Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons

Chapter 457 The limelight belongs only to Sect Master Shen (5K)

　　　【In the 34th thousand years, the resentment of many demons and demons has almost collapsed, leaving only a few with dull expressions, just like you, sitting still like wooden figures】

 Obviously, there is not enough time.

Shen Yi put her hands on the ground and gasped for air, showing a rare embarrassment.

After losing the emotional support of Li Xuanqing, he forced to deduce this Tianyan Forty-Nine, which actually caused his soul to suffer unimaginable damage.

 And it’s not just Shen Yi herself.

Including the many demon souls who accompanied him along the way, they all almost disappeared and disintegrated. Even the dragon-headed general who returned to the sixth level of virtual reality was lost in the Tianyan Forty-Nine.

 Not enough.

 Shen Yi wiped the corners of her lips and raised her eyes.

 We must invite another truly talented demon to come in.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the sword robes they wore looked sharp compared to the clothing of other alliance sects.

The three of them were looking behind them curiously, but they didn't notice that Ye Wenxuan's expression suddenly changed.

Even if a certain elder Bai Yujing had the intention, it would be inconvenient for the Qingyue Sect to come forward and really make some discordant actions with the Tianjian Sect.

 “What are you in a hurry for?”

Such a battle is not considered weak anywhere.

 How many people have come, how can I help now?

The incident with the Golden Firebird last time has already proved this point.

Ye Wenxuan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said: "Thank you, Senior Zheng, for your kindness, but I may not die without Tianjian Sect. If I am really involved in this matter..."

She raised her head and looked at the three figures next to her. Although their cultivation was much better than hers, except for the senior Zheng Qian whom she met earlier, none of the remaining men and one woman seemed to have crossed the dividing line.

 “Are we really going?”

 But in front of the errands recorded in the jade slips, it seems a bit unsatisfactory.

 Shen Yi tapped her chin and stepped onto the treasure ship.

Zheng Qian interrupted her words and looked into the distance: "The big troops haven't arrived yet."

“Sect Master Shen, how are the preparations going? We are waiting for you at Tianjian Sect. How many people have come? Do you need to pick them up?”

　　　…”

 The sluggish spirit finally regained some of its energy.

He sat there for three days and nights.

 There must be some mystery in it.

 These three people were able to come because they had a personal relationship with Shen Yi.

 He stood up and took out the Taoist sign, and news from Liu Qianyun came from it.

Zheng Qian suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he thought about the "large army" he had mentioned before. He glanced back at Ye Wenxuan and saw the strange look on the other party's face. He couldn't help but introduced: "What are you doing in a daze without being polite? This is Nanyang metropolitan."

 Otherwise, my mind may have collapsed even before the skill is fully completed.

 However, there are still people who are studying the so-called fist method.

Liu Qianyun said nothing and looked at Yan Wencheng next to her.

"if not."

 “See Zongzhu Shen.”

　　　…”

 …

Shen Yi sat up, intending to take a short rest and experience the new technique he had just started.

I do not know how long it has been.

 【Remaining demon life span: 115,000 years】

 A familiar purple and white rainbow finally appeared in the sky.

 This may be the last time she lives here.

 Shen Yi put away the sign.

"Um?"

 On the relief outside Tianjian Sect.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, opened the formation, and rushed out.

Zheng Qian and the others bowed their hands and raised their eyebrows: "No? Are you the only one?"

Ye Wenxuan stood on the Qing Yuezong treasure ship, staring at the sword relief in a daze: "..."

 At the level of returning to the void, moving mountains and filling seas is just a small undertaking.

With Shen Yi's careful mind, since he dared to agree, he must have considered it.

Ye Wenxuan swallowed her throat and stared blankly at Shen Yi's handsome face.

 Why is there such a big gap?

His identity as a deacon was recognized by the elder Jinkou Yuling, but the other party's so-called sect leader's identity was self-proclaimed.

 As a result, no one regarded Ye as a deacon.

On the contrary, these powerful monks who have returned to the Void Realm can actually call him Sect Master Shen in front of so many people with sincerity.

If you were the one who started the grand formation in the first place...

The person who is respected now is Sect Leader Ye.

 “Look at you, you look like you’re calling someone.”

