Begin immortality by slaying demons

[In the first year, you review the Hedao Realm skills that you have already mastered. According to Yue Tianji's suggestion, you try to use the Qingtian method again to suppress the divine Yue true meaning in your body]

As the deduction began, the demon's lifespan quickly passed.

Shen Yi sat cross-legged in the quiet cave, and his whole body became erratic again, as if he had integrated everything around him. Even the slightest breath flow was under his control.

This is the power of the Hedao Realm spiritual method, which is almost beyond the moves and closer to the realm.

With the help of Yue Tianji, Shen Yi quickly combined the Qingtian and Zhenyue methods together and suppressed the divine Yue true meaning in his body.

Under the double pressure of the spiritual method and the precious method, coupled with the infusion of the vast demon's lifespan, the divine Yue true meaning soon became as weak as a candle in the wind.

However, when this true meaning was almost dissipated, Shen Yi found something wrong.

Even though it seemed like only a short while had passed for him, in fact, every change in his body was the result of nearly a thousand years of hard training in the panel.

During such a long period of time, under the suppression of the desolate blue sky, this strand of true meaning turned from a mountain into a slope, from a slope into a stone, and finally only a grain of sand remained.

At this point, the changes stopped abruptly.

No matter how familiar Shen Yi was with the exercises, and how strong his realm was, this grain of sand was always indestructible.

"..."

Shen Yi was silent for a long time, and suddenly stopped the infusion of life: "Are you sure you are right?"

"I--" Yue Tianji's tone suddenly lost its previous certainty, because he found that the master was doing it exactly as he taught, and there was nothing wrong with the whole process, but he could not deduce it any further.

But he still felt it was a bit absurd: "Do you want to suppress the sky with a grain of dust?"

"Let's try."

Shen Yi's biggest advantage is that with the support of the demon's lifespan, he has the opportunity to try and make mistakes that other cultivators can't even dream of.

He closed his eyes and felt the faint true meaning of the God Mountain, which seemed insignificant under the vast blue sky.

To be honest, with his current strength, he wanted to be an enemy of the Great Immortal Hongze, and he was no different from the dust in the blue sky. The other party could destroy the Qin Sect Master with one palm, so it would be a matter of moving a finger to destroy himself.

Just thinking about the white rhino magic weapon he saw that day, Shen Yi still has lingering fears.

But if he didn't even dare to think about it, then there would really be no chance.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi calmed down and began to nourish this ray of true meaning again, so the dust became bigger again, and gradually turned into a majestic and beautiful mountain over the long years.

He raised his palms and sent this mountain to the blue sky.

Then use the Zhenyue method with all your strength.

The blue sky is like a vast ocean, and the Shenyue is like a reef in the water. It only takes one wave to submerge it.

In front of the spiritual method, the ordinary Hedao realm skills seem so weak.

"..."

Yue Tianji was in the panel deduction, and he spent every day in reality, and he could more clearly observe how dangerous the master was in.

The other party was either submerged in this vastness and lost his mind, or he tried to suppress the blue sky by force, which was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and seeking death. There was almost no third way to go.

However, the next moment, he found something wrong.

Shen Yi turned into a Shenyue and did not try to suppress the blue sky. Instead, he stood quietly in the endless sky like a tiny stone tablet, hiding himself behind the clouds.

Hide first, survive first.

This instinctive thought seemed to be completely opposite to the aggressive and hardworking spirit required to defeat the strong with the weak, but the deduction process that had not made any progress for a long time finally changed.

Yue Tianji thought hard for a long time before he suddenly understood.

The reason why he saved his life first was that the master firmly believed that he would win in the end... He wanted to compete with God for life and see who could survive to the end. Although it sounds a bit strange, it is also a kind of confidence.

At the same time.

The entire Banshan Sect was trembling slightly.

Yan Chongzhang, who was comforting the sect disciples, seemed to have anticipated something and suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction.

The next moment, he watched the nameless low mountain soar up, fall into the air, and then quickly rise, and turned into a majestic and magnificent treasure mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing its original appearance!

Then it began to shrink again until it became the size of a palm, and then it flew towards the quiet cave where Shen Yi was!

Boom——

With the demon lifespan of 100,000 years pouring in, this treasure mountain crashed into Shen Yi's body, was refined in an instant, and sat in the inner palace, replacing the original divine mountain true meaning.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 460,000 years]

[Hedao (immortal). Divine Mountain Zhenqingtian: Entry]

Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils were restrained from all sharpness, appearing plain and unpretentious.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Only Yue Tianji in the Ten Thousand Demons Hall witnessed with his own eyes how shocking and terrifying the mountain in the other party's inner palace was.

This must be a gift left by an immortal.

In addition to the exercises, the immortal even left a magic weapon.

Combining these three exercises together and practicing them to the entry level is the real first test, and this divine mountain is the reward after passing the test.

Even with Yue Tianji's noble status in his lifetime, he felt extremely envious at this moment.

