Yellow Court Daoist

"Not good!"

Just as Qian Qingxuan turned around, feeling the gust of wind behind him, panic struck his heart. Before he had any chance to activate the great array to escape, a blow from Lu Qingfeng struck him squarely in the back.

"Ah!"

Qian Qingxuan cried out in misery and fell into the Wind and Fire Big Mill, his mana shattered by the conjoint force of wind, fire, and thunder, reverting him to his original form.

He was indeed a Jin Qian Bao that had attained the Dao.

One of the Qingluo Eight Demons was downed again!

"Excellent!"

Daoist Bing Yi had not managed to stop Huang Su, but turning around and seeing Lu Qingfeng killing the third demon Qian Qingxuan, he immediately applauded with great praise.

However.

This was the limit.

After successively killing the second demon Xue Ping and third demon Qian Qingxuan, the remaining five demons together with the Eight-Armed Demon Lord Huang Su disappeared into thin air with a leap. The flying snow covered their traces entirely.

"What a pity."

Lu Qingfeng waved his Iron Centipede Bamboo Stick, causing twelve iron wire centipedes to wrap up the corpses of the second demon Xue Ping and third demon Qian Qingxuan, pulling them back as they clung to the bamboo stick.

He stored the two bodies.

Such demons, with cultivation nearly reaching the Primordial Spirit, still held infinite wonders in their dead bodies, all treasures in their own right.

With a wave of his hand.

The Wind and Fire Dual Beads fell back into his hand, making the Wind and Fire Big Mill disappear.

The Thunder Prison all around also faded into nothingness.

"The Eight Demons are cunning; being able to slay two this time is a great harvest."

"That Eight-Armed Demon Lord Huang Su was hit by the Bing Yi Needle and must be dealt with immediately; otherwise, it will become a severe threat and eventually die from the fire poison attacking its heart. For a while, it will be hard for it to cause any harm."

Seeing a look of regret on Lu Qingfeng's face, Daoist Bing Yi immediately chuckled.

After Lu Qingfeng had successively slain two demons, Daoist Bing Yi's attitude had evidently become much friendlier. Lu Qingfeng's demon-slaying had been decisive and efficient, even pushing himself further than expected by three parts.

"Bing Yi Needle."

Lu Qingfeng listened, his interest piqued.

"Magic Artifact: Bing Yi Needle"

"Grade: Sixth Rank"

"Description: This needle, refined from the essence of separation fire, is naturally gaseous and enters upon finding a gap. Once hit, it must be dissolved immediately; otherwise, it becomes a severe threat, and the attacked will eventually die from fire poison attacking their heart."

This hidden weapon was somewhat similar to the 'Three-Edged Demon Slaying Needle' Lu Qingfeng had obtained years ago; both were disposable magic artifacts designed for assassination.

However, the Bing Yi Needle also bore some resemblance to 'Qiantian One-element Thunderbolt' and 'Stone Fire Divine Thunder', the former harvesting thunder and flames, the latter refined from the essence of separation fire.

"Bing Yi Needle."

"Daoist Bing Yi."

Lu Qingfeng looked at Daoist Bing Yi and realized, "This needle is dangerous, brother; no wonder you can make the Eight Demons wary."

Daoist Bing Yi indeed had remarkable strength.

This swordsmanship, combined with the unpredictable Bing Yi Needle, would make any Nourishing God Realm Cultivator exceedingly cautious. One careless move could result in being hit by the Bing Yi Needle, leading to severe injuries or even death.

In the Nourishing God Realm, he was certainly a formidable presence.

"Brother, do not jest."

"Your Wind and Fire Big Mill and Thunder techniques are extraordinarily powerful; even I dare not enter lightly. This bamboo cane, refined from iron wire centipedes, is fiercely potent too. Within the Three Mountains and Nine Waters, there are only a few in the Primordial Spirit First Realm who could contend with you."

Daoist Bing Yi said, his tone carrying both admiration and sincerity.

Lu Qingfeng knew his own strength and did not indulge further in mutual flattery. Instead, looking around with a frown, he said, "It's truly hard to let those six Demons escape like this."

"Nothing can be done."

"The Snow Mountain Formation envelops the entire Qingluo Valley, based on the 'Snow Soul Pearl'. Even Snow Mountain Ancestor Wei Fengniang can't find the Eight Demons within this formation, what can we do?"

