Chapter 134: Peacock Valley

  A gentle breeze swept across the mountain waist.

  In front of the smooth stone wall, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

  Swallowing hard, he dragged his numb right leg, clutching his stomach until now his whole face was still twitching uncontrollably. He took two steps forward and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Pffft."

  He wiped his mouth corner, and a look of horror welled up in his eyes.

  As early as in Tingyang County, Yan Xingkong had already noticed that among the pursuers was a very young and unfamiliar face, who should be a newly emerged demon catcher.

  It's probably because the Town Demon Office thought they were still playing around, so they didn't take it as a serious matter at all.

  They chased all the way into the demon's territory, and yet that young man still followed them.

  Swallows fly in the sky, this is just about to come forward and remind the other side that this time is completely different from the past.

  Didn't expect to be kneed in the groin as soon as I appeared.

  The horror force contained in it almost made him think that he had bumped into a perfect demon like Kambi Condensedan.

  "Welcome! Welcome!"

  Yan Xingkong snapped back to reality from the intense pain, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

  He pinched a strange finger seal on his hand and followed closely by walking straight into the smooth stone wall.

  All that can be seen is the ripples on the stone wall, which quickly calm down again, leaving only a few crimson bloodstains on the ground to prove that someone had indeed just passed by.

  About an incense stick later.

  Three figures emerged from the foot of the mountain, two of whom looked puzzled: "The aura has disappeared?"

  Xiao Xiangwei slightly furrowed her brow, not seeing Shen Yi's figure, and immediately lowered her eyes to look at the bloodstain on the ground.

  She walked quickly over, closed her eyes and felt the breath on her fingertips, then opened her eyes to look around, finally putting her gaze on the stone wall in front of her.

  Reach out and gently touch the past.

  The next moment, it was seen that the white palm of the scallion had directly entered into the stone wall.

  "Phantom Formation?" The Pure Yang Taoist's eyes widened, and there was no longer any semblance of the White Cloud Temple's High Priest.

  The face of the Qingjie Dao person suddenly turned solemn, and the formation that could completely conceal his breath was something that ordinary wild demons couldn't use. It must be a big demon who had been passed down for generations to have such extravagance.

  It's just chasing after a swallow in flight, how did it end up leading me to this kind of place?

  He cautiously retreated half a step and reminded, "Sir Xiao, please withdraw your hand. For this kind of formation, if there is no corresponding spell, even slight contact will attract the attention of demons..."

  Recovering martial arts is important, but it's not worth risking one's life.

  Perhaps this is Yan Xingkong's sinister plan, deliberately luring himself and others over to play a trick of borrowing evil spirits to kill people.

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiangyu looked down at the bloodstain on the ground again.

  She didn't think that Yan Xingkong would be a match for Shen Yi, but from what she knew of Shen Yi, someone who dared to enter the Blackstone Pool wouldn't be stopped by just one stone wall.

  As she thought of this, she suddenly stepped forward and walked inside.

  “……”

  Seeing this, the two old Taoists were momentarily stunned, exchanged a glance, and both showed a bitter expression, then gritted their teeth and followed.

  They are all top-notch martial artists, and this Xiang woman is still injured. The White Cloud Temple takes it upon itself to subdue evil and eliminate demons, so how can they retreat in fear after having their family's martial arts stolen by a demon?

  ……

  The valley is quiet and deep, with springs like jade.

  At the edge of the valley, there are several wooden houses standing still.

  Right above the cliff peak, Yan Xing crouched on the ground, his whole body's breath was held to the extreme, as a thief leader, this is his specialty.

  At this moment, his eyes, filled with bloodshot, stared fixedly at the window of the wooden house below.

  Her ears slightly perked up, and despite the distance between them, she caught the faint sound of their conversation.

  In the largest wooden house, an old man in a white robe sat with his eyes closed, looking like a fairy wind and bone. The only strange thing was that his cheeks were covered with shiny feathers on both sides.

  Next to her was an old woman brewing tea, also with a stern face and a sorrowful tone: "Ying'er is too willful, if she hadn't lied that I had something happen to me, she wouldn't even come back to take a look."

