From the Valkyrie to the Endless

After thinking for a few breaths, Shen Qing turned around and entered the devastated imperial capital. She wanted to confirm whether Yang Zongxian was alive or dead first.

In a flash, Shen Qing had arrived near the imperial palace. The palace walls had already collapsed and were covered with sword marks, and the scene inside the palace was in full view.

With a glance from afar, Shen Qing saw the spiritual formation shining with five-colored glazed light. Yang Zongxian, wearing a dragon robe, was sitting cross-legged in it. His neck was stained with blood and the wound was hideous.

Obviously, Yang Zongxian was still alive, and Sikong Yuan was blocked by the magic circle, allowing him to escape with luck.

Shen Qing did not stay for long. After confirming whether Yang Zongxian was dead or alive, he immediately chased after the sword light in the sky.

No matter how serious his injuries were, Yang Zongxian was still alive. Sikong Yuan had failed to break this spiritual formation, and Shen Qing didn't think he could do it at the moment.

Now she is in the dark and Yang Zongxian is in the light. There will always be opportunities in the future. In comparison, Sikong Yuan is obviously more important.

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In the blink of an eye, night fell.

There was no life in the imperial capital, it was like a ghost town, with only corpses and broken bricks and tiles.

click -

With a clear cracking sound, the spiritual formation covering the center of the imperial capital turned into tiny points of spiritual light and dissipated, disappearing into thin air.

This is the last means of self-defense for the Yang family. It can only be activated once. Once activated, it will last until the spiritual energy is exhausted. The secret realm that supplies energy for the spiritual array will also be completely destroyed and cannot be repaired.

But no matter how much he lost, Yang Zongxian survived after all. He sat quietly in the hills, his face pale, and the wound on his neck was stuck together and had stopped bleeding.

Boom——

A muffled sound was heard from deep within the palace, and a Taoist priest in green robes slowly walked out of the underground palace.

He first went to the place where the two old ghosts in the Gangsha realm died, took out the blood of the two people with a jade bottle, and then searched for a while before coming to Yang Zongxian's side and dropping a few things.

A broken token, a small flag, and a bronze fan, all with spiritual patterns engraved on them, are magical instruments.

Only the small flag was intact. There were cracks on the bronze fan, with sword marks left on it, obviously caused by Sikong Yuan's sword energy.

"The remnants of the heavens..."

Yang Zongxian opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the broken token, and sneered, "After more than three thousand years, these bastards are still alive."

"National Master, what is the result of the deduction now?"

Yang Zongxian closed his eyes and his voice became hoarse.

"Your Majesty has survived this killing calamity, and at least extended your life span by a few more years."

The Taoist in green had already known about this siege through divination and informed Yang Zongxian in advance. Although he wasted his last trump card, Yang Zongxian finally survived.

"Recently, the stars have been changing frequently. This has never happened before in the history of Daxia."

The Taoist in green clothes continued to speak. Although he had escaped from danger, his face was still solemn, with an irrepressible shock in his eyes. He said in a deep voice:

"Some stars suddenly disappeared..."

The unusual movement of the stars meant that there would be great changes in the world, but the stars kept changing one after another, and some stars even disappeared. This was too abnormal and he could hardly understand it.

"The stars disappeared?"

Yang Zongxian opened his eyes slightly, looking at the sea of ​​stars in the sky, frowning slightly: "According to Taizu's notes, in the ancient cultivation era, the descendants of the true gods did have the ability to pluck stars and take the moon. Perhaps there are still such powerful beings outside the sky, destroying several stars."

"This……"

The Taoist in green was speechless for a moment. The celestial art he learned was to deduce good and bad luck, as well as part of the world's situation, based on the trajectory of the stars. The results of his deduction were also somewhat vague.

Now that the stars have disappeared, his deduction skills will also be affected to some extent.

Moreover, he always felt that the phenomenon of the disappearing stars was a bad sign.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Yang Zongxian didn't have many concerns. He raised his head slightly, the starry sky of Luotian reflected in his deep eyes, and said in a calm voice:

"Taizu once said that the starlight we see in our eyes may be the scene left over from long ago. These stars may have been destroyed long ago, but we only found out about it today."

"Your Majesty, what are your plans next?"

The Taoist in green stopped dwelling on the disappearance of the stars and said, "Later, I will use the essence and blood of these two people to make a pot of elixir for Your Majesty. Your injuries should recover faster."

rustling—

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings in the air. More than a dozen carrier pigeons fell from the sky one after another. Looking at the ruins of the hill with nowhere to land, they seemed a little confused and kept circling in the low sky.

The Taoist in green waved his hand and led the pigeon down.