Daoist Bing Yi shook his head.

This opportunity was indeed rare. But the Qingluo Valley was ultimately the stronghold of the Eight Demons; not saying it's impenetrable, but their concealment was truly top-notch on earth.

He looked at Lu Qingfeng and smiled, "Brother, don't dwell on it. Let's cultivate discreetly for a while, and next time we'll come back to eliminate them."

Lu Qingfeng listened, but shook his head, "Give me three days, and I'll surely break this formation!"

As he spoke.

He sat down right there, spiritual energy fluctuating all around him as strands of spiritual silk and Xuan light danced wildly, evidently trying to break the Snow Mountain Formation.

Seeing this, Daoist Bing Yi was initially startled.

Then realizing the intent, he laughed wryly, "If that's the case, I'll accompany you for three days."

With that.

He also seated himself on the spot.

...

Three days later.

"So this is where it was hiding!"

Lu Qingfeng muttered softly and suddenly stood up. His feet tapping with flashing thunder light, he dashed towards a particular spot.

"Brother."

Daoist Bing Yi opened his eyes, his gaze deep, and swiftly followed behind.

In an instant, they traversed thousands of miles.

Lu Qingfeng landed on a concave mountain peak, fingers radiating Xuan Light, thousands of thunderbolts raining down directly onto the concave mountain peak.

Boom boom boom!

A series of roaring sounds ensued, the mountain peak collapsed, and endless accumulated snow thunderously rolled down, as if heaven and earth were splitting apart.

From within the concave mountain peak, six streaks of Xuan Light sprang out, six figures hanging in the air, revealed to be the six Demons that had escaped three days earlier.

Leading them, the Eight-Armed Demon Lord Huang Su, wrapped in fire poison, his face flickering with red light, looked at Lu Qingfeng and Daoist Bing Yi with a mix of shock and uncertainty, "How did you find this place?!"

"Good brother!"

"Well done!"

Daoist Bing Yi, initially skeptical and doubtful, now had all suspicions cleared, his face lit up with joy.

"Brother, act quickly; make sure not to let the six demons escape again!"

Lu Qingfeng didn't engage in pleasantries.

Raising his hand, he threw out a Purple Gold Bowl, hanging it in the void. From the Purple Gold Bowl, two beams of Light Qi erupted, intertwined and trapping the hesitant Huang Su who had just turned to flee.

The Light Qi entwined, preventing any movement in all directions.

"Brother, rest assured!"

"Will definitely slay this demon!"

Bing Yi Daoist responded loudly without further reservation.

First, a single sword swayed the heavens, transforming a thousand sword glints abruptly into twelve, which then congregated into a mere seven. These seven sword glints assembled into formation, and immediately, the Beidou Xuan Guang Sword Formation was established.

This was even more ferocious than the prior Yuan Chen Sword Formation, increasing its intensity by twelvefold!

BOOM!

As the Sword Formation operated, thunderous sounds roared.

This was the attainment of the Third Realm of Sword Dao, known as 'Sword Qi Thunder Sound'—a truly extraordinary level of swordsmanship.

"Break!" yelled Lu Qingfeng.

Huang Su, caught in the center, was first entangled by two light beams from the Purple Gold Bowl, then besieged by the sword formation.

His eight arms flailed wildly, his face twisted with insanity.

Yet, the fire poison attacked his heart, and he quickly fell into a decline.

"Big brother!" the Five Demons cried out in alarm upon seeing Huang Su trapped.

Without Huang Su leading the formation,

Lu Qingfeng found it much easier to deal with the remaining five demons.

He unleashed the Wind and Fire Dual Beads and the Wind and Fire Big Mill swept across. Thunder from the heavens poured down, and in his hands, the Iron Centipede Bamboo Stick released twelve Iron Wire Centipedes. He stepped forward—

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

With five consecutive strikes, amid cries of agony, the five demons were all beaten back to their original forms, all breathing their last.

"Damn it!"

"Xipi the Ancestor, save me quickly!"

Seeing this, Huang Su's eyes widened in desperation, and without any hesitation, he called out to the high skies.

As his voice echoed,

To the northeast of Qingluo Valley, a beam of light suddenly soared skyward. An overwhelming force swept through, bringing waves crashing, aiming to smash both the Purple Gold Bowl in the sky and the Beidou Sword Formation on the ground.

Neither Lu Qingfeng nor Bing Yi Daoist could withstand such a mighty force.

