A cool breeze blew across the mountainside.
A figure quietly appeared in front of the smooth stone wall.
Yan Xingkong dragged his unconscious right leg and covered his stomach tightly. His face was still twitching uncontrollably. He took two steps and spat out another mouthful of blood: "Puff."
He wiped the corner of his mouth, horror flashing in his eyes.
As early as in Tingyang County, Yan Xingkong discovered that among the people chasing him, there was a very young and unfamiliar face. He should be a monster hunter who had just come out to gain experience.
I guess the Demon Suppression Division thought they were just having fun, so they didn't take it seriously at all.
They chased them all the way to the demon's territory, and the young man actually followed them.
Yan Xingkong then decided to step forward and remind the other party that the situation this time was completely different from the past.
Unexpectedly, he was hit by a knee as soon as he showed up.
The terrifying force contained therein almost made him think that he had run into a demon comparable to that of a perfect condensed pill.
"Well-timed! Well-timed!"
Yan Xingkong came back to his senses from the severe pain. Not only was he not angry, but there was a ferocious look in his eyes.
He made a strange gesture with his hands and then walked straight into the smooth stone wall.
There were ripples on the stone wall, but they soon returned to calm, leaving only some scarlet blood stains on the ground, proving that someone had indeed been there.
About one stick of incense later.
Three figures came from the bottom of the mountain one after another. Two of the Taoists looked puzzled: "The aura disappeared?"
Xiao Qiangwei frowned slightly, not seeing any trace of Shen Yi, then lowered her eyes to look at the bloodstains on the ground.
She walked closer quickly, closed her eyes to feel the breath on her fingertips, then opened her eyes to look around, and finally set her gaze on the stone wall in front of her.
Reach out and touch it gently.
The next moment, the white palm was seen sinking directly into the stone wall.
"Illusion array?" Taoist Chunyang's eyes widened. He no longer looked like a master from Baiyun Temple.
Taoist Qingjing's face instantly became solemn. How could an ordinary wild monster have the use of a magic array that could completely conceal its aura? It must be a great monster passed down from generation to generation that could be so generous.
I was just chasing Yan Xingkong, how did I end up in such a place?
He cautiously took a half step back and warned, "Master Xiao, please stop. If you don't have the corresponding spells for this kind of formation, just touching it will attract the attention of the demons..."
Recovering martial arts is important, but it is not something to risk one's life.
Maybe this was Yan Xingkong's evil plot, deliberately luring himself and others here, wanting to use a demon to kill people.
Hearing this, Xiao Qiangwei looked at the bloodstains on the ground again.
She didn't think Yan Xingkong would be Shen Yi's opponent, but based on her understanding of Shen Yi, how could someone who dared to enter the Black Stone Pool be blocked by a stone wall?
Thinking of this, she suddenly took a step inside.
"…"
Seeing this, the two old Taoists were stunned for a moment, looked at each other with bitter expressions, then gritted their teeth and followed in.
They are all martial artists at the Chengdan realm. The woman surnamed Xiao is still injured. Baiyun Temple is committed to exorcising demons and monsters. How can they retreat when their signature martial arts are taken away by demons?
…
The valley is quiet and the spring is like jade.
There are several wooden houses standing by the spring at the bottom of the valley.
Just above the cliff, Yan Xingkong was crawling on the ground, restraining his aura to the extreme. As the leader of the thieves, this was his signature skill.
At this moment, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the window of the wooden house below.
His ears fluttered slightly, and he was able to take in the faint conversation between them from such a long distance.
In the largest wooden house, an old man in a white robe sat with his eyes closed, looking like an immortal. The only strange thing was that both sides of his cheeks were covered with glittering feathers.
Next to her was an old woman making tea. She also had a feathery face and said with regret, "Ying'er is too willful. If I hadn't lied that something happened to me, she wouldn't have come back to see me."
The old man sneered and said, "If she wasn't willful, why would she follow a warrior and fool around outside? Sister, you and I gave birth to her and raised her, but did she ever listen to my advice? It's better not to have a daughter like her."
After saying that, he opened his eyes and said, "You may not come back, but I must return that Scarlet Feather."
This clan never intermarries with outsiders.
Using secret methods to maintain the purity of their bloodline, only two children are born in each generation, a son and a daughter, and this cycle continues from generation to generation.
Only in this way can we ensure that every generation can condense Qingling and Chiling.
Kong Ying was destined to marry her brother, but she willfully escaped from the valley and went to Qingzhou to marry a warrior. This was extremely treasonous and would completely cut off their lineage.
The old man became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and he simply stood up and said, "I feel that my son has done me a disgrace. He has to share a wife with that ordinary woman. It is a great shame."
At this moment, the old woman suddenly looked outside in confusion: "Is there someone breaking into the valley?"
As they spoke, their eyes instantly turned cold. After a moment, a ferocious smile appeared on the old man's face. "I originally thought that I would go to Qingzhou to take off his head after I made a breakthrough. I didn't expect that this kid would be so sensible and come here to die on his own initiative."
"Jing'er, keep an eye on your sister. I heard that boy is very skilled in physical training." The old woman reminded him indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the small door of the wooden house next door creaked open.
A young man with a sinister face slowly stepped out of the door, wearing a luxurious feather robe. He rolled up his sleeves and his arms were covered with blood plasma.
He stretched out his hand to play with a beautiful red feather between his fingers, and the corners of his lips curved up: "No need."
In the room behind him, there was a rather large peacock lying on the bed. Its beautiful feathers had lost their luster, and its long tail feathers hung down to the ground. Its eyes were dim, and dried blood had stained the huge bed surface red. It was obvious that it had been dead for some time.
The two old men walked out of the house and glanced over there, a little surprised, but didn't say much: "Look at you, can't you be more clean?"
"Sister Ying served Yan Xingkong when she was alive, so I can't suffer too much." Kong Jing's eyes were cold, twisting the red feathers like fire, and sneered: "I heard that when she was in Qingzhou, Bai Ziming asked her to help those who couldn't be saved. It's ridiculous to use the treasures of our lineage to save the people of the Demon Suppression Division."
"Don't be resentful. I will catch Yan Xingkong for you and let you vent your anger."
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly towards the valley entrance.
He is a demon who has reached the perfect stage of Dan Condensation. Outside of Qingzhou, no one can move him unless the Demon Suppressing General comes in person.
at the same time.
Xiao Qiangwei and the other two passed through the stone wall and finally saw this paradise-like valley clearly.
But only for a moment.
The expressions of several people changed at the same time.
There was not a trace of demonic energy on the entire mountain, but the moment one stepped into the place, it was enveloped by a surge.
Big monster! And there is more than one!
The two Taoists swallowed their saliva, then gritted their teeth and pointed their swords at the same time.
On the cliff valley, Yan Xingkong looked at the corpse of the peacock in the house. His eyes, which were originally bloodshot, were now frighteningly calm.
He was not surprised because he had already sensed his wife's death.
There was no resentment, because those eyes were filled with murderous intent so strong that it was almost tangible, and could not accommodate anything else.
Kong Ying is a demon, and the ones here are also demons, and they never enter Qingzhou. No one would be willing to come all the way to provoke them just for the death of another demon.
The Demon Suppression Division, Baiyun Temple.
This is all the help Yan Xingkong can get.
He slowly got up from the ground, touched the small cloth bag at his waist with his right hand, and a dazzling golden longbow instantly appeared in his palm.
The entire bow is extremely heavy, with the bow arms made up of flowing cloud patterns surrounding a large sun, and even the bowstring emits a bright white light!
(End of this chapter)