I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 192: Buzhou Divine Mountain, Demon Palace, Demon Palace

As the Soul-Devouring Divine Ability was activated, a large amount of foul air on the tiger demon's corpse was purified into extremely pure qi and blood power, which continuously flowed into Li Qingyun's body and was injected into the invisible, illusory mysterious palace.

This is a demon king ranked at the top of the Earthly Demon List. His body is full of priceless treasures, so Li Qingyun naturally would not waste them.

With a thought, he activated the "Mountain Moving Technique", and Tiger Old Third's eight-zhang-long headless tiger body instantly disappeared from the spot and was stored in the "Buzhou Mountain" magic weapon.
The next moment, Li Qingyun looked coldly at the big monsters who followed Hu Lao San.

The monsters were already frightened out of their wits, trembling and shaking.

Hu Lao San was a famous demon king among the Liaodong demon clan, and was also a powerful man who ranked high on the Earthly Demon List. In their hearts, he had always been invincible. But now, in front of their eyes, he was beaten to the head by the black-clothed young man with punches, and died without dignity.

This young man of unknown origin is so powerful and brutal that it is simply horrifying.

At this moment, all the big monsters fled in all directions without any hesitation, and even flew away in different directions tacitly, trying to avoid being caught in one fell swoop.

But Li Qingyun had already made up his mind not to leave anyone alive.

Humans and demons cannot coexist, and Tiger Lao San is already dead. If we allow these demons to escape and call for reinforcements, they will definitely become a problem in the future.

He was naturally not afraid, but Feng Yaqin and the Lu brothers and sisters were also present, so there was no guarantee that he would not be retaliated against.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body was as fast as lightning. He soared into the air and performed the method of "transforming into millions of incarnations".

I saw more than a dozen clear air burst out of the body in an instant, swayed in the wind, and transformed into external incarnations, which chased in all directions in the blink of an eye.

Each incarnation walked on the clouds at an incredibly fast speed, looking down from high above, at the big monsters that were desperately fleeing below.

Although those big monsters tried their best to escape, they were only monster kings and monster generals after all, and could not escape the pursuit of these clones.

The clouds and mist were rushing, and amid the flashes of swords and sabers, the screams of the big monsters came one after another, and they were all killed in the blink of an eye.

In the valley, the wind howled sadly.

The night fell silent again, leaving only the bloody smell in the air that lingered for a long time.

Feng Yaqin looked at Li Qingyun's back, her cheeks burning, her heart beating like a drum, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

She bit her lip, trying her best to calm her inner turmoil, and finally bowed with difficulty, stammering:
"Thank you very much... Senior... for saving my life for the second time! May I ask... your name?"

Li Qingyun hesitated for a moment, turned his head, and glanced at Feng Yaqin, feeling somewhat helpless and embarrassed.

If the situation was not critical, and in order to conceal the identity of "Gao Ren'an", he would not have been willing to reveal his true identity.

Facing Feng Yaqin's expression at this moment, Li Qingyun knew very well that the reason why she behaved like a little girl was entirely because when she was in Feng Village, the "Happy God Slave" used the wedding ceremony to transfer part of her own destiny to him.

Now, the fate has already been transformed into pure power and absorbed by him, and the feelings in Feng Yaqin's heart have also been predestined and cannot be reversed.

The die is cast, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Moreover, Li Qingyun now carries a blood feud on his shoulders, is burdened with many secrets, and is lurking in Longhu Mountain. He has also become a disciple of Feng Yaqin's "Yuyuan Palace". He really does not want to have any more entanglement with this immortal beyond the rules of etiquette.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly and said softly:
"It's just a small favor, Master Feng, don't worry about it."

After saying that, he was about to use "Invisibility Stealth" to leave here.

Feng Yaqin saw that Li Qingyun was about to leave again, and she felt an inexplicable tension and loss in her heart. She could no longer suppress her inner desire, so she took a step forward and said anxiously:

"Senior, can we... meet again?"

There was a hint of urgency and anticipation in her voice, as if she was afraid that this person would completely disappear from her life.

Seeing the passionate look in Master Feng's beautiful eyes, Li Qingyun couldn't help but feel moved. He sighed secretly, and then threw those charming thoughts behind his mind, and said with a smile:

"We will meet if we are destined to. Maybe next time Master Feng is in danger, I will be there again..."

After saying this, his figure instantly became blurred, and the next moment it merged into the surrounding darkness, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never existed.

Feng Yaqin stood there blankly, her heart pounding, unable to calm down for a long time, and the deep affection in the corners of her eyes was hard to conceal.