"Xipi the Ancestor!"

Bing Yi Daoist's pupils shrank as he looked toward the towering water waves to the north, feeling as if he was facing the vast Four Seas.

Only Huang Su, upon seeing this, wore a huge grin.

This Xipi the Ancestor, a top-tier great demon from Biyang Lake's Water Palace, could surely rescue him.

However.

At this moment.

"Xipi."

"Do you really need to intervene in a fray between juniors?"

From the southeast, another energy surged. The voice boomed, reverberating throughout Qingluo Valley. A Flying Sword struck, shattering the water waves.

CRASH!

Suddenly, water dragons arose around, the sounds of their roars stirring the air, and they lunged towards Huang Su.

Yet the Flying Sword in the sky was no ordinary blade.

It split into a thousand sword glints in the air, rapidly condensing into just three. These three sword glints spread across, forming the Three Talents Sword Formation. The sword qi rampantly decapitated all the encircling water dragons.

In the northeastern sky,

A somber voice spoke, "Guyue the Old Ghost, today you have the upper hand for Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Mountain. We shall settle this another day!"

As the voice faded,

The energy from the northeast rapidly disappeared, vanishing in an instant.

"Xipi the Ancestor has retreated!"

"That was—"

Lu Qingfeng glanced northeast, then southeast. While he saw no figures in the southeast, the vast energy there also faded.

Guyue Daoist!

A thought stirred in Lu Qingfeng's heart, recognizing the significant status of this person.

He turned his head.

Looking back at Huang Su and Bing Yi Daoist.

"Xipi the Ancestor!"

Amidst the intertwining light beams, upon seeing Xipi the Ancestor retreating, Huang Su's face was overrun with despair.

Whereas Bing Yi Daoist's expression remained stern, not pausing for even a moment despite the confrontation between the northern and southern heavens. His five fingers clenched, the Beidou Sword Formation gathered enough power for an immediate closure.

With a loud BOOM!

"Crash!"

It shattered Huang Su's Dharma Body, his Yuan Qi dissipating.

"Damn!"

Huang Su's curse out of despair was his final act as the unrefined fire poison invaded his heart, rendering unsustainable. He transformed into a yellow weasel and fell within the Sword Formation, with only a wisp of his Divine Soul escaping.

With incredible speed.

Neither Lu Qingfeng nor Bing Yi Daoist could stop him.

"He still managed to let a wisp of his Divine Soul escape."

Lu Qingfeng gathered the bodies of the five demons, arriving at Bing Yi Daoist's side, and watching Huang Su's escaping Divine Soul vanish into thin air, he couldn't help but sigh. This escaping Divine Soul, although destroyed in foundation, simply needed to find a new body to inhabit. If fortune aided, it could eventually make a comeback and return to the Realm of Primordial Spirit.

"There's no way."

"This Eight-Armed Demon Lord after all is a Primordial Spirit Demon, his Divine Soul just a step away from transforming and achieving Primordial Spirit. To completely vanquish him, one needs the presence of a Top True One from the Third or even Fourth Realm of the Primordial Spirit. Guyue Master was blocked by Xipi the Ancestor, and couldn't make a move."

Bing Yi Daoist spoke, yet his face broke into a laugh, "However, although Huang Su has escaped with a wisp of his Divine Soul, even if he can return to the Primordial Spirit Realm, it would take him thousands of years, and poses no immediate threat."

By slaughtering Qingluo Eight Demons, with only Huang Su's wisp of Divine Soul escaping, potentially regaining power only thousands of years later, it was no different from being annihilated completely.

Thus,

For Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Mountain, the troublesome Qingluo Eight Demons were thoroughly resolved.

Bing Yi Daoist looked at Lu Qingfeng, his caution finally easing by eighty percent, and he laughed heartily, "Don't worry about that wisp of Huang Su's Divine Soul. This time, junior brother, you truly have accomplished a great feat. Not only did you eradicate a major enemy for Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Mountain, you also did a favor for Six Dust Temple!"

The Eight Demons were formed due to Snow Mountain Ancestor Wei Fengniang, who was a defector from the Six Dust Temple.

Now that Lu Qingfeng and Bing Yi Daoist had eliminated Qingluo Eight Demons, it was as if they had punished a traitor for the Six Dust Temple, resulting in no small consequence. Should they meet in the future, appreciation would surely be expressed.