Zheng Qian rolled his eyes and poked her between the eyebrows with his fingertips.

Shen Yi glanced sideways and shook her head: "This is an old acquaintance, don't make those false moves."

 After saying that, he nodded towards Ye Wenxuan: "Sit down and let's talk about the situation."

Although the other party's behavior when she first left Nanyang Sect was really unpleasant to people, in any case, she gave Nanyang Treasure Land a very cherished development time.

 This is an indelible kindness to the living beings who have survived to this day, including him, Shen Yi.

"I…"

 Ye Wenxuan took two steps back and sat down uneasily.

 Actually, she really didn’t expect it.

 The help that these seniors of the Alliance Sect were waiting for turned out to be Shen Yi.

What she didn't expect was that the other party's attitude was actually quite mild, and he didn't use any excuse to get angry at her because of the previous incident.

"I don't know too well...I've been doing some chores in the deacon hall...for you."

Ye Wenxuan originally thought that if one day she rose in status, she would impress those in the Nanyang Sect and let them know what the right choice was.

 That’s why I was in a daze because of embarrassment before.

 But she suddenly found that it was not so difficult to admit that she had become a handyman.

With that said, Ye Wenxuan handed over the jade slip.

 “Why is it called counter-insurgency?”

Shen Yi took the jade slip and glanced at it. She found that the content inside was a bit too simple, and then handed the jade slip to the others.

“Actually, it’s normal. This is not the responsibility of the deacons. Usually, it is the outer elders who are in charge.”

Zheng Qian continued: "By leaving this matter to her, the Tianjian Sect actually made it clear that they wanted her to get out."

 It was an old acquaintance of Shen Yi that made her realize that Ye Wenxuan was actually a native of Nanyang.

 In this case, I can say a few more words.

"You didn't quite understand when you first came out. In fact, the jurisdiction of the Seven Sons of Nanhong is not limited to the seven alliance sects. The reason is that it is the Hedao Treasure Land."

“It is definitely not the right way to sit and eat in the mountains. If any accident occurs in the seven Hedao treasure places, missing one is equivalent to missing a giant in the Hedao realm...such as Nanyang Sect."

"So we have been working hard to cultivate other forces. We do not bring them into the treasure land, but allow them to develop territories outside. Many of the former supporters of Nanyang Sect now have Bai Yujing monks as their commanders. of great power.”

"certainly…"

Zheng Qian smiled awkwardly: "They may not listen to you now."

That group of supporters nominally belonged to the Nanyang Sect, but in fact, within the past 100,000 years, they had long been taken over by other allied sects.

What's more, Shen Yi's position as "sect master" seems to be recognized by only a few people at present.

"Let's talk about it again. These vassals of the Seven Sons of Nanhong rarely have any problems. Some of them have a rudimentary form and are directly managed by the elders. For example, the Chen family, the head of the family is a strong man at the fifth level of Void Return. But it seems to have fallen off recently.”

“This year’s filial piety has not been handed in yet, and I haven’t said anything yet. This is considered a betrayal.”

 Zheng Qian was not embarrassed at all when talking about the word filial piety.

 In Nanhong, there are many forces that want to surrender but are not qualified.

 The Seven Sects will almost always protect those forces that have been cultivated by one hand, to prevent the demons from getting involved in the troubled waters.

“You have to go and see the specific situation to know the specific situation.”

"But I have to remind you that this matter represents the face of the Seven Sects. If the situation is not right, we should try not to intervene. It is better not to do anything than to make a mistake."

"Understood."

 Shen Yi felt like she was dreaming of returning to Baiyun County.

　　How can I go around in circles and finally start to collect my share of money? I am now in my old profession.

 …

 Nanhong, Chen family.

 In the majestic main hall, there is an empty coffin.

There were people from the tribe standing around, all wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning.

They gathered around a young man with a withered face, silently looking out the door.

 Only saw outside the palace.

A straight figure stood with hands behind his back. His face was somewhat similar to that of the withered young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were shining brightly. The jade trees stood in the wind, and his appearance was chic and suave.

 “Dad’s coffin hasn’t been buried yet, are you so anxious?”