After a long while, she sighed softly, lowered her head and laughed at herself. When she came to her senses, she saw the Lu brothers and sisters looking at her with slightly strange eyes, and hurriedly explained:
"This senior saved me once, so we are old acquaintances... but unfortunately he is so elusive that he refuses to leave his name."

The Lu siblings had never thought that the world-famous Feng Zhenren had such a side to them. They looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and were about to say something when suddenly a deafening noise came from afar, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

Lu Qingfeng's face suddenly changed. Holding the formation plate in his hand, he said in a deep voice:
"Oh no, that's the direction of the exit!"

Feng Yaqin's heart tightened when she heard this and she frowned slightly, wondering what had happened in this cave.

She temporarily put aside other thoughts and said solemnly:

"Let's go and take a look. Don't get too close. If there is danger, don't act rashly. Just slowly look for the next exit."

The four of them quickly stood up and continued to move towards the place where the loud noise occurred, but they became more cautious in their hearts.

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Li Qingyun sat on an inconspicuous boulder, his black shirt rustling.

He did not immediately return to the clone of "Gao Ren'an" because after taking away the body of Hu Lao San, some wonderful changes had taken place in the Buzhou Divine Mountain, forcing him to explore it.

Li Qingyun sat cross-legged and summoned out the mysterious palace.

In the heavy gray fog under the throne of God, there was an ancient stone slab floating quietly. It was the heavenly book that he had absorbed into his brow before.

This was the second time that an external object had entered the mysterious palace.

Li Qingyun secretly guessed that only objects with a certain degree of divinity could be absorbed into his body and brought into the mysterious palace.

The last person brought in was the soul of Xishen Lingnu, the village chief of Feng Village, who was devoured by the soul-devouring magical power.

But now, the stone tablet of heavenly book that once exuded a mysterious aura and was as high and mighty as a god that could not be looked at directly, is now as docile as a trapped lamb in the gray fog.

Its breath was tightly locked by the mysterious palace. It was a kind of personal suppression that could not be resisted or escaped.

As the owner of the stone slab, Li Qingyun could clearly feel the hesitation and trembling in its spirituality, just like the piety and fear of mortals when facing the supreme god.

The status of the mysterious palace was actually far higher than the heavenly book and stone tablet from the upper realm, which caused waves in Li Qingyun's heart again.

What is the origin of the secret god who has always cared for me and calls himself "Ji"?
Since traveling through time, Li Qingyun has also consulted many ancient books extensively, but no matter how obscure and ancient the books are, there is not a single record about this "Ji".

Perhaps, "Ji" is not the real name of that hidden being, but just a cover for Him to hide His identity.

Or maybe, the identity of that god has surpassed all known existence in the world?

All kinds of questions emerged in Li Qingyun's mind, but he had no clue of the answers.

Perhaps, only through the "inheritance mission" set by the mysterious palace can he unravel these mysteries and see the truth.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, pulled his attention back from his thoughts, and refocused on the Heavenly Book Slate in his hand. With a thought, he gently summoned the Heavenly Book Slate, held it in his hand and examined it carefully.

I saw that it was covered with ancient runes, as if it contained endless wisdom and power.

Li Qingyun tried to use the high status of the mysterious palace to divine the origin of the heavenly book slab, so as to get a glimpse of the identity of the previous owner of "Buzhou Mountain".

However, as his magical powers worked, he found that his identity as a fourth-level "secret whisperer" was far from enough to mobilize the vast power deep in the mysterious palace to complete the divination.

It seemed that the mysterious god did not want to give him all his power at once, but was guiding him step by step to continuously improve his "agent" rank and master the mysterious palace step by step.

With this in mind, Li Qingyun could only temporarily suppress his curiosity about the identity of the previous owner of "Buzhou Mountain" and the origin of the heavenly book, and focus on the gains in front of him.

His mind sank into the stone slab, and the familiar guiding power reappeared. The next moment, his consciousness once again entered the ancient and mysterious Buzhou Mountain.

The vast and majestic mountains that reached into the sky appeared before his eyes again. The oppressive feeling that made his back shiver was like a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds, falling heavily on his heart.

The mountain is filled with spiritual energy and a variety of scenery, as if it still retains the vibrant appearance of countless gods who lived there tens of millions of years ago.

However, the mountain is now eerily deserted, with no sign of any living creature, which makes Li Qingyun feel a chill in his heart.

No one knows what kind of drastic changes have taken place here, or what kind of secrets are hidden, leading to such a desolate scene today.

The huge corpse of the tiger demon was quietly placed at the foot of the mountain. It looked normal, but Li Qingyun clearly felt that somewhere in this Buzhou Mountain, there was a strong desire for the tiger demon's body.

This desire was filled with a passionate need for the demon corpse, as if a devout believer was praying, and he was here, as if he had turned into a god, who could respond to such prayers with just a thought.

