Begin immortality by slaying demons

Xihong, Yushan.

In the huge palace, all the maids and guards retreated.

They rarely saw the dragon concubine take action personally, and exuded such a cold and real murderous intent. For a purple-bearded white dragon, this was an extremely rare performance, proving that the other party was really angry.

"Stop."

Zi Xian no longer called herself the queen. Under the dragon claws covered with snow-white scales, An Tingfeng had already revealed the tiger head, and this ferocious and fierce head was gradually deformed in the sharp dragon claws.

She could see how anxious the situation on the other side was.

Otherwise, this fierce tiger would not have been feeding the tribe all the time.

A lot of things can be inferred from it.

That is, there should be other clan leaders next to Shen Yi, but it is most likely not Ji Jingxi, otherwise, with his cultivation in the same heavenly realm, even if this tiger gave away all its blood and essence, it would not have any effect.

Because of this, Zi Xian became even more anxious.

If An Tingfeng succeeded, two of the Nanhong Seven Sect Leaders would have died in her territory at once... How could she face Jingxi?

"I told you to stop!"

Zixian suddenly exerted her strength while scolding, and there was a muffled sound of "crack". Fine cracks appeared on An Tingfeng's head in an instant, and then scarlet blood gushed out, staining the white hair and black lines on his face red.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

An Tingfeng showed his cracked mouth through the gap of the dragon claws and laughed strangely and sharply.

It turned out that even a great demon comparable to the heavenly realm and who had experienced a hundred thousand years of killing would be so weak as long as she had concerns. She was so weak that she had no realm, but people could see what she was afraid of at a glance.

The secret method had been used. As long as she died, her cultivation would be passed on to the elders of the clan.

This woman didn't dare to gamble at all. She still had the hope that the people of the Nanhong Seven Sect could keep their lives, so she didn't want to add any pressure to them.

On the contrary, I have nothing now.

An Yi... Dad is here to find you.

An Tingfeng grinned and showed two fangs: "Dragon Concubine, when this matter is settled, my daughter will come back. For the sake of those soul-renewing treasures, Tingfeng will still do things for you."

"Do you still want to live?" Zi Xian narrowed her eyes slightly, almost laughing out of anger.

If something happened to the Seven Sons of Nanhong, this fierce tiger would not think that he could still walk out of this hall intact. It is estimated that the entire Xihong forces have never thought that the East Dragon King, who was rumored to be stabbed in the back by Xuan Qing, actually owed a lot to the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

For this reason, the father even endured the nausea like eating shit and tore Zi Ling's tiger skin, so that the immortal would no longer pay attention to Nanhong, and at the same time deterred the other forces and saved the remaining six sects.

Even if killing this Haoyue Frost Tiger tribe leader would make those forces that were finally won over feel strange and affect the overall situation, the father would never blame himself.

"If you want to do it, it's best to do it now. If you wait until the matter over there is over... Tingfeng will definitely not be able to defeat Long Fei, but he has temporarily entered the heavenly realm and can still save his life."

Although his head was clearly held by someone, An Tingfeng put away his smile, but he seemed so calm and composed.

"..."

Taking his expression into her eyes, especially feeling that the breath of this fierce tiger was still decreasing, Zixian felt a sense of depression that she had never felt before.

She closed her eyes, and the dragon claws that were originally as stable as a rock gradually began to tremble with anger.

An Tingfeng's pretended calm laughter was so harsh to her.

Since coming to Xihong, Zixian was at a disadvantage in this poor and remote place for the first time. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked away: "Everything can be discussed..."

Before the voice fell.

Zixian suddenly found that the tiger in her palm was trembling more violently than herself.

She turned her eyes back with a little surprise.

But he found that An Tingfeng suddenly stopped laughing, and under the scarlet wet hair, his originally sharp eyes became a little dazed.

He stared at the void in a daze, and his breath was recovering rapidly.

In an instant, An Tingfeng suddenly clenched his hands, trying desperately to pass all his strength to the other side, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn't work at all.

His breath was still uncontrollably restored to its peak state.

"How is it possible--"

An Tingfeng's face was full of panic, obviously, the matter was beyond his control.

Through the gaps between his dragon claws, he stared at Zixian, and the calmness in his voice had long disappeared: "Dragon Concubine, Dragon Concubine! You just said to discuss..."

"What to discuss?"

Zixian raised her eyebrows and finally released her palms, but saw that this tiger demon, whose realm was faintly above the perfection of the earth realm, was staggering back at this moment, and even his steps were a little unstable.

