The digital demon catcher stopped checking his disciple's movements, and a deep sense of vigilance emerged between his eyebrows.

  Only Chen Qiankun's face remained unchanged, and he casually loosened his grip on the heavy iron halberd, closed his eyes, and his yin spirit instantly left his body, holding the halberd to ascend into the air!

  A demon lord with an aura like this still can't stir him.

  But just for an instant.

  The big halberd hovered in mid-air, seemingly dazed, before finally falling back into Chen Qiankun's hands.

  The old man opened his eyes, and a hint of something unusual appeared in his calm gaze.

  That breath... disappeared.

  Even the gods of darkness cannot detect his tracks.

  Within the confines of Jingdan, at such a close distance, it is absolutely impossible for any demon to escape the ears and eyes of the yin god. Neither can they conceal their breath like Zhang Hengzhou nor condense into human form, let alone use low-level transformation techniques.

  It's more like a kind of teleportation, moving thousands of miles in an instant, just to shock myself.

  If it's like this, I'm afraid the aura revealed just now is only a corner of the iceberg.

  Chen Qiankun grasped the hilt of his iron spear tightly and slowly turned to face the demon catchers.

  The demon catcher's face changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

  The old man who had been suppressing his youth alone, surprisingly showed a hint of sighs and regrets in his eyes.

  "I don't know which demon lord is playing tricks on me here. Since you refuse to show your face, let's just give you a look... at the sharpest sword in Qingzhou."

  "Trouble you all, go to Yushan County."

  "Please, Jiang Qiulan."

  As soon as this was said, including the two guardians of the Qingfeng Mountain sect, they all subconsciously touched their necks.

  More than 20,000 skulls are still piled up on the city wall of Yushan County.

  Several demon catchers nodded in agreement: "General, no need to be polite, we know what's at stake."

  General Jiang's method of seeking the demon may not be stronger than General Chen, after all, she and the old master are both in the Bao Dan realm, although they are more powerful, but also have not truly broken through.

  Also the only one among all the Demon-subduing Generals who does not cultivate Wu Xian or Hunyuan.

  Even the skills of the heavenly gods are gone.

  As long as she leaves the Jade Mountain City Gate, at most half a day, all the famous and surnamed demon kings in Linjiang Prefecture will receive news of the wind, and then return to their caves to rest.

  The number one sword of Qingzhou, the first of the twelve Devil-Conquering Generals, who can take down both the Devil-Conquering Department and the Four Surnames Five Clans. The only one who can surpass her is her own master, Generalissimo.

  "I still have things to attend to, so I won't stay long."

  Chen Qiankun shook his head slightly and beckoned with his hand. The fiery red horse transformed into a flowing light and came over, lightly touching its nose to him.

  He immediately carried the old general to the waist of Qingfeng Mountain, with four hooves lightly treading and slowly stepping on the top of Guanjian Gorge.

  The old man cast his gaze down at the dense forest below, finding it somewhat interesting.

  In the message brought back by the demon catcher, the villagers of Shuixiang Village described in vivid detail a black-shirted river god with an ink knife at his waist and eyes full of murderous intent.

  When they finally met in person, he was a reserved young man.

  I waited all night, but didn't see anyone come over to pay their respects.

  With a vigilant mind and decisive killings, he didn't lose the bravery of fighting for his life. When taking the demon pellet, his determination was so strong that it seemed even this town's demon-suppressing general couldn't snatch his things away.

  But did not use this to ask for greater credit, from beginning to end, even close to oneself is unwilling, let alone fawn on and invite merit.

  "Look down on the achievement of beheading the giant serpent? I'll give it to you anyway."

  Watching the young man walk out of the tent, the old man's lips rarely showed a hint of a smile. After observing for a few more years, Qingfeng Mountain's Sword Pond would also be a good choice for him.

  The Demon-Slaying Department is not short of talents, but lacks talents that have been tempered through life and death. Although there is a risk of falling prematurely, without experiencing those moments of life and death, how can one protect the millions of ordinary people?

  A good seedling is one that has survived and thrived.

  "Stay by my side, though safe, it's a pity."

  Having achieved success, one should enjoy the glory.

  He said calmly at this point: "Before returning to the Town Demon Temple, dare to come down and break your legs."

  The words that were neither too light nor too heavy floated down to the ears of the two people at the foot of the cliff.

