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Qinghe Town, barren mountain.

Suddenly it began to rain heavily. Red blood washed away the sand and mud on the ground, and the rain was hazy.

The giant baby was forced to the barren mountain, and its hands and feet were chopped off, leaving them bare, and the severed sections were filled with dark blood.

Black blood mixed with red rain and sand, gravel and mud, forming several winding and thin rivers around it.

It really underestimated Qi Han's strength. Although Qi Hanzhi seemed to be a monk in the Transformation Stage, he was actually a monk in the Mahayana stage.

In today's world of cultivation, there are only a handful of practitioners in the Mahayana period. Except for the bad old man who was unable to suddenly realize the Taoist heart, there are predecessors who have become immortals.

This was the first time for him to see such a young Mahayana practitioner.

"Aren't you a monk?" When the giant infant's head was cut off and rolled to the ground, he asked Qi Hanzhi with his mouth full of blood.

Qi Hanzhi's eyes were covered with ice, and his face was frighteningly cold. He looked down at the dirty and huge head on the ground, lowered his hand with his sword, and pointed it at the giant infant's Tianling cover.

Hearing this, he laughed softly and said: "You guessed it right, guess again, if you still guess it right, I will give you a reward."

The giant baby's head was dripping in a pool of black blood. It guessed correctly. It chuckled and said, "Then you are a dragon."

If you are not a monk, then only the Dragon Clan can have such a terrifying cultivation speed.

The sound of rain became heavier and heavier, and thunder and lightning were hidden in the clouds and suddenly appeared.

Qi Hanzhi tilted his head, the smile on his lips became thicker and gloomier, and the tip of the sword slid all the way down from the Tianling Cap, "Yes, I am a dragon."

The giant baby smiled proudly.

No matter how powerful Qi Hanzhi is, he is just a down-and-out dragon who even has to hide his identity as a dragon.

But it didn't want to die, so it could only pray for mercy from the dragon in front of him. He concealed his disdain and said again: "I guessed it right, what about the reward?"

"Reward? The best reward is to send you to hell and never climb back out."

The tip of the sword touched the tip of the giant baby's nose, and the cold air surrounding the sword hit his eyes on both sides.

The next second, the sharp sword tip stirred.

Its two dark green eyes were picked out and smashed with a sword, causing black blood to flow out.

The giant baby screamed miserably. It could cut off its arms and legs, or even its entire body, but it could never lose these eyes.

This is its destiny.

It originally thought that Qi Hanzhi would stab it in the heart if he wanted to kill it, but it didn't expect that Qi Hanzhi, as a dragon, knew his weaknesses.

Without its eyes, its body quickly shrank back to the size of a normal baby.

Soon, small black bugs scrambled out of his eye sockets, biting the flesh of the tarsal bones, and crawled all over the baby's body.

Disgusting.

Qi Hanzhi waved a sword energy.

The frost froze the stumps on the ground and the broken Tianling Cap. The biting insects were frozen and turned into fine snow.

He turned around and teleported to Qinghe Town, where frost and snow filled the air.

The frost was mixed with spiritual power and fell on the monster.The monster howled in pain and soon turned into a puddle of black water.

The blood rain stopped and the evil spirit was completely eliminated.

Qi Hanzhi turned back to the village girl's house. When he saw no one was there, he looked for Xie Xingchen's scent and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was in dilapidated condition and there were traces of fighting.

His snow-white boots stepped in.

When he came out again, his snow-white boots were stained with blood.

The tip of the sword hung diagonally and scratched the floor, leaving streaks of blood. The sound of the sword tip grinding against the ground was particularly harsh.

Qi Hanzhi lowered his eyes, the palm of his hand holding the blade of the sword was bleeding and dazzling.

Relying on the pain in his hands, he managed to regain some sense and not go crazy on the spot.

He gripped the sword tightly, and blood continued to flow down the concave grooves of the sword.The sword sucked the blood of its master and glowed red.

"Chang Immortal? Why are you here? Your hands are bleeding so much..."

The mayor of Qinghe Town appeared in front of Qi Han and was horrified to see him holding a sword in his hand, bleeding profusely.

Qi Hanzhi raised his eyes, his eyes scarlet red.

The next second, Qi Hanzhi grabbed the mayor's neck, lifted him up, and hung him in the air.

He was in a very bad mood at this time, with dragon scales spread on his temples, and with a gloomy voice, he asked, "Where did Xie Xingchen go?"

The mayor of Qinghe Town was pinched by the throat and found it difficult to breathe. He struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Chief Immortal, you mean Mr. Xie? He said he went to the Demon Realm and asked you to find him in the Demon Realm."

Upon hearing Xie Xingchen's whereabouts, Qi Han's hand strength weakened, he