I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The distance from Luozhou to Yizhou, where Jinguang Temple is located, is more than 20,000 miles.

Zhou Yi took a leave of absence from the Ministry of Things, one of which was to take a new leave for half a year. With clouds on his feet, he soared and left Luojing for the south.

You can travel thousands of miles in a day by flying in the clouds and riding on the mist, and you can travel thousands of miles in a day by using the escape method.

At this time, there are still more than two months until Hanyue, so there is no need to rush.

Zhou Yi looked down from the clouds. Taibai's poem "Looking down at Luoyang River" was wrong. He couldn't see the blood and weeds clearly.

Immortals fly so high that they can't see things on the ground, and most of them don't bother to look at them.

It's like standing on a tall building and looking down. A nest of ants has been burned by water and fire. You can't see clearly or see it.

Traffic is busy and the world is peaceful.

"Heights are so boring..."

Zhou Yi lowered his clouds and flew at low altitude.

On the road, I saw a thief committing evil, a flash of sword light flashed, I met a bandit and a robber, and he cast a thunder spell.

A man's dream of being a heroic hero cannot be exempted from vulgarity even if he is a true immortal.

The people's sincere gratitude is more comfortable than receiving tens of thousands more taels of congratulatory gifts.

One month passed in the blink of an eye, and we finally arrived at the border of Yizhou.

The mountains that separate Juan and Yi prefectures are called Anxian Mountain in the north and Xiaofo Mountain in the south.

When Zhou Yi flew over Laughing Buddha Mountain, he saw a golden Buddha dozens of feet tall, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Yizhou worships Buddhism, and before Taizu unified it, it was a territory called the Mahayana Buddhist Kingdom.

This day.

Zhou Yi lay in the clouds and tasted local wine from the mountain village.

My father-in-law is poor and miserable. He lost his father when he was young, his wife in middle age, and his son in old age. However, he has a very open-minded character.

There are bandits running rampant in the village. They come forward with a hammer, and their vigor is not inferior to that of their youth.

After the bandit died from the thunder punishment, the people in the village kowtowed and shouted to the gods.

The father-in-law was very knowledgeable and knew about the immortal master. He also found local wine from the village chief's house and sat down to drink it.

The two of them chatted all night about everything from astronomy to geography, strange people and strange people, Yin and Yang gossip, and Qimen Dunjia.

"There are strange people among the mountains and fields!"

Zhou Yi repeatedly used the Qi-gazing technique to observe that he was indeed an ordinary man, not a real immortal living in seclusion.

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, smelling a familiar scent.

Demonic spirit!

Cat demon!

Jumping from the clouds to the ground.

"Meow!"

There was panic in the voice, and the figure in the mountain flashed and hid behind the tree.

"Come out, I see you!"

Zhou Yi saw that the demon's aura was pure and clean, otherwise he would have killed it with one sword.

"Meow! I've never committed a crime, I've never eaten anyone, you can't kill me!"

A thin figure emerged from behind the tree, wearing a bamboo hat, bowing at the waist, and wearing gray linen clothes.

He was only as tall as Zhou Yi's waist, and had a large package on his back.

"Hide your head and show your tail!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, Maoyan covered his butt in panic, and carefully took off his hat.

It has blue vertical pupils, cat whiskers on its face, and two sharp tiger teeth protruding from its lips.

During the Qi refining period, the great demon's shape was incomplete and there were still traces of beasts.

Zhou Yi asked: "What's your name? Where do you come from? Where are you going?"

"My name is Mao Jiu. I used to practice in Tiger Mountain and plan to go to Juanzhou."

Mao Jiu bowed his head obediently and answered, his behavior awkward and his figure constantly trembling.

Zhou Yi looked at him with confusion. He had never seen such a cowardly and desolate demon. During the Qi refining period, the demon tribe could already gather together.

"Why did you leave Tiger Mountain?"

The demon clan has a very strong sense of territoriality, and unless they have no choice, they will only enclose the territory for themselves.

"There are people coming from the mountain, and they have tricked many demons into coming down the mountain..."

"I don't dare to go down the mountain. If they go down the mountain, they won't be able to come back..."

Mao Jiu spoke incoherently and rambled for a long time before Zhou Yi understood.

Tiger Mountain is a dangerous mountain in Yizhou. It was once occupied by tiger monsters from the Refining God Realm. In recent days, outsiders have come and tricked the monsters in the mountain to come down.

Among them are demons who are unwilling to go down the mountain. It won't take long for powerful humans to enter the mountain to eliminate the demons.

Mao Jiu has a timid character, and when he sees that the situation is not right, he packs up and runs away.

