Several demon hunters stopped checking their disciples, their brows and eyes showing deep vigilance.
Only Chen Qiankun remained calm, casually loosened the iron halberd in his hand, closed his eyes, and his Yin spirit instantly left his body, holding the halberd and rising into the air!
A demon king with such an aura could not move him.
But only for a moment.
The halberd stopped in the air, as if it was a little dazed, 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 breath...disappeared.
Even the Yin God cannot detect its trace.
In the Ningdan realm, the distance is so close that it is impossible for a monster to escape the eyes and ears of the Yin God. It is impossible to conceal one's breath or condense a human form like Zhang Hengzhou, not to mention the low-level shapeshifting technique.
It was more like some kind of teleportation technique, able to travel thousands of miles in an instant, just to shock myself.
If this is such a magical power, the aura just revealed is probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Chen Qiankun slowly clenched his hand around the solid iron halberd, and after a long moment he turned around and looked 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 some sigh of old age in his eyes.
"I don't know which demon king is teasing me here. Since he refuses to show himself, I will just let him see... the sharpest sword in Qingzhou."
"Please, everyone, go to Yushan County."
"Please come in, Jiang Qiulan."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, including the two sect guardian elders, subconsciously touched their necks.
More than 20,000 heads are still piled on the walls of Yushan County.
Several demon hunters all nodded and said, "You don't have to be polite, old general. We know the seriousness of the matter."
General Jiang's means of finding monsters may not be stronger than General Chen's. After all, she and the old man are both in the Baodan realm. Although she is stronger, she has not really broken through.
He is also the only one among all the demon-suppressing generals who does not practice Wuxian but Hunyuan.
He doesn't even have the abilities of the Yin God.
But as long as she walks out of the Yushan City Gate, within half a day at most, all the famous demon kings in the entire Linjiang County will get wind of the news and then return to their caves to rest in peace.
The number one swordsman in Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve Demon-Suppressing Generals, including the Demon-Suppressing Division and the four surnames and five sects, the only one who can defeat her is her master, the general.
"I have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
Chen Qiankun shook his head and waved his hand slightly. The red horse turned into a stream of light and came over, snorting softly.
Then he carried the old general to the mountainside of Qingfeng Mountain, and slowly stepped on the top of the high cliff of Guanjian Gorge with his four hooves.
The old man cast his eyes towards the dense forest below, finding it mildly amusing.
In the message brought back by the monster hunters, the villagers of Shuiyun Township gave a vivid description of a ferocious river god dressed in black, with an ink knife on his waist and murderous eyes.
When we actually met him, he turned out to be a reserved young man.
I waited for a whole night, but the other party did not come to pay his respects.
He was alert, decisive in killing, and had the courage to fight to the death. He was so determined when taking the demon pill that it seemed that even a demon-suppressing general like himself could not snatch his things from him.
But he did not use this to ask for greater credit. From beginning to end, he was unwilling to even get close to me, let alone flatter me and seek credit.
"You don't think highly of the merit of killing the dragon? I'll give it to you."
Watching the young man walk out of the tent, the old man showed a rare smile. After observing for a few more years, it would be a good choice to leave the Sword Pool of Qingfeng Mountain to him.
The Demon Suppression Division has no shortage of geniuses, but it lacks geniuses who have experienced the trials of life and death. Although there is a risk of dying prematurely, how can it protect millions of people without experiencing those moments of life and death?
Only the seedlings that survive are called good seedlings.
"It's a pity to stay with me, although it's safe."
If you have accomplished something, you should be honored.
Thinking of this, he said calmly: "Before returning to the Demon Suppression Division, if you dare to come down, your legs will be broken."
The words, neither light nor heavy, reached the ears of the two people at the foot of the cliff.
Hong Lei was leading the horse, looking back in shock. After seeing the familiar figure of Chen Qiankun, he hurriedly pushed Shen Yi and said, "I told you, this horse was given to you by the general, so you have to lead it. Why are you hesitating?" Shen Yi also looked in that direction, and saw a red light passing across the sky and disappearing at the end of the sight.
