"Hah! Hah!"

  The enormous body of the dragon rolled and convulsed, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, sending up clouds of dust.

  Reincarnated into human form.

  A body covered in black scales, with dark red fine wounds.

  The ferocious dragon's skull was panting heavily, its sharp claws pointing downwards, stained with a handful of blood plasma, and from the waist and abdomen, it was cut off by the big halberd, leaving only half of its body.

  Eyes full of panic and lingering fear.

  It leaned against the tree, letting out a screech from its bloody maw, scarlet tongue tip poking out, coarse scaly claws curled up, and sizzling sealed the wound.

  From today on, there will be no more Zhang Heng's boat on Qingfeng Mountain, only the Six Kings of Yangchun River will remain.

  On condition that... I can escape back to Yangchun River.

  Intense resentment and venom converge in his fierce and sinister eyes.

  It was a three-thousand-year-old elixir-refining old demon, yet it appeared so weak when facing Chen Qiankun.

  "Ghost Hunting Bureau! Ghost Hunting Bureau!"

  The dragon slightly recovered its strength, with a dense jealousy on its face. The Dan Tian boundary is divided into three steps: condensing liquid into dan, embracing dan in the sea of qi, and scattering dan to nourish the spirit.

  The most important one is the second step.

  The elixir is like a fetus, at the initial stage of its formation, it only contains the pure breath of heaven and earth, just like an empty eggshell. After the fragmentation of the elixir, what will be born depends mainly on what substance was used to nourish it during the incubation period.

  If one cultivates with the intent of the sword, qi and blood, essence... to achieve the state of the Primordial Chaos Sect Master, then demons and monsters who have reached this realm can be called a Demon King.

  But the more than ten great generals of the Demon-Slaying Department, including the General of Qingzhou, except for a few individuals, all took the shortcut of incense and fire offerings.

  Nourish the inner elixir with the incense and wishes of the common people of Qingzhou, wait for it to break its shell, and give birth to a noble spirit.

  This realm is no longer bound by the martial way and is completely different from the Hunyuan Realm. It belongs to two different paths, known as Wu Xian.

  When it comes to close combat, Wu Xian is far inferior to the masters of Hunyuan Realm, but he has his own mysterious skills, which include escaping through the yin spirit, roaming the four seas, and listening to all directions.

  This is the path of a mountain spirit's apotheosis, doing good deeds and building temples, accumulating wishes and powers to become a mountain god or river mother, or ruler of a region.

  However, it was learned by the martial arts, relying on the support of the imperial court, and under this unique condition, they plundered incense and fire at will.

  Chen Qiankun is only eight hundred years old.

  Relying on the reputation of Linjiang County's Grand General, he had accumulated such a foundation.

  Although I couldn't behead the demon from a thousand miles away, I could still briefly send my spirit out of my body, wield a sharp blade and chop it down, almost taking my own life with one slash.

  The other party's inner elixir already has a faintly discernible figure of a martial immortal, only lacking the polishing of time, quietly waiting for the opportunity to break through with the shattered elixir.

  "Green Peak Mountain cannot trap him!"

  The demon's eyes revealed despair, that endless sword intent, could trap the physical body, but how could it trap the yin spirit.

  Even Zhang Jiaolao, the ancestor of the Zujian sect, a wisp of residual soul, relying on the essence and blood of his disciples to sustain his life, thought that as a martial artist, Chen Qiankun had no way to deal with him, and was safe and sound, daring to show his face in front of Chen Qiankun... At this moment, he was probably also killed by the old general's dark spirit slash.

  "Run!"

  The demon finally had some strength and dragged its body with both palms, struggling to crawl on the ground.

  As long as he returns to Yangchun River, the dragon will return to the water. Let alone Chen Qiankun, even if the true martial immortal of Zhenmo Si Qingzhou General came, they could only gaze at the river and sigh in admiration.

  It's not easy to accumulate a bit of fame, as the disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, Jianchi Ningdan, succeeded as the leader, and as long as he takes it one step at a time, he'll have the chance to compete for the incense.

  Couldn't bear to give up Zhang Heng's identity, but lost half of his body!

  Even in such a predicament, in order to cover up his tracks, he didn't even dare to reveal his true form as the Jiaolong, it's utterly humiliating!!

  Jiaomo desperately concealed his aura, and with both palms grasping the air, he was not much slower than flying through the clouds. The main advantage was safety.

  In an instant, it shook violently and looked up at the vast crimson aura in front of it.

  The faint sound of footsteps came from beside her ear.

  "Qiankun Chen, you're too deceitful!"

  The demon was like a startled bird, suddenly turning around, its terrified voice slightly cracking.

  But immediately afterwards, it saw a figure that made its heart feel resentful and poisonous.

  A handsome young man breathed rapidly, his disheveled hair wet with sweat and stuck to his pale face. His black shirt fluttered slightly as he tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, his dark eyes overflowing with endless killing intent.

  Then he stopped in his tracks at a safe distance.

  "It's you."

