Chapter 151: Beheading Three Demons as a Gift for Their Meeting

  The solemn and majestic god statue on the altar is surrounded by incense smoke.

  A slender young man stood quietly, his palm stained with blood threads reaching for the hilt of the knife.

  The seemingly unhurried and gentle blade suddenly stabbed into the abdomen of King Wu, and a blue light flashed!

  The clothes ripped silently along with the skin.

  Shen Yi reached out and pulled out Jiao Dan, and at the same time threw his body out of the temple.

  A middle-aged man's tall body transformed into a hundred-meter-long python in several breaths, crashing to the ground, like an injured loach writhing on the mountain waist.

  "You go on."

  Shen Yi nodded, although he didn't believe in gods, but he could also understand the helplessness of these people.

  Even in the previous life, there were people who believed in this kind of thing, let alone in a chaotic world where demons and monsters roam everywhere. As long as it wasn't a demon transformed by the River God of Shuiyun Village, he wouldn't bother to pay attention.

  Turned around and stepped out of the River God Temple.

  The originally long queue of incense guests was now in a state of panic and disorder, even though Shen Yi had deliberately thrown the dragon further away, but the huge shock still caused many people to fall to the ground.

  However, when they saw the young man in a black shirt walk out, the panic on their faces quickly turned into astonishment, and finally, the thousand people's expressions became stunned.

  Dozens of monster catchers also stared blankly at the dying dragon.

  Then he saw Shen Yi walking towards Jiaolong, and with a wave of his hand, another green light disappeared into its huge and ferocious head.

  Slayed the Danjing Jiaolong, total lifespan 5100 years, remaining lifespan 1500 years, absorption complete.

  Two silver bells caught the brave men's attention, and they stepped forward with a bow: "May I ask which of General Chen's trusted officers you are?"

  Not to mention ordinary attendants, even in front of the Demon-Suppressing General, demon catchers didn't need to be so restrained, but this shocking scene before their eyes still made them unconsciously add a "sir" after addressing him.

  "Shen Yi."

  Shen Yi, in front of them, put the dragon's essence blood into the silver bell.

  The two demon catchers' faces suddenly turned strange, it turned out to be a fellow practitioner...... But when did such a ruthless person appear in the same profession?!

  "Are there two more in which direction?" Shen Yi politely asked, perhaps because the blood relationship between Xiao Jiaolong and Zhang Hengzhou was closer, the kind of connected feeling produced by taking the Jiao Dan earlier weakened a lot when searching for other Jiaolongs.

  "...The demon catcher let out a sigh, they had just seen it clearly, the other side was using teleportation to come, probably knowing that this matter had nothing to do with themselves."

  No longer making a petty appearance, he simply handed over the two strands of Jiaolong Qi that were hard to come by.

  "Then I'll have to trouble Lord Shen."

  Credit where credit is due, but it's always good to have two fewer dead men before the general gets back.

  "Thank you."

  Shen Yi took a deep breath, grasped the dragon's whiskers, and carried the massive corpse with him as he vanished into thin air once again.

  After he left, the mountain waist became lively again.

  The incense guests in the temple all rushed out, staring with wide eyes at the young man's departing horizon, and then rushed back to the statue, pushing and shoving each other to kowtow.

  "The River God is showing his divine power!!"

  ……

  Linjiang County, Shu Yun Township.

  The rivers are no longer as calm as they used to be, the waves are turbulent and rolling, like a bottomless giant mouth that chooses people to devour, making one tremble with fear.

  Innumerable cloud-patterned ink robes rustled in the slightly fishy-smelling river wind.

  This place is located in the middle reaches of the Yangchun River.

  An old man wearing a dark, glossy armor held the Primordial Great Halberd in his hand and stood silently at the edge of the riverbank, with his crimson cloak slightly dull.

  In front of the vast Yangchun River, even the Bao Dan Jing Town Demon General who nurtured the yin spirit appeared somewhat powerless.