She immediately knew what was going on: "Did I say that?"

An Tingfeng not only did not run away, but hurriedly stopped him again, anxiously saying: "It was Tingfeng who wanted to discuss with the Dragon Concubine. As long as you return my daughter to me, I am willing to fight for the Dragon Concubine and die without regrets!"

Looking at this strange scene, Zi Xian's depression was swept away, and she became quite curious.

What happened to make this fierce tiger change so much.

But in any case, since he suffered a loss, it means that the leader of Nanhong Sect took advantage.

The kid surnamed Shen is really lucky... Not bad, not bad! He really got his face back!

The previous dissatisfaction with the young leader Shen because of Ji Jingxi also disappeared at this moment.

Thinking of this, Zi Xian slowly withdrew her eyes: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of discussing with the dead."

Based on what this tiger did today, it would not be too much to die ten thousand times.

I really think Donglong Palace is a great benefactor!

After the words fell, she waved her sleeves violently, and the powerful demon power came out wildly. Compared with the casualness when she knocked the seventh child of the Qi family off Yushan last time, this time it was obvious that she had murderous intent and was aiming for her life.

An Tingfeng was already in a daze, and his level was far inferior to that of the other party. Before he could say the next word, his strong body suddenly flew backwards!

The demonic power was like a strong wind, ripping apart his white cloak and tearing apart his powerful demonic body, revealing the white bones.

Without restraint, Zixian finally showed how terrifying the power of the heaven realm over the earth realm was.

She stepped forward again, and the dragon claws turned into slender jade hands again, but there was a slender dragon scale sword in the palm.

Just when he was about to take the tiger's life, Zi Xian frowned slightly and slowly stopped.

After An Tingfeng crashed out of Yushan, an extra picture scroll appeared in the clear water, and he was rolled in. The mountains and rivers in the picture shook violently for a few times, which completely eliminated the demonic power.

The next moment, the scroll threw An Tingfeng back into the palace.

"Tsk, what's wrong with Senior Zixian to get so angry?"

In front of An Tingfeng, several figures appeared at some point, the leader of whom was wearing a golden gown. Such a conspicuous color did not look rustic at all, but rather gave off the aura of a superior person.

The middle-aged man twirled his beard lightly, smiled at Zixian, and then cupped his hands and said: "Junrui came uninvited, and I hope that senior Zixian will pay tribute."

He didn't call her Long Fei, but Zixian, with a hint of looking down on Xi Hong in his voice.

"Situ?"

Zixian saw clearly the clothes of the few visitors, and a bit of displeasure flashed in her eyes: "What, you have broken through the heaven realm? How dare you come to my Jade Mountain."

You know, Donglong Palace treats all Beihong forces equally and hates them all!

"Not even close, not even close."

Situ Junrui smiled again and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's just that when my Infinite Tao Emperor Sect comes to Xihong to do business, I have to say hello to Senior Zixian, so as not to affect the harmony between our sect and Donglong Palace."

"Amicable?" Zi Xian raised the corners of her lips and looked at the junior with a sneer.

This person is the sect leader of the sixteenth branch of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, and he is also the one with the least seniority besides Xue Yan.

But as the top force in Beihong, any of their branch sect leaders were ranked among the top three in all previous Taoist records when they were young. In other words, all of them are Hongze's top geniuses who have survived four calamities. .

"Maybe there were some misunderstandings before, but things like friendship always come slowly."

"Like now."

Situ Junrui lowered his eyes and looked at the tiger demon at his feet: "Junrui doesn't mind doing the killing act for senior, so as not to dirty his hands. Everyone knows that the purple-bearded white dragon doesn't like killing, this evil guy Just leave it to me, animal."

Hearing this, Zi Xian was silent for a moment and sneered: "Just tell Xue Yan when hunting down demons. Don't act like you're thinking about me. Our relationship hasn't reached that level yet."

"This is true. The Infinite Dao Emperor Sect will remember the friendship between our seniors. However, if the news that you personally killed him spreads, I'm afraid it will affect your reputation."

Hearing this, Zixian pondered for a moment without saying anything else, so she acquiesced to the matter: "..."

Situ Junrui held his hand again, and then slowly knelt down. He knew that his realm was not far different from that of An Tingfeng, but at this moment, he seemed to be caressing some harmless little beast, and gently patted the tiger monster's forehead: " Be good, I have something important to do, go find a place to heal yourself, don't mess around anymore, wait for me to pick you up."

