Begin immortality by slaying demons

You don't know how high the mountain is when you look at it from a distance, but you only know how difficult it is to climb the rugged mountain road.

After having the experience last time and having the true meaning of Shenyue, I have laid the groundwork.

Shen Yi poured into the demon life essence faster and faster, and the rest time became shorter and shorter.

If it is the first time to climb a mountain, what you feel is vast oppression, as if you are stuck in a quagmire.

His mountain climbing experience this time was that the endless quagmire gathered into a big mountain, and then the mountain shrunk until it was only as big as a palm, and finally suppressed the climber's back fiercely.

The pressure is so overwhelming that one feels as if his soul is about to escape.

And in An Yi's eyes.

Shen Yi was sitting cross-legged outside the low mountain, even her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. Her ink shirt was already soaked and sticky against her skin.

No matter how hard she wiped, she couldn't wipe away the fatigue between the other person's brows.

Until there is light coming from the sky.

Yan Chongzhang had just landed at Wuming Mountain when he saw Elder Yang with a dull face.

The other party's expression reminded him inexplicably of Shen Xiaoyou himself when he visited the mountains last time.

This bold idea made Yan Chongzhang put aside Pan Boyang's affairs for a while, and looked for Shen Yi impatiently.

After seeing that familiar figure.

There was a bit of fear in Yan Chongzhang's eyes: "..."

He knew Wumingshan's love for Shen Xiaoyou, and he was also trying to digest what happened in the last three days. He had finally convinced himself, and now he was doing this again.

How long has it been? One afternoon?

Observing the changes in the other party's appearance, it is obvious that he has gained a lot.

Why, Wumingshan was afraid that he would get tired and stop coming, so he just built a ladder for him?

"Look more open... at least he has observed it in person, and it is not the mountain that has taken the initiative to find him."

Yang Yunheng patted his Daozi on the shoulder and comforted him: "By the way, that person has been sent away?"

"call."

Yan Chongzhang rubbed his temples hard and forced himself to look away from Shen Yi, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be able to help but rush up and strangle the other person's neck.

"Who is this?" He looked at the little girl next to him.

"The little guy brought by Fellow Daoist Shen is quite well-behaved, but has the same personality as him, a little cold."

Yang Yunheng smiled, and then saw the worry in Yan Chongzhang's eyes: "What's wrong? That person surnamed Pan won't want to run wild in our territory."

"That's all, you should be tight-lipped." Yan Chongzhang didn't hide it, and directly told the other party what happened in the main hall: "Fortunately, Xiaoyou Shen gave me another surprise. You can deal with it first, and wait for me to watch the mountain." When it’s over, I’m responsible for sending him away.”

"..."

Yang Yunheng took a deep breath. How could he have imagined that the direct descendant of the Emperor Sect of Infinite Tao could actually say such shameless words and pour dirty water on the Banshan Sect.

However, Xue Yan's name resounds throughout Hongze, so it's better not to offend him.

"I'm going." The old man tapped his chin, and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Yan Chongzhang looked away, but suddenly found that Shen Yi's back stopped trembling slightly.

In an instant, those dark eyes slowly opened, and a tall stone tablet was reflected in the deep pupils, with only the word "Zhenyue" written clumsily on it.

[Hedao (zhen). Zhenyue method: not yet started]

[Remaining demon lifespan: 230,000 years]

"Is this... the end?"

Yan Chongzhang was stunned in place. After so many years of climbing, he had not fully seen the Zhenyue method. He had only practiced it to the introductory stage, which made him famous in Xihong. Now it is so easily remembered by Xiaoyou Shen. among.

Now even if there was no Pan Boyang matter, he couldn't resist the idea of ​​sending Shen Yi away from Banshan Sect.

It's really, really fucking irritating!

Why is this mountain so harsh on this group of monks?

Yan Chongzhang took a few deep breaths, walked up quickly, and took out the treasure pill that had been prepared to nourish the soul: "Little friend Shen, take it quickly, don't damage the foundation."

"Thank you Yan Daozi."

Shen Yi adjusted her mood habitually, tried to keep her expression calm, and said thanks in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, An Yi reached out to take the treasure pill, walked in front of Shen Yi in small steps, silently stretched out her palm, wiped the sweat stains with her sleeves again, and then put the treasure pill into the other person's hand. .

