Begin immortality by slaying demons

Xihong, Tengyun Market.

This place was originally a small market for casual cultivators to exchange things.

But recently, the number of people coming and going has suddenly increased, and there are many direct descendants of major forces among them.

The sudden turmoil a few days ago has obviously made many nearby forces deeply vigilant.

The familiar tiger roar is most likely from one of the three great demons in the Haoyue Shuanghu clan. It is just unknown which giant fought with it and what caused the dispute.

The two powerful masters of the Hedao realm will not fight easily, but as long as they fight, it means that the situation in Xihong is likely to change dramatically.

Those who can escape far away will naturally flee, but those who cannot leave for various reasons can only huddle together for warmth like this.

In a room of an inn.

The door is closed.

A cold woman in white sits at the table, staring at the teacup on the table quietly.

Behind her, two young monks with extraordinary bearing stood side by side. Whether in terms of strength or dress, it can be seen that they are the direct descendants of the great sect.

"Uncle Ji, according to the information we have found out, the two powerful masters of the Hedao realm should have just had a little fight and did not cause any trouble to Xihong, which will not affect our request for help."

The Taoist of Lingyue Sect looked more calm.

The Taoist of Wushuang Sect had some sorrow on his face and sighed: "But it is true that we were rejected by the forces of Xihong. I really don't understand. We are all monks. With the great enemy of Dragon Palace in front of us, we don't join forces to resist them, but attack each other continuously. No wonder it makes Xilong Palace so relaxed and has the leisure to take care of Nanhong's affairs."

"I'm serious... If we continue to ask for help like this, I'm worried that they will know the predicament of Nanhong. Not to mention helping us deal with Dragon Palace, they may want to take the opportunity to step into Nanhong and join forces to share a piece of the pie."

The concerns of the Taoist of Wushuang Sect are not unreasonable.

After all, the reason they were here was because the sect they went to ask for help had set their sights on a new force that had a great chance of making a pact with the heaven and earth.

The clan had spent countless years of hard work and finally had the opportunity to transcend the mortal world and join the ranks of the immortal sect with the Hedao realm. Now it seems that it is likely to be in vain.

Becoming a branch of that sect may have become their best ending.

The group of immortal sect cultivators showed the face of the robbers who prey on the weak to the fullest.

The two Taoists couldn't stand it and didn't trust this sect, so they went to other forces. Unexpectedly, they were rejected and sent away from the treasure land just after they expressed their intention.

"The situation over there in Yunhe Sect is not bad, but from what Sister Lin said, it's not that Yunhe Sect itself has any opinions about Dragon Palace, but that Taoist has a good impression of Sister Lin..."

At this point, the Taoists of Wushuang Sect felt a little ashamed.

The dignified Nanhong Seven Sons have now fallen to the point where they have to rely on this method to ask for help.

In fact, the situation is not too bad for now.

The six sect leaders are all powerful giants in the Hedao realm, plus the three major forces such as Baohua Sect, nine Hedao realm masters, even if placed in Xihong, they are not inferior to the behemoth of Xilong Palace.

On the other hand, Nanlong Palace has a total of four Hedao realm dragon sons, plus a dragon king. Even if the Nanlong King has a deep cultivation and can fight one against two, he can only be on par with the Nanhong Seven Sons.

If they really fight, they have no chance of winning.

The problem lies in the West Palace.

The Qi family boss led his troops into Nanhong, which could not affect the overall situation at all. He was afraid that this was just a test. If the reaction of the seven sons was not strong enough, the West Palace alone would have at least eight great monsters comparable to the Hedao!

In these 100,000 years, the West Dragon Palace has really been bloated and its strength is far from what it was before.

In addition, they have a respected status in Xihong, and if they really want to attack the Seven Sons of Nanhong, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Got it."

Sect Master Ji slowly stood up and walked out the door: "You guys continue, I'll go talk to Zixian."

Hearing this, the two Daozi fell silent.

They have a preliminary understanding of Xihong in these days. Senior Zixian may have had a good relationship with Uncle Ji, but now... the other party is the famous Yushan Dragon Concubine.

The person she married is the boss of the Qi family who led the troops into Nanhong.

"It's just a reminiscence."

Sect Master Qingyue shook her head. She really wanted to know what the attitude of the West Dragon Palace was.

If it really comes to a fight to the death, the Seven Sons of Nanhong are not afraid of it.

When it comes to the battle between the Hedao realm, it is not just a comparison of numbers. For example, the group of dragons in the Nanlong Palace... their so-called Hedao realm is not comparable to the level of the Seven Sons Sect Master.

In front of this group of cultivators or demons who have just broken through to the Dao, the six of them can be regarded as cultivators of the older generation.

Ji Jingxi pushed the door open and looked outside with the help of the railing.

