Begin immortality by slaying demons

Xuanyue City belongs to Nanyang Sect.

It is one of the few vassal forces that is willing to provide a place for mortals to live.

Because of this, the jurisdiction is too large, with a total of 300 cities, which leads to more disputes between them and demons. Fortunately, they have been protected by Tianjian Sect and nothing serious has happened.

The only accident was that when Tianjian Sect handed them over to Nanyang Sect, they were targeted by the turtle monster under the Seven Dragons of Ke Family and tried to forcefully marry the daughter of the city lord. They were almost held hostage by the water tribe and became the running dogs of demons.

Fortunately, Sect Master Shen personally took action to calm the storm.

As more news was received, City Master Yin could be said to have watched how this young sect master ascended to the sky step by step and stood shoulder to shoulder with the other sect masters.

At the Seven Sons Conference, the other party showed shocking and cruel means. While beheading Tianjian Sect Elder Liu Xingshan, he also completely secured the position of sect master.

This is a great thing for Xuanyue City.

According to common sense, under the protection of such a young and talented sect leader, Xuanyue City's future development should be smooth sailing.

But he really didn't expect that Nanhong would become like this in such a short time.

"Huh."

In the city lord's mansion, Yin Qizhang leaned on the chair, rubbing the letter from the immortal sect with his palm. Although he had read it many times and even recited it by heart, he still refused to put it down.

Yin Yajun looked at the green tea on the table that had already cooled down, walked up slowly, and planned to change a cup for his father.

"No need, I'll go out and take a look."

Yin Qizhang raised his palm slightly, closed his eyes, and silently recited a few words on the letter in his heart: Be careful.

He stood up, with a little more bitterness on his face.

As the only Baiyujing cultivator here, Yin Qizhang knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to let the seven major immortal sects send such news.

These four seemingly useless words were the only thing he could do now.

"Dad..."

Yin Yajun hesitated for a moment, but still whispered: "Even Sect Master Shen can't protect us?"

When she was sent into the sedan chair by the turtle demon, she remembered the black-shirted figure with just a glimpse.

Later, she was fortunate to follow her father to attend the Seven Sons Conference.

At that conference, the young man's black shirt was replaced with a wide white robe from Nanyang, like a bright sun, sitting on the steps of the sky, making people dazed.

It was hard for her to imagine that there was something in this world that the young sect master couldn't do.

Hearing this, Yin Qizhang's figure paused slightly, and he pondered for a long time without responding, but just smiled helplessly.

This letter represents the meaning of the seven sect masters, and Sect Master Shen, who was backed by Xuanyue City, was the most immature of the seven. Even the Seven Sons of Nanhong couldn't do anything, so Sect Master Shen probably had no way out.

"Let it be."

Yin Qizhang walked out of the main hall. He had tried to face it with an optimistic attitude, but the reality was that if there was really a demon disaster, Xuanyue City, which was much larger than other vassal forces, would definitely be the piece of delicious fat meat that the demons could not ignore.

Thinking of this, he soared into the air and looked around.

For some reason, perhaps because of the excessive pressure in his heart, Yin Qizhang, as a cultivator with a deep realm, actually felt a rare chill, which made him instinctively want to tighten his clothes.

Take a deep breath, and when his palm touched the collar, the city lord finally realized that something was wrong.

He put his fingers to the wings of his nose and wiped them gently. Looking at the dazzling red on his knuckles, he found that because of this inexplicable coldness, blood plasma overflowed from his nasal cavity, but before it could flow down, it had been frozen into crystals.

"..."

As one of the four top vassal forces under the Nanyang Sect, Lord Yin has seen many terrifying monsters, but at this moment, he looked at the vast ocean behind Xuanyue City with a blank look.

After seeing the endless empty waters.

The blankness in his eyes quickly turned into shock and fear.

Yin Qizhang quickly turned back and looked sadly at the three hundred cities behind him, and his body suddenly hunched over.

It is obvious that Xuanyue City has been targeted by monsters, but they don't even have the qualifications to see each other!

"I should...be careful now..."

Yin Qizhang muttered to himself, with a hoarse voice full of trance and despair.

At the same time, in the vast waters that could not be touched by sight, a withered figure slowly fell from the sky, his tattered cloth shirt fluttered in the wind, his slightly dirty feet hung down, and his weird toes gently touched the water surface.

In an instant, an invisible ripple quickly spread on the water surface, and the green waves that were stirred up quietly solidified, like ferocious claws!

In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles were frozen.

Crack, crack, crack——

Accompanied by a sound that made people's teeth ache, it seemed that a cold mountain appeared out of thin air!

While taking away the lives of all the aquatic creatures in the range, the frost swept towards Xuanyue City at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ancestor stepped on the iceberg and moved forward slowly.

The breath of those creatures gathered from the ice and poured into his feet, making his withered body more energetic.

"I remind you that the ancestor is really hungry, don't tempt me again."