Such a wanton attitude made him feel a little more envious.
"…"
Fortunately, I have a certain foundation.
Feeling the external elixir in the sea of qi being suppressed again by the Rongri Treasure Furnace.
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and mounted the demon horse.
More than 20 golden eagle lieutenants led the way in front, and surrounded by dozens of battalion lieutenants, Hong Lei led the demon horse with steady steps and transmitted his voice into the secret passage:
"The old general is very careful. He is worried that you will be targeted by the Yangchun River water tribe. No one knows about the dragon slaying 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 a grudge in their hearts. Although those old guys may not be able to touch you, showing your strength in advance can save a lot of trouble."
…
Qingzhou City.
Under the control of the Demon Suppression Office, there are rarely any major events here.
It was nothing more than that the swordsman's wife was abducted again, and the thieves in Pingsha Valley drank a few jars of the prince's wine.
As the messengers rushed around, a major event that was big enough to make everyone lose their minds spread throughout the city and could not be concealed.
Qingfeng Mountain is gone.
Unlike the bloody incident in Yushan County, under the command of the general of Linjiang County, a huge mountain gate that had existed for who knows how many years just disappeared out of thin air.
The storyteller clenched the rattle and stood in the teahouse at a loss.
The chivalrous spirit and tenderness he had talked about for decades, and the sword-slaying of demons he had talked about for decades, all turned into real "rumors" overnight.
"I..."
His dry lips twitched, and he managed to calm himself down. The story he had memorized by heart was difficult to tell, so he could only rack his brains to think of a new one.
"Today I will tell you a story... um... the river god of Shuiyun Township wielded a magical sword and angrily killed a thousand-year-old river fish spirit!"
The storyteller wiped the sweat off his face and slapped the wooden stick heavily. "It is said that in this dynasty, there was a burly man with a leopard head and round eyes. He was wearing a gorgeous robe with a gilded cloud pattern and holding a black blade that could split mountains and cut rivers. He was very energetic, and his feet were on the waves of the river. Behind him were thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals."
"The river monster has a ferocious face, a fat head and big ears, and is arrogant! He shouted, "Who is coming?"
"The big man smiled coldly, and then the turtle-like figure bowed, saying that this was a star from heaven descending to earth, the god of the Zhenjiang River... Just hearing his immortal name made the river monster retreat in fear, shaking all over, and even his thing shrunk to the size of a bean..."
"Puff!"
The storyteller spat into his hand and said in a high, sharp voice, "Cut the river monster with the immortal sword and turn it into ashes!"
The young man wrapped in bandages below couldn't help but close his eyes and whispered, "No, it's a bit embarrassing to hear this."
The charming girl in casual clothes picked up the teacup, feeling a little uneasy: "Common people like to hear exaggerated things."
Li Xinhan looked at the storyteller again: "I wonder how far he is from the Jade Liquid Realm, he should be there soon, he is also a genius, but he was stuck in the small town of Baiyun and wasted a lot of time."
"That's right."
He remembered something: "I asked you to take me out for a walk earlier, but I forgot to ask why you came back so early. Where is Shen Yi?"
Li Mujin stared at the tea leaves floating in the teacup and did not speak for a long time.
She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to come back. She had just stayed in the county town for two days and couldn't help but ride back.
What if Qingfeng Mountain continued to recruit lieutenants, what if I was chosen...
Why do you suddenly not want anyone anymore?
What on earth can a martial artist who has reached the perfect level of the first stage do on Qingfeng Mountain?
While the woman was lost in thought, Li Xinhan slowly frowned and stared at his sister, with more anger in his eyes. He said in disbelief, "You let him go?!"
Faced with a rare question, Li Mujin did not refute, but suddenly stood up.
A vendor shouted from outside the door: "He's back! The captain of the Demon Suppression Division is back!"
(End of this chapter)