Begin immortality by slaying demons

[In the 3400th year, the resentment of many demons almost dissipated, and only a few of them were dull, just like you, sitting still like wooden men]

Obviously, there is not enough time.

Shen Yi supported himself with both hands, gasping for breath, revealing a rare embarrassed posture.

After losing the support of Li Xuanqing's perception, forcibly deducing this Tianyan 49, his soul was actually destroyed unimaginably.

And it's not just Shen Yi himself.

Including the many demon souls who accompanied him along the way, all of them almost disappeared and disintegrated, even the Jiao Shou general who was at the sixth level of Return to Void was lost in Tianyan 49.

Not enough.

Shen Yi wiped the corners of his lips and raised his eyes.

It is necessary to invite another real Tianjiao demon to come in.

Otherwise, before the technique is even a little successful, I am afraid that my mind will collapse.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 115,000 years]

Shen Yi sat up, intending to take a short break and feel the new technique that he had just started.

At the level of returning to the void, moving mountains and filling the sea is just a small matter.

But there are still people studying the so-called fist and palm art.

There must be a mystery in it.

He sat there for three days and nights.

His languid spirit finally recovered a little.

He stood up and took out the Dao card, which contained the message from Liu Qianyun.

"Master Shen, how are the preparations going? We are waiting for you in the Tianjian Sect. How many people have come? Do you need to pick them up?"

"Hmm?"

Shen Yi put away the Dao card.

What do you mean how many people have come? How can he help now?

Thinking of this, he shook his head, opened the formation, and rushed out.

...

On the relief outside the Tianjian Sect.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the sword robes on their bodies looked sharper than the clothes of other allied sects.

Ye Wenxuan stood on the treasure ship of the Qingyue Sect, staring at the Tianjian relief with a bit of loss of soul: "..."

This may be the last time she lives here.

She looked up at the three figures beside her. Although their cultivation was much better than hers, except for the senior Zheng Qian she had met before, the remaining one man and one woman did not seem to have crossed the watershed.

Such a battle would not be considered weak anywhere.

But in front of the mission recorded in the jade slip, it seemed a little inadequate.

"Are we really going?"

Ye Wenxuan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, senior Zheng, but I may not die without Tianjian Sect. If I really get involved in this matter..."

"Why are you in a hurry?"

Zheng Qian interrupted her and looked into the distance: "The main force has not arrived yet."

With Shen Yi's meticulous mind, since he dared to agree, he must have his considerations.

The last time the Golden Fire Sparrow happened, this has already proved this point.

"..."

Liu Qianyun did not speak, and looked at Yan Wencheng next to him.

Even if there was a certain elder of Baiyujing's intention, it would not be convenient for Qingyue Sect to come forward and really make some discordant moves with Tianjian Sect.

Only these three people could come, and they used the excuse of having a personal relationship with Shen Yi.

I don’t know how long it took.

A familiar purple-white rainbow finally appeared in the sky.

The three were curiously looking back, but they didn’t notice that Ye Wenxuan’s face suddenly changed.

“Meet Master Shen.”

Zheng Qian and the other two bowed and saluted, then raised their eyebrows: “No more? Just you?”

“What else?”

Shen Yi nodded his chin and stepped onto the treasure ship.

Zheng Qian thought of the “large army” he had mentioned earlier, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He glanced back at Ye Wenxuan and saw the strangeness on the other’s face. He couldn’t help but introduce: “What are you doing? Don’t you greet me? This is the Master of Nanyang.”

“…”

Ye Wenxuan swallowed her throat and stared at Shen Yi’s handsome face.

How could there be such a big gap.

Her status as a deacon was recognized by the elders, while the other party’s so-called master status was self-proclaimed.

As a result, no one treated her, Ye, as a deacon.

On the contrary, these powerful cultivators in the Return to Void Realm could actually call him Sect Master Shen in front of so many people with all their heart.

If it was me who opened the formation at the beginning...

Then would Sect Master Ye be the one who is respected now?

"Look at you, call someone."

Zheng Qian rolled her eyes and poked her forehead with her fingertips.

