Begin immortality by slaying demons

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The calmness in Nanshui Land was suddenly torn apart by a shrill dragon roar.

Like the sound of metal and stone, it is deafening.

Huge shadows passed across the sky, like dark clouds covering the sun, and a scarlet downpour fell on the world, staining the water and the earth.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, causing countless creatures to look up in horror.

Whether they were monks, demons, or mortal beasts, they all saw the huge thing that was as continuous as a mountain range and could not be seen at a glance.

A big demon hiding in the depths of Nan Hong, in charge of the Dragon Palace, was letting out bursts of wailing at this moment!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this peerless beast is desperately trying to get back into the water, but its struggling body is always pulled back to the sky by an invisible force.

What kind of terrifying existence is it that can force such a great monster to escape.

Finally, Youdao's figure suddenly jumped up and attracted everyone's attention.

I saw the young man holding a knife in one hand, standing on a dragon body as huge as a mountain. His left arm suddenly stretched out, and his slender fingers tightly grasped a dragon's beard. The next moment, he violently pushed this "mountain" towards Pulled up!

Such a shocking scene left everyone stunned in place.

The next moment, their eyes turned red.

Poof!

The golden-grained mysterious knife penetrated hard into the scales of the Southern Dragon King, breaking its skin and causing waves of blood.

Under the terrifying size of this old dragon, this long knife is not much different from a toothpick.

However, as the young man waved his arms, the originally insignificant wound on the dragon's body expanded more than a hundred times in an instant.

The dazzling black gold light emerged, as if it was going to tear this old dragon apart completely!

One knife after another!

The wave of blood stained the young man's clothes and hair, making his originally fair face turn blood red. Only his gray eyes remained calm.

"roar!"

There is only one such terrifying dragon demon in the entire Nanhong, but the other party's miserable appearance makes it hard to believe...

It will be the master of the entire Nanhong, the most powerful person on this land and water, the mighty Dragon King!

So, what is this dragon king afraid of?

As the Southern Dragon King rolled and fled across the sky of the Southern Flood Continent, someone finally recognized the young man's identity.

"Sect Master Shen?!"

The monks from the four major vassal forces of Nanyang Sect all widened their eyes.

They knew that the Seven Sects of Nanhong and Dragon Palace had long been incompatible with each other.

But he didn't expect that he would actually fight the Dragon King head-on.

Such a major event that could affect the entire Nanhong situation happened so suddenly and without warning in front of everyone.

What is even more unbelievable is that in such a serious matter, only Sect Master Shen among the seven Nanhong Sects took action.

When fighting alone, he was able to suppress the Southern Dragon King throughout the whole process!

"call!"

In Xuanyue City, Yin Yajun, protected by his father, stared at the sky in a daze, his breathing becoming more rapid.

Even though she felt that Sect Master Shen was omnipotent, after seeing this scene, she still fell into a daze as if struck by lightning.

The Dragon King, who could stir up turmoil in Nanhong with just one word, actually ended up in such an embarrassed state in front of Sect Leader Shen.

But why is the other party alone?

"Dad, how could this happen?"

"..."

Facing his daughter's doubtful gaze, City Master Yin gave a wry smile.

Although his realm is low, he still has an identity here, and he has a deep understanding of the seven sects.

Even if the previous seven sects did have intentions against Sect Leader Shen, after the Seven Sons Conference, anyone with a brain knows how important Sect Leader Shen is.

What's more, it's such a big deal as killing the Southern Dragon King, how can it be a piece of cake?

Of course, such a big movement could not escape the eyes and ears of Nanhong Seventh Son.

Many disciples rushed out of the treasure place, listening to the shrill dragon roar, feeling quite like a dream.

Before the remaining three sect leaders could react, Ji Jingxi had already rushed out and rushed towards the direction where the dragon roar sounded.

Her face was more solemn than ever before, and there was a hint of fear in her clear eyes.

Three people went out, but now only one is left.

The Southern Dragon King looks miserable, but in fact his vitality is still very strong!

Although I don’t know what accident happened to make things like this.

But Ji Jingxi could almost guess what would happen next.

Her lips trembled:

"Shen Yi, don't be impulsive..."

…

"Can you kill me? Can you?!"

The Southern Dragon King's consciousness has become a little blurry, but it still feels that the suppressive force on his body is weakening.

Shenyue Zhenqingtian is a well-deserved immortal method.

But after all, it's just a place to stay. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will gradually become thinner, and it is not inexhaustible.

"call."

