Begin immortality by slaying demons

For desperate fights, the most taboo thing is losing momentum.

Shen Yi's non-stop actions made Jiao Mo unable to see where his limit was.

Not only that, the distance that the other party carefully maintained was like a chasm in its eyes. It seemed that it was only a few inches away from attacking, but it was still insurmountable.

The dense scars Chen Qiankun left on Jiao Mo's body made it look like a piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking.

At this moment, he was bombarded by the continuous Gang Qi.

This old demon of Ningdan, who had lived for more than three thousand years, had completely lost the power to resist, and a trace of fear was unavoidable in his heart.

This fear not only comes from the worry that the demon-suppressing general will catch up, but most of it comes from young people from far away.

This damn captain wants to completely blow him up!

"hold head high--"

No longer caring about Chen Qiankun, the dragon demon let out a high-pitched voice, intending to transform into his original body and fly away.

Even death! It would rather die under that demonic halberd!

Is a coward in the Jade Liquid Realm worthy of killing me, Mr. Jiao? !

"..."

Take the look of the demon into your eyes.

A trace of complexity flashed across Shen Yi's dark eyes, but without any hesitation, he drew out the straight sword from his waist.

The next moment, his figure suddenly rioted.

Holding the sword with both hands, he used the turbulent force to chop down a black light in the sky!

The sharp blade plunged into the Jiao Demon's heart.

The slender fingers with clear joints tightly grasped the handle of the knife, soaked in hot dark red demon blood.

"you wanna die!"

The dragon demon's claws suddenly shot out, easily piercing the young man's shoulders. The same hot blood, containing a little golden light, sprinkled on his fair face.

There was no determination in those clear eyes, there was a little pain and a trace of fear, no different from ordinary people.

Are you scared? Maybe a little.

To kill or not?

Shen Yi slowly released the hand holding the knife and clenched his fingers into a fist.

Cut off the pulse and capture the dragon!

Amid the severe tearing pain, the hard fist struck the Jiao Demon's veins at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye!

All the pitch-black pieces that had been burnt by the demonic fire countless times fell off, and countless veins were instantly sealed.

"Get out! Get out!"

The dragon demon's arms were numb, and his claws were dug into the opponent's flesh, unable to be pulled out no matter what.

It wanted to push the other person away in fear, but still couldn't do it.

Shen Yi even took another half step forward, letting the scaly claws sink into her body for another half inch.

"Unless you die, I will have trouble sleeping and eating."

His voice was like a mosquito, he grasped the black knife at the demon's heart again, and suddenly pulled it out, splashing a wave of blood.

The broken ink shirt danced, and the ritual knife wrapped in swimming blood was cut down like a full moon.

Pfft——

The ferocious dragon head rolled on the ground with a helpless expression. Under half of its body, a trail of blood spread along the path to the end of the line of sight.

It was the fishy wind and rain all the way, and I raised my hand countless times.

[Behead the Condensing Core Realm Jiao Demon, the total lifespan is 5,240 years, and the remaining lifespan is 1,970 years, all absorbed]

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: Three Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-four Years]

Shen Yi's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. It was unclear whether it was from exhaustion or excitement.

His breathing was rapid, and a hint of fatigue slowly appeared on his face.

After adjusting her breath for a moment, Shen Yi gritted her teeth and pulled out the two claws that were deeply embedded in the flesh. The scales on them were sharp, like circles of hooks pulling out flesh and blood... It was so fucking painful.

Half of the dragon's body fell to the ground with a bang.

Even after death, the prototype will not show up. It must have taken a lot of effort to get ashore. No wonder it has been able to stay in Qingzhou for more than a hundred years without being discovered.

Shen Yi stepped on the opponent's body and skillfully opened his abdomen with a knife.

At this moment, a stamping sound came from behind.

Shen Yi looked back and saw dozens of horsemen and horses rushing towards this place, led by a demon horse with an incomparable steed and a body as red as blood, along the blood traces left by the dragon demon.

