Begin immortality by slaying demons

The waves gradually calmed down.

The tattered picture of the mountains and rivers fluttered in the air like a desolate flag, then slowly turned gray until it sank into the water.

The fishy and wet wind swept over the collapsed mountain, causing many monks of the Moving Mountain Sect to lower their hands, withdraw their control over the formation, and stare at the black-shirted figure in the sky with awe.

The restraints on Huang Wenfa's body suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground, and was supported by Yan Chongzhang who came.

The master and disciple also looked at Shen Yi, breathing more and more rapidly.

Their own sect had lost a treasure mountain, but this figure blocking the sky alone, although not majestic, was more difficult to shake than any mountain.

"Is this Shen Yi?"

Prince Ziyang looked into the distance, pondered for a long time, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

The Purple Bearded White Dragon clan does not like to kill. Although he is strong, he has the same personality. Logically speaking, a fierce person like Shen Yi would make him subconsciously feel disgusted.

But the other party stood up for the Banshan Sect and was right. In addition, such a straightforward killing method made Prince Ziyang feel a little surprised.

After not appearing for many years, Nanhong actually has such a ruthless person. I don’t know if it is a good thing.

But until now, he finally understood why these old friends reacted like that before.

"Now that the ancestral tablet has been revealed, what do you think?"

Concentrating his mind, Prince Ziyang turned and looked at Ye Jiu and others.

The towering stone tablet, covered with scarlet lines, each of which represents a cultivator of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect. After such a long period of accumulation, this immortal tablet has long been as good as the Dragon Cave.

Even if it is just a phantom that descended on Xihong, it is definitely not something that a heavenly realm cultivator can resist alone.

Now that Shi Lianchang has fallen, the two sides have long been in a situation of fighting to the death, and there is absolutely no possibility of mediation. It is time to make a choice.

"We have never had the opportunity to choose."

Ye Jiu slowly raised the Liuguang Long Sword. Ji Jingxi and Qi Yansheng did not answer, but the steps they took quietly proved their inner thoughts.

Seeing this, Prince Ziyang's expression finally became solemn.

This young man surnamed Shen is not only highly skilled, but also cunning. He is also so popular. Even when they know that the other party is the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, and the entire sect is destroyed, these old friends have no hesitation.

Thinking of this, he sighed: "I will solve it, the conditions remain the same."

As long as he can temporarily stabilize the situation, even if he is scolded by his father, for the sake of past friendship, he will resist today's matter.

Of course, after solving this matter, he will definitely have a good chat with this young man.

This boy has outstanding talent, far surpassing Xuan Qing at the beginning. Such a good fairy seedling should have a quieter growth environment, not disturbed by these trivial matters, and should not stand on the opposite side of the fairy and repeat the same mistakes.

However, what surprised Prince Ziyang was that in the face of his kindness, Qi Yansheng smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't make the decision."

"You..."

Prince Ziyang was choked and said unhappily: "Don't be so arrogant."

The ancestral monument has been revealed. Even with his own strength of perfect heavenly realm, it is quite difficult to solve it. Maybe he will have to pay a big price. Although he is an old friend, he can't get something for nothing!

"Help." Zixian pulled her brother's sleeve, rarely showing a trace of pleading.

After Shi Lianchang's death, the situation has escalated to an extremely terrifying level.

Shen Yi is too cruel, so cruel that it makes people palpitate.

But the other party is obviously not in a normal state. The decision made under such circumstances is inevitably a bit irrational.

At this point, if he wanted to cover for him, only his brother could do it.

"..."

Prince Ziyang was silent for a moment, reluctantly shook off Zixian's hand, took out a silver face, and gently pressed it on his face. In an instant, the aura of the whole person changed dramatically.

As his clothes rolled up, his body shape and skin also became tall, strong and rough.

"Don't do it again next time."

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the ancestral monument.

The demon power rolled in his body, and the veins in his arms gradually exploded. His five fingers slowly stretched out, making a lifting gesture.

In an instant, the huge and towering ancestral monument fell from the clouds and went straight towards Shen Yi to suppress him!

The majestic momentum shook the world, the clouds and mists dissipated, and even the boundless blue waves roared again, raising huge waves.

At the same time, under the tense gaze of several people, Prince Ziyang suddenly took a step forward, his figure turned into a stream of light and leaped up, rushing towards the bottom of the ancestral monument!

"Please! The ancestral monument is coming!"

