Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 372 Massacre
Everyone saw a figure suddenly appear from within the demonic flames and perch on the yellow-robed Taoist's shoulder.

A large, jet-black hand rested on the top of the man in the yellow robe's head.

next moment.

Bang-!
The skull exploded, and red and white matter flew everywhere.

The demonic figure leisurely took out another round bead from the yellow-robed man's dantian and absorbed it completely in the same way.

Everyone was horrified.

This is practically using fake pills like slaughtering monsters on the roadside!

"you……"

Qin Xijun was somewhat stunned; her apprentice seemed to have come back to life.

But now he is completely lifeless and seems to have no intelligence. Is this still her disciple, Song Yan?
However, the demonic figure took a step forward and arrived not far from Qin Xijun's side, slightly lowering its head as if to nod in greeting.

Then, he actually extended a jet-black finger and pointed it at Qin Feiyu and the other pseudo-core cultivators not far away.

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Mother-in-law..."

Qin Xijun was slightly taken aback, and then a feeling of joy at having regained what she had lost welled up in her heart.

The kid isn't dead?
Song Yan's shadowy figure continued with difficulty, "Kill...they..."

"I want...that..."

A black hand extended its index finger and thumb, pinched something, and was showing off something round and plump.

The golden and white flames around Qin Xijun flickered, a mixture of immense grief and ecstasy.

In the end, however, it transformed into a chilling killing intent.

"it is good."

She nodded.

Although the master and apprentice had a very deep relationship, Xiao Song was a very independent person and hardly needed his help.

Everyone has their own path, and perhaps interfering haphazardly will only hinder their growth.

With this mindset and thought in mind, Qin Xijun has always been quite restrained in her guidance and words and actions.

This is the first time he has fought alongside me, the master and apprentice working together to kill.

This was one of the few times he asked for help from himself.

She stopped thinking about Song Yan's current state; all she knew was that her disciple needed her now.

Having received a response, the Shadow seemed quite pleased.

The demonic flames around him suddenly surged and churned, and his dark arm reached into the inky blackness, grasping something.

Suddenly pulled outwards.

He pulled a grotesque, jet-black ruler from the demonic flames.

It was entirely black, neither gold nor wood, and its entire body was covered in demonic fire.

Even before its blade was sharpened, it exuded a chilling aura, its power rivaling that of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

On one side was the Nirvana Spirit Flame, blazing white and bright; on the other side was the Deathly Silence Demon Flame, pitch black and deep.

However, at this moment, Qin Xijun and the demonic shadow stood side by side, facing the twelve fake core cultivators.

Two terrifying pressures suddenly swept over Qin Feiyu and the others.

Everyone's faces turned pale. Qin Xijun, empowered by secret techniques, possessed an aura that rivaled that of a Golden Core cultivator, her power overwhelming. She alone was enough to suppress these twelve Pseudo-Core cultivators.

The flames from just now were still fresh in my mind, and now there was another terrifying demonic figure tearing people apart with its bare hands and plundering their foundations.

How is this played?
Although these twelve are only at the nascent stage, they all achieved this through countless years of arduous cultivation, step by step.

Who would willingly be kicked to death by these two like a stray dog ​​on the street?

Some people immediately prepared to flee.

Qin Feiyu was utterly horrified, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He couldn't understand why Song Yanjiu had turned into this state, not only not completely dead, but also into such a bizarre and monstrous figure.

"Devil!"

Qin Feiyu shouted sternly, "So Song Yan is a spy from the Demon Ruins!"

He pointed at the demonic shadow, glanced around at the Qin family cultivators and their allies, and was still trying to incite them to fight for him.

"As you all have seen, Song Yan is a demonic monster from the Demonic Ruins! He devours the foundations of others' cultivation and is utterly inhuman!"

"As for Qin Xijun, she is a heretic and has not only betrayed her clan, but also colluded with the cultivators of the Demonic Ruins! These two are a scourge to the cultivation world of Chu, and everyone should kill them!"

"Fellow Daoists! Do not be frightened by this demon and the witch! Qin Xijun is already at her last gasp and will not last much longer. This demon is also all bark and no bite!"

He even rushed towards the guests who were besieged in the Nangong family and shouted: "Fellow cultivators, quickly join forces with us to eliminate the demons and uphold the righteous path. Afterwards, my Qin family will surely reward you handsomely, and the cultivation world of Chu will also remember your merits!"

Qin Feiyu's accusations were passionate and impassioned, but all he received in response was deathly silence and countless cold, indifferent stares.

The sarcasm was palpable.

Among the cultivators present, whether they were forced to stay or fought alongside Nangong, there were no fools.

They could see Qin's true colors clearly.

Is Song Yan a demonic cultivator?
Maybe.

However, if this demonic cultivator can save them from the Qin family's war of extermination.

