Begin immortality by slaying demons

Tick-tock.

Dark red blood plasma dripped onto the ground along the blade of the gun, spread out of the hall along the gaps in the stone bricks, and then turned into a faint blood mist in the clear water waves.

Shen Yi pulled the dragon spear out of the fair and slender neck of the beautiful woman.

The woman's face was full of incredible fear. She could not understand until her death that someone could swagger into her palace, crush her son's chest, and then stab him with a simple and neat shot.

She was not an ordinary water monster, but the legal wife of the Sixth Prince, known as the Dragon Concubine.

The guards guarding the palace, her brother who was comparable to Bai Yujing, and the Sixth Prince seemed to have disappeared, and no one cared about what was happening here.

Is this still the Dragon Palace called the Lord of Nanhong?

"..."

Su Hongxiu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

It was agreed to kill its whole family.

She even had the spiritual method ready, but she had no chance to do it.

Logically speaking, when the two came in, the guards should have rushed in, but until now, the whole hall was still empty, and there was a dead silence outside.

She looked outside the hall with some doubts.

Then her pupils shrank slightly.

I don't know when, the thick blood mist has enveloped the whole hall, like a huge mouth that chooses people to devour, and like a monster with a hideous and exaggerated shape.

In the blood mist, corpses floated into the hall.

Until dozens of corpses filled the door of the hall, among which there were even three great demons of the twelfth level of returning to the void.

Then, a stream of light came and quickly drilled into Shen Yi's eyebrows.

At this time, the blood mist outside was slowly diluted and dispersed by the water.

"Huh."

Su Hongxiu loosened the spiritual method on her fingertips, and she suddenly realized something.

Sect Master Shen has the means to control puppets, but the other party has never said that he only has one spiritual puppet... Just look at the streams of light just now, there are at least seven or eight.

Of course, even if the seven or eight spiritual lights were all at the twelfth level of Return to Void, and even comparable to the spirit puppets of Bai Yujing, it would not be enough to make Su Hongxiu pale in comparison.

What really surprised her was that she did not feel any fluctuations in the breath at all.

When the spirit puppets were killing the monsters, they were able to suppress their breath to the extreme, and even cover up their own soul perception.

A group of "killers" with such strength and ghostly appearance.

This is a bit scary.

[Remaining lifespan of monsters: 2,233,000 years]

It took a full 1,770,000 years to condense the Zhenshi, which almost exhausted Shen Yi's foundation, but in a blink of an eye, not only did it make up for the consumption, but even more.

"Anything else?"

Shen Yi adjusted his mood, turned sideways and looked at the woman, his attitude was much gentler.

"..."

Su Hongxiu looked at the bloody palms of the young man, and then quietly glanced at the kindness in the other's expression, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The more you kill, the better your mood?

This is not the mentality of a cultivator of the Immortal Sect... not to mention that the other party is the Sect Master.

Su Hongxiu wanted to remind him, but felt that her identity was not appropriate, so she could only shake her head and said, "It should be gone."

When setting up the ambush, this grandson of the Seventh Dragon did not borrow the manpower of the Dragon Palace. He only brought his own generals and the demons of his mother's clan. Let alone the Heavenly Sword Sect, even if the master came in person, the revenge for this matter could only go so far.

This is the rule of Nanhong.

As long as the Seventh Son and the Dragon Palace have not completely torn their faces and decided to fight for life and death, they must follow the rules, and the giants of the Hedao Realm are no exception.

"Okay."

Shen Yi lightly nodded his chin, put away the arc of his lips, and returned to his previous calm appearance.

It's not easy to pull the banner of the Alliance Sect.

It ends here, and it always feels a bit regrettable.

It would be great if the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Dragon Palace could fight to the death.

However, judging from the current situation,

Even if the Seven Sons of Nanhong only faced the Nanlong Palace, they should not have a crushing advantage, not to mention that there are only six sons in fact. Without the once most powerful Nanyang Sect, their strength must have been reduced.