She was about to cast a spell to leave this place.

At this moment, her eyes fixed on the young man who was walking out with his followers.

Even though the young man had changed his face and his eyebrows were cold, Ji Jingxi still recognized his identity at a glance.

In the face of the huge gap in realm, even the perfect illusion spell would hardly have any effect.

"Why is he here?"

Ji Jingxi looked at the people next to Shen Yi. Although there were still three people, they were obviously not Su Hongxiu's disciples.

A beautiful woman, a python demon, and they all looked weird, and...

The leader of the Qingyue Sect frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the last little girl with red lips and white teeth. She was wearing an exquisite horse-faced skirt, but it was as black as ink, which made her fair face look a little cold.

Of course, what really puzzled Ji Jingxi was that this well-behaved girl did not have the slightest aura of cultivation, but the two young people next to her who had good cultivation instinctively showed a fearful attitude.

After a moment, Ji Jingxi smiled and sighed, and said jokingly: "It's still as confusing as always."

It would be fine if Sect Leader Shen did not take care of a few Taoists during this trip, but he wandered alone outside, and how did he meet such a bunch of strange people.

But he didn't think that the other party could help him. He was just wandering around, as long as he didn't cause any trouble and was safe.

Sect Leader Shen had such talent, even if he left the Seven Sons of Nanhong, he would definitely be a giant in Hongze in the future.

I just hope that the seven sons can get through this hardship, so that the other clan leaders can also have a chance to see how far the other party will go in the end.

"..."

An Yi followed Shen Yi quietly, and after leaving the inn, she turned her head slightly to look at the second floor.

Then she retracted her gaze and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Shen Yi stopped, sighed, and asked softly.

"Someone is looking at you, no harm." An Yi lowered her head and stared at the tip of her shoes, looking lifeless.

Her address changed from "you" to "Mr.", and finally to "you".

It seemed respectful, but in fact it was different from the awe of other town stones or hall masters, but with an extremely obvious sense of alienation.

Just like her work, as long as Shen Yi asked, she would never disobey, but as long as no one noticed, she would never say a word.

In short, it was just a waste.

For Shen Yi, this kind of thing was absolutely intolerable.

There were only two solutions.

After all, the death calamity has passed now. Just crush her soul and replace it with a Frost Moon White Tiger to take over the position of the West Palace Master. At most, it will consume a million years of demon lifespan to bless the demon soul.

It is a bit expensive, but at least it is comfortable to use.

As for the second method, it is to consume a large amount of demon essence and let this little girl experience the gift of the master.

In the purgatory-like torture, no matter how stubborn the character is, there will always be some improvement.

Maybe...

Thinking of the girl's calmness in the death calamity, Shen Yi also became a little uncertain.

"It's still too poor."

A trace of imperceptible anger flashed across Shen Yi's face.

Even if the fourth calamity is so economical, the remaining demon lifespan is only more than 600,000 years, so it can only be used for the time being.

It made Yu Lan next to him look quite novel. Since she was killed, she has never seen such rich emotions on the master's face... It seems that he suddenly turned from a killing machine into a living person again.

Rather than being angry, it's better to say that he was angry out of shame.

The other party would actually find all kinds of excuses in his heart to convince himself to temporarily give up the idea of ​​dealing with this stubborn little tiger demon.

The reason is that he is in the wrong, but he refuses to admit it.

It looks quite fun.

"Hee." Yu Lan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"..."

Shen Yi's indifferent look back made the beautiful woman tremble, feeling a little aggrieved. She almost forgot that the fierce god in front of her had never been in the wrong to her, and not everyone could enjoy such treatment.

"Be normal." Shen Yi half squatted down, staring at the lifeless little face, and sent a telepathic message: "Destroying your soul is really just a thought of mine."

"You don't keep your word." An Yi didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Huh." Shen Yi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with chills: "Even if I don't keep my word, what can you do?"

"..." An Yi raised her eyes, stared at the young man's face that looked quite indifferent with her calm eyes, and after a moment of silence, she said softly: "You don't keep your word."

Under her clean and pure gaze, the coldness in Shen Yi's eyes gradually faded, his eyes flickered, and then he stood up suddenly, turned around and walked towards the street.

Well, I can't explain it, and the intimidation method I'm good at has also lost its effect.

Now Nanyang Baodi is in danger, including Jiang Qiulan, Wu Daoan Zhu Jue and other senior brothers, as well as old man Chen Qiankun, and Lin Baiwei, who helped me get out of Qingzhou all the way.

Even I have been targeted by the Haoyue Shuanghu clan, and I can't protect myself, and I have to hide my identity and avoid the edge for the time being.

How can I have time to make a gentleman's appointment with a stone?