An Tingfeng was speechless at all.

When he was drawn into the map of mountains and rivers, many talismans appeared on his body. At this moment, he was pinned to the ground. It was not until Situ Junrui raised his palm that he had the strength to stand up.

Compared to being crushed in the previous realm, the current situation is more about a gap in means.

In front of the Wuliangdao Emperor Sect, the demon clan in Xihong was no different from a country bumpkin.

"Go ahead."

Situ Junrui waved with a smile.

An Tingfeng's face was dull, and he took a deep look at the people in the hall, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Wait until his figure completely disappears.

Zixian sat back on the throne: "Now, let's talk about your affairs."

"Senior Zixian, there is no need to worry. We have no intention of asking you to help. We just came here to say hello."

Situ Junrui showed a kind smile, but there was a twinkle in his eyes: "It is very common for a disciple of our sect to die outside. This is part of the experience, but it caused an uproar in the whole Xihong, and everyone knew...even the news It’s all been reported to me, Beihong, and this kind of thing doesn’t happen very often.”

"If we don't do something, we, the Daohuang Sect, will really be bullied."

"Of course, I won't make the matter a big deal. Please rest assured, Senior Zixian. We just want to seek justice."

"Junior, take your leave." After saying that, Situ Junrui bowed his hands again and saluted, then turned around and left the hall with a few disciples.

The hall became empty again.

Zixian leaned back on the chair and rubbed her eyebrows with a slight headache. As the de facto half-owner of Xihong, she couldn't figure out why the place suddenly became such a mess.

But she had no intention of getting involved in this matter.

The Wuliang Daohuang Sect is most likely here for the Wan Yao Palace. These two forces have nothing to do with me or the Nanhong Seven Sons, so let them go.

Thinking of the Nanhong Seven Sons, Zi Xian finally felt a little more relaxed. The next time she meets that young Sect Master Shen, she must ask what happened today. It is not easy to survive the attack of the Haoyue Shuanghu clan, even if there are other sect masters to take care of him.

This young Sect Master Shen is unlucky. He just had a grudge with the tiger demon, and then something happened in the Baoyue Tomb. He suffered such an unexpected disaster. I don’t know what the other party’s expression is.

After thinking about it, Zi Xian couldn’t help but shake her head and smile, and her figure disappeared in the hall.

At the same time.

Outside Yushan, the Wuliang Daohuang Sect quickly swept out of the water.

Situ Junrui’s face was no longer humble as before. He waved his hand casually to summon the vast picture of the river and mountains, and his figure turned into a stream of light and fell on the cushion.

"Huh."

He sat cross-legged, his eyes looking forward.

In the Dao Palace, there was an old man tied to a pillar, with a miserable face and weak breath, obviously suffering from inhuman torture.

"It is a blessing for you to enter my Dao Palace."

"I advise you to tell me the reason for the incident without missing a word, and I will give you the opportunity to return to the sect and be buried with your fellow disciples. Otherwise... you will escape into my Jiangshantu."

Although the old man's face was bloody, his face could still be vaguely distinguished.

It was the great elder of the Banshan Sect, Yang Yunheng.

"I...I showed you...the jade slip..." Yang Yunheng's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Oh?" Situ Junrui stroked his beard again, and said playfully: "You mean the thing that everyone in Xihong has? Do I need to take that thing from you?"

"No... nothing else." Yang Yunheng opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Okay." Situ Junrui nodded his chin lightly: "Then tell me, who recorded the jade slip, your clan leader or the Taoist disciple?"

Hearing this, Yang Yunheng's heart suddenly jumped, clenched his teeth for a long time, and finally said: "I recorded it myself."

"In that case, then tell me what you saw, such as what the owner of the black gold flowing light looks like, what his cultivation level is, and how he dresses." Situ Junrui continued to ask with a teasing tone.

Yang Yunheng fell silent again, his face changed again and again, he looked at Jiangshantu with fear, and finally closed his eyes again: "It's all in the jade slip, I didn't see anything else."

"Ha——"

Situ Junrui suddenly laughed out loud, laughing out of breath, rubbing his eyes and said to several disciples: "He is treating me as a fool... You tell him how my Wuliang Daohuang Sect does things."

Several Wuliang Daohuang Sect disciples stood with their hands down, and responded indifferently: "If there is no real culprit, then kill everyone."