He turned his head and looked somewhere, cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of ugly teeth, and laughed a little sinisterly.

In the direction where the ancestor of Hanshan was looking, I don't know how far away he was.

Five balls of white fire lingered in a wheel shape behind Deng Xiangjun. As they floated, they turned into a terrifying sea of ​​fire that engulfed everything in sight. In this sea of ​​fire, the frozen waters under his feet melted quickly.

However, he could only affect a few hundred miles, providing himself with a safe place to stand.

Going further, even this white sea of ​​fire was stagnant like a solid entity.

"I also remind you that this is the territory of the Seven Sons of Nanhong."

Deng Xiangjun stepped out of the flames, with a ferocious look on his face that had not been seen for many years: "I am indeed just a pill in your mouth that you can take at will, but my senior brothers and sisters are not dead yet."

I thought I had already accepted the result of losing some vassal forces.

But when I saw with my own eyes how the Heaven Realm Great Demon slaughtered ordinary creatures so cleanly, Deng Xiangjun still felt a touch of rage in his heart.

With this cold magical power, let alone Xuanyue City, the other party wants to swallow up all the vassals of Nanyang Sect, nearly a million cultivators, and it is just a matter of moving forward for a while.

"Then..."

Hanshan Patriarch slowly put away his smile and said lightly: "Let them come."

After that, he gently pulled the corners of his lips and walked forward quietly.

The ancestor came from Hanshan and wanted to swallow up half of the world before he could dispel his displeasure.

This strongest demon in Xihong Continent, when he first went down the mountain, made Nanhong see what real horror is.

As for the people mentioned by Deng Xiangjun.

Tsk——

They are just prisoners trapped in Nanlong Palace. There is no chance for them to come out. If they wanted to come, they would have come earlier.

Besides, he had deliberately destroyed the Dao card on Deng Xiangjun's body before, and the time he gained was enough for him to eat and drink.

In Xuanyue City.

Under the erosion of the cold, Yin Qizhang, who was in the sky, trembled all over, but he was still unwilling to fall down to avoid the cold.

He did not do any more useless work, but just stared at the vast waters.

At least... at least see with his own eyes how he and others died.

Soon, a touch of blue came into Yin Qizhang's sight, like a huge monster, rushing towards him, swallowing everything around it and turning it into a part of its body.

Thousands of miles away, in the blink of an eye.

This towering and tall icy mountain completely occupied all of Yin Qizhang's vision. In front of it, the creatures seemed so small.

And the claws of Bi Tao at the foot of the mountain finally climbed onto the land!

It was as if the beast jumped out of the water and stepped onto Xuanyue City, then rolled over unstoppably and swallowed everything on the earth.

Yin Qizhang had almost seen the end.

In the strong cold, his breathing was as rapid as a broken gong, and he almost fainted, until a violent cracking sound rang in his ears!

Crack, crack, crack!

He clenched his neck, veins on the back of his hand bulged, and forced himself to open his eyes.

But he saw a thin figure in ragged clothes on the top of the iceberg. Although he was dressed so poorly, he looked like a king, majestic and indifferent.

As for the crackling sound, it was at the edge of the land. The hideous claws of the glacier shattered one after another the moment they climbed up.

There are places that the "soldiers" of the lord of the glacier cannot set foot on? !

Boom!

The next moment, the spreading coldness suddenly rolled back, and the entire frozen water area shattered at the same time, and even the huge and majestic Hanshan collapsed a lot downwards!

The figure of Hanshan Patriarch couldn't help shaking.

It was this subtle movement that made his domineering aura disappear.

Yin Qizhang suddenly felt much better, his palm loosened his neck, and looked up in a daze.

I saw that in front of Xuanyue City and the three hundred cities under its jurisdiction... No, to be precise, in front of the many vassal forces of Nanyang Sect!

A slightly thin figure stood in the air.

The self-cultivating black armor on his body glowed with a colder light than the glacier. The gorgeous crown tied his hair, and under the slightly swaying hair, was a young and handsome face with a calm expression, and no joy or anger could be seen.

The dark clouds were turbulent with the wind, like a cloud-like cloak!

With the three hundred miles in front of him as the boundary, it seemed to be a world of its own, and it was difficult for demons and evil spirits to invade.

"Master Shen..."

Yin Qizhang clearly put down his palm, but suddenly felt suffocated.

Although the other party changed his clothes, who would not remember this familiar face as long as he participated in the Seven Sons Conference.

According to the letter sent by the seven major immortal sects of Nanhong, the other party could not appear here.

But now, Master Shen is really here.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, Yin Qizhang always feels...

In front of Sect Master Shen, the ragged demon on the glacier is still like a king, but he is facing the sky, and even if he is a king, he still needs to bow his head.

"Are you kidding me?"

Deng Xiangjun, who came late, looked towards Xuanyue City in astonishment.

Obviously, it was he who really found Sect Master Shen, not the other two brothers.