For the time being, they should not do such a self-destructive thing.

Moreover, if the Meng Sect is really gone.

Nanyang Sect will definitely not be able to be preserved.

"Let's go."

Shen Yi retracted his gaze, waved slightly, and put the corpses on the ground into the ring.

Then he sacrificed the black light flying sword and disappeared into the water without looking back.

As for the savings in this hall, Shen Yi did not make a very ugly appearance. After all, he killed the monster himself. If he took the things together, wouldn't the responsibility be all on his Nanyang Sect.

For the time being, it is more appropriate to put this pot on the head of the Tianjian Sect.

"..."

Su Hongxiu was stunned and a little surprised. She always felt that she was silent more times today than in the past few decades.

Is the speed of this Sect Master Shen changing his face a little too fast?

Also, did the other party come here just to enjoy the pleasure of killing?

This is a bit too ridiculous.

Thinking of this, she shook her head and glanced at the pile of rubbish in the hall.

She also walked out of the hall.

As a Baiyujing cultivator, there are very few things in the world that can catch her eye.

Until the two figures disappeared in the water.

Only the complete hall with a strong smell of fishy smell was left.

Without touching any treasure, it seems that they came only for killing, and left after killing, which made the surrounding aquatic creatures who dared to approach after a long time stunned.

...

Nanyang Sect, inner gate.

After a period of adjustment, the Thousand Demon Cave has completely turned into a place of cultivation with a fairy atmosphere.

With the help of the Yu family, all the places that needed to be repaired were repaired.

Li Qingfeng contacted several forces including Daqian and began to select talented people to be admitted to the outer sect, and many Return to Void Deacons personally taught the law.

The good news is that he was worried about whether there would be any trouble when so many unfamiliar forces entered the sect.

As a result, these forces had seen some terrible scenes before, and they were more honest than each other. Even when they saw the natives of Nanyang, they were quite polite even if the other party's cultivation was low.

It seemed that he was afraid of those incarnation cultivators. The next moment, he took out a several-story high purple qi palace from his eyebrows, added the spirit body method, and summoned two spirit puppets...

The bad news is that the sect master disappeared.

"Can you give me a definite answer, when will the sect master come back?"

Li Qingfeng accompanied Xuanqing. If he said that he wanted to cheer up this wooden man before, now he just wanted to find a dumb person to complain and vent the pressure in his heart.

There is only a month left before the Seven Sons Conference.

The Sect Master has not even been seen, let alone preparing anything.

"How about asking the deacons to go out and look for him?"

"He's back."

Xuan Qing suddenly interrupted the other party's chatter.

"What?" Li Qingfeng was stunned.

"The Sect Master is back." Xuan Qing repeated softly, then stood up and walked out of the door, looking up at the void, with a little incomprehension on his face, and the whole person froze in place, as if he had turned into a piece of wood again.

The breath that just passed through the sky even made this Tianjiao, who had dominated his peers for tens of thousands of years, feel a little surprised.

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng hurriedly followed and also walked out of the Patriarch's Hall, looking around and said: "Where is he?"

As if responding to his question.

In an instant, a sudden light red color appeared on the sky curtain of the inner gate of Nanyang Sect, like the sunset glow. As the distance from the mountain peak got closer, the red color became more and more intense, until it turned into a blood-like ocean, in which stood a magnificent eight-story palace.

The Wuliang Demon Palace was like a sharp sword, trying to break through the clouds and see the scenery behind the clouds.

"It's true."

Xuan Qing murmured and came back to his senses. What he just sensed was the breath of the late stage of returning to the void.

Between the scarlet Taoist palaces, the purple air without any impurities was slightly rippling, so pure that it attracted people to stop instinctively.

The next moment, the sound of crackling spread throughout the inner gate of Nanyang Sect.

Six thick Taoist pillars stood up out of thin air, and as the stone skin peeled off, lifelike demon reliefs were revealed on them.

