Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Shen Yi didn't act rashly; instead, he waited quietly on the spot.

Earlier at the Demon-suppression Bureau.

He had received a very important piece of news.

It was that the Red Cloud Treasure of the little Demon King could actually outpace his full-powered Xiaoyao Riding the Wind Technique.

This judgement came from Jiang Qiulan.

Even after experiencing it firsthand, the other party still hadn't changed this opinion.

About two days later.

A'Qian and Wu Feng finally arrived; neither of them knew the Teleportation Art, so they had to traverse through the forests, taking care to use the Breath Concealing Technique and the Illusory Form Technique to avoid attracting more demons' attention.

"We will set up the Golden Silk Treasure in advance. Once it's ready, we will signal you with the bells,"

both of the Golden Bell Demon Catchers were proficient in the Breath Concealing Method, and with their vast experience, even a stir of emotion couldn't cause their auras to leak out in the slightest.

Shen Yi watched as the two approached the distant mountainside.

This Breath Concealing Technique was clearly more advanced than his own; he decided to ask about it after getting back.

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He closed his eyes, keeping his entire body in a state of perfection.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan stood with hands dangling, quietly adjusting the murderous aura within his inner core.

The harsh daylight in the sky gradually softened, turning into a swath of red gauze at the edge of the mountains.

Suddenly, the silver bell at Shen Yi's waist trembled slightly.

"Strike!"

In an instant, a jade dragon roared out, dozens of zhang long, carrying an endless chill that made everything around it freeze, with a dragon body made of countless Profound Ice swords swirling together. The sharp blades overlapped like scales, emitting a metallic tremor.

—Roar—

Only the piercing sound of sword chants remained in the surroundings as the vast murderous aura spread out instantly.

The Profound Ice Jade Dragon, with its grand momentum, boomed towards the distance!

At the same time, a Crimson Greatsword accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, broke through the murderous aura, carrying a surge of demonic force, also shooting explosively in that direction.

Shen Yi vanished from the spot in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already above the waterfall cliff, the cold of the profound armor beneath him, the Abyssal Longblade silently unsheathed. He held the hilt tightly, as thick black mist spiraled up his armguards.

He held the blade with both hands, positioned horizontally in front of him.

His eyes calmly watched over the valley below.

The next moment, the Profound Ice Jade Dragon and the Crimson Greatsword crashed down furiously, as if to split the valley in half.

Boom!

Dust billowed, and debris flew everywhere.

A deep roar came from within: "Jiang Qiulan!!"

Then, a huge figure about eighty Zhang tall suddenly shot into the sky, its fierce visage contorted beneath sharp ox horns, and eyes ablaze with raging fury.

It was like a high-rise building, with broad shoulders and a body of clearly defined muscles covered in blood, the flesh torn and gashed all over, with a layer of profound ice frost on the wounds.

Under this magnificent figure.

A'Qian and Wu Feng, while maintaining their spells in the distance, unconsciously constricted their pupils.

Their impression of the little Demon King was still based on the last ambush.

How many years had passed, and yet the presence of the other party had grown several times deadlier than before—what kind of gifted lineage could result in such a terrifying leap in power!

The Demon King held a Ring-Headed Greatsword, opened his mouth wide, and roared again!

Immediately after, a shadow flashed into view.

The dense black mist swept down from above, the blade grazed its head, and a dazzling green light exploded in mid-air!

A thin line of blood extended downward from the center of its forehead.

Then it silently burst open.

A huge gash spread from the Demon King's face, all the way down to his heart.

With the Ring-Headed Greatsword raised, it swung with all its might in front of him!

As the greatsword descended, Shen Yi held the longsword vertically with one hand while the other supported the blade. The strength of seven Immortal Demons burst from his arms, erupting through his grip.

Clang!

In the instant when the powerful force transmitted from the greatsword, the lesser Demon King no longer dared to be careless, hurriedly grasped the handle with both hands, clenched his teeth, and pressed towards the young man.