But when Deng Xiangjun saw it with his own eyes, he began to doubt whether he had found the wrong person.

The Sect Master Shen in his impression didn't seem to have such a creepy aura, and actually gave him an illusion that the other party was suppressing Hanshan Patriarch!

And it was only a short time since they last parted.

"..."

Hanshan Patriarch silently watched the changes in the place where water and land intersected. After confirming that his magical power was blocked and he could not break through the inexplicable obstacle, he finally exhaled slowly.

"My friend, I, the ancestor, have come from afar to be your guest. Are you really not going to give me a bite?"

He raised his eyes to the indifferent figure in the sky, and bowed meticulously, revealing his rotten teeth again: "Is it in accordance with etiquette?"

The ancestor Hanshan really didn't want to be the vanguard of the Dragon Palace and attract most of the hatred of the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

After all, no one wants to take the last bite of a dying beast, which is a fatal thing.

But this does not mean that when he was driven here by the West Dragon Palace and couldn't go back, he was willing to stay in Nanhong honestly and do nothing until the situation of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace turned around, and then returned to the destroyed Hanshan in disgrace.

To suppress him to such a frustrated degree, at least Ye Jiu had to come forward in person, and even Qi Yansheng couldn't do it.

It is definitely not something that a young earth realm cultivator can do by relying on mysterious methods to hold the scene.

"The ancestor is talking about etiquette with you."

The ancestor Hanshan slowly clenched his fists and laughed hoarsely: "Young friend, are you willing to talk?"

In a few words, a hint of cold murderous intent emerged in this laugh.

Obviously, the ancestor Hanshan has made a decision. As for whether to start a life-and-death fight, it depends on how the young sect leader responds.

"..."

Hearing this, Shen Yi quietly looked down at the hunched figure below.

Under the gaze of Yin Qizhang and Deng Xiangjun.

Against the backdrop of the cold black armor, Shen Yi's fair face suddenly showed a slightly violent smile.

He even raised his chopsticks, a fat fish on a plate, suddenly opened his mouth and talked about etiquette.

Really... how ridiculous.

The next moment, Shen Yi casually raised his palm, accompanied by the slender five fingers gently raised.

The whole sky was instantly shaken.

Others only felt the sky and earth change color, but did not feel anything. Only the rotten teeth of Hanshan Patriarch suddenly clenched together, and his fists trembled slightly and gradually shook violently.

His dirty bare feet suddenly sank, and in the deafening roar, the entire glacier suddenly cracked, collapsed layer by layer at a lightning speed, and in a blink of an eye, it was completely shattered and turned into floating ice.

On the largest floating ice, Hanshan Patriarch bent his knees and creaked.

He almost bit his teeth, and the veins on his neck were like a dragon. He raised his head, his eyes widened, and stared at the black armor figure above.

Bang——

However, under such a fierce and ferocious expression, his body sank inch by inch, and with a trivial muffled sound, he completely knelt on the floating ice.

Hanshan Patriarch opened his fists and stared at his knees with a dull expression.

He really didn't expect that a cultivator of the Earth Realm could show a spell comparable to the most advanced magical power with just a wave of his hand.

This immortal method has reached perfection!

"Ahem——"

Deng Xiangjun stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, and suddenly choked.

The old monster who was so arrogant in front of him before knelt down in front of Master Shen at the first encounter. Don't say it, he is really polite.

Of course, complaints are complaints.

With Deng Xiangjun's eyesight, he can certainly see what kind of mysterious means Master Shen used in the first confrontation, and Hanshan Old Monster just suffered a loss due to being caught off guard, and he has not yet shown his true strength.

But Shen Yi actually practiced that immortal method to the end in a short period of time. Such a comprehension is completely unreasonable and really daunting.

Moreover, based on the situation of this first confrontation alone.

Deng Xiangjun put her heart back in her stomach. It was hard to say whether they would win or lose. After all, Hanshan Patriarch had not yet revealed his demon body, and the opponent who had experienced the killing calamity had a few tricks up his sleeve. But at least Sect Master Shen was safe, and there was a high probability that he could protect the countless lives behind him.

It was simply outrageous... What even Junior Sister Ji might not be able to do was really accomplished by Sect Master Shen!

Yin Qizhang was only a cultivator from Baiyujing, and he did not have the vision of Deng Xiangjun.

He only knew that the slightly thin figure in front of him seemed to be an insurmountable mountain and an insurmountable natural chasm no matter what difficulties he faced.

And the greatest fortune of his life was to be able to live behind this mountain, sit and watch the wind and rain, and not get his clothes wet at all.

"..."

Shen Yi looked down at Hanshan Patriarch, and did not retract his palm, but clenched it, as if a thousand feet of black gold light spanned the land and water, and then quickly condensed into a straight gold-patterned black knife in his palm.

The previous slight fight also gave him a rough understanding of the strength of this big monster.

Here, there is no etiquette, but rules.

And at this moment, his rules, Shen Yi, are Nanhong's rules.