Each one was extremely fierce, as if it had the ability to overturn the rivers and seas.

Those cultivators who had joined Nanyang Sect not long ago, such as the worshipers of Shuiyue Merchant Alliance, even recognized many familiar faces.

After all, they were cultivators in the late stage of returning to the void, and they were well-known figures outside.

But at this moment, they all looked pale.

The Dao pillars that the sect master visualized were actually the group of top monsters with a great reputation in Nanhong!

Each one could make the forces outside the Immortal Sect tremble.

It was hard for them to imagine that there would be cultivators who chose to visualize such things, and they could be so vivid that even the details on the scales were exactly the same, which made people wonder if the sect master was lying on them while they were asleep.

This was too bold.

The crackling sound became more and more intense, and then it turned into a roar like a huge bell.

As the stone skin completely fell off, supported by six first-grade Dao pillars, the Wuliang Monster Palace suddenly built another layer up.

Then the humming sound turned into a fairy music that resounded through the sky. There seemed to be cranes walking in the clouds. At the end of the scarlet sky, a thick and rich purple cloud rose and slowly swept towards the Demon King's Palace.

"Huh."

Xuan Qing closed his eyes.

The nine layers of returning to the void, all the heavenly palaces, the heaven and earth celebrated.

Before today, among the seven sons of Nanhong, this was a legend that belonged to one person.

From this moment on, this honor no longer belonged to him, Xuan Qing.

Even though it was expected and he had experienced a long time to temper his mind, Xuan Qing still felt a little lost.

But when this loss disappeared, a strong excitement burst out from the wooden body.

Nanyang Sect, alive!

If it weren't for sitting for too long, Xuan Qing would even have the urge to roar at this moment.

This 100,000 years of torture.

What Xuan Qing thought about day and night was to go back to the day before he broke through the perfection of Return to Void, suppress the impulse in his heart, walk this path of cultivation more steadily, and no longer provoke those troubles.

He led Nanyang Sect step by step again.

However, time is something that can never be reversed.

He never thought that he would see Nanyang Sect alive again one day.

Moreover, with the blessing of the purple energy he offered, the path of the sect master was even more stable than that of himself back then, and he could also replace him and satisfy his wish.

The only thing that was a bit unpleasant was... today's scene of heaven and earth gifting was much greater than when he broke through the ninth level of Return to Void.

Thinking of this, Li Xuanqing smiled.

"Xuanqing has nothing to celebrate, only a broken body is left."

The wooden man suddenly spoke, which made Li Qingfeng, who was dazed beside him, feel something was wrong, and turned his head subconsciously: "Senior, you..."

Sure enough, Xuanqing's body began to tremble slightly.

His expression was extremely calm: "Today, I will use this body to pave the way for my Nanyang Sect Master!"

As soon as the words fell, a trace of purple air peeled out of his body again.

Compared with the previous times, Li Xuanqing's movements this time were very slow and more difficult, as if he was extracting his last bit of life.

Even the face carved out of wood showed visible pain.

"Are you serious?"

Li Qingfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pounced on him and pressed Li Xuanqing to the ground.

He was the Nanyang native who followed Shen Yi the most, and he knew best who helped the Sect Master to have so much time to grow.

According to his understanding of Shen Yi, if the other party knew about it, he would never accept this thing.

But the moment he really pressed Xuanqing to the ground, Li Qingfeng's fingertips trembled.

In the Spiritualization Realm, being able to hold down a Return to Void Realm cultivator was extremely strange.

The purple air spread through Li Qingfeng's body and spread behind him.

At this moment, it seemed as if a breeze rolled in from the sky.

It carried the purple air and poured it back into Li Xuanqing's wooden body.

The familiar plain voice sounded in the ears of the two.

"I appreciate your kindness."

"..."

Li Xuanqing lay on the ground, silent for a long time, and finally showed a hint of irritability, which was his demeanor since he reappeared in Nanyang.