Li Qingyun frowned slightly and did a simple divination. After getting the revelation that there was no danger, he picked up the demon corpse of Tiger Lao San, and with a thought, he responded to the request he sensed.

In an instant, his eyes blurred and he found himself on a peak of Mount Buzhou.

This place is far from the highest point, but it is already shrouded in clouds and mist, as if entering the sky.

In front of him, there was a huge palace, towering and magnificent. The strong desire and calling came from it.

Li Qingyun looked up and saw a plaque hanging above the palace with some huge immortal characters written on it.

Without divination, he naturally understood the meaning of it——

"The Palace of Ten Thousand Demons"!
How could there be a palace of demons hidden in Mount Buzhou, where gods reside?

With doubts in his heart, Li Qingyun carried the demon corpse and stepped into the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

There was no one in the empty hall, and it was silent. Countless stone statues stood on both sides of the long corridor.

Those stone statues are lifelike, all in human form, but with the faces of monsters.

Among them are spiritual beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, tigers, turtles, etc., as well as many special monsters with strange shapes and unheard-of.

The stone statue standing here has an indescribable ancient feeling, as if it has gone through countless years, yet still exudes a faint majesty.

Li Qingyun looked around and found that the strong voice of prayer came from one of the mighty stone tiger statues.

Is this... a desire to eat Tiger Lao San's body?
He thought for a moment and then tentatively threw the corpse in his hand over, tacitly agreeing to this strange request.

In an instant, the huge headless body of Tiger Lao San suddenly turned into a surging river of blood and poured into the stone statue.

Then, the statue shook slightly, and the stone skin peeled off with a slight cracking sound.

A huge tiger slowly walked out of the stone statue, looking extremely ferocious and majestic, as if it was a monster from ancient times awakening from its slumber.

Li Qingyun's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively took a step back. Infinite divine power gushed out, and the two sounds of "Heng" and "Ha" rose to his throat, ready to fight with him at any time.

However, the tiger demon did not attack. Instead, it knelt on one knee in front of him, with an extremely respectful look, and said to Li Qingyun in a muffled voice:

"This subordinate greets the master! I am grateful for the enlightenment of my master's spirit. I am willing to serve the master and protect his infinite magical powers, even if I die without regrets!"

Ok?
Li Qingyun was slightly stunned, looking at the white-browed tiger in front of him in disbelief. He saw that its whole body was golden, and it was exactly the same as Tiger Lao San's body, but it was more charming and seemed to have been sublimated in some way.

But upon closer inspection, he could not sense any life from the tiger demon.

It looks like a dead object, yet it is full of spirituality, somewhere between a living being and a magic weapon, as if it is a special existence that transcends life and death.

But what surprised Li Qingyun even more was that the tiger demon's immense loyalty was transmitted directly into his mind.

As long as he has a thought, this demon king-level tiger will sacrifice itself without hesitation and without any complaints.

Feeling this powerful bond of contract, Li Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes fell on the kneeling tiger demon in front of him and asked:
"What's your name? Are you a puppet or a monster?"

The tiger demon still knelt on the ground, maintaining a respectful attitude:
"I am a demon slave guarding this Ten Thousand Demons Palace. I am neither a puppet nor a real demon. I have no name or surname. Please give me a name, my Lord."

Li Qingyun looked at him and nodded:

"Since you have swallowed up Tiger Old Third's demon body, you should be called Tiger Old Third."

Upon hearing this, the tiger demon immediately kowtowed and thanked him:
"Thank you, Tiger Third, for giving me the name!"

Li Qingyun's eyes then swept towards the stone statues standing silently around the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and continued to ask:

"Are they also demon slaves like you?"

Tiger Lao San nodded:

"That's right. We demon slaves have been lacking blood and essence for so long that we have all degenerated into stone statues. My master only needs to feed them enough blood and essence from our own kind to awaken their intelligence and turn them into loyal slaves.

“After absorbing the demon king’s body bestowed by the master, I can exert 70% to 80% of its peak strength.

“If my Lord can feed the other statues with the flesh and blood of his own kind, their power will grow.

"The more flesh and blood we feed, the richer our blood will be, and the stronger we will be."

After hearing this, Li Qingyun was startled and secretly shocked.

Doesn't this mean that as long as one hunts enough monsters, one can continuously cultivate the power of these monster slaves and even allow them to grow indefinitely?

And these slaves will obey him completely and remain absolutely loyal.

The future potential of such an army is simply unimaginable.

He suppressed his inner excitement, calmed his mind, and continued to ask:
"It seems that you have lived in Buzhou Mountain for many years. So, besides the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, what other secrets are there here?"

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(End of this chapter)