The withered young man was the eldest son of the Chen family. There was a fierce look in his eyes, his palms opened and closed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was vaguely rioting.

 The patriarch died, and it was not until the funeral was held that he came to the throne. However, his brother had blocked the empty coffin in the main hall for a whole month.

The losses were heavy. Seven of the clan elders on the fourth level of Void Return alone were seriously injured, and two of them died because the other party's ruthless attacks made them useless.

 “Do I look anxious?”

 The man outside finally turned around and smiled.

He took out a wine jar from the storage treasure, held the mouth of the jar, and raised it towards everyone: "This jar is a tribute to me, Chen Ziqi, who was kicked out of the Chen family by his brother and is still alive today."

 After saying that, the young man drank it all in one gulp.

Throwing the wine jar to the ground, he immediately stepped into the temple.

  Accompanied by a clicking sound.

　　Everybody who was wearing sackcloth and mourning took a step back together, with a bit of confusion in their eyes.

 Having a son like a dragon is supposed to be a good thing for the revitalization of the family.

 But the bad thing is that two dragons were born, and the sick dragon among them chose the most inappropriate time to come back to the house again.

 Chen Zilong was left standing alone in front of the coffin, with murderous intent on his haggard face.

　　"I would like to pay tribute to Chen Ziqi. Under such circumstances, he opened up territory for my Chen family and laid a huge territory. He should be the first to contribute."

 Chen Ziqi drank another jar of wine.

  He wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve.

He walked up to Chen Zilong unhurriedly, took out the last jar of wine and handed it over: "This jar, you respect me and admit that I am more suitable to be the leader of this clan than you."

 “Otherwise.”

 Chen Ziqi’s voice was gentle as he uttered the last word: “Death.”

 After saying that, he slowly let go.

Watching the wine jar fall, it was like a death knell.

To survive, Chen Zilong could only pick up the wine jar before it fell to the ground.

 For monks who have returned to the Void Realm, this is not a difficult task.

Many tribesmen wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety seemed to have seen the next scene. They all sighed and made gestures of cupping their hands.

If the patriarch is still alive, there may still be a chance.

 But the death of the other party is unclear, so the two of them can only rely on their own methods.

 Obviously, Chen Ziqi has already demonstrated his strength by being able to block many tribesmen in the hall for a month by himself.

 But what no one expected was.

 The sound of the wine jar breaking was heard in the main hall for the third time.

Chen Zilong looked at the wine splattering all over the ground indifferently, and then his eyes fell on his brother. He closed his eyes, hiding the murderous intention in his eyes, and said softly: "The Chen family doesn't want the place you brought down. How much strength do you have? The Chen family doesn’t care.”

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge. The Chen family's small temple cannot accommodate a big Buddha like yours."

"please."

 Chen Zilong said, slowly raising his palm, making a gesture of chasing away guests.

Seeing this response, Chen Ziqi was silent for a moment, and then a smile finally appeared on his lips: "You picked it yourself, don't blame me."

As he spoke, the long robe on his body did not move in the wind.

 “This coffin today is just the right place to bury you.”

In an instant, the rippling blue Dao Palace emerged from between his eyebrows, blocking the view outside the hall. It was four stories high and filled with two touches of aura.

 The two-story spiritual palace, even among the seven Nanhong sons, is close to the threshold of becoming a direct descendant.

“I only regret that I didn’t kill you with my own hands.”

Chen Zilong laughed at himself and suddenly clenched his palms. However, in front of his younger brother, no matter how ferocious his withered face was, it looked unconvincing.

 “Then I have to thank you.”

Chen Ziqi suddenly pinched the magic formula, but just halfway through, he frowned and looked back outside the hall.

 In the faint sound of footsteps.

The handsome-looking young man in black robes came slowly, followed by four monks with good temperament.

 He walked into the hall leisurely, ignoring everyone.

 Walked up to the brothers.

　　　…”

Chen Ziqi instinctively made way for him, and then watched helplessly as the young man passed him, walked up to the main seat, and sat down on the chair that the two brothers had been fighting for for many years.

Shen Yi patted the hem of his clothes lightly, leaned back on the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and glanced calmly below.

Immediately, his calm voice rang out in the hall: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

 Since he is collecting money from members, Shen Yi has quite a lot of experience.