He seemed to be always gentle and calm, as if he had no temper at all. Even though Li Qingfeng was noisy in his ears every day, he never said a harsh word.

Perhaps everyone has forgotten how arrogant Li Xuanqing's personality is.

He let out a long breath and whispered: "I have seen everything I should see. I have really lived enough."

The expected thing has happened. There is no point in living on, except to torture myself.

The breeze in the sky was also silent for a moment.

Then he whispered: "I haven't heard your story yet, bear with it."

As soon as these words came out,

Li Qingfeng suddenly felt the wooden man under him tremble all over, and then the dull eyes were filled with complexity and fear.

Xuan Qing's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He realized something.

Shen Yi didn't seem to be another Xuan Qing given to Nanyang Sect by the mercy of heaven and earth, a sect master with a calm mind, extraordinary talent, and who led Nanyang Sect to move forward steadily again.

The other party was not the second Xuan Qing, he was Shen Yi, the unique Shen Yi.

A young man who dared to kill the general of the Dragon Palace in the middle stage of returning to the void, and was more arrogant than himself in the past.

On the top of the mountain of the inner gate of Nanyang Sect.

Shen Yi took back his soul. He was greedy, and what he greeded most was life, and he didn't want to die.

But not wanting to die doesn't mean being afraid of death.

He also hoped that on the premise of ensuring his own survival, he could also let those who showed kindness to him try to survive together.

This kind of thing is too hot to hold.

Shen Yi shook his head and cast his eyes to the sky again... There was a little helplessness in his clear eyes.

Probably last time, when the heaven and earth were giving the purple qi, it hadn't finished yet, and I had intercepted the purple qi in advance.

This time, the heaven and earth obviously wanted to make up for the face they lost last time.

A fairy music has not been finished yet, as if there is something wrong with the brain, look at that stingy.

Fortunately, it is not a breakthrough on the battlefield, and there is still plenty of time, otherwise I will inevitably have to slap it again.

These six Taoist pillars are the generals of the previous turtle army who have returned to the twelfth level.

In addition, from the mother clan of Ke Laoqi, three more big monsters that can be condensed into top-level first-grade stone-suppressing stones were obtained.

"That's enough."

Shen Yi looked at the Taoist Palace again. If Wu Jun and the flesh-winged silkworm were counted, he was very sure that he could forge the tenth level of the Return to the Void in one breath, and it was most likely the Heavenly Palace.

But he was not in a hurry.

Compared with a direct breakthrough, these two big monsters can still play a greater role for the time being.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi summoned Wu Jun.

Then he took out three corpses, two golden-patterned turtle generals who had returned to the perfect state of emptiness, and the old turtle who was comparable to Baiyujing.

As his mind moved slightly.

The three powerful demon corpses quickly turned into a sea of ​​blood and poured into Wu Jun's body. The rich blood power in it was daunting.

This can be seen from the previous fight between the Taoist of Tianjian Sect and the water tribe.

Although they were both Baiyujing, the gap was also very obvious.

If Su Hongxiu successfully opened the second fairy city, I am afraid that she would not be needed at all, and the opponent could easily kill all the demons present.

Perhaps after eating this demon corpse, Wu Jun can also be promoted to a similar level?

While Wu Jun absorbed the demon corpse.

Shen Yi summoned the flesh-winged silkworm and the densely packed corpses of the same clan.

Although the quality was much worse, it could not withstand the large quantity.

This is the true meaning of devoting all the power of the whole clan to support a peerless genius.

Two stone guards, one on the left and one on the right, protected Shen Yi.

They all sat cross-legged, absorbing the vast blood power.

Day and night rotate.

When the sun rose in the east, Wu Jun finally opened his eyes, followed by the flesh-winged silkworm. Even though they were stone guards, both of them still had demonic energy quietly emanating from them.

The two were of similar strength.

That was the terrifying demonic energy that Shen Yi had never seen before.

