Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons

Chapter 89: Suppress the Demon and Return to the State

 Several demon hunters stopped checking their disciples, with deep vigilance appearing in their brows and eyes.

 Only Chen Qiankun's expression remained unchanged, he casually let go of the iron spurge in his hand, closed his eyes, and the Yin Shen instantly left his body, holding the spurge and ascending into the sky!

The demon king with such an aura cannot move his face.

But only for a moment.

 The euphorbia stood still in the air, seemingly dazed, and finally fell back into Chen Qiankun's hands.

 The old man opened his eyes, and there was something strange in his calm eyes.

　That breath…disappeared.

 Even the Yin God cannot detect its traces.

In the Ningdan territory, and at such a close distance, there is absolutely no way a monster can escape the eyes and ears of the Yin God. It is impossible to condense the breath or condense the human form like Zhang Hengzhou, let alone the low-level shape-shifting technique.

It's more like some kind of moving method, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, just to shock yourself.

If it is such a magical power, I am afraid that the aura revealed just now is just the tip of the iceberg.

Chen Qiankun's hand holding the Huntie spurge slowly tightened, and after a long time he turned to look at the demon hunters.

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

The old man who was alone in suppressing Qingfeng actually showed a little sigh of lamentation for his old age in his eyes.

"I don't know which demon king is teasing me here. Since he refuses to show his face, I might as well show him... my sharpest sword in Qingzhou."

 “Excuse me, everyone, please go to Yushan County.”

 “Please invite Jiang Qiulan.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, including the two elders who protected the sect, subconsciously touched their necks.

More than 20,000 heads on the city walls of Yushan County are still there to this day.

The demon hunters all nodded in agreement: "Old General, there is no need to be polite, we know the importance."

General Jiang’s method of hunting monsters may not be stronger than General Chen’s. After all, she and the old man are both in the Dan Bao realm. Although they are more powerful, they have not really broken through.

He is also the only one among all the demon-suppressing generals who does not practice martial arts but practices Hunyuan.

　　Not even the Yinshen part of the ability.

But as long as she walks out of the Yushan City Gate, within half a day at most, all the demon kings with surnames in Linjiang County will receive the news and return to the cave to rest in peace.

The number one swordsman in Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve demon-suppressing generals. Counting all the demon-suppressing generals and the four surnames and five factions, the only one who can defeat her is her master, Commander-in-Chief.

"The general still has important things to do, so I won't stay any longer."

Chen Qiankun shook his head and waved slightly. The red horse turned into a stream of light and snorted lightly.

 Immediately, I drove the veteran to the hillside of Qingfeng Mountain, and stepped lightly on the top of the high cliff of Guanjian Gorge.

 The old man cast his gaze towards the dense forest below, feeling a little amused.

In the message brought back by the monster hunter, the people of Shuiyun Village described vividly, there was a fierce river **** in black clothes with an ink knife on his waist, and his eyes were full of murder.

 When we actually met him, he was a reserved young man.

We waited all night, but didn’t see the other party coming to pay homage.

He is alert, decisive in killing, and has the courage to fight for his life. He is so determined when taking the demon pill that even he, the demon-suppressing general, can't even think of taking away his things.

However, he did not use this to ask for greater credit. From the beginning to the end, he was not even willing to get close to himself, let alone flatter him and ask for credit.

“You don’t like the ability to kill a dragon? I’ll give it to you.”

Watching the young man walk out of the tent, the old man showed a rare smile on his lips. After a few more years of observation, it would be a good choice to leave the sword pool in Qingfeng Mountain to him.

 The Demon Suppression Division does not lack geniuses, but it lacks those who have experienced life and death. Although there is a risk of premature death, how can it protect millions of people without experiencing those moments of life and death.

　The seedlings that survive are called good seedlings.

 “Although it is safe to stay with me, it is a pity.”

 Having done meritorious service, you should be prosperous.

Thinking of this, he said calmly: "If you dare to come down before returning to Zhenmosi Yamen, your legs will be broken."

 The words that were neither light nor serious floated into the ears of the two people under the cliff.

