Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 82 Condensing Pill Sword Pond
  Before entering the Demon Division, Hong Lei also thought about fighting a sword in the end of the world, wearing white clothes and leading a horse.

But now it seems that it is not necessarily a bad thing to join the more dangerous Demon Suppression Division instead of entering Qingfeng Mountain.

Fifty or sixty Qingfeng disciples were escorted up the mountain by the school captains.

They were clearly returning to their sect, but their faces became increasingly pale.

Shen Yi and Hong Lei walked last.

"What is Jianchi?"

Hearing this, Hong Lei looked a little surprised: "Aren't you from Qingzhou?"

"He's from Boyun County." Shen Yi didn't hide it.

"No wonder, it's such a small place." Hong Lei nodded subconsciously and suddenly realized something was wrong. Was this referring to the Baiyun County he knew? How could a place like this have the power to cultivate such a person?

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to ask, so he simply changed the subject: "Every first-rate force has the means to steadily cultivate the Dan Condensation Realm, ensuring that every generation has masters in charge. Unlike the second-rate ones, if the ancestors If there is an accident, or if there is a lack of support below, it will disappear without a trace within a few decades."

"Our Demon Suppressing Division has something similar, but it's just going to the capital."

Speaking of this, Hong Lei looked at Shen Yi's slightly twinkling eyes and roughly guessed what the other party was thinking. Being able to fight Elder Qingfeng and the big demon alone would naturally be a perfect match for Yuye.

He smiled and said: "With your current strength, if you work hard for decades, you will have a place in the Martial Arts Temple. Don't even think about the recent times. Both Miss Lin and Dr. Bai are lining up in front of you. Woolen cloth."

"Let's talk about Jianchi."

Hong Lei knew what kind of temper these geniuses had, and how could they tolerate others riding on his head: "When a Qingfeng disciple formally joins the family and worships his ancestor, the first thing he does is to go to the sword pond to worship, to draw blood from his fingertips, and to draw blood from his eyebrows. If you put your heart's blood, your heart's blood, into it, you will be protected by the Patriarch, and your spiritual progress will be greatly accelerated."

"In addition, they can also take out a sword used by their seniors. They use their essence to nourish themselves day and night. It is called the sword that protects the Tao. It can be said that half of their strength lies in the sword. I heard that you broke the deacon's sword. Sword, even if he recovers from his injuries, his strength will still be less than 50% of what it once was."

Hong Lei stretched out his hand: "That's why I went to see Dai Bing's sword that day, just to see if she was a Qingfeng disciple, and I guessed it right... Think about it, the essence of a disciple for thousands of years The blood is connected to the sword pool. As their cultivation progresses, the sword pool will also benefit. Only such a precious land can have the magical effect of helping warriors condense elixirs."

"I don't have enough longevity for the old man from Furious Sword. According to his seniority, he should have had the opportunity to enter the sword pool to practice and fight, but he gave it to Zhang Hengzhou. With today's actions... I am heartbroken. .”

Hong Lei sighed with emotion.

Hearing this, Shen Yi fell silent for a moment.

But remembering that there are very few opportunities to learn about martial arts, he continued to ask: "If the sword pool has such an effect and has existed for thousands of years, there should be more than one Ningdan on Qingfeng Mountain."

"Are you worried that General Chen will come alone and be unable to defeat them?"

Hong Lei smiled again: "You are in the Jade Liquid Realm, and I am also in the Jade Liquid Realm. If you face two or three of me at the same time, will you be afraid?"

Shen Yi thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Yes, if there are ten or twenty..."

Hong Lei continued, but saw the young man thinking intently, and then shook his head.

The smile on his square face was stiff, he looked away, took a deep breath, and pretended not to see it at all: "If there are ten or twenty people, Mr. Chen is not the only one in the Demon Suppression Division. There are twelve Demon Suppression Generals. The old man is too old. Big, in terms of strength, he ranks behind the generals of Yang'an County."

"Where does the general from Yang'an County rank?" Shen Yi looked curiously.

Hong Lei rolled his eyes and remained silent for a long time before saying: "Eleven."

"Who's number one?"

"Second disciple of the Chief Soldier."

"What about the second?"

"Disciple of the General Army."

"Why is it the other way around?"

"Brother Shen, we're here!" Hong Lei stood still with a headache. Could he say these offending words casually?

Shen Yi looked forward with unfinished thoughts.

In front of Qingfeng Mountain Gate, there is a huge altar paved with pure white stone bricks.