　　　…”

 The other four people stood below and looked at each other quietly.

Zheng Qian looked away, raised his eyebrows, and said through the message: "Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He is more stable than your father."

Liu Qianyun’s eyes were also full of suspicion.

She has seen Shen Yi's gentle side, and also seen his murderous side, but she still didn't expect that he actually had a temperament that she couldn't guess.

“He used to be the head catcher of Baiyun County…the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou…the inspector of Daqian…the demon king of Thousand Demons Cave…”

Ye Wenxuan sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling like she was signing up for a dish.

 Including Yan Wencheng, the remaining three people fell silent at the same time.

Although I have never heard of these forces, this experience sounds really rich, especially the last one, which makes people feel a little confused.

 Is there really a person behind these names?

　　　…”

 Chen Ziqi stared at the man above him.

 I came back to regain my dignity, not to complain to Mr. Qingtian.

 What made him even more dissatisfied was.

 The monk who was on the third level of Void Return just now instinctively retreated.

Probably because the remaining few people were wearing Qingyue Sect robes.

The time dragged on for too long, and I was too complacent, so I still had to wait for the people from Nanhong Seventh Son.

 If you wait until you take over.

I don’t mind chatting with these “immortals”.

 But not today.

 The limelight in this palace can only belong to him.

“Sir, Qingyue Sect, this is a household matter for my Chen family. After the vessel is processed, I will double my tribute this year. We are all so tired from traveling and traveling, so please go and rest first.”

 Chen Ziqi raised his hands.

Even when facing the Nanhong Seventh Monk, his words were neither humble nor arrogant.

With his posture and the talents displayed by He Daogong, even the elders of the outer sect would inevitably think highly of him.

Zheng Qian, for example, nodded with satisfaction.

However, Shen Yi just glanced at him casually: "I didn't ask that, I let you tell me."

There was no irony in his voice.

But Chen Ziqi's face suddenly turned red. A small cultivator used his status to bully others.

If you are not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, with this level of cultivation, would you be able to point your finger at it? !

“Shangxian! Ziqi has finished taking care of the family affairs first, and then I’ll tell you about it.”

Chen Ziqi suddenly withdrew his palms, his eyes fell on his brother in front of him again, and his whole body suddenly became violent!

 The Taoist Palace with the vast blue sea almost simultaneously overflowed with a terrifying sense of oppression.

Even Zheng Qian’s expression changed slightly.

Such a small force located in a corner, with negligible resources, can actually have a monk who is on par with her.

 Such talent is enough to be proud of.

Thinking of this, she looked towards Shen Yi, wanting to see what the other party meant.

In this main hall, she and Shen Yi are probably the only ones who can stop Chen Ziqi, not even the old dog Shi Puppet.

However, Zongzhu Shen's attitude is too high, so it would be inappropriate to take action now. It would be a bit embarrassing if he got into a physical fight.

However, Shen Yi didn't seem to see her questioning eyes.

 Still leaning on the back of the chair.

 Suddenly, the place was silent for a moment, as if everything had stagnated.

 Wait until the moment returns to normal.

 Nearly everyone held their breath.

The ink shirt on the chair was still fluttering slightly, and the handsome young man's eyes did not even change.

 The only thing that is different from the previous one.

 Chen Ziqi was only half-kneeling on the ground, his whole chest collapsed.

 His mouth was filled with dark red plasma, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the heights in disbelief: "You...you..."

“Can we talk now?” Shen Yi raised her eyebrows and looked down.

"Why did the Immortal want to stand up for him...I don't understand..." Chen Ziqi's face was full of pain and resentment, and there was also a trace of fear. He had blood in his mouth and said unclearly: "When I was kicked out of my house, who would stand up for me? , who took care of me..."

"well."

Shen Yi's eyes finally showed some excitement. She pressed her palms and said calmly: "I didn't ask you to talk about this. I asked you to talk about the aura of the aquatic tribe on your body."

 “Now, can you start talking?”

His voice echoed in everyone's ears, but it made everyone's expressions change drastically.

Chen Ziqi stopped crying in anger, his expression was slightly stagnant, and then he stared at him fearfully.

 (End of this chapter)