Although Shen Yi rarely kept his promises during this journey, and even when he made promises, he mostly used words like "try his best", and even when he lied, the other party was always a villain or a demon.

But this was the first time that he broke his promise to others because of his own subjective reasons.

And no matter how hard he tried, he could not find any flaws in the other party to make himself stand on the moral high ground.

"..."

An Yi buried her head again.

She had never been to such a lively place, listening to those loud conversations and laughter, feeling the crowds around her, and felt her whole body stiff to the extreme for a while.

So she stared at the heels of Shen Yi's boots, not daring to miss a step.

Shen Yi glanced back with the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, he remembered that after he killed the dragon in Qingfeng Mountain, he was promoted to a personal general. When he rode a tall horse and passed through Qingzhou City, his face was stiff and numb, and his palms were full of sweat when he held the reins.

He did not stop, but just slowed down his pace a little so that the little thing would not follow so hastily.

"Hiss..."

An Yi bumped into the waist of the young man and rubbed his forehead subconsciously: "Sir, I'm sorry."

Shen Yi pursed his thin lips, feeling the vertebrae that were almost broken. The five fingers hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched, and the veins on the back of his palms exploded, forcibly suppressing the pain.

He looked normal and said indifferently: "It's okay."

Yu Lan and You Chang followed behind and dared not say a word. A great cultivator from the four cities and a tiger demon comparable to the Hedao realm were actually on this long street, living like two mortals.

An Yi nodded repeatedly to apologize, but she caught a glimpse of two monks arguing in a street shop, and then her pace unconsciously slowed down.

They held a gold bracelet with intricate patterns in their hands.

"You only give this much for such a treasure? You might as well just go and rob it!"

"You are raising the price by taking advantage of the matter of the giant in the Hedao realm..."

The two stopped talking suddenly, and saw that the gold bracelet was directly taken away by the breath. They hurriedly looked to the side, but saw that the black-shirted young man did not look away and threw a storage bag over.

Then he left the place without saying a word.

The two looked at the dark red blood stains on the storage bag, and recalled the evil spirit on the man, and suddenly they shuddered all over.

The owner did not even have the courage to open the storage bag to take a look, and hurriedly retreated back to the store.

"I still have a use for that thing, so you can keep it in your mind."

Shen Yi threw the gold bracelet to the little thing. Of course, this thing could not be compared with the magic weapon of the Hedao realm that the other party had worn before, but at least it looked pretty.

Since pretending to be cold and aloof was useless to the West Palace Master, he was too lazy to pretend, and his voice was no longer so stiff: "You should not want to die so much now."

It was a bit ridiculous.

An Yi wanted to die because of the leader of the Haoyue Shuanghu tribe, and now it was still because of the leader that she finally had a little more thought in her heart besides wanting to die.

At least her intention to kill the other party was real.

"You are still useful to me now. I will return the things I promised you in the future. If you want any compensation, we can discuss it at that time."

Shen Yi rarely spoke such a long paragraph at one time.

Under such great pressure, he really didn't have many choices now.

"As for now, follow me, you have no other choice."

Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He had been hiding in this market for many days. Even if the Frost Tiger tribe leader was still waiting outside, he could not stay any longer.

Of course, going out and wandering around now to plunder the lifespan of demons would be no different from seeking death.

After all, An Yi is the master of the West Palace. She will not make any mistakes when it comes to life and death. But even if she is really strong and has a strong murderous intention when facing the tribe leader, she is still not his opponent.

Even if the demon's lifespan is not sufficient, she can only go back to the Moving Mountain Sect first and then go to see the nameless mountain.

"..."

An Yi silently looked at the bracelet in her palm, and her eyes suddenly became much more complicated, as if she remembered a lot of things.

For her, even if she hated that man, the golden bracelet magic weapon was the only thing that accompanied her in the past 100,000 years.

For some reason, An Yi really felt that Shen Yi understood her very well. Whether it was the exhaustion from the torture, or her attitude towards the Frost Tiger Clan Leader, including the subtle glance at the gold bracelet just now, Shen Yi knew everything... He just didn't bother to show it.

"I--"

She looked up and wanted to say something, but saw that Shen Yi had already turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

An Yi exhaled lightly, put the gold bracelet of not very high quality on her round wrist, and then turned into a stream of light and followed.

There are too many people around here!

...

Xihong, Banshan Sect.

Behind the mountain outside the main hall of the inner sect.

The thin old man still sat cross-legged by the spring, looking exactly the same as before, but he no longer felt like a stone sitting on the ground.

For the giants of the Hedao realm, there is only one reason for this phenomenon, that is, the heart is confused.

At the beginning, the three-day agreement was solemnly made, but later it was changed to ten days, and then to thirty days.