Although I don’t know what Shen Yi went through just now.

But in that gloomy tomb, when I was in the most pain and helplessness, I just wanted someone to touch my head like this.

Therefore, she did this subconsciously.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at this little girl, and suddenly realized that with a Hedao Realm Suppressing Stone protecting her, she seemed to have some foundation.

He closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, his forcibly calmed eyes finally revealed many emotions similar to irritability and resistance.

Who would like to endure the pain of having their spines crushed while climbing the Laoshizi Mountain Road, and it will take nearly 400,000 years to climb.

He now wants to kick this nameless mountain to pieces!

Shen Yi swallowed the Soul-Nourishing Pill with big mouthfuls, looking quite angry, which made Yan Chongzhang look confused. He had never seen Xiaoyou Shen show such an expression before.

What's wrong? Are you having a quarrel with the Wumingshan couple?

Then do you...have a chance?

Yan Chongzhang shook his head, threw away this strange idea, and said tactfully: "I really have something to do and can't accompany you for too long. If you don't have anything else to do, I will send you away first. We will have a chance to get together again. We won't leave until we are drunk."

"Okay."

Shen Yi nodded.

In fact, he had heard the conversation between the two before and roughly guessed what it was.

Although he adhered to the principle of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, Shen Yi also knew the limit. Killing a disciple of Wuliang Daohuang Sect in Banshan Sect would bring a lot of trouble to these cultivators.

He just didn't expect Pan Boyang to be so eager.

Never mind, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"Please come this way."

Yan Chongzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and as usual, he walked towards a small path and led the other party to the outside of the sect.

Shen Yi got up and followed, and An Yi still stared at the heels of his long boots, not leaving his side.

Under the leadership of Yan Chongzhang, the three of them quickly left Banshan Sect.

"My dear Shen, I'm sorry for being so rude this time. Come back next time when you have time. Don't be polite."

Yan Chongzhang led Shen Yi to a very far distance, making sure that there were no cultivators from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect waiting around, which was enough for him to leave safely.

He then reluctantly bowed and said goodbye.

The things that the master taught him at the beginning were of no use today.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Yi held a jade slip in his hand and was not in a hurry to leave.

"My dear, what else do you want to say? Just say it." At this point, Yan Chongzhang was too lazy to do the master's tricks anymore. He didn't like the feeling of mutual conspiracy, and with the look of Shen, he probably wouldn't fall for it.

Shen Yi was about to raise his palm, but he looked back slightly.

Yan Chongzhang also noticed something, his face suddenly changed, and he turned around suddenly.

At the end of the sky, a majestic landscape quickly extended, adding a noisy atmosphere of the city between the blue sea and the sky.

A figure outside the painting passed through the mountains and the Yellow River, and walked through the streets and alleys. The long distance seemed to be within reach under his feet.

Until he stood completely above the two people.

Pan Boyang crumpled up his handkerchief slowly and threw it away, then clapped his hands gently, lowered his eyes and looked down at the two figures below, with a hint of amusement: "As expected of a Taoist from the Banshan Sect, you are really stable. The person I'm looking for is clearly in your Banshan Sect, but you can still act like nothing happened."

"If I hadn't thought too much and left some aura on you, I would have been fooled by you today."

"Excuse me, am I still talking nonsense now?"

Pan Boyang raised an arc at the corner of his lips, but his eyes were extremely cold: "The Banshan Sect agreed to our sect's affairs, but went back on their word, colluded with evil cultivators, and ruined my senior brother Xue's big plan. You'd better think carefully about how to calm my anger now."

It can be seen that this gentleman is not the first time to do something similar. With just a few words, he has put a hat on the Banshan Sect.

"As for you, it's much easier for you."

Pan Boyang cast his eyes on another figure in black shirt and slowly put away his smile: "You just need to be responsible for dying peacefully."

After this person's words.

Yan Chongzhang's breathing became heavier. He never expected that Bei Hong's methods were so advanced that he didn't even notice it.

Now that the matter has been exposed, he can almost foresee how much trouble the Moving Mountain Sect will have. If Pan Boyang's words are true, and the capture of the demon Tianjiao is really related to Xue Yan, then this matter may even affect the master, a giant in the Hedao realm.

Caught in the act.

Even with Yan Chongzhang's rich experience, he didn't know what to do.

