Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 89: Suppress the Demon and Return to the State
  Several demon hunters stopped checking their disciples, with deep vigilance in their brows and eyes.

Only Chen Qiankun remained calm, casually letting go of the iron spurge in his hand, closing his eyes, and the Yin Shen instantly left his body, holding the spurge and ascending into the sky!
  The demon king with such an aura cannot move his face.

But only for a moment.

The euphorbia stood still in the air, seemingly at a loss, and finally fell back into Chen Qiankun's hands.

The old man opened his eyes, and there was something strange in his calm eyes.

That aura...disappeared.

Not even the Yinshen can detect its traces.

In the Ningdan territory, and at such a close distance, there is absolutely no way a monster can escape the eyes and ears of the Yin God. It cannot be done by condensing breath or condensing a human form like Zhang Hengzhou, let alone the low-level shape-shifting technique.

It's more like some kind of teleportation method, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, just to shock myself.

If it is such a magical power, I am afraid that the aura revealed just now is just the tip of the iceberg.

Chen Qiankun's palm holding the Huntie spurge slowly tightened, and after a long time he turned to look at the demon hunters.

The monster catcher's expression changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

The old man who suppressed Qingfeng alone actually showed a bit of sadness in his eyes as he lamented his old age.

"I don't know which demon lord is teasing me here. Since he refuses to show his face, let him see... my strongest sword in Qingzhou."

"Excuse me, please go to Yushan County."

"Please Jiang Qiulan."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, including the two elders protecting the sect, subconsciously touched their necks.

The more than 20,000 heads on the city walls of Yushan County are still there to this day.

Several demon hunters nodded in agreement: "Old General, there is no need to be polite, we know the importance."

General Jiang's method of hunting monsters may not be stronger than that of General Chen. After all, she and the old man are both in the Dan Bao realm. Although they are more powerful, they have not really broken through.

Among all the demon-suppressing generals, he is the only one who does not cultivate martial arts but cultivates Hunyuan.

He doesn't even have the skills to be part of the Yin God.

But as long as she walks out of the Yushan City Gate, within half a day at most, all the demon kings with surnames in Linjiang County will hear the news and return to the cave to rest in peace.

The best swordsman in Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve demon-suppressing generals. Counting the demon-suppressing division and the four surnames and five factions, the only one who can defeat her is her master, the chief soldier.

"General, I still have important things to do, so I won't stay any longer."

Chen Qiankun shook his head and waved slightly. The red horse turned into a stream of light and snorted lightly.

Then he took the veteran to the hillside of Qingfeng Mountain and stepped lightly on the top of the high cliff of Guanjian Gorge.

The old man cast his gaze towards the dense forest below, feeling a little amused.

In the message brought back by the monster hunter, and in the vivid descriptions of the people of Shuiyun Village, there is a fierce river god in black clothes with an ink knife on his waist, and his eyes are full of murder.

When we actually met him, he was a reserved young man.

After waiting all night, he didn't see the other party coming to pay homage.

He is vigilant, decisive in killing, and has the courage to fight for his life. He is so determined when taking the demon pill that even he, the demon-suppressing general, can't even think of taking away his things.

But he did not use this to ask for greater credit. From the beginning to the end, he was not even willing to get close to himself, let alone flatter him and ask for credit.

"You don't like the ability to kill a dragon? I'll give it to you."

Watching the young man walk out of the tent, the old man showed a rare smile on his lips. After a few more years of observation, it would be a good choice to leave the Qingfeng Mountain sword pool to him.

The Demon Suppressing Division does not lack geniuses, but it lacks those who have experienced life and death. Although there is a risk of premature death, how can it protect millions of people without experiencing those moments of life and death.

The seedlings that survive are called good seedlings.

"It's safe to stay with me, but it's a pity."

If you have made meritorious service, you should be prosperous.

Thinking of this, he said calmly: "If you dare to come down before returning to the Zhenmo Si Yamen, your legs will be broken."

The words that were neither light nor serious floated into the ears of the two people under the cliff.