"It's a report sent by the detectives from various continents."

After reading all the letters one by one, the Taoist in green took a deep breath with trembling fingertips. "That demon has traveled across the five continents and killed countless people. According to a rough estimate, the number of casualties may have exceeded one million."

One million casualties is an extremely shocking number, enough to cause blood to flow and bones to fill the river.

Hearing this, Yang Xianzong tightened his palms slightly, his eyes were cold, and he whispered: "A human demon is still a human demon after all, just wearing a human skin. I only regret that I didn't directly use the Yangji Sword to kill this beast on the spot, which led to the disaster today."

After coming to his senses, Yang Zongxian asked in a deep voice: "Where did he go?"

The Taoist in green carefully looked through the letter again. Whenever the detective saw a demon, he would report it immediately. From the wetness of the ink, he could roughly determine Sikong Yuan's movements.

"He has been traveling back and forth, and his whereabouts are erratic. He should be heading towards the deserted island now."

After a moment, the Taoist in green had the answer.

"He is nearly insane and out of his mind. He can't hold on for much longer after burning his blood and energy. Send out orders to the detectives in all places to track him down. When he runs out of energy, we'll seize his head!"

Yang Zongxian made a decision immediately and said slowly: "I want to see the body if he dies!"

The last time, the reason why Sikong Yuan was able to survive was because Shen Lie concealed the truth and no one had ever seen his body, which led to this huge disaster.

He won't make the same mistake twice.

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Deserted island.

In the vast desert, a blood-red sword light tore through the morning sun and crossed the sky.

A hundred miles away, a black figure was running through the desert, falling far behind.

Shen Qing's face was slightly pale, and she felt the dull pain in her meridians. She turned back the sundial again, bringing her condition back to its peak and continuing to keep up.

The speed of the sword light was extremely astonishing. If it weren't for the sundial, she would not be able to keep up with Sikong Yuan at all.

hum-

The void clanged, and a continuous rain of swords fell from the sky again.

After a while, Shen Qing ran a hundred miles and entered a small town. The city was full of wailing and mutilated corpses were everywhere.

She didn't stop, but crossed the road and chased after Sikong Yuan.

As she ran, she inevitably got her hands stained with blood, and lines of information entered her mind.

[Race: Silver Bone Snake Clan]

【Cultivation: Mid-stage of the First Realm】

[Status: dead]

[Race: Cold Gold Beast Tribe]

【Cultivation: Not yet entered】

[Status: dead]

[Race: Golden Dragon Clan]

【Cultivation: Early Second Realm】

[Status: dead]

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Following all the way, Shen Qing witnessed almost the entire massacre, and vaguely, she had discovered some hidden patterns.

Countless people died at Sikong Yuan's hands, even babies in swaddling clothes were not spared.

But he did not kill everyone, but killed selectively, and many people still survived, some were even intact without any harm.

The target chosen by Sikong Yuan has nothing to do with identity or age, but is related to bloodline.

Along the way, the word "human race" never appeared in Shen Qing's mind.

Shen Qing had obtained Sikong Yuan's blood essence, and she knew clearly that the blood of Sikong Yuan, the Demon Slayer, was undoubtedly of the human race.

Killing so many people along the way and avoiding the human race inevitably made Shen Qing have a guess in his mind.

It's not just Sikong Yuan. The reason why all the demons became unconscious and even started killing people crazily after awakening is most likely because in their eyes, the people they killed were not their own kind.

There may be some sensitivity among the bloodlines of the same origin.

However, this is just Shen Qing's guess and cannot be confirmed yet.

In the blink of an eye, they chased for another half a day. At noon, the sword light in the sky finally stopped, like a hawk with broken wings, falling from the sky.

Shen Qing paused, then sped up a bit, rushing towards the place where Sikong Yuan fell.

Since yesterday, Sikong Yuan has been running for nearly twelve hours. It seems that the effect of the Soul-Burying Pill may have taken effect.

In a blink of an eye, Shen Qing had already run to a place not far from Sikong Yuan. She was not in a hurry to get closer, but stood several miles away, observing Sikong Yuan's condition.

If she approached rashly, and Sikong Yuan suddenly raised his hand to hit her, she might not be able to resist.

The Demon Slayer always kills people by beheading them with a single sword strike. Shen Qing was a little unsure if he would have enough reaction time to move the sundial if his head was chopped off instantly.

Sikong Yuan sat cross-legged in the desert, motionless. After waiting for a moment, Shen Qing slowly approached him.

"Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts...slay the demon..."

Sikong Yuan looked a little dazed, and kept muttering the words "slay the demon".

Sensing Shen Qing approaching, he raised his head with empty eyes.

"Shen Qing?"