  The demon was stunned, suddenly feeling extremely amused, yet his heart was also filled with immense pain.

  Could it be that I look so desolate, even a young master from the Jade Liquid Realm dares to chase and kill me.

  Looking at his opponent standing still, Jiao Mo was somewhat puzzled: "You are just a school lieutenant, earning 200 taels of salary per month, why do you want to come alone?"

  Shen Yi wiped away the sweat on his forehead. He vowed that from the moment he opened his eyes in the Liu family, he had never run with such effort before.

  Luckily, there was an inexplicable connection between them, allowing him to slowly catch up even when his legs were not strong enough, so he wouldn't lose her.

  He clenched his fist.

  The full-force strike of Tian Jue Xue Sha suddenly descended and slammed onto the half-remaining body of the Jiao Mo!

  It wasn't until now that Shen Yi gradually came back to herself, softly explaining: "Because you looked at me three times."

  The scales on the Jiaomó's back were blasted off by the raging air, revealing a dense thicket of cracks that slowly split open, as wicked flames licked at its flesh.

  On that dragon's skull, his expression didn't change at all: "You take one look at me and you want to kill me?"

  It's San Yan.

  Shen Yi pressed her lips together and looked away, calmly but sincerely correcting the other person's words: "Not just wanting to kill you, but also wanting to kill your whole family."

  He spoke from his heart.

  In Jiaolong's eyes, Shen Yi saw resentment and hatred, but couldn't see his own way out.

  So even if the other party has just a glimmer of hope to escape.

  He also wants to extinguish it with his own hands.

  Otherwise, waiting for one's own, perhaps it is the revenge of the entire Yangchun Jiaolong tribe.

  "Hah! Ha——"

  Jiaomo saw the situation, remained silent for a long time, as if he had seen through the young man's thoughts. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, his whole body trembling, and laughed so hard that he was gasping for breath. He pressed his claws heavily on the ground in front of him and said with a stern voice: "You're still somewhat clever."

  Zhang Heng was valued by Qingfeng's leader and treated him like a son. The two had common ground in their personalities.

  That's the same old story!

  Moreover, Jiaofeng is not a half-demon, but the offspring of its mother, who was born before leaving Yangchun River. It's just that it can't put its heart at ease, worrying that its young age will be bullied by other demons, so it took it out from the river.

  That is its sole... true... heir!

  At this moment, the dense and familiar aura on the young man's body made it go wild.

  Even if he knew Chen Qiankun would catch up at any time, it was almost effortless to take down a Yu Ye Jing Wu warrior with ease.

  "So what are you waiting for! Come on! Kill me!"

  Jiaomo let out a sharp whistle, and then crawled forward for a short distance. Then, he saw Shen Yi quietly retreat a few steps back, raise his hand and summon another piece of Tianxia Blood Evil.

  He advances, he retreats.

  Come in as much as you go out, without a single difference.

  Jiaomo: "......"

  "Don't come over here, I'm a little scared."

  Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging down, his voice calm and steady, speaking the truth, then immediately raised his hand to cast out the third Blood Calamity.

  The previous exchange between them had already completely exceeded his understanding.

  So he was really somewhat uncertain.

  The Blood Scythe, which had never failed before, struck the Jiao Demon's body but seemed to have no effect.

  But Shen Yi firmly believes that accumulation will eventually lead to success, and if it doesn't, then it's just not enough yet.

  In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty palm strikes had left his face deathly pale.

  The power of Blood Oath has increased, and its consumption is no longer comparable to what it was before.

  The dense and numerous demonic auras descended upon the Jiao Demon's body like a torrential downpour, causing the sky to take on a dark red hue.

  Just as Jiaomo thought he was exhausted, Shen Yi slowly held his breath.

  He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a golden light reappeared in his pupils: "......"

  The palm of the hand had just stopped for a moment, and it was actually raised again!

  "What kind of sorcery is this?"

  Facing this incomprehensible scene, Jiaomo's face changed slightly, and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

  It felt a tearing pain creeping up its back, its eyes were cold and indifferent, it hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around and crawled away into the distance.

  Something's off! Let's get out of here!

  “……”

  The faint footsteps sounded again.

  The giant serpent suddenly turned its head, glaring at him with anger, but then helplessly withdrew its gaze and continued to climb more vigorously.

  However, the footsteps continued to follow closely behind, only stopping when it turned its head back. Shen Yi was always ready to retreat, not giving it any chance to counterattack.

  Along with it came continuous and endless torrential rains.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  On the hard back of Jiaomo, a surging flame was left, and the dense wounds all over his body burst open, and the dark red demon blood dyed the ground red.

  It finally stopped moving, staring at the youth who was as inseparable as a ghost, with blood color surging in his pupils, opening his mouth to reveal a full set of fangs and scarlet sharp tongue, and roaring furiously: "You're afraid of your old mother!"

  "Get out!!"

  The other party is so ruthless and merciless, without a hint of fear.

  What the hell kind of person is this, doesn't he have any dignity as a martial artist?!

  Bully disabled people? !