Shen Yi stood with his head lowered on the long dragon's forehead, his wet hair clinging to the side of his face. He was holding a long knife at an angle, and his entire straight body had long since turned into a bloody man.

Let out a breath.

He did not respond to Nanlong King's taunt, but calmly watched the other party fall into the water.

Not to mention anything else, this dragon king is definitely the most powerful one Shen Yi has ever seen in terms of his demon body.

Even though the opponent's body was covered with wounds, the strength in his body was still so vast, as if he would never be exhausted.

"Are you accepting your fate?"

Feeling that his body was enveloped by the blue waves again, the Southern Dragon King panted and laughed wildly.

After returning to the place it was most familiar with, it recovered a little from its crazy mind.

Even in the face of the three people's attack, it still persisted until now.

Then, the winner is decided!

The Southern Dragon King ran straight towards the Dragon Cave. As long as he returned there, everything would be settled.

As for the ignorant young man on his body, he had better leave on his own initiative, otherwise...

Finding that Shen Yi had no intention of evacuating at all, the Southern Dragon King's laughter became more and more ferocious.

"Don't leave! Don't leave!"

Accompanied by the dragon roar, it stirred the South Flood, and its huge body fell rapidly, and soon saw the bluestone palace.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Perhaps because he was too excited, the Southern Dragon King did not notice that the bluestone palace was much quieter than usual, like a dead place.

Strands of blood floated between the bluestone bricks, and then were quickly washed away by the water waves.

It turned into a human form and landed at the entrance of the bottomless abyss below the palace.

The old gown had long been torn to pieces, and the tall figure was hunched over, covered in blood and flesh, and it was no longer possible to see its original appearance.

In an instant, the almost tangible dragon energy wrapped around its body, quickly repairing its wounds.

The Southern Dragon King suddenly turned around and stared at the black-shirted figure fiercely, wishing to eat his flesh and bones alive, but soon, it showed a cruel smile again: "Although I don't know why you dare to follow me, this is my territory."

Although it was seriously injured and the dragon energy could no longer help it reach the perfect strength of the heavenly realm again, it would only take a moment to recover to its full strength.

Without the restraint of Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu, it was enough to deal with Shen Yi.

"Your territory?"

Shen Yi looked at it quietly, and there was no sarcasm in his voice, but it made the Southern Dragon King narrow his eyes again.

Just now, this young man was in this state, and then things changed, and the people of Beihong left so easily.

Now it was exactly the same.

Although he didn't believe that the Seven Sons of Nanhong had the ability to threaten him in front of the Dragon Cave.

But the Southern Dragon King subconsciously glanced around.

It was this glance that made him realize something was wrong.

The Bluestone Hall was too quiet, and with such a big commotion, none of his descendants and many demon soldiers showed up.

The bloody smell it smelled at the tip of its nose, in addition to the blood on its body, after careful identification, it could actually smell many familiar smells.

"Seven Sons of Nanhong..."

The blood plasma on its forehead flowed into the eyes of the Southern Dragon King, making its face more distorted.

No wonder only three people came, and the remaining leader of the Seven Sons of Nanhong actually came to his own Dragon Palace to make trouble.

The Southern Dragon King, who was about to take action and use Shen Yi's life to dispel the hatred in his heart, changed his face suddenly after taking a step.

I saw dark figures gradually emerging around the dim waters.

The weakest one among them was also in the Hedao realm!

Of course, creatures of this level cannot pose any substantial threat to the Southern Dragon King.

But this somewhat exaggerated number still made it a little suspicious.

Until he saw the faces of these figures clearly.

The eyes of the Southern Dragon King suddenly shrank into a line.

It was not as imagined that the helpers invited by the Seven Sons of Nanhong were from other places.

These figures were all great monsters without exception!

And they looked quite familiar.

When the face of Hanshan Patriarch appeared in his sight, the Southern Dragon King finally couldn't help but take a step back.

"You are not dead?!"

It finally recognized that these were all demons from Xihong.

At this moment, these great monsters all cast indifferent eyes, and the murderous intent gathered together was almost condensed into substance.

"You actually voted for the Seven Sons of Nanhong."

The Southern Dragon King gritted his teeth and finally knew where the strangeness of Nanhong came from before.

But just halfway through the words, his face changed again.

What a joke, if it is really as he guessed, then the acting of the Nanhong Sect Masters is too realistic. He believes others, and Ye Jiu's reaction is definitely not fake.

Moreover, with the poor background of the seven Nanhong Sects, how can they win over these big monsters.

