Evil Immortal!

Qi Mo is quite powerful and has a high level of cultivation. Meng Yuan can easily overpower him with his "Pure Yang Sword Technique" and "Purple Cloud True Fire," but it's still a bit risky to completely defeat or even kill him.

Therefore, whatever means are available, use them quickly to beat a dog when it's down; that's the true essence of the battle of wits.

Click!

Without hesitation, Meng Yuan crushed the Crimson Thunder Talisman. The next moment,

boom!

A crimson bolt of lightning shot out, as thick as a thigh, accompanied by crackling sparks and flashing light, directly blasting towards the Beggar Demon.

The lightning bolt was so sudden that even the Beggar Demon was caught off guard. His expression changed drastically in shock, but it was too late to react. His demonic energy surged around him, instinctively transforming into protective true energy.

Immediately afterwards, the Crimson Fire Divine Lightning struck him.

As lightning flashed, Qi Mo let out a miserable cry. The protective aura around his body was easily shattered as if it were made of paper, and most of the remaining lightning struck him.

He cultivated demonic techniques, and his body was filled with evil and malevolent energy. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was half-human and half-demon, and he was most vulnerable to lightning magic.

At this moment, as lightning flashed, his body was charred black by the intense heat, turning into a piece of charcoal. Wisps of black smoke rose from the flesh on his body, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Even the demonic true energy within his body, under the bombardment of the Crimson Fire Divine Lightning, completely dissipated and lost control, writhing like countless small snakes in his meridians and dantian.

In just two breaths, the once majestic Beggar Demon was severely injured by Meng Yuan.

However, the begging demon was so terrified that his soul almost left his body.

Now that he felt the threat of death, he didn't care about anything else. Without hesitation, he clenched his fist into a knife and slashed at his shoulder. His arm was severed at the shoulder and exploded with a bang, turning into a streak of blood that enveloped him and sent him flying into the distance.

The blood-red light was swift and extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already flown to the horizon and turned into a small blood-red dot. Even Meng Yuan could not catch up with it.

However, as he watched the bloody light disappear into the distance, Meng Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

He had the opportunity to keep the other person there, but he didn't, naturally because he had other plans.

The Purple Cloud Sword Pill beside him had already shredded the bone snake that the bone staff had transformed into, and the ball of Yin Fire had also been burned into nothingness by the Purple Cloud True Fire. With a wave of Meng Yuan's hand, it was put away.

......

On the other side, Qi Mo flew hundreds of miles until he reached the banks of the Longyuan River outside Linjiang City before stopping.

He immediately took out several healing pills from his storage bag and stuffed them into his mouth.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his nearly depleted internal energy gradually begin to fill up, and his injuries stabilized.

"Meng Yuan... you damned brat! I'll tear you to pieces sooner or later!"

However, the thought of the culprit who had seriously injured him made his face darken. Although his whole body was now charred black, and the skin and flesh on his body had been burned into charcoal, making it impossible to see his face, he was still gruesome.

Meng Yuan's strength far exceeded his expectations.

It was hard for him to accept that a mere cultivator at the Lesser Completion of the Purple Mansion stage could possess such strength.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries.

Now things are really messed up. Even with the best healing pills, it will take at least three to five months to recover from his injuries. On top of that, he has lost an arm, which is a huge blow to him!

That would have been bad enough, but the real problem was that the magical artifact, the bone staff, which he had painstakingly refined, had also been destroyed, as had the Yin Fire Divine Power that he had painstakingly condensed. Although he could continue to refine it, it would require a lot of time and effort.

"Fine, this kid has wiped out three of my Ten Thousand Evil Cave's strongholds. It's really a bit strange. If I can't afford to mess with him, can't I at least avoid him?"

The beggar demon had finally figured it out.

Although he didn't know how Meng Yuan found their Wanxie Cave's strongholds, he was already seriously injured and it was not suitable for him to stay in Linjiang Prefecture for a while.

Since that's the case, I might as well find a quiet place to heal my wounds first, and then go and cause trouble for that kid after I've recovered!

Of course, he was confident that he might not be a match for Meng Yuan, but it didn't matter. Soon, the Black Moth Fairy, the leader of the Xuan Tan within the sect, would arrive in Linjiang Prefecture. With her personally taking action, no matter how capable Meng Yuan was, he would have to obediently accept his death!

But at that moment, the beggar suddenly froze, noticing a figure out of the corner of his eye.

The figure was only a dozen feet away from him, but he hadn't noticed it at all!

Of course, this is also largely due to the fact that the Beggar Demon himself was seriously injured.

No matter how injured he was, he was still a Purple Mansion cultivator, so he shouldn't have failed to notice something at such a short distance.

So it's quite obvious that the other party is a cultivator, and they don't seem to have any good intentions!

The beggar demon immediately became alert and said in a deep voice, "My surname is Chen, and I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Evils Cave. May I ask who you are?!"

"Hehe... Fellow Daoist Qimo, why bother hiding it? It's not like I don't know you."

The figure turned around, revealing its true appearance; it was a handsome man with a tall and slender figure, dressed in a black robe.

This person has fair skin, sword-like eyebrows, long black hair, red lips, and white teeth.

His eyebrows slanted upwards, like sharp blades, giving him an inexplicable sense of aggression and an unspeakable, eerie charm.

Do you know me?

The beggar demon vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Not only did the visitor seem hostile, but the person also gave him a sense of familiarity.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and was startled.

"No, the aura emanating from you..."

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Qi Mo indeed has keen insight."

Zhong Shenxiu chuckled, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth: "I am not talented, but what I cultivate is your sect's 'Yanmo White Bone Book'. In a way, you and I are from the same school."

The beggar's pupils constricted sharply as he finally realized what was happening. "It was you! You stole the statue of our sect's patriarch!"

But then he realized something was wrong. "Wait a minute! It's only been eight days, how could you have cultivated to this level so quickly? And Meng Yuan was the one who destroyed that stronghold, how could you..."

For a moment, Qi Mo was completely stunned, feeling as if his mind had turned into mush, and he couldn't understand anything.

Zhong Shenxiu chuckled, "What nonsense are you spouting? Alright, enough rubbish, prepare to die!"

He naturally couldn't say that he was just an avatar of Meng Yuan, and too lazy to continue talking nonsense, he reached out and grabbed, and with the surge of demonic energy, a long sword about five feet long and completely white appeared in his hand.

The blade of this knife is sharp and long, exuding a strong, chilling aura. Dark black mist is faintly visible on it, and faint, mournful howls can be heard, as if vengeful spirits are haunting it. It is clearly a bone knife!