  Chen Qiankun did not know whether Lao Jiaolong was dead or alive, nor did he know if the other party was still in Yangchun River.

  But as long as the old dragon didn't show up, he could only guard by the riverbank.

  Because apart from him, there was no second person in the entire Linjiang County who could see through each other.

  Not far from Old Man Tian Qi was a sturdy and robust young man, dressed as a third-rank military officer.

  "After finally taking a break for a while, I came out to face the Jiao tribe with Bao Dan realm sitting in town. Isn't it a bit annoying to Lao Fu?" Chen Qiankun said with a hint of smile.

  "No, it's just that I feel like I'm useless and can't be of any help, it's a bit embarrassing." Fang Heng slowly clenched his fist.

  "You're still young, we old folks are useless and couldn't buy you enough time." Chen Qiankun sighed, thinking that when he was young, his cultivation realm wasn't even as good as these little guys.

  At this point, he comforted himself: "You are already an existence that your peers need to look up to, there is no need to compare with a group of old guys."

  "What's there to look up to?" Fang Heng sneered at himself and didn't refute, but a figure flashed through his mind for no reason.

  Just then, some monster catchers rushed over quickly.

  Chen Qiankun restrained his smile: "Have you captured them?"

  This time more than a dozen veteran silver bell catchers came, taking three to five days, there should be some gains.

  "No, but..." The demon catcher's words trailed off abruptly.

  "What is it?" Fang Heng asked worriedly.

  But found that Old Man Chen had already withdrawn his gaze and was looking up at the sky.

  Under the gaze of everyone in the Demon Vanquishing Department, three enormous dragons appeared in the misty sky, their bodies hanging down, with jet-black scales reflecting a cold light, each one no smaller than the one on Qingfeng Mountain.

  At this moment, they came crashing down to the ground with a speed like lightning!

  Boom!

  Many school captains and deputy captains looked horrified, all of them covering their faces with their arms to subconsciously block the pungent wind that was rushing towards them.

  When the smoke and dust dispersed, what followed was the sight of a young man slowly walking out from among the corpses of the giant pythons.

  To that clean face, some people are strangers, but some people are familiar to the extreme.

  “……”

  Fang Heng held his breath and scratched his hair in a somewhat flustered manner.

  Chen Qiankun slightly raised an eyebrow, gazing at the three princes of the Yangchun River Jiao tribe, notorious for their ferocity. At this moment, they were all devoid of life, with their abdomens sliced open, their dead bodies eerily familiar.

  His eyes then fell on the young man's face.

  "Shen Yi has met General Chen."

  The young man in the ink shirt walked up to the crowd and slightly clasped his fists.

  There was a symbol on his collar that belonged only to Chen Qiankun. Logically speaking, the two should have been old friends who had known each other for many years.

  But at this moment, they both looked like they were handling official business... and didn't seem very familiar with each other.

  "But all three of the Jiaolong demons were beheaded by Lord Shen at once." The demon catcher shrugged and finished his sentence.

  Upon hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face showed a hint of complexity.

  He had glanced at him once when he left Qingfeng Mountain, and now that they met again, the young man seemed to still have that calm and gentle demeanor, yet somehow there was a world of difference.

  "I've actually been waiting for you all along."

  The old man sighed and a smile escaped from the corner of his lips: "But I'm also afraid you'll come looking for me."

  General Zong had five disciples with exceptional talent. Chen Qiankun lived for over 800 years and also wanted a young person to inherit his legacy.

  But also feel that such people staying by their side is a waste, for young people, joining the demon catcher is a more challenging but also more beneficial choice for their future.

  "As he said this, he looked deeply at Shen Yi: 'It's just that I never thought in my dreams that you and I would meet in such a way.'"

  ...as a meeting gift, three-headed jiaozi no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou...

  It's a bit too rich.

  So thick that even this old general's long-dormant heart was like the Yangchun River in front of him, stirring up a turbulent wave.

  (End of chapter)