Whether he's a demonic cultivator or not, who cares?
He killed Qin family cultivators but saved the lives of Nangong and himself. So what if I said he was a living Buddha?

Only those who survive have the right to speak.

No one moved, no one responded to Qin Feiyu's call, and some even quietly retreated further away, afraid of being caught in the storm that the two were about to unleash.

In fact, it was only at this moment that Song Yan's consciousness was barely awakened.

He had no idea what had happened to him or why he was standing with Qin Xijun.

Previously, it seemed that the illusory demon was controlling his body.

Did he eat the jade bottle and the withered branch in order to survive?

Clearly, that level of spiritual energy and vitality is completely beyond the capacity of a Foundation Establishment cultivator to withstand.

Logically speaking, he should have died because his body couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded.

However, at the crucial moment, the illusory Dharma body supported his physical body.

The illusory Dharma Body Sword Bone Demon Body was like an exoskeleton covering his entire body, which helped Song Yan withstand most of the impact, giving him a sliver of hope.

However, he still has to bear the pain himself.

His own consciousness had only been awakened for a moment when he regained a slight control over his body.

The immense pain surged again, the kind of pain where every part of the body was burning and rebuilding, which no one could endure simply through willpower.

In an instant, Song Yan's consciousness slipped back into unconsciousness.

Just then, the demonic shadow seemed to be startled by Qin Feiyu's shouting.

He suddenly turned his head, the movement was eerie, and the two empty holes in his eyes stared at Qin Feiyu.

Then he slowly raised his hand, extending a finger burning with demonic flames, and pointed it at himself.

"You're talking about..."

"me?"

Before the words were even finished, the demonic figure had already moved.

His figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only a faint black shadow moving at high speed through the air, pouncing towards Qin Feiyu.

Qin Feiyu's reaction was also quite quick. Almost the instant the demonic shadow disappeared, his spiritual power surged forth, and he hurriedly fled backward, shouting loudly as he did so.

"Gentlemen! If we do not unite as one, we fear we will be defeated one by one by this wicked witch!"

With Song Yan preceding Qin Xijun, Qin Feiyu's words did make some sense to everyone.

Immediately, a Qin family cultivator surged with spiritual power, attempting to delay the demonic shadow even for a moment.

However, the shadowy figure suddenly twisted its movements strangely and appeared in front of him in the next instant.

The man was immediately terrified, and golden light flashed around him, transforming into heavy armor.

The Shadow Demon simply flicked the black magic ruler in its hand forward.

puff--!
That seemingly unbreakable armor of spirit metal was as fragile as paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The black ruler struck the Qin family cultivator heavily in the abdomen without any resistance.

Before he could react, terrifying demonic flames suddenly erupted from the black ruler. "Gah!"

The demonic figure let out a low growl and exerted force with both hands once more!

Bang!
The blunt black ruler pierced right through his body, and to everyone's astonishment, the Qin family cultivator was cut in half at the waist, leaving only two burning black flames on his body, which flew high into the air.

pat.

A small bead, drawn by the black flames, fell into the demon's hand.

He casually tossed it into his mouth, and it got stuck between his teeth.

Then, with a crunch, it was bitten into pieces.

Whether it was the Qin family cultivators or the Nangong faction, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts.

Although we don't know what exactly happened to Song Yan, this is just too brutal.

Just as one wave subsided, another arose. A blazing white meteor streaked across the battlefield as Qin Xijun unleashed a wave of flames from her golden short sword, aiming directly at a Qin family elder with a false core cultivation level standing beside Qin Feiyu.

The elder looked surprised and summoned a bronze mirror, a magical artifact, which shone brightly as he tried to block the attack.

"Master, help me!" he shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The bronze mirror was struck by the wave of flames, and its spiritual light flickered, clearly unable to withstand the impact for long.

Qin Xijun didn't give her a chance. The golden light on the short sword shone brightly, and the flames instantly melted through the mirror light.

They devoured the bronze mirror along with the elder hiding behind it!
The piercing scream lasted only a moment before it was reduced to ashes in the blazing white flames.

Qin Xijun picked up a round bead from the ashes with her delicate hand.

escape!
In that instant, no one wanted to stand against these two anymore. Whether it was the Qin family cultivators or the foreign aid workers, only this one thought remained in their minds.

The balance has been broken; staying here is simply suicide.

Several figures transformed into streaks of light and fled out of the Nangong clan's territory.

"Ruifeng! Zhipeng! Where are you going!?"

Qin Feiyu cursed angrily.

Turning to look at Qin Xijun, he was filled with rage: "You unfilial daughter of the Qin family, aiding and abetting evil..."

His voice grew softer and softer, for now, the massacre had begun.

The remaining pseudo-core cultivators completely collapsed.