At this moment, there were densely packed swordsmen kneeling in white clothes on both sides.

The three hundred inner camp captains wearing golden eagle ink shirts stood outside the altar, their bodies upright, and their dark chains soared, enclosing the entire altar.

There were more than a thousand people from the outer camp, standing together neatly, with indifferent expressions.

At the front of the crowd, surrounded by dozens of generals, a figure wearing black light armor was sitting in a big chair, holding an iron halberd in his hand, and his scarlet satin cloak was fluttering like a stream of blood. Dye with red clouds.

"..."

Shen Yi frowned slightly, not expecting such scenery on the mountain.

I was fighting life and death down there, thinking that the situation was anxious, but ended up kneeling on the ground here.

With all this spare time, why can't we go out and save people?

"It's not as simple as you think." Seeing the change in his expression, Hong Lei slowly stepped forward and led everyone forward, his face becoming more solemn.

The Qingfeng Sect disciples obviously had no intention of resisting, but General Chen still surrounded them and refused to let go. This could only mean one thing.

The old man in charge must be going crazy!
  In the middle of the altar.

The man sat cross-legged, with his upper body bare, and the fine wounds intertwined into spider webs all over his body, like a piece of nearly broken porcelain.

This familiar scar made Shen Yi hold her breath.

When he was in Shuiyun Township, he had seen that dragon demon before, and it was exactly the same.

And this moment.

Shen Yi felt a breath on the other person's body. As he took steps forward, the closer he got, the closer the breath became.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and slowly glanced towards this place.

Just one look at those bloodshot pupils made Shen Yi tense up, and his palms unconsciously grasped the handle of the knife.

Even when he just woke up, he faced the black-skinned dog demon in his mortal body.

It's not as disturbing as the pressure that comes instantly now.

"He is Zhang Hengzhou."

Hong Lei didn't seem to feel anything strange, and simply introduced: "The famous Qingzhou swordsman, Qingzhou Xia, according to General Chen's inference, should be transformed by the Yangchun River Jiao Demon."

Shen Yi seemed not to have heard.

The man looked deeply at his face, and the ferocious look on his face gradually gained a bit of resentment due to the pain.

Under that gaze.

Shen Yi remained expressionless, only breathing became heavier.

A strong murderous intention emerged from his heart.

In plain sight.

Zhang Hengzhou stood up suddenly and walked towards the edge step by step.

All the Qingfeng disciples raised their heads, and the captains of the Demon Suppressing Division all tightened their weapons and yelled: "Back off!"

But there was doubt in my heart.

The other party's last riot was half a month ago, and General Chen smashed him back with a halberd.

After being quiet these days, why did he suddenly stand up again?

"I'm not guilty, you can't kill me."

Zhang Hengzhou was breathing heavily and his body was slightly stooped. He looked at the old man wearing black light armor with a deep voice.

He gritted his teeth: "I have killed demons for Qingzhou for one hundred and fifty years, and protected the people of Linjiang County for one hundred and fifty years. They regard me as a knight! I am not guilty!"

Chen Qiankun's beard and hair are all white, and his face is not unusual. He looks like just an ordinary old man.

He looked calm and said calmly: "Read it to him again."

The general beside him came out: "Zhang Zitao, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, went to Shuangyang County to kill demons three years ago. He killed a cat demon. More than 20 people died and no bones were left. According to the demon hunter's investigation, two days ago , someone has seen this monster in Woniutan, five hundred miles away."

"Zhang Yusong, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, followed the same method two years and seven months ago and killed a demon in a village in Qian County, killing thirty villagers and leaving no bones."

"Zhang Linglong, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain..."

The same demon slaying, the same corpse with no trace left.

All the names, without exception, were the heirs of this romantic swordsman. The past three years alone made the general's mouth go dry when he read them.

The Qingfeng Mountain disciple lowered his head silently.

"So my achievements are fake?" Only Zhang Hengzhou's face remained unchanged and he still stared at the old man.

"What you say is true. I sent people to check it. You are worthy of the name of Qingfeng Mountain Hero." Chen Qiankun tapped his chin.

"Then -" Zhang Hengzhou's voice suddenly became sharp: "With my achievements, shouldn't the people of Linjiang County raise my children?! They are all half-demon, and I have been working hard to teach them!"

"Why! Don't give me a moment!"

"Why! Don't give me a chance!"

The roar of deep resentment resounded throughout the entire mountain gate.

(End of this chapter)