Hong Lei held the horse and looked back in shock. After seeing the familiar figure of Chen Qiankun, he quickly pushed Shen Yi: "I told you that this horse was given to you by the general, so you have to come here to lead it. You are so annoying. What kind of energy is that?" Shen Yi also looked towards that place and saw a red stream of light passing through the sky and disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

Such a wanton gesture made him feel a little bit more envious.

"..."

Fortunately, I also have a certain background.

Feeling the Waidan in the sea of ​​​​qi being suppressed again by the Melting Sun Treasure Furnace.

Shen Yi withdrew her gaze and mounted the demon horse.

More than twenty Golden Eagle captains opened the way ahead. Surrounded by dozens of foreign camp captains, Hong Lei led the demon horse at a steady pace and transmitted the message into the secret passage:

"The old general is very thoughtful. He is worried that you will be noticed by the Yangchunjiang Shui Tribe. No one knows about the killing of the dragon except these generals."

"But Zhao Kanglin died in front of us again, and he was the only one who died... The Zhao family can't help but speculate and hold grudges in their hearts. Although those old guys may not be able to touch you, showing their power in advance can save a lot of trouble."

……

Qingzhou City.

Under the control of the Zhenmo Si Yamen, there were few major incidents reported here.

It's just that the swordsman's wife was kidnapped again, and the thieves in Pingsha Valley drank several jars of wine from the prince.

As each messenger captain ran around, a big event that could make everyone lose their minds could not be concealed and resounded throughout the world.

Qingfeng Mountain is gone.

Unlike the bloody storm in Yushan County, under the hands of the Linjiang County General, a huge mountain gate that had lasted for countless years simply disappeared out of thin air.

The storyteller clutched the ringwood tightly and stood helpless in the teahouse.

He had talked about chivalrous tenderness for decades, and talked about slaying monsters with swords for decades, and all of them turned into real "rumors" overnight.

"I……"

His dry lips moved, and he barely managed to steady his mind. It was difficult to tell the story he had memorized by heart, so he could only think of new stories.

"Today I will tell you something... um... the river god of Shuiyun Township wields a fairy sword and angrily kills a thousand-year-old river fish spirit!"

The storyteller wiped his sweat and patted Xiangmu hard: "Speaking of this dynasty, there is a tall man with a leopard head and eyes, wearing a gilt cloud-patterned shirt, holding an ink blade that can cut mountains and rivers, and he is full of energy. , stepping on the waves of the river, behind you are thousands of shrimps, soldiers and crabs."

"The river demon has a ferocious face, a fat head and big ears, and is arrogant! He shouted loudly and asked, who is coming?"

"The big man smiled coldly, and the turtle handed over his hand. This is the Zhenjiang River God who descended from the sky... Just hearing his immortal name made the river demon retreat in shock. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and even that thing shrunk. The size of a bean…”

"Pfft!"

The storyteller spat into his hand, with a high and sharp voice: "Cut down the fairy sword and crush the river demon to ashes!"

The young man below who was covered in bandages couldn't help but close his eyes and whispered: "No, I feel a little embarrassed."

The charming girl in casual clothes picked up the tea cup, feeling a little uneasy: "Common people like to hear exaggerated things."

Li Xinhan looked at the storyteller again: "I don't know how far he is from the Jade Liquid Realm. He should be close. He is also a genius, but he was stuck in the small town of Baiyun and wasted a lot of time."

"correct."

He remembered something: "I begged you to take me out for a walk earlier, but I forgot to ask, why did you come back so early, where is Shen Yi?"

Li Mujin stared at the broken leaf residue floating in the tea cup and said nothing for a long time.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to come back. She just arrived in the county for two days and couldn't help but ride back.

What if Qingfeng Mountain continues to draw the captain, what if he is drawn...

Why do you suddenly want no one again?

What can a perfect martial artist do on Qingfeng Mountain?
  While the woman was in confusion, Li Xinhan slowly frowned and stared at his sister closely, his eyes filled with anger and he said in disbelief: "You let him go?!"

Being questioned rarely, Li Mujin did not refute, but suddenly stood up.

The hawker shouted from outside the door: "He's back! The captain of the Demon Suppression Division is back!"

(End of this chapter)