Such a precious secret treasure was actually left in the remote area of ​​Xihong. It felt like picking up gold on the roadside.

"Congratulations to my master for meeting the immortal."

Listening to Yue Tianji's sincere congratulations, Shen Yi didn't care too much.

To be honest, the immortal's mind is very dangerous to create such a state of mind... It's still unclear whether he can survive until now.

He sank into his inner vision and checked the extra treasure mountain in his body.

Rather than saying it is a magic weapon, it is better to say it is a natural treasure that helps to practice this kind of immortal method.

Perhaps the immortal has already anticipated that the cultivator who can comprehend the divine Yue Zhenqingtian is likely to be in a bad situation. Those who are smooth sailing, such as Yue Tianji, will not believe in the nonsense of using gravel to suppress the blue sky.

Dust is dust, and the world is the world.

The former should be severely suppressed by the latter, just like the other three Hongs, which should be inferior to Beihong.

The method is also selective.

Therefore, the immortal left this mountain behind to help the cultivators who were trying to comprehend the Dharma, so that they would not be left penniless.

At least now, with Shen Yi's cultivation, he could not control this treasure mountain at all, and was just passively protected by it.

"Take your time."

Shen Yi stood up and looked outside the quiet cave.

He really wanted to know where the patriarch of the Haoyue Frost Tiger clan was now, and what the Liuli Qingfeng clan was doing.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in Shen Yi's Dao tablet.

"Is Sect Master Shen nearby?"

Shen Yi thought about it for a while before realizing who the owner of the voice was.

It was the big tree that he wanted to lean on the most when he was chased by the tiger monster before, the leader of the Qingyue Sect, Ji Jingxi.

...

Xihong, Hanyue Mountain.

The man with talismans all over his body limped towards the top of the mountain.

His black and white cloak had been torn and stained by dark red, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Huh..."

An Tingfeng breathed quickly, looking at the mountain in front of him that he could pass by in a flash. Now it was so high that he even felt a little powerless to climb it.

He stopped to rest for a while, and then walked towards the mountain again.

The once arrogant earth realm perfect demon, after being severely injured by Zixian Dragon Concubine, was locked up by Situ Junrui. Now he looked as weak as a mortal.

I don't know how long it took.

An Tingfeng finally crossed the mountain range and came to the ancestral land.

All the ancestors of the Haoyue Shuanghu clan should have been buried here, but at this moment, all the bones were dug out and placed straight on the ground, and I don't know what sucked away the remaining breath in them, and they had long been rotten.

An Tingfeng just passed by and shattered several skeletons, turning them into powder and dissipating with the wind.

Finally, at the end of the ancestral land, in such a dead silence, a strong vitality flashed.

It was a white flower, swaying slightly in the wind.

An Tingfeng stared at the flower, and suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down beside it like he was exhausted, and stretched out his large blood-stained palm, and slightly closed his five fingers to block the mountain wind for the white flower.

"Madam, I'm back."

His voice was weak, and he looked over with some dejection in his eyes: "I have been looking for the various immortal sects and demon tribes over the years, and I saw that I had found some ways to make An Yi live again and grow up healthily, but suddenly it became like this."

An Tingfeng stroked the petals with his fingertips, slightly bared his fangs, and sighed: "In fact, she has come back to life, but she... refused to come back!"

When he said the last half of the sentence, the tiger demon suddenly trembled with anger.

"The body and hair are from parents."

"How can she, how dare she! Refuse to return that body to you!"

"With the soul of the lady and her body, our family will be reunited and happy..." An Tingfeng's breathing became heavier, as if he was immersed in that beautiful imagination.

He was once a fierce tiger that the older generation of demons were terrified of, but after the perfection of the earth realm, he suddenly stopped moving forward.

Others thought that he had suffered a serious injury that was difficult to heal in the war between the same tribe that year.

In fact, An Tingfeng had only been dividing some of his essence and blood to nourish the white flower transformed from the lady's bones, just to keep the other party, and keep it until An Yi grew up, and then plant this flower into his daughter's body.

"I did everything for reunion, but in the end I was betrayed by her!"

"Madam, have you ever thought that we would give birth to a conscienceless beast?"

An Tingfeng seemed to be crying and laughing, his face was like a devil, and his left hand covered his heart. The healed wound there was the "reward" for An Yi's years of hard work after he finally came back to life.

In his right palm, the white flower was shaking wildly.

"Madam is also angry?"

An Tingfeng slowly put away his smile and nodded seriously: "I understand."

After the voice fell, he suddenly grasped the root of the white flower and said calmly: "There is more than one way to reunite. Our family will eventually get back together, such as in the body of my husband."

"I will take my wife to find her now. As the saying goes, it is the fault of the father if the son is not taught. Such a beast should repent and be punished in the belly of my husband."

After the voice fell, he slowly pulled the white flower out of the ancestral land.