Situ Fuhai stretched out his arms and roared with a ferocious face, and the whole Dao Palace shook violently.

He stared at the black-shirted young man below. He had lost such a big man in Xihong, and watched his fellow disciples die. He wanted to eat his flesh and blood alive.

Now, let these mortals see what a real fairy treasure is!

"Die for me!"

Accompanied by Situ Fuhai's roar, it was like the wrath of the Thunder God, and there was only a roar like a huge bell between heaven and earth.

Boom——

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky spread rapidly in a circle towards the surroundings, and the surging air waves seemed to overturn the entire Xihong, and even turbulent the Dragon Palace.

However, it did not fall completely.

Under the immortal monument that blocked out the sun and the sky, there was an extra white hand, and the slender five fingers quietly dragged the monument.

The black shirt surged, making a rustling sound.

Shen Yi still looked at Situ Fuhai in the distance calmly, with a heavy gray in his eyes, holding the immortal monument with one hand, and his body did not waver at all.

Two golden blue dragon phantoms hovered between his wrists, and then ran towards the black shirt, as if two real dragons were swimming to protect the body. When they stopped, they looked like the most exquisite embroidery in the world, vivid and vivid, with clear scales and claws.

They looked down at this land and water with their domineering attitude.

This style came from the magical power bred in the East Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, and now it finally revealed its true appearance.

Blue Dragon Yuanling Body!

With the ancient dragon soul, covering the divine body, it is difficult for demons and evil to invade!

As if sensing something, Shen Yi looked into the distance with his sidelong eyes, his gray eyes without any emotion.

"..."

Prince Ziyang still maintained the posture of holding up, his expression was wooden, he clenched his palms awkwardly, then put down his arms, patted his clothes, to hide the shock in his heart.

You know, this is an immortal tablet.

There is no simple thing that can be related to the word immortal.

In order to avoid accidents, even he exerted all his strength, but the young man was reluctant to throw away the knife in the face of such a situation, and took over the ancestral tablet with only one hand.

With the cultivation of the middle stage of the heavenly realm, he exerted the strength comparable to the perfection of the heavenly realm!

Ye Jiu and others also held their breath in a daze.

The shock brought to them by the scene before their eyes even exceeded that of Shen Yi's previous killing of Shi Lianchang.

Using a mortal body to confront the immortal treasure, even if it was just the shadow of the immortal treasure, it was beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

"You..."

Situ Fuhai's arms trembled slightly, staring at the ancestral monument in disbelief, his eyes fell, looking at the thin figure, his pupils slowly shrank.

Only the people of Wuliang Daohuang Sect know how terrifying this immortal monument is.

They can also understand more clearly how much power is hidden in the body covered by the black shirt.

"No wonder, no wonder."

He clenched his palms, stumbled back two steps, and muttered: "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous."

The strength of the perfect heavenly realm is enough to walk sideways in Hongze when several top strong men do not come out and the immortals do not care, not to mention that the other party is so young and his identity is so mysterious.

"Shi Lianchang, you deserve to die!"

Situ Fuhai suddenly laughed wildly, his gray hair scattered on his shoulders, and a ferocious face appeared on his old face.

It is not a loss to exchange the life of a fellow disciple for the life of a peerless genius with a grudge, not a loss!

"That was not the real use of the ancestral tablet before." Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi with a twinkling eye. He now cherished this young man even more. If it were not for the immortal, he might even have the potential to lead a certain force beyond Hongze.

"This is a dragon cave that can be carried with you."

As if to verify Ziyang's words, Situ Fuhai suddenly knelt down in front of the shadow of the ancestral tablet and kowtowed several times: "Please bless the disciple with the ancestral tablet, show the power of the immortal, and deter the evil spirits!"

It was clearly a cultivator in the late heaven realm, but he knocked his forehead to bleed in the Taoist palace.

And the ancestral tablet also responded.

I saw that the dense scarlet lines above seemed to come alive, like a reptile, crawling upwards, and countless Wuliangdao Palace patterns gradually dispersed and gathered in a certain Taoist palace picture.

Counting from top to bottom, that was the 27th picture.

Representing the master of this Taoist palace, he ranked 27th in the Wuliang Daohuang Sect throughout the long years.

Situ Fuhai's face quickly turned ruddy, and the Wanli River and Mountain Map once again reflected this land and water, with figures looming in it, and their bodies began to become distorted and huge, as if they had turned into the existence of demons and immortals, and roars resounded around.