  Hong Lei led the horse, shocked to look back, and after seeing Chen Qiankun's familiar figure, he hurriedly pushed Shen Yi: "I said, this horse was given to you by the general, so you should come to lead it. What are you hesitating for?"

  Shen Yi looked in the same direction, and saw a red glow flashing across the sky, disappearing at the end of his line of sight.

  Her uninhibited posture made him involuntarily feel a few more points of envy.

  “……”

  Fortunately, I also have some foundation.

  Feeling the outer Dan in the Qihai being suppressed again by the Ruyi Baolu.

  Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and mounted the demon horse.

  More than twenty golden eagle guards opened the way in front, surrounded by dozens of outer camp guards. Hong Lei walked steadily with his demonic horse, whispering into a secret passage:

  "The old general is worried that you will be remembered by the Yangchun River water clan, and the matter of beheading the python is known only to this group of biased generals."

  "However, Zhao Kanglin died right in front of us, and he was the only one who died... The Zhao family can't help but suspect and resent you in their hearts. Although that group of old things may not have moved against you, it's better to show your strength ahead of time and avoid a lot of trouble."

  ……

  Qingzhou City

  Under the control of the Demon-Slaying Department's yamen, few big things have been heard from here.

  It's nothing but the sword guest's wife being kidnapped again, and the bandits in Ping Sha Valley drinking a few more jars of wine with the king.

  As one after another of the messengers rushed about, a certain matter that was enough to make everyone lose their minds and could not be concealed spread throughout the streets.

  Qingfeng Mountain is gone.

  Unlike the stormy weather in Yushan County, under the hands of the great general of Linjiang County, a majestic mountain gate that had lasted for many years suddenly disappeared into thin air.

  The storyteller grasped the sounding board tightly and stood awkwardly in the teahouse.

  He spoke of chivalrous bones and tender feelings for decades, he spoke of swords beheading demons and monsters for decades, all turned into real "rumors" overnight.

  "I..."

  His dry lips moved slightly, barely holding on to his composure. The familiar story he had memorized was hard to bring out again, and all he could do was rack his brains to think of a new one.

  "Today, I'll tell you all about... hmm... Water Cloud Village's River God wielding a divine sword, angrily beheading the thousand-year-old river fish spirit!"

  The storyteller wiped the sweat and heavily slapped the sounding wood: "It is said that in this dynasty, there was a majestic man with leopard head and ring eyes, wearing a golden cloud patterned robe, holding an axe that could open mountains and cut rivers, with a spirited appearance, stepping on the waves of the Yangtze River, with thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind him."

  "That river monster's face was ferocious, with a big head and ears, and an arrogant air! He shouted loudly, 'Who are you, coming here?'"

  The Great Han smiled coldly, and the turtle-like creature immediately cupped its hands in respect. This was a heavenly star descending to earth, the River God of Jiang... Just hearing his divine name made the river demons retreat in shock, their bodies trembling like sieves, even that thing shrinking to the size of a bean...

  "Hmph!"

  The storyteller spat a mouthful of saliva into his hand, his voice high and sharp: "The immortal sword slashes down, crushing the river demon's bones to ashes!"

  The young man wrapped in bandages below couldn't help but close his eyes and say in a low voice, "It's no good, I'm feeling a bit embarrassed."

  The charming young woman in casual clothes picked up her teacup, somewhat uneasy: "Ordinary people just love to hear exaggerated stories."

  Li Xinhans looked at the storyteller again: "I don't know how far he is from the Jade Liquid Realm, it should be soon, he's also a genius, but he's trapped in Baiyun Town, wasting a lot of time."

  "Right."

  "He suddenly remembered something: 'I asked you to take me out for a walk earlier, but I forgot to ask, why did you come back so early? Where's Shen Yi?'"

  Li Muzhen stared at the tea leaves floating in the cup, remaining silent for a long time.

  She didn't know why she had to rush back either. She had only been in that county town for two days before she couldn't bear it and rode her horse back.

  What if Qingfeng Mountain continues to draw out the school lieutenant, what if it draws itself...

  Why don't you want me anymore all of a sudden?

  A martial artist who has achieved initial perfection, what can he actually do on Qingfeng Mountain?

  Among the woman's chaotic thoughts, Li Xinhanslowly furrowed his brow, staring tightly at his sister, with anger and incredulity in his eyes: "You let him go?!"

  Rarely questioned, Li Muyin did not refute, but suddenly stood up.

  "Back again! The Town Demon Patrol Captain is back again!"