On the contrary, the scene in front of him suddenly reminded him of another force.

The Southern Dragon King stared at Shen Yi, examined him several times, and said in disbelief:

"Ten Thousand Monsters Hall?"

"Are you the master of Ten Thousand Monsters Hall?!"

Before he finished speaking, the Southern Dragon King had already instinctively retreated to the Dragon Cave.

A force that could turn Xihong upside down and finally escape unscathed, how could he deal with it in his current state.

At this moment, it bumped into a taller figure.

A hoarse whisper sounded in his ears.

"He is not the Palace Master, he is my Lord."

"I am the East Palace Master."

"Grandpa Long, why don't you kneel down..."

"Pay homage to my Lord!"

The whisper suddenly became several times louder, like thunder!

The Southern Dragon King turned his head and saw a human-shaped dragon that was as dazzling as gilded gold.

The other party had a cruel smile on his lips.

A pair of sharp claws had already pierced deeply into his back, and ten fingers pinched the tight muscles brazenly, trying to tear himself apart!

"Ah!"

In the severe pain, the Southern Dragon King howled miserably, waved his claws brazenly, and slapped Ke Shisan's shoulders fiercely, causing his knotted and towering shoulders to instantly shatter!

However, there was no change on Ke Shisan's face. He was still smiling cruelly, and his claws tore the dragon king's flesh bit by bit.

"Die for me!"

The Southern Dragon King frantically mobilized his demon power and dragon energy, and was about to crush the body of this strange dragon demon, but suddenly felt a chill behind him.

He looked back in horror.

He saw that the dark red robe was rolled up, and Shen Yi had stepped into his immediate vicinity. The aura on his body surged to the extreme, and once again turned into a towering divine mountain, causing the entire blue sky to move with it.

The slender right arm slowly stretched out, and the palm occupied by the blood talisman quickly enlarged in the sight of the Southern Dragon King.

Puff!

With the full support of the divine mountain to suppress the blue sky, Shen Yi's palm touched the knife wound he had deliberately left on the neck of the Southern Dragon King before, and then penetrated into it fiercely.

In the boiling demon blood, he clenched the cervical vertebra of the Southern Dragon King.

At the same time, needle-shaped gray mists rippled from Shen Yi's fingertips and poured into the limbs of the Southern Dragon King.

The gray mist condensed by the endless resentment of the Wanjie Wuqing Dao was far more vicious than the pure murderous intent before.

It madly eroded the muscles and bones of the Southern Dragon King.

"You...you!"

The throat of the Southern Dragon King was pierced, and his voice was unclear, but it was full of the most real panic.

Behind it, the violent demon power flowed into its body along Ke Shisan's palms.

The scarlet demon power and the gray mist raged at the same time, coupled with the demon body that was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered, the combination of many factors finally made the Southern Dragon King feel a breath of death.

It tried desperately to break free.

Ke Shisan pulled out two palms covered with blood and flesh like a knife, and then held the Southern Dragon King tightly in his arms, and his two thick arms squeezed the Southern Dragon King's body to the point of deformation and distortion!

Crunch! Crunch!

"Where do you want to escape to..."

Ke Shisan's whisper was like a death warrant to the ears of the Southern Dragon King.

It could no longer turn back and could only be forced to stare at Shen Yi's calm eyes.

After learning Shen Yi's true identity, the Southern Dragon King trembled all over when he saw those gray eyes again.

Even the powerful demons in the late Heaven Realm had to serve him as their master and were even willing to die for him.

The degree of terror of this Nanyang Sect Master was probably beyond his expectations.

"I am also... willing... to serve you as my master..."

It used its last strength to speak out the words of begging for mercy.

Shen Yi felt the cervical vertebrae in his palm finally become much more brittle under the erosion of the gray fog.

The gray fog in his eyes slowly faded, and a bit of fatigue emerged in his dark pupils.

No response was given.

Shen Yi just clenched his five fingers seriously until a dull sound rang out in his palm.

Crack!

Almost at the same time, the raging demon power instantly tore the body of the Southern Dragon King.

All the gaps that were just about to heal were broken open.

All the gray fog rushed together, wrapped around its still beating heart, and crushed it instantly!

"..."

The eyes of the Southern Dragon King gradually dimmed.

It stared at Shen Yi in a daze.

Watching the young man slowly pull his hand out of his throat.

The Southern Dragon King seemed to have lost all his strength, his head drooped, and he knelt down in front of the man in the long gown with a plop.