Along with the changes, his aura soared like a bamboo shoot!

In just a few breaths, it reached a point that made Prince Ziyang frown slightly. It is worthy of being a fairy monument. This is just a phantom. In addition, the Wuliang Daohuang Sect's foundation is not rich. If they are allowed to grow for a while, I am afraid that they can use this fairy treasure to force the heavenly realm cultivators to step into the Dao realm!

"If I also make a move, I can defeat him, but I can't kill him."

Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi: "How do you plan to end it?"

"..."

Shen Yi threw the ancestral tablet casually and smashed it into the water, causing another storm.

But the shadow of the immortal treasure can't be destroyed by brute force. Even if it can be destroyed, it is not something that a heavenly cultivator can do.

"The ancestral tablet is still blessing him." Ye Jiu watched the ancestral tablet fall steadily on the water, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although Situ Fuhai's strength seemed to have stopped rising, as long as the ancestral tablet was still there, the opponent's aura would be like a surging river, continuous.

This is why Prince Ziyang couldn't kill the opponent.

"Is there any way to destroy it?"

Faced with Ye Jiu's doubts, Qi Yansheng widened his eyes. If he could answer this question, would the Seven Sons of Nanhong still be in a corner?

Ji Jingxi stared at Shen Yi closely, and she found that the other party didn't seem to want to destroy the immortal tablet.

As expected.

The next moment, Shen Yi ignored Situ Fuhai's changes and turned his gaze to the ten pictures at the top of the immortal monument.

Different from other Taoist palace pictures, these ten pictures are all accompanied by small seal characters with calligraphy and annotations.

Next to the last picture, there are eight small words.

“Create a different approach and be unique.”

The pattern looks familiar, but in the huge Taoist palace, there are nine majestic immortal monsters standing, showing their power with their teeth and claws.

Situ Fuhai was still kowtowing crazily, hoping to receive more immortal treasure rewards.

Shen Yi stood with her hands down and stared at the immortal monument quietly.

The next moment, in full view of everyone, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I want it too."

Not like a plea, more like an order.

Such an attitude was certainly not respectful, but the next moment, the scarlet blood lines that gathered in Situ Fuhaidao Palace's diagram began to squirm again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace diagram above.

"Well."

Situ Fuhai seemed to sense something was wrong, he raised his head in confusion, and then saw the picture.

This is the strangest picture on the Immortal Monument. It appeared out of thin air. Even if I traced seventeen branch sects, I could not find the owner of this picture.

And now, he seems to have finally found it.

Thinking of this, Situ Fuhai gasped and stared blankly at the ink-clad figure in the distance, his rosy face gradually turning pale.

In his sight, a scarlet map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gradually unfolded.

Shen Yi's body rose slowly and landed between the thrones of the Tao Palace.

He rested his palms gently on the armrests.

Tall shadows surged around him, and as they stepped out slowly, the fierce faces of tigers, dragons, and white deer gradually became clearer.

Accompanied by these nine demons, the dark mantle slowly lifted up.

The fair-skinned and handsome young man, like a demon king, leaned on the throne calmly.

In an instant, scarlet demonic energy swept out from the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, turning the entire sky into blood red, which was more vivid and eye-catching than the sunset.

Outside the long steps at his feet, the dying Situ Junrui was like a humble maggot, struggling on the pillar with a horrified expression on his face. Even if his throat was torn, his voice was like a gnat: "Brother...save me...he It’s the Demon King…”

The Wuliang Demon Palace finally revealed its true appearance in front of the world.

With the blessing of the Immortal Monument, this demon palace became more majestic, standing in the sky, like a bloody fairy city, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, making people's hair stand on end.

Shen Yi lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Situ Fuhai.

He stretched out his right palm slightly, and then lowered it calmly, as if he was passing judgment on the sect leader of the late Heaven Realm.

"cut."

The words were settled.

In the blood-red map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly appeared, regrouped into blood clouds all over the sky, and then swarmed down, swallowing up the Taoist palace below.

There was no sound in the field anymore, only the roars of the ferocious monsters were left, as if the most primitive beasts were hunting, tearing apart the fattest meat in the world.

Until everything is silent.

A sharp wail penetrated everyone's eardrums. It was the most desperate cry and a begging full of confusion!

"Family members are killing each other! Why!"

"Why!!"

The sound of crying floated in the air, and the tall Dao Imperial Palace slowly collapsed, roaring continuously, turning into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dissipating.