Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

He propped his body up with the Mysterious Sword.

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword Art didn't burst forth with a raising of his hand like before; instead, purple thunder flickered and covered the Mysterious Sword.

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, looked down and said, "I really can't understand, are you out of your mind? Do you know who I am to draw your sword and chop at me upon seeing me?"

"If I kill you, then there's no need to know."

Nie Jun tugged at the corner of his mouth, struggling to stand up.

"Do you have the ability?" Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, gazed at the Dao Palace that was quietly dissipating in the sky.

"Seems like I don't."

Nie Jun staggered onto the Mysterious Sword. Just when Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, thought he was going to flee, he saw him transform into the light of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword and fiercely crash toward himself!

Whoosh—

Thunder and the sound of the wind howled together!

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, hurriedly dodged, only to see Nie Jun suddenly embrace him and forcefully press him toward the ground.

The Mysterious Sword, carrying the thunder light, burst forth from below.

Piercing through both their bodies together.

Two figures plunged into the creek with a splash, brawling fist to flesh.

"You're really sick."

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, landed a punch on Nie Jun's face. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the other party rush over like a mad dog, biting fiercely at the edge of his bloody mouth.

Chrrr!

A gash appeared on the corner of Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor's mouth, making his face several times more ferocious than before.

"Ptui."

Nie Jun spit out a few sharp teeth and took another punch to the face.

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, yanked out the Mysterious Sword that had pierced through him and, with a puff, chopped it into Nie Jun's shoulder, embedding it into his abdomen, nearly splitting him in two.

Then, he glared at the mad dog that was biting his neck and wouldn't let go: "Get off!"

He released the hilt of the sword and kicked him weakly, sending him flying to the other side of the creek: "You call yourself a cultivator?"

"None of your damn business."

Nie Jun, with a dazed expression, soaked in the creek water, gasped a few breaths, then stood up again. Before he could take two steps, he tumbled down once more.

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, took a deep breath, preparing to walk over to him, but he noticed that although Nie Jun was clearly downstream, why was blood mixed with creek water flowing past his feet?

He instinctively turned around to look.

He saw at the other end of the creek, a young man with a straight figure standing with his hands dangling.

The obviously oversized black robe was lifted by the mountain wind. He was even too lazy to wear his clothes properly, leaving them open and revealing an upper body with muddled flesh and muscles scarred with terrifying cuts.

The moment he saw that Nanyang vestment robe.

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor's face twitched, and he realized something was wrong, there had been trouble.

How could this be?

That bunch of beasts, wearing the best vestment robes, wielding various precious tools, and even under the watchful eye of the old dog, ended up losing?

If they had lost that would be one thing.

This young man seemed gravely injured, but the contempt on his face didn't seem fake, completely disregarding him.

Clearly, he was fully confident.

Finally, he waited for the other party to speak.

"Get lost."

The voice wasn't loud, but to Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, it was deafening.

Immediately after, he watched Shen Yi walk toward himself.

Tap, tap, tap.

In the quiet atmosphere, the sound of the creek being splashed was a bit grating.

The black-robed young man passed by Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, unhurriedly and without sparing him a glance, walked up to Nie Jun and casually picked him up by his clothes.

Only at this moment.

Shen Yi finally looked back, casting a fleeting glance at Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor.

"..."

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, tentatively arched its back.

At the same time, a streak of crimson, like ink, oozed into the clear pond, spreading across the sky at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it spread out over more than five hundred yards.

It was suddenly covered by the gazes of nine pairs of eyes, as Immortal Demons tumbled in the sea of blood, bringing towering killing intent.

Besides that, two towering stone statues seemed to come to life, looking indifferently in its direction as well.

"Huff."

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, glanced at the few remaining talismans on its body.

Add to that the young man's black robe that fluttered slightly.

It finally felt the urge to retreat.

No matter what, it had to go back to the Thousand Demon Cave to ask about the situation.

He didn't leave any words behind.

The Shen Feng Demon Emperor turned around and streaked away into the distance!

Until its figure completely vanished from sight.

The Dao Palace in the sky swiftly faded away.

Shen Yi felt a stifling sensation in his chest, as the Dao Infant's Five Organs all began to twitch, and golden patterns emerged on his chest, spreading all over his body.