Shen Yi glanced over and shook his head: "This is an old acquaintance, don't make those false moves."

After that, he nodded to Ye Wenxuan: "Sit down, tell me the situation."

Although the other party's behavior when she just left Nanyang Sect was indeed unpleasant, in any case, she had given Nanyang Treasure Land a very precious period of development time.

For the creatures that can survive to this day, including him, Shen Yi, this is an indelible favor.

"I..."

Ye Wenxuan took two steps back and sat down uneasy.

In fact, she really didn't expect it.

The helper that this group of seniors from the Alliance Sect were waiting for would actually be Shen Yi.

What she didn't expect was that the other party's attitude was actually quite gentle, and he didn't take his anger out on her because of the previous incident.

"I'm not sure... I've been doing some chores in the Deacon Hall... I'll give it to you."

Ye Wenxuan originally thought that if she got promoted one day, she would definitely let those people in Nanyang Sect look at her with new eyes and let them know what choice was the right one.

That's why she was in a daze because of embarrassment before.

But she suddenly found that it was not so difficult to admit that she had become a handyman.

With that said, Ye Wenxuan handed over the jade slip.

"Why is it called counterinsurgency?"

Shen Yi took the jade slip and glanced at it, finding that the content inside was a bit too simple, and then handed the jade slip to the others.

"Actually, it's normal. This matter is not what the deacons should do. The outer elders are usually in charge."

Zheng Qian continued: "By leaving this matter to her, the Tianjian Sect actually made it clear that they wanted her to get out."

It was Shen Yi's old acquaintance that made her realize that Ye Wenxuan was actually a native of Nanyang.

In this case, I can say a few more words.

"You didn't quite understand when you first came out. In fact, the jurisdiction of the Seven Sons of Nanhong is not limited to the seven alliance sects. The reason is that it is the Hedao Treasure Land."

"It is definitely not the right way to sit and eat in the mountains. If there is any accident in the seven Hedao treasure places, missing one is equivalent to missing a giant of the Hedao realm...such as Nanyang Sect."

"So we have been working hard to cultivate other forces. We do not bring them into the treasure land, but allow them to develop territories outside. Many of the former supporters of Nanyang Sect now have Bai Yujing monks as their commanders. of great power.”

"certainly……"

Zheng Qian smiled awkwardly: "They may not still listen to you now."

That group of fans nominally belonged to the Nanyang Sect, but in fact, within the past 100,000 years, they had long been taken over by other allied sects.

What's more, only a few people seem to recognize Shen Yi's position as "sect leader".

"Let's talk about it again. These vassals of the Seven Sons of Nanhong rarely have any problems. Some of them have a rudimentary form and are directly managed by the elders. For example, the Chen family, the head of the family is a strong man at the fifth level of Void Return. But it seems to have fallen off recently.”

"This year's filial piety has not been handed in yet, and I haven't said anything yet. This is considered a betrayal."

When the word filial piety was mentioned, Zheng Qian was not embarrassed at all.

In Nanhong, there are many forces that want to surrender but are not qualified.

The Seven Sects almost only protect those forces that have been cultivated by one hand to avoid being interfered by demons trying to fish in troubled waters.

"You have to go and see the specific situation to know the specific situation."

"But I have to remind you that this matter represents the face of the Seven Sects. If the situation is not right, we should try not to intervene. It is better not to do anything than to make a mistake."

"Understood."

Shen Yi felt like she was dreaming of returning to Boyun County.

After going round and round for a long time, I finally started to collect my share of the money, which is considered my old profession.

…

Nanhong, Chen family.

In the majestic main hall, there is an empty coffin.

The surroundings were filled with clansmen, all wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety.

They gathered around a young man with a withered face, silently looking out the door.

Only outside the palace.

A straight figure stood with his hands behind his back. His face was somewhat similar to that of the withered young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were shining brightly. The jade trees stood in the wind, and his appearance was unrestrained and suave.

"Dad's coffin hasn't been buried yet, are you so anxious?"

The withered young man was the eldest son of the Chen family. There was fierceness in his eyes, his palms opened and closed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was vaguely rioting.