Like a sheer cliff, the ring-headed greatsword collided with the three-foot Abyssal Longblade.

The lesser Demon King erupted with Crimson Demon Power, ferociously limitless, illuminating the heavens!

In the blink of an eye, wu light emanated from Shen Yi's armor, as Crimson Demon Power soared skywards as well.

The previously tranquil valley now seemed to have transformed into a Demon Prison.

"It's you!"

The Ox Demon's voice was rough and loud as it finally made out the face of the person who ambushed it.

After a brief moment of astonishment, it then realized it had seen this person before.

At that time, he stood behind Jiang Qiu Lan, and at the instant when the White Deer gave chase, he escaped using some Teleportation Art.

And now, even as it exerted all its strength, it could not press down the greatsword in its hands by even an inch.

In this flash of lightning.

The Profound Ice Seven Kills Sword Intent once again converged into a jade dragon, attacking from behind the lesser Demon King!

The Ox Demon's back, as sturdy and solid as cast iron, was instantly torn open by the jade dragon, stripping away a thick layer of flesh.

"Ah!"

The lesser Demon King let out a painful howl.

It couldn't understand how this group of people had found it... Jiang Qiu Lan, and this young man with overwhelming strength.

"To ambush this king, despicable!"

A dense red mist drilled out from its body, and beneath it a red cloud formed.

The lesser Demon King clearly realized that this was an attack prepared specifically for it.

It attempted to flee upon a cloud, but hardly had it risen into the air when a large golden net fell from the sky, tightly covering its entire body.

A'Qian and Wu Feng swiftly manipulated their spells, then the two grabbed the ends of the Golden Silk Net, channeling the Dao Fetus within their inner cores, their energy surging as they forcefully pulled the Ox Demon down a notch.

"Release me, this king commands!"

The lesser Demon King finally fell into a moment of panic, waving its longblade chaotically, attempting to cut through the golden silk.

It seemed that the silk was not special in material, but rather the golden light that covered it was effective; even the ring-headed greatsword that hadn't faltered against the Abyssal Longblade couldn't cut through the dense golden silk.

Only the light dimmed slightly.

As a consequence, A'Qian's face turned pale, and Wu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.

No wonder it dared call itself the lesser Demon King; its power had far exceeded the level it should have at the Embrace Pill Realm.

The Profound Ice Jade Dragon struck for the third time.

Before that, the young man clad in profound armor made his move. His figure suddenly soared, and his right leg came smashing down from the air. He even used the green light and Dao Fetus in addition to the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Demon and the Power of the Jiao Demon.

His leg, like a knife or a hammer, snapped the thick ox horn with a crack, then landed heavily on the top of the lesser Demon King's head.

A dull sound echoed all around!

The lesser Demon King's hands, that held the sword, suddenly dropped powerlessly, its eyes lifeless, as its majestic body stumbled backward and fell.

In an instant, the Profound Ice Jade Dragon followed closely and ruthlessly tore open its abdomen.

The Ox Demon crashed to the ground with a boom, causing the surrounding valley to shake in unison.

It widened its eyes, staring intently at the woman approaching from afar: "Jiang Qiu Lan... Jiang Qiu Lan..."

The lesser Demon King had never felt such rage.

It valued fairness, could have broken through the realm long ago, but still chose to defeat the opponent with the same realm's strength.

But now, she had come with others to ambush it while it was injured.

A'Qian watched the Ox Demon, yet her heart was void of any ripples.

It might have been honorable, but when it swallowed the people of Qingzhou city, it did not show a trace of mercy towards them.

Four hundred years, seventeen cities and counties.

The lives of millions of commoners needed to be accounted for!

Just then, as the Ox Demon lay on the ground, it gradually revealed a strange smile: "If you want to play it like this, my home is actually quite spacious."

Before the sound of its voice had faded, a Bronze Mirror swiftly drilled out from the Golden Silk Net.

The object grew against the wind and hung high in the sky, like a blazing sun!