Qin Xijun's flame waves had an extremely wide range and were incredibly powerful; anyone who touched them would die instantly or be burned to ashes.

Moreover, this woman has lost her mind; every strike she makes is aimed at killing.

In fact, she completely abandoned defense and fought a style of exchanging injury for injury and risking her life. If someone were to fight to the death, they might be able to cause her some trouble.

Unfortunately, the group of fake pills had already been terrified and few of them even had the thought of fighting back.

These are all fellow cultivators. Even if there has been a long-standing grudge, doesn't she feel even a little bit of reluctance?
Absolutely not.

If anyone's to blame, it's that old dog Qin Feiyu, who killed her disciple and drove her insane.

And what about Song Yan's demonic shadow? It's even more outrageous.

Without uttering a word, he silently went on a killing spree.

Any defense was utterly fragile and meaningless in the face of his eerie demonic flames and black heavy ruler.

The bodies of those he killed were either torn to pieces or rotten like mud, their deaths were extremely gruesome.

The two worked together with exceptional coordination, and their two destructive torrents instantly shattered the defenses that Qin Feiyu and the others had barely managed to maintain.

Sometimes, when crossing the battlefield and passing by the Qin family's Foundation Establishment cultivators who were still attacking Nangong, the demonic shadow would casually pluck their heads off.

It takes a little effort.

The number of pseudo-core cultivators and Foundation Establishment elites on the Qin family's side is decreasing at a visible rate.

At this moment, Qin Feiyu was terrified. He had lost all his previous arrogance and was filled with boundless fear and regret.

He desperately summoned various protective magical artifacts—jade tablets, bone beads, and inner armor—their spiritual light flashing continuously, completely enveloping him.

As he frantically retreated, he roared orders for the Qin family cultivators to come forward and block him, while he himself searched for any opportunity to escape.

"Stop them! Stop them now! Ancestor Qin Yang will be able to deal with that old bastard from the Nangong family soon! We still have..."

His shouting stopped abruptly.

Because that dark figure, like a persistent, lingering ailment, had already appeared before him.

Those empty, hollow eyes stared intently at him.

"Do not……"

Qin Feiyu was terrified and poured all his spiritual power into a small, tortoise-shell-shaped shield. The shield grew taller in the wind and emitted a thick, earthy-yellow halo.

The demonic figure suddenly grinned, raised the heavy black ruler, and slammed it down.

"boom--!"

The magic ruler strikes down!

The thick, earthy-yellow aura instantly melted and disintegrated. The tortoise-shell shield let out a mournful cry, cracks appeared on its surface, and it lost all its spirituality. Then, it shattered with a crack!
Qin Feiyu instinctively crossed his arms and held them in front of him.

The immense force of the ruler remained undiminished as it slammed heavily into Qin Feiyu's body.

The protective aura shattered, and Qin Feiyu's arms cracked with a sound as they twisted and deformed instantly.

He let out a miserable howl and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood.

Before he even landed, a blazing white wave of flame followed him relentlessly!

Surrounded by raging flames, Qin Xijun's pupils were filled with icy coldness.

He raised the Nirvana Fire Sword high in his hand, its blade radiating an intense, blazing light.

"Qin Xijun! How dare you! I am your..."

There was no resistance, and no screams.

Qin Feiyu's angry roar was drowned out by the waves of flames.

His body, along with his twisted, terrified face and magical artifacts, were all burned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

With a casual gesture, Qin Xijun captured Qin Feiyu's fake core in her palm.

Along with the previous ones, they were all thrown to the Shadow Demon.

The latter accepted it all, swallowed it all, and even pretended to burp.

It was at this moment that Li Yi dragged a mangled corpse to the two of them.

Just toss it aside.

It was the corpse of Xu Heng, whom they had just killed.

Li Yi scratched his head, unsure how to proceed, so he simply took the corpse and let Junior Brother Song retrieve the elixir himself.

Upon seeing this, Xu Xiang bowed respectfully, then grabbed the corpse, casually cut it open, took out the fake elixir, and ate it.

"..."

The remaining cultivators from the Qin family were all stunned.

Before this, the Qin family clearly had an overwhelming advantage; in the blink of an eye, all of the Qin family's fake core cultivators had perished.

Even the patriarch, Qin Feiyu, was not found.

Upon seeing this, the Nangong family's previously despairing mood instantly turned around.

"The Qin family's power is gone!"

"Kill! Avenge our people!"

"..."

The demonic figure crouched beside Xu Heng's corpse, seemingly still somewhat unsatisfied, but the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators around him held no interest for him.

Suddenly, he heard a roar from the sky.

The demonic figure slowly raised its head to look at the sky, and suddenly grinned.

He turned his head, pointed at Qin Yang, and looked at Qin Xijun.

"Mother-in-law..."

"I want...that..."

(End of this chapter)