The patriarch died, and it was not until the funeral was held that he came to power.

However, this empty coffin has been blocked in the main hall by his brother for a whole month.

The losses were heavy. Seven of the clan elders on the fourth level of Void Return alone were seriously injured, and two of them died because the other party's ruthless attacks made the medicine useless.

"Do I look anxious?"

The man outside finally turned around and smiled.

He took out a wine jar from the storage treasure, held the mouth of the jar, and raised it towards everyone: "This jar is dedicated to me, Chen Ziqi. I was kicked out of the Chen family by my brother back then, but I am still alive today."

After saying that, the young man drank it all in one gulp.

He threw the wine jar to the ground and immediately stepped into the palace.

Accompanied by a clicking sound.

Everyone who was wearing sackcloth and mourning took a step back together, with a bit of complexity in their eyes.

Having a son like a dragon is supposed to be a good thing for the revitalization of the family.

But the bad thing is that two dragons were born, and the sick dragon among them chose the most inappropriate time to come back to the house again.

Chen Zilong was left standing alone in front of the coffin, with murderous intent on his haggard face.

"In this altar, I am honored to be Chen Ziqi. Under such circumstances, he opened up territory for my Chen family and laid a huge territory. I should be the first to do so."

Chen Ziqi drank another jar of wine.

Wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve.

He walked up to Chen Zilong unhurriedly, took out the last jar of wine and handed it over: "This jar, you respect me and admit that I am more suitable to be the leader of this clan than you."

"otherwise."

Chen Ziqi's voice was gentle as he uttered the last word: "Death."

After saying that, he slowly let go.

Watching the wine jar fall, it was like a death knell.

If he wanted to survive, Chen Zilong could only pick up the wine jar before it fell to the ground.

For monks in the Return to Void Realm, this is not a difficult task.

Many of the tribesmen wearing sackcloth and mourning seemed to have seen the next scene, and they all sighed and made hand gestures.

If the clan leader is still alive, there may still be a chance.

But the death of the other party is unclear, so the two of them can only rely on their own methods.

Obviously, Chen Ziqi has demonstrated his strength by being able to block many tribesmen in the hall for a month by himself.

But what everyone didn't expect was.

The sound of the wine jar breaking was heard in the hall for the third time.

Chen Zilong looked at the wine splattering all over the ground indifferently, and then his eyes fell on his brother. He closed his eyes, hiding the murderous intention in his eyes, and said softly: "The Chen family doesn't want the place you brought down. How much strength do you have? The Chen family doesn’t care.”

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll take my single-plank bridge. The Chen family's small temple cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like yours."

"please."

As Chen Zilong said this, he slowly raised his palm and made a gesture of chasing away guests.

Seeing this response, Chen Ziqi was silent for a moment, and then a smile finally appeared on his lips: "You picked it yourself, don't blame me."

As he spoke, the long robe on his body did not move in the wind.

"Today's coffin is just the right place to bury you."

In an instant, the rippling blue Dao Palace emerged from between his eyebrows, blocking the view outside the hall. It was four stories high and filled with two touches of spiritual energy.

The two-story spiritual palace, even among Nanhong's seven sons, is close to the threshold of becoming a direct descendant.

"I only regret that I didn't kill you with my own hands."

Chen Zilong laughed at himself and suddenly clenched his palms. However, in front of his younger brother, his withered face looked unconvincing no matter how ferocious it was.

"Then I have to thank you."

Chen Ziqi suddenly pinched the magic formula, but just halfway through, he frowned and looked back outside the hall.

In the faint sound of footsteps.

A young man with a handsome face and a black shirt came slowly, followed by four monks with good temperament.

He walked into the hall leisurely, ignoring everyone.

Walked up to the brothers.

"..."

Chen Ziqi instinctively made way for him, and then watched helplessly as the young man passed him, walked up to the main seat, and sat down on the chair that the two brothers had been fighting for for many years.

Shen Yi patted the hem of his clothes lightly, leaned back on the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and glanced calmly below.