Can't... kill this official?

Although this idea is very tempting, and being in the territory of the Moving Mountain Sect, as long as he is really willing to take action, Pan Boyang can be said to be dead.

But since the other party dared to come over swaggeringly, it actually shows that this matter is not feasible.

A disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect who flaunts himself in the streets, his whereabouts are known to everyone. If he dies in Xihong, it is impossible to hide it.

And the Wuliang Daohuang Sect will never let him go lightly in order to ensure their deterrent power.

Under such circumstances, perhaps being forced to live in a corner like the Seven Sons of Nanhong is the best ending for the Banshan Sect.

"Why, seeing the real body of this seat, you dare not be as arrogant as before?"

Pan Boyang stared at Shen Yi, and suddenly found it very interesting to see the other party's silence.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the jade slip in his hand, and the restlessness between his eyebrows became stronger. He whispered: "Close your eyes."

Pan Boyang and Yan Chongzhang were stunned at the same time.

After a moment, Yan Chongzhang realized that this sentence was said to himself.

Close... Close your eyes?

For a Baiyujing cultivator with a soul, this action is no different from covering one's ears and stealing a bell.

But it represents the attitude of Shen Xiaoyou.

First of all, we need to clear the relationship between this matter and Banshan Sect. As for what relationship we need to clear...

Yan Chongzhang turned around suddenly, staring at the young man next to him in shock, and said hastily: "Shen Xiaoyou! Don't be impulsive! Let me discuss it with him again."

Killing a direct disciple of Wuliang Daohuang Sect is definitely not something to be joked about. Moreover, the other party has now come in his true body, and his strength is not comparable to the last time.

"Shut up."

Shen Yi was too lazy to say anything more. He waved his palm slightly and gave Yan Chongzhang a Tianyan 49.

At the moment when this Taoist from the Mountain Moving Sect fell into a stagnation.

He finally raised his eyes and casually swept across the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the sky. There was an inexplicable sense of danger in his calm voice: "I seem to have told you that I don't like people standing up there talking to me."

Listening to these familiar words, looking at the same casual expression on Shen Yi's face.

Pan Boyang finally looked ferocious, no longer as calm as when he talked to Yan Chongzhang before.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

Even though he came in his true body this time, he subconsciously did not sacrifice the chain Taoist soldier.

He just whispered fiercely with a fierce face: "So?"

Shen Yi held the jade slip in one hand, and gently pressed it with his left hand with a little discomfort, in response to the other party.

The perfected Shenyue Method came out boldly.

Before Pan Boyang's face could react, the whole person fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings, and crashed into the water!

He had never expected that the other party would have such a strange method.

He struggled frantically in the deep water, like a big white fish with its lips hooked. He finally stretched out his palm, as if he had grasped the last straw to save his life, and his five fingers suddenly clenched.

In the Jiangshan map on the horizon, a jade ruler covered with red thunder slowly stretched out.

For a moment, the thunder danced wildly, and the sky was reflected in a different color.

Dao Bing Lu 39, Tianyuan Huanlei Ruler.

Unlike the last time, this time it finally appeared in the world in its prime.

It swept into the water like a long red dragon, raising surging waves, as if separating the entire water area.

"Now it's my turn!"

Pan Boyang finally held it in his palm, his heart was at peace, and he roared and smashed part of the invisible mountains on his body, and then he suddenly swept towards the water!

Just when he finally left the water, he failed to return to the Jiangshan map as he imagined.

A long boot lightly stepped on his shoulder. The body in black shirt seemed extremely thin, but under his feet, Pan Boyang felt a more terrifying pressure than before.

Half of his body was submerged in the water, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not leave.

He looked up in horror and met Shen Yi's cold eyes. There was a lack of interest on that handsome face, and he was even too lazy to look at him.

"Go."

Shen Yi took out another jade slip and threw it to An Yi.

Under Pan Boyang's doubtful gaze, the little girl who had no breath at all disappeared in one step.

It was also the fluctuation of breath in that instant that made his whole face distorted, and even deeply doubted his perception.

How is it possible? !

"Get out of my way!"

In fear, Pan Boyang roared, and the Tianyuan Huanlei Ruler in his hand smashed towards the figure on his body!

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of a straight golden knife in Shen Yi's empty left hand.

The blade swept past casually.