"This method is somewhat familiar!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand and picked up Mao Jiu, riding the clouds towards Tiger Mountain.

Mao Jiu landed on the clouds, eyes closed, fur standing on end, and screamed.

Meow——

Meow——

Zhou Yi asked: "The great demon in the Qi Refining Realm can control demonic energy and fly. How can you be afraid?"

"Flying is so dangerous, what if you fall?"

"I can't fall, I met a human monk... Now I meet him!"

"It's not safe to run in the mountains. I'll have to go out to escape in the future...!"

Mao Jiu ignored the package on his back and hugged Zhou Yi's thigh, refusing to let go.

The wind was strong and blew the package open.

Just some rags and a pair of wings wrapped in a package.

Flying cat?

"A majestic demon, only these rags?"

"If there are too many spiritual beings, people will be jealous of them. If they come to kill them, wouldn't they die violently?"

Mao Jiu cast several magic spells in succession to protect himself into a ball, ensuring that he would not die even if he fell into the clouds.

"These clothes were left behind by my mother. She warned me every day during her lifetime..."

"It's difficult for monsters to be born, so you must be careful!"

"..."

Half a day later.

Zhou Yi followed Mao Jiu's instructions and landed in a cave in Tiger Mountain.

The cave is covered by vegetation and vines. The bottom is a huge boulder. Behind the boulder is a fake cave. The next underground level is the Cat Demon Cave.

There was nothing in the cave, not even a luminous stone was installed, so poor.

"The sky is dark, comparable to the Demon Slayer Prison..."

When Mao Jiu heard the words "Demon Slayer Division", his body flashed and turned into a gray-white bobcat.

Meow meow meow!

He screamed softly and kept rubbing against Zhou Yi's trouser legs.

"what you do?"

"My mother said that if you meet someone from the Demon Slayer Division, you can survive by doing this."

"..."

Zhou Yi asked: "You have been living underground, how can you make friends with the monsters on the mountain?"

"Make friends? Why make friends?"

Mao Jiu said: "If you have many friends, the consequences will be heavier. If you are alone, disaster will come."

"Then how do you know what happened in the mountains?"

Mao Jiu was silent for a moment, caught a glimpse of the magic sword in Zhou Yi's hand glowing, and answered obediently.

"My clan has the gift of listening to the earth, so we must listen to news from the mountains every day to prevent monsters from coming to harm us..."

Zhou Yi picked up Mao Jiu, a civet cat more than two feet long, with a pair of four- to five-inch wings on its back.

"Take me to find the person who deceived the demon clan."

"Meow! I..."

The fiery sword energy enveloped the cat's entire body, and its irritating hair stood up.

The Zhou Tianxing Sword Fighting Formation is out of reach, and the Star Sword Dao lacks the essence of the stars. Zhou Yi has been pondering the Five Elements Sword Dao all the way, and can now stretch it as he pleases.

"...I heard a few days ago that the Big Bad Wolf had contacted those people several times."

"take me!"

As soon as Zhou Yi let go, Mao Jiu fell to the ground and disappeared.

"Earth escape technique?"

With a slight stomp of his feet, the entire mountain peak was imprisoned by magic power, and Mao Jiu's location was instantly found.

Mao Jiu felt that the ground was as solid as fine steel, and he came out with his head lowered and shrugged: "Great Immortal, this is an accident..."

The Tiger Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, with seven to eight hundred large and small hills, most of which have monsters hiding in them.

The big bad wolf occupies a peak and has dozens of body-refining-level wolf tribes under his command. It is quite famous in Tiger Mountain.

Zhou Yi flew into the clouds and landed outside the Wolf Demon Cave. He saw dozens of white bones, including human skeletons with gloomy expressions.

Roar!

A scream came from the cave, and then a gray and black giant wolf more than three feet tall emerged from the cave together with a dozen smaller giant wolves.

Gray Wolf looked at Zhou Yi and couldn't sense the level of strength, but just by looking at the indifferent expression, he knew that he was definitely an ordinary person.

"I would rather die than become a lackey of the human race. If I threaten the Demon Slayer Division again, don't blame me for falling out!"

"oh?"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with spiritual light, and a wave of resentment wrapped around the wolf demon.

The demonic energy was turbid and black, and it was obvious that he often relied on blood for nourishment.

"Pindao never threatens a demon, he only sends it into reincarnation!"

The five-color sword light flashed past, and half of the mountain peak was annihilated. The wolf demon and its tribe were wiped out.

Three years as a Taoist.

Mao Jiu, who was standing on Zhou Yi's shoulder, lost his legs and rolled to the ground.

Meow meow meow!

Rub your legs!