Immediately, his calm voice rang out in the hall: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

Since he is collecting money from members, Shen Yi has quite a lot of experience.

"..."

The other four people stood below and looked at each other quietly.

Zheng Qian looked away, raised his eyebrows, and said through a message: "Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He is more stable than your father."

Liu Qianyun's eyes were also full of suspicion.

She had seen Shen Yi's gentle side, and she had also seen the other side's murderous side, but she still didn't expect that he had a temperament that she couldn't guess.

"He used to be the head catcher of Baiyun County...the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou...the inspector of Daqian...the demon king of Thousand Demons Cave..."

Ye Wenxuan sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling like she was signing up for a dish.

Including Yan Wencheng, the remaining three people fell silent at the same time.

Although I have never heard of these forces, this experience sounds really rich, especially the last one, which makes people feel a little confused.

Is there really a person underneath these names?

"..."

Chen Ziqi stared at the man above him.

I came back to regain my dignity, not to complain to Master Qingtian.

What made him even more dissatisfied was.

The monk who was on the third level of Void Return just now instinctively retreated.

Probably because the few remaining people were wearing Qingyue Sect robes.

The time dragged on for too long, and I was too complacent, so the people from Nanhong Seventh Son were still waiting for them.

If you wait until you take over.

I don't mind chatting with these "immortals".

But not today.

The limelight in this palace can only belong to him.

"Senior Immortal of the Qingyue Sect, this is a household matter of my Chen family. After the son's vessel is dealt with, I will double my tribute this year. You guys are tired from traveling and traveling, so please rest first."

Chen Ziqi raised his hands.

Even when facing the Nanhong Seventh Monk, his words were neither humble nor arrogant.

With his posture and the talents displayed by He Daogong, even the elders of the outer sect would inevitably think highly of him.

Zheng Qian, for example, nodded with satisfaction.

However, Shen Yi just glanced at him casually: "I didn't ask that, I let you speak."

There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

But Chen Ziqi's face suddenly turned red. A small repairman used his status to bully others.

If he were not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, would he be able to point his finger at me with this level of cultivation? !

"Shangxian! Zi Qi has finished taking care of the family affairs first, and then I will tell you about it."

Chen Ziqi suddenly withdrew his palms, his eyes fell on his brother in front of him again, and his whole body suddenly became violent!

A terrifying sense of oppression almost immediately overflowed from the Taoist palace with the overwhelming blue sea.

Even Zheng Qian's expression changed slightly.

Such a small force located in a corner, with negligible resources, could actually have a monk on par with her.

Such talent is enough to be proud of.

Thinking of this, she looked towards Shen Yi, wanting to see what the other party meant.

In this hall, she and Shen Yi are probably the only ones who can stop Chen Ziqi, not even that old dog Shi Puppet.

However, Zongzhu Shen's attitude is too high, and it would be inappropriate to take action now. It would be a bit embarrassing if he fell into a fierce battle.

However, Shen Yi didn't seem to see her questioning eyes.

Still leaning on the back of the chair.

Suddenly, there was silence for a moment, as if everything was stagnant.

Wait until it returns to normal.

Almost everyone held their breath.

The ink shirt on the chair was still fluttering slightly, and the handsome young man's eyes did not even change.

The only difference between the field and the previous one.

Only Chen Ziqi was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole chest collapsed.

His mouth was filled with dark red plasma, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the height in disbelief: "You...you..."

"Can we talk now?" Shen Yi raised his eyebrows and looked down.

"Why did the Immortal stand up for him...I don't understand..." Chen Ziqi's face was full of pain and resentment, with a trace of fear. He held blood in his mouth and said unclearly: "When I was kicked out of the house, who would replace me?" I'm in charge, who cares about me..."

"well."

Shen Yi's eyes finally showed some excitement. She pressed her palms and said calmly: "I didn't ask you to talk about this. I asked you to talk about the aquatic aura on your body."

"Now, can you start talking?"

His voice echoed in everyone's ears, but it made everyone change their expressions.

Chen Ziqi stopped crying in anger, his expression was slightly stagnant, and then he stared at him fearfully.