The black and gold cut into the red thunder and touched the transparent jade ruler covered with blood.

Crack--

There was almost no turnaround, just like real fine iron hitting a piece of jade, the jade ruler didn't even last a breath, and it was completely shattered into jade pieces all over the sky.

The long knife pierced through Pan Boyang's weak neck.

Puff!

A fresh head flew up just like that!

"..."

Shen Yi felt the warm blood stains on his fingertips slightly, his expression did not change, and he put away the long knife casually.

At this moment, the picture of the mountains and rivers in the sky suddenly rolled down and took away the head that died with eyes wide open in front of him.

Shen Yi looked sideways.

I saw a Taoist in the Jiangshan picture twisting his head without hesitation, then jumping high and catching Pan Boyang's head with his neck.

The next moment, Pan Boyang came back to life on the old Taoist's body, and began to flee frantically in the streets and alleys with a panic on his face.

At the same time, the entire Jiangshan picture quickly rolled towards the Wuliangdao Palace.

"Tsk."

Shen Yi frowned slightly, and he finally knew why this group of Beihong cultivators could be so arrogant.

Apart from the Taoist soldiers, these methods are shocking enough even if they are not immortal methods.

He retracted his gaze and flicked his fingertips at his waist.

There was an exquisite jade pendant hanging there, showing black and white colors, like a yin and yang fish.

At the moment the jade pendant swayed.

A tiger roar turned into an invisible ripple that ran through the entire Jiangshan picture.

This scroll of heaven and earth aura, when touched by the tiger roar, seemed to become a real painting, swallowed by the flames, and melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old Taoist wailed and knelt on the ground, and was swallowed up in an instant.

The head fell again.

Being held in the palm of the slender hand, Pan Boyang's voice was a little hoarse and crying: "I admit defeat! I admit defeat! Brother Taoist, spare my life!"

However, in his bloody and tearful vision, the expression on Shen Yi's fair face was not much different from the last time.

The same calm and decisive.

With the five fingers clenched suddenly!

The fragile head was blasted to pieces.

The field fell into silence again.

Shen Yi washed his palm with his breath, put away Pan Boyang's body, and then removed the Tianyan 49 that had fallen on Yan Chongzhang before.

An Yi had returned to his side without knowing when, and handed over the jade slip in her hand.

Shen Yi walked to the stunned Yan Daozi, put two jade slips in his hands, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Daozi. I have something else to do. Goodbye."

After the voice fell, he did not intend to explain too much, turned around and turned into a purple and white rainbow and fled away.

"Gudong."

Yan Chongzhang finally came back to his senses from the thoughts of cracking Tianyan 49, and stood there blankly until his peripheral vision swept across the still dark red water surface. He seemed to react to something and looked up at the sky in horror.

The sky was clear, and there was no shadow of the Wuliangdao Palace.

"Little friend Shen..."

Yan Chongzhang suddenly felt his heart beating faster and faster, and even a little absent-minded.

He instinctively raised the jade slip in his hand and nervously immersed his soul into it. When he saw the content clearly, his eyes became more and more distracted.

The first jade slip contained what he had always dreamed of, a complete set of Zhenyue Methods!

As for the second jade slip, the shock it brought to him was no less than the first one.

It was a simple picture.

The golden-patterned black knife easily broke the Tianyuan Fantasy Thunder Ruler, as easily as smashing a piece of tofu, and then cut off Pan Boyang's head neatly.

The contents of this jade slip did not record the face of the person who did it, but it was enough to prove a lot of things.

For example, such a powerful Taoist soldier must have nothing to do with the Moving Mountain Sect.

In addition, the distance was so far, Pan Boyang had no power to resist, and the Moving Mountain Sect could not lend a hand, and only had time to record some information about the murderer...

Although there were still many loopholes.

But in a flash, this might have been the limit of what Shen Xiaoyou... Brother Shen Dao could do.

Yan Chongzhang held two jade slips in his hands and still stayed where he was, and for a while he was speechless.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of terrifying power could cultivate a cultivator like Brother Shen who was both naturally gifted and meticulous.

The other party seemed cold and ruthless, but he was more worthy of friendship than anyone Yan Chongzhang had ever seen.

The Taoist of the Moving Mountain Sect stared at the sky in a daze.

The last move he made last time might have been more correct than his master had imagined.