"If the Taoist of the Tianjian Sect opened two immortal cities, can you beat her?" Shen Yi looked sideways, with a little curiosity.

What surprised him was that even with such a huge improvement, the two demons still remained calm. After thinking for a moment, they hesitated and said, "Reporting to my lord, if we work together, we have about a 20% chance of winning."

"Such a big difference?" Shen Yi was a little surprised.

Wu Jun closed his mouth, feeling a little ashamed. The flesh-winged silkworm had a wider range of knowledge and said humbly, "My lord, you don't know. Although it is the same city, the Taoist soldiers taken out are very different."

"Like Su Hongxiu, she had built a seven-story heavenly palace when she returned to the void. Therefore, the soldiers taken out from Longhan City were also Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers. I don't know what was taken out from Chiming City, but at least they were Qingluan Immortal Soldiers."

"This is not comparable to other Baiyujing cultivators."

"If it is an ordinary Baiyujing cultivator who opened two cities, the kind with spiritual weapons, I can deal with it alone."

Hearing this, Shen Yi looked at his own purple-filled Wuliang Demon Palace.

He suddenly felt a little fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately, it was not like before, no matter what, just break through the realm first.

It turns out that Baiyujing has so many theories.

"How many cities are there in total?"

Shen Yi looked at the two monsters again, but got completely different answers.

"Three."

"Four."

Wu Jun and the flesh-winged silkworm looked at each other and frowned slightly, obviously thinking that they were right.

At this time, a weak voice came from Shen Yi's eyebrows.

"Reporting to my master, there are five immortal cities in total, which can also be called five disasters, representing birth, aging, illness, death, and suffering. Only cultivators who have survived the heavenly disaster can transform from mortals to immortals and reach the realm of unity."

"It's just that not every cultivator has the opportunity to survive the five disasters. Most cultivators, due to their weak foundation when returning to the void, can't see the next few cities at all."

"Even if you are lucky and break through the unity realm, you can only be regarded as a pseudo-immortal."

Although Ke Shisan's realm is low, his knowledge is obviously much higher than these two monsters.

He said hurriedly: "If you want to talk about evidence, there was a cultivator in Nanhong who saw the fifth Yankang Immortal City, but he was unable to open it in the end. This person happened to be from your Nanyang Sect, called Xuanqing, that is, the Taoist who killed the dragon."

Heavenly tribulation.

How come the disaster is like a good thing in the mouth of this grandson of the dragon.

It actually depends on the qualifications and background, otherwise you are not qualified to experience the tribulation?

It's outrageous.

Shen Yi stood up and looked in the direction of the Patriarch Hall.

Then again, the rumors about this former Nanyang Taoist are really everywhere.

The title of Taoist who killed the dragon sounds rustic.

But don't forget... this is Hongze.

With the four major dragon palaces sitting in, minions all over the land and water, it can even be said that Hongze covers the sky with one hand.

There are cultivators who dare to go out with this title, and even live to this day. The degree of horror is simply indescribable.

"Huh."

Thinking of this, Shen Yi put away several stone statues and flew towards the direction of the ancestral temple.

Then he landed at the door of the temple.

He used his eyes to signal the panicked Li Qingfeng to leave first.

Shen Yi tidied his clothes and then squatted in front of the wooden man lying horizontally. Xuan Qing closed his eyes, as if he was cut off from his ears and eyes, and seemed to have no life.

"..."

Shen Yi cleared his throat, stretched out his hand to the other party, and said calmly: "Hello, Taoist Zhanlong."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Qing suddenly trembled all over again, and his dead body finally moved, like an ostrich, turning his head and burying it in the ground.

"What's wrong with you, Zhanlong..." Shen Yi's expression did not change.

Xuan Qing clasped Shen Yi's arm with a palm, interrupting his words, and then quickly stood up and walked towards the temple in silence.

The pace became faster and faster, as if he wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

It turns out that there are things in this world that are more terrible than death.