Until now, every time he saw Yan Chongzhang's face, which was so frightened but couldn't help but tiptoe to ask, the leader of the Banshan Sect had the urge to slap him.

Get out!

How could he know where the kid surnamed Shen had gone, and it was even more impossible for him to understand why the nameless mountain that he and others had been thinking about was abandoned by the other party and was located so desolately in the Banshan Sect.

People don't go to the mountain, but the mountain comes to people... But this guy is still playing missing.

He is simply a heartless and unfaithful man.

The leader of the Banshan Sect closed his eyes and was about to adjust his mood, but he heard the familiar footsteps again.

He slowly clenched his palms.

"Oh... Master..."

Hearing the sound of bones cracking, Yan Chongzhang subconsciously stopped and said embarrassedly: "Master, I didn't intend to ask what Shen Xiaoyou meant."

A month had passed, and he could see that his master had no plans now, and was just holding on. Yan Chongzhang didn't take his master's instructions seriously.

As a Daoist, being too close to the giants of the Hedao Realm would make him more aware that they were not the incarnations of heaven and earth as imagined by others, but also cultivators, but with stronger strength and less mystery.

"Then why are you here?" The Banshan Sect Master looked back unhappily.

Hearing this, Yan Chongzhang's face suddenly became much more serious, and he sighed, "I hope that Shen Xiaoyou will forget about the Banshan Sect for the time being... Pan Boyang from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect came to visit the sect and has already arrived outside our sect."

"Pan Boyang?" The Banshan Sect Master thought for a moment, and then said, "The kid who ranked 39th in the Dao Bing Lu?"

For the Baiyujing cultivator, being able to make the giants of the Hedao Realm remember his name is itself a proof of strength.

Of course, this does not mean that the Banshan Sect Master is too idle.

These great sects' geniuses may have the possibility of combining with the treasure land at any time. Once they achieve a breakthrough, with the accumulation of these people, their strength may directly surpass these old guys.

"It's him. It was him who offended Shen Xiaoyou last time... but he doesn't know Shen Xiaoyou's identity."

Yan Chongzhang frowned, feeling a little headache: "I have sent down the order, asking my sect's disciples and elders not to mention anything about Shen Xiaoyou again. The three Nanhong Daozi are all smart people, and they should not let it slip. I'm just afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? He hasn't come for 30 days. Can he come in the next few days? He can come or not!"

The Banshan Sect Master was obviously a little hypocritical, but after all, he was a figure who combined with the treasure land. He quickly suppressed his emotions and said lightly: "The Wuliang Daohuang Sect has been too powerful recently, and there are too many forces that want to cling to them. It may not be a good thing for us to rush in. You can treat him as you like and send him away casually."

"I'm just afraid that he is here to ask for punishment." Yan Chongzhang said softly.

"Did you offend him?" The leader of the Banshan Sect looked sideways.

"That's not the case--" Yan Chongzhang was interrupted by his master's sneer before he finished speaking.

"Even if he offended him, what's the matter? If you want to blame my Banshan Sect, he is just a junior, is he qualified? Please straighten your spine for me, I really feel embarrassed now."

"I... I understand."

Yan Chongzhang pondered for a moment, and a little helplessness appeared on his face. Everyone praised him for his calmness, so much so that even looking at Shen Xiaoyou a little more before would make Elder Yang frightened.

But being calm and calm, he gradually lost a lot of his edge.

Looking at Su Hongxiu of the Tianjian Sect again, her strength may not be much stronger than his own, but the sharpness of her body made Yan Chongzhang's eyes hurt.

He rubbed his face hard and turned to go outside the sect.

Outside the Banshan Sect.

On the top of the giant pillar that connects the heaven and the earth, a magnificent landscape slowly unfolds.

In the Wuliang Dao Palace, there is also a cushion.

But compared to before, the figure sitting on top has become extremely solid, and the facial features are clearly visible.

This direct disciple from the top power in Hongze finally descended in this remote place in Xihong in the form of a real body for the first time.

The same Dao Palace, the same landscape.

But the majestic momentum exuded from it is more than ten times higher than before!

The man looked down with a cold look in his eyes, and his breath was obviously a little empty, as if he had suffered some trauma.

But his voice was as strong and loud as ever, like a huge bell resounding in the sky: "Wulian Daohuang Sect, the ninth branch sect, the direct disciple Pan Boyang, is here to visit the sect!"

"Yan Chongzhang, why don't you come out to greet him quickly?"

This act of naming names obviously had a bad taste.

But whether it is his name or the Wuliang Daohuang Sect behind him, they are enough to support him to run rampant in Xihong.

For this group of Beihong monks, hiding their identities is the most foolish behavior. No one will know if they are killed.

Only by showing off their Daohuang Palace in a swagger can they have a smooth journey!

No one else dares to covet even a little bit!