The branches and leaves of the flower were like human hands, slapping the base of An Tingfeng's right palm frantically, but could not stop him from moving himself into that mouth.

"You are just... too soft-hearted... just like many years ago... too kind."

"You will... spoil her... like this."

An Tingfeng pinched the branches and leaves that were desperately resisting him, stuffed the whole flower into his mouth, and chewed it slowly. It was clearly a white flower, but scarlet blood quietly seeped out between his teeth, staining his white teeth, adding a bit of hideousness.

"Madam, I will deal with An Yi and the monk who deceived her away. You have to believe in your husband."

An Tingfeng swallowed the white flower and then closed his eyes.

The next moment, his tattered black and white cloak was suddenly torn by the surging muscles. His strong demon body swelled up in the wind, his limbs were as thick as giant trees, and he slammed the broad tiger paw hard on the top of Hanyue Mountain!

Bang!

The muscles of the huge white tiger were so tight that they were about to burst. It opened its eyes wide, and its eyeballs almost bulged out of its eye sockets. The area around its vertical pupils was filled with blood.

The ferocious face suddenly lifted up, and a deep tiger roar burst out towards the sky.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountains will eventually be regretted.

"Roar——"

The tiger roared continuously, crazy and shrill, as if it was enduring unimaginable pain.

The blood and essence it had separated for 100,000 years returned to its body at this moment, almost tearing its body apart!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In front of the bursting blood and energy, the shadows of the talismans on the tiger's body shattered one after another.

An Tingfeng rolled endlessly on the top of the mountain, destroying everything he touched, until he was exhausted. The ancestral land had already been in ruins, covered with thick bone powder.

It lay on the ground, and its rapid breathing quickly turned into a low laugh, which spread in this burial ground, looking a little gloomy.

After a short rest, the fierce tiger stood up slowly and staggered down the mountain.

When it reached the foot of the broken Hanyue Mountain, a letter written in demon blood had turned into a stream of light and swept towards the water, until it reached the residence of the prince of Qi's seventh master.

Sure enough, the dragon girl from the east still had her heart in the east, or even in the south.

The demons of Xihong had to rely on the West Dragon Palace in the end.

…

In the palace of Qi Qiye in Xihong Watershed.

The dragon son, wearing mighty heavy armor, sat on the throne, read the blood letter in his hand carefully, and slowly placed it on the table.

"Seventh Prince, I seem to smell the scent of that fierce tiger. Could it be that he has also figured it out?"

There was only one guest in the palace, an old man wearing green feathers.

"Isn't this good?"

Qi Zhaoping smiled, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

God knows what bad luck he has had recently. First, all the soldiers he sent out disappeared, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Not only did he lose his magic weapon, but he also lost face in the Wanxiang Pavilion.

He was also held accountable by his elder brother, who asked him to immediately find the stupid bear that had disappeared without a trace to prevent the news from leaking out.

Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise.

Or perhaps the recent changes in the situation in Xihong have been sensed by this group of demons on land. When his elder brother sent a letter to ask, he was politely declined. Now this group of big demons have taken the initiative to surrender one after another.

I will pass this good news to Nanhong later to make my elder brother happy.

"..."

Although he doesn't like the hot and fiery aura of this old Qingfeng.

But Qi Zhaoping still maintained a smile on his face: "Then I'll trouble your tribesmen to find someone for our fierce tiger."

"I'll help him?" Old Man Qingyu was stunned.

"It's not like helping it. After all, your youngest son was probably killed by the Nanhong Seven Sons." Qi Zhaoping looked at him meaningfully. Although he knew that the Wan Yao Palace did it, others didn't know, so he just let it go and put it on the Seven Sons.

Hearing this, the old man Qingyu's face twitched.

He pondered for a long time.

He stood up slowly: "Okay, just regard it as a token of my Liuli Qingfeng clan's surrender to the West Dragon Palace, hoping to use this to wipe out the past grudges."

"What grudges are there."

Qi Zhaoping waved his hand: "But you don't have to go there, go find something for that Ji Zongzhu to do."

The eldest brother didn't stay in Nanhong for nothing. These days are enough for the other party to find out how many people the Nanhong Seven Sons sent to ask for help.

It's not easy to subdue the fierce tiger, but we can't let the other party confront the Qingyue Zongzhu like this.

"Don't worry, you will soon find out that the way our West Dragon Palace does things is completely different from that woman from the east. As long as you do things well, you will benefit."

"..."

Old Qingfeng slowly bowed and saluted.

He certainly knew what the Seventh Prince was talking about.

Because of their fiery nature, they were naturally hated by the West Dragon Palace, which led to the Liuli Qingfeng clan having to stay in the most remote place in Xihong.

Now that the West Dragon Palace is in turmoil, the Qingfeng clan finally has a chance to breathe.

He would definitely not be willing to take the lead in such matters as following the dragon's merit, but if he could take advantage of the power of the two dragon palaces to bully the Seven Sons of Nanhong, it would not be a big problem.