Hong Lei held the horse and looked back in shock. After seeing the familiar figure of Chen Qiankun, he quickly pushed Shen Yi: "I told you that this horse was given to you by the general, so you have to come here to lead it. You are so annoying. What kind of energy is that?" Shen Yi also looked towards that place and saw a red stream of light passing through the sky and disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

Such a wanton gesture made him feel a little bit more envious.

　　　…”

 Fortunately, I also have a certain foundation.

 Feeling the Waidan in the sea of ​​​​qi being suppressed again by the Melting Sun Treasure Furnace.

 Shen Yi withdrew her gaze and mounted the demon horse.

More than twenty golden eagle captains opened the way ahead. Surrounded by dozens of battalion captains, Hong Lei led the demon horse at a steady pace and transmitted the message into the secret passage:

“The old general is very thoughtful. He is worried that you will be noticed by the Yangchunjiang Shui Tribe. No one knows about the killing of the dragon except these generals.”

"But Zhao Kanglin died in front of us again, and he was the only one who died... The Zhao family can't help but speculate and hold grudges in their hearts. Although those old people may not be able to touch you, they can save a lot of trouble by showing their power in advance."

 …

  Qingzhou City.

 Under the control of the Zhenmo Si Yamen, there are few major events here.

It was nothing more than that the swordsman's wife was kidnapped again, and the thieves in Pingsha Valley drank several jars of wine from the prince.

As the messengers were running around one by one, something big enough to make everyone lose their minds could not be concealed and resounded throughout the town.

 Qingfeng Mountain is gone.

Unlike the **** storm in Yushan County, under the hands of General Linjiang County, a huge mountain gate that had lasted for countless years simply disappeared out of thin air.

　　The storyteller clutched the ringwood tightly and stood helpless in the teahouse.

He has been talking about chivalrous tenderness for decades and slaying demons with swords, but all of them turned into real "rumors" overnight.

"I…"

His dry lips moved, and he barely managed to steady his mind. It was difficult to tell the story he had memorized by heart, so he could only think of new stories.

“Today I will tell you something…well…the river **** of Shuiyun Township wields a fairy sword and angrily kills a thousand-year-old river fish spirit!”

The storyteller wiped his sweat and patted Xiangmu hard: "Speaking of this dynasty, there is a tall man with a leopard head and eyes, wearing a gilt cloud-patterned robe, holding an ink blade that can cut mountains and rivers, and he is full of energy. , stepping on the waves of the river, behind you are thousands of shrimps, soldiers and crabs."

"The river demon has a ferocious face, a fat head and big ears, and is arrogant! He shouted loudly and asked, "Who is coming?"

"The big man smiled coldly, and the turtle held his hand. This is the Zhenjiang River God who descended from the sky. Just hearing his immortal name made the river demon retreat in shock. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and even that thing shrunk. The size of a bean…”

 “Pfft!”

 The storyteller spat into his hand, with a high and sharp voice: "Cut down the fairy sword and crush the river demon to ashes!"

The young man below who was covered in bandages couldn't help but close his eyes and whispered: "No, I feel a little embarrassed."

The charming girl in casual clothes picked up the tea cup, feeling a little uneasy: "Common people like to hear exaggerated things."

Li Xinhan looked at the storyteller again: "I don't know how far he is from the Yuye Realm. He should be close. He is also a genius. He just got stuck in the small town of Baiyun and wasted a lot of time."

"correct."

He thought of 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 is Shen Yi?"

Li Mujin stared at the broken leaf residue floating in the tea cup and said nothing for a long time.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to come back. She had just arrived in the county for two days and couldn't help but ride back.

 In case Qingfengshan continues to draw commanders, what if he is drawn...

 Why do you suddenly want no one again?

 What can a perfect martial artist do on Qingfeng Mountain?

While the woman's thoughts were in confusion, Li Xinhan slowly frowned and stared at his sister closely. His eyes became sullen and he said in disbelief: "You let him go?!"

 Being rarely questioned, Li Mujin did not refute, but suddenly stood up.

The hawker shouted from outside the door: "He's back! The captain of the Demon Suppression Division is back!"

 (End of this chapter)