  The old man sneered, "If she wasn't being willful, how would she be following a martial artist around and fooling around outside? My daughter, I raised her myself, has she ever listened to half of my advice? A daughter like this, it's better to not have one at all."

  After saying that, he opened his eyes: "A person may not come back, but that Red Phoenix must definitely return."

  They never intermarry with outsiders.

  Maintaining blood purity through secret methods, only two offspring are born in each generation, one son and one daughter, repeating the cycle, passing down from generation to generation.

  Only in this way can we ensure that each generation will produce its own Ci Feng and Chi Feng.

  Kong Ying was destined to be with her brother, but she recklessly escaped from the valley and went to Qingzhou to marry Wu Fu as his wife. This is simply a great rebellion that will cut off their lineage completely.

  The old man became more and more angry, and suddenly stood up: "I'd rather feel that my son has been wronged, to share a wife with that ordinary fellow is simply a great shame."

  Just then, the old woman suddenly looked outside with a puzzled expression: "Someone has entered the valley?"

  In the blink of an eye, the gazes of the two men turned icy. A moment later, a sinister smile appeared on the old man's face: "Originally, I was thinking of waiting until after breaking through to go to Qingzhou and take his head, but unexpectedly this little guy actually knew what was good for him and came over to seek death."

  "Jing'er, take good care of your sister, I heard that young man is quite skilled." The old woman reminded her indifferently.

  The voice fell, and the small door of the wooden house next door creaked open.

  A young man with a refined face slowly stepped out of the door, wearing a luxurious feathered robe that was imposing, his sleeves rolled up, and his arms were stained with blood.

  He stretched out his hand and played with a beautiful red feather between his fingers, the corner of his mouth curled up: "No need."

  In the room behind, a large peacock lay on the bed, its beautiful plumage losing its luster, its long tail feathers hanging to the ground, its eyes dull, and dry bloodstains staining the large bed red, apparently having been dead for some time.

  Two old men walked out of the house, glanced over there, slightly surprised, but didn't say much: "Look at you, can't you be a bit cleaner."

  "When my sister was alive, she served Yan Xingkong, and I couldn't be too disadvantaged." Kong Jing's eyes were cold and dull, twirling the fiery red feathers, sneering: "I heard that when she was in Qingzhou, Bai Ziming couldn't save people, but would let her help, using our sect's treasure to rescue the Demon Suppression Division's people, it's simply ridiculous."

  "No need to be angry, wait for your father to catch a swallow in mid-air and let you vent your anger."

  The old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the valley below.

  He is a powerful and perfect demon king outside Qingzhou. Unless the Demon-Suppressing General himself comes, there has never been an existence that can make him move.

  At the same time.

  Xiao Xiangwei and the other two people passed through the stone wall, and finally saw clearly this secluded valley like a paradise on earth.

  But just for an instant.

  Several people's faces changed color at the same time.

  The entire mountain was imperceptible to even a hint of demonic energy, but the moment I stepped into this place, it surged over me like a tidal wave.

  Great demon! And there's more than one of them!

  Two Taoists swallowed their saliva, tightly clenched their teeth, and almost simultaneously pinched up their sword fingers.

  On the cliff valley above, Yan Xingkong looked at the corpse of the peacock in the house, and his eyes, which were originally filled with bloody threads, were now eerily calm.

  He wasn't surprised because he had sensed his wife's death long ago.

  There is no room for resentment, as those eyes are already filled with a thick and almost palpable murderous intent, leaving no space for anything else.

  Kong Ying is a demon, and so are the ones here. Moreover, they never enter Qingzhou. No one would be willing to come all the way to provoke them for the death of another demon.

  Zhēn mó sī, bái yún guān.

  Translation:

  Demon-quelling Department, White Cloud Temple.

  This is all the help that Yan Xingkong can invite.

  He slowly got up from the ground, his right hand wiped the small cloth bag at his waist, and a dazzling golden longbow suddenly appeared in his palm.

  The entire bow is extremely thick and heavy, with flowing cloud patterns forming the limbs of the bow, surrounding a large sun, and even the bowstring emits a bright white light!

  (End of chapter)