In his sea of consciousness, the two Town Stones that had been ready to strike finally couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

If the Shen Feng Demon Emperor had shown the slightest sign of movement just now, they would have intervened to hold it back, giving their master a chance to leave this place.

The Golden Winged Ferocious Tiger appeared and hurriedly supported Shen Yi's body, using its golden wings to shield him.

"Imperial Demon Gold Arrow?"

Nie Jun opened his eyes groggily and looked toward the golden patterns on Shen Yi's body.

Without a word of nonsense,

he immediately began to manipulate a spell, and as he moved, the golden patterns that spread across the body slowly gathered together.

Nie Jun's palms trembled violently.

Once again forcibly channeling his energy caused his eyes to darken considerably.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

He intermittently performed the ninth spell, and the golden radiance finally slowly drifted out from Shen Yi's chest, recondensing into a golden arrow.

Seeing this, Nie Jun simply and decisively passed out.

"..."

There was an unexpected windfall.

Shen Yi casually collected the Imperial Demon Gold Arrow into his Storage Treasure, and then began to consume Demon Cores in great gulps.

Although the Dao Infant's Five Organs were still damaged under the golden light, at least they were barely operable now.

He called forth the white horse once again, tossing Nie Jun onto its back.

Shen Yi then mounted the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor, lying on its back, and his taut body finally completely relaxed.

Golden and white lights crisscrossed, streaking straight toward the direction of Great Qian.

...

Outside the grand hall deep in the Thousand Demon Cave.

The Shen Feng Demon Emperor sped along the way and had just reached outside the hall when his footsteps hesitated slightly.

He saw two severely wounded Great Demon Emperors currently kneeling at the entrance of the hall, with the Great Horned Demon Emperor standing by the side, so cautious that he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

And that old dog, which had finally managed to untie its knot and came out to lie on the stone steps from the grand hall, had now returned to the hall again.

For someone with its cultivation, this short distance of a few steps couldn't change anything.

The old dog's behavior could only prove that it had become alert once more.

Even through the doors of the hall, the Shen Feng Demon Emperor could smell that rich scent of murderous intent. As the Demon Emperor of the second cave, it had personally witnessed the terrifying slaughter carried out by the vigilant old dog in the past.

Everyone even slightly associated with the Nanyang Sect's cultivators, on the way there, not even a chicken or dog was spared.

From qi-training cultivators about to enter the Sect to newborn infants, and even the nurtured spirit beasts, they were all devoured without a trace.

Beyond that,

the second time it took action was when Wutong Mountain wanted to use the name of the Nanyang Sect.

It fought and cut down three Return to Void cultivators in a single battle.

It collected almost all of the items that protected the palaces, nearly severing the human cultivator's lineage completely.

"Come in."

The old dog's voice slowly drifted out.

The Shen Feng Demon Emperor trembled but did not dare hesitate, and stepped straight into the grand hall.

"Where have you been?"

The black-backed old dog lay lazily on a cushion and asked casually.

Respectfully, the Shen Feng Demon Emperor said, "To report to the cave master, Shen Feng was entangled by Nie Jun, battling fiercely with him. Just as he was about to slay him, a young man wearing the vestment robe of a Nanyang elder arrived. The two joined forces, repelled Shen Feng, and then used an escape technique to flee."

In the midst of speaking, it furtively glanced toward the front of the old dog, where beneath the shadow of the colossal ancestral statue, a figure was vaguely visible.

"..."

The old dog slightly lifted its eyelids, looking at the talisman on the Shen Feng Demon Emperor.

With an indifferent retraction of its gaze,

The Shen Feng Demon Emperor waited a while and then leaned forward, "If the cave master has no further orders, Shen Feng will return to garrison his dwelling."

Upon hearing this, the old dog suddenly smiled, "Is there still any need for that?"

A human cultivator blithely entered the Thousand Demon Cave, wandering to and fro among the various treasured places.

The things that should be lost are probably about gone already.

The old dog slowly stood up, looking back at the ancestral statue. It picked up three incense sticks with its mouth and conscientiously inserted them into the incense burner.