I was slightly surprised.

How could such a huge Qingfeng Gate be dealt with so quickly?

On the crimson horse, an old man wearing black light black armor holds an iron halberd, looking down at this place from a high position.

Chen Qiankun stared at the young man covered in demon blood indifferently, showing no emotion or anger.

On top of the other demon horses were generals who had experienced hundreds of battles. When they saw the scene in front of them, surprise appeared in their eyes.

While I and others were still busy at Qingfeng Mountain, a school captain came over to hunt down a demon in the Condensing Core Realm?

What’s even more unbelievable is... Looking at the half-lifeless corpse, the dignified Yangchun Jiang Jiaojun was really allowed to be killed?

Hong Lei, who was last, jumped off his horse, glanced at Shen Yi in shock and helplessness, and came to Chen Qiankun and whispered something.

The old man waved his hand, looked at the young man again, tapped his chin and said, "See what I'm going to do, go on, take it."

Hearing this, Shen Yi continued to swing the knife, reached out and took out the gleaming Jiao Dan, and put it into his waist. The whole movement was smooth and smooth without any stagnation.

"..." The generals' breathing was stagnant for a moment.

Mr. Chen was startled for a moment, and then an imperceptible teasing smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He grabbed the reins and turned around slowly: "Give me a horse."

Hearing this, the general next to him was stunned for a moment, quickly turned over and dismounted, led the demon horse and walked quickly over, handing the reins to Shen Yi.

"This dragon body is going to be sent to the imperial court, but I can't give it to you."

Chen Qiankun continued: "For me, I will ride this horse back to Qingzhou Zhenmo Si Yamen, put on your big cloak, and come find me in Jiang County when you have time, and be my personal companion."

As soon as the old man said these words, not to mention other generals, even Hong Lei was stunned for a moment.

He told the other party personally that it was understandable that Shen Yi would be promoted to a general because he killed the thousand-year-old dragon and flipped his palms to the point of killing himself with an angry sword.

But becoming a personal follower... those are two completely different concepts.

This means that the old man is willing to include him in his successor team.

After he retires, he has the opportunity to compete with other followers for the position of each other's demon-suppressing general.

In addition, the more affordable thing is that you only need to follow the general for a few years...not the kind where you are temporarily transferred there, but the kind where you follow him day and night.

As long as nothing goes wrong.

General Chen will write a document, send it to the court, act as a surety for the other party, and get back an elixir condensation method to teach. If the merit is profound, it is not a problem to go to the martial arts temple two or three times before his life span is exhausted.

What could possibly go wrong? The old man needs to maintain his prime condition in order to frighten those big demons, so he rarely takes action.

With his protection, even monsters are rarely seen a few times. I don't know how much more comfortable it is than the other police officers of the Demon Suppression Department who fight for life and death.

"You seem to be seeing him for the first time?"

The general next to him suppressed his jealous emotions and said softly.

"Not really."

Chen Qiankun smiled inexplicably again, remembering the portrait that the monster hunter copied from a certain temple recently.

He is not a real martial arts immortal, he is just a pill-holding martial artist. He has jurisdiction over more than thirty counties, more than two thousand villages, and millions of people. He stares at those pill-condensing demons all day long, and he has no skills to control them.

Therefore, there are countless mountain elves and wild monsters who secretly build temples, but the one wearing the ink shirt is the first one.

He is indeed young and promising.

The incense is being snatched at my head. With such a temperament, no wonder he is so skillful at picking out demon pills.

Previously on the altar, every time Zhang Hengzhou cast his gaze outside, Chen Qiankun silently watched, including when the dragon fled, the boy in black clothes frowned and slowly retreated behind everyone. , the same is true.

It's a pity that I had important things to do before, so I didn't have time to talk to him.

Let’s talk slowly when we meet later.

There is a word limit on the recommendation, and it will be updated every few days for the time being.

Sorry guys, I will try to write more in each chapter, changing from six thousand a day to five thousand a day.