way to provoke them for the death of another demon.

Zhenmo Division, Baiyun Temple.

This is all the help Yan Xingkong can ask for.

He slowly got up from the ground, put his right hand on the small cloth bag at his waist, and a bright golden long bow appeared in his palm.

The entire bow is extremely thick, and its arms are made of flowing cloud patterns. It is surrounded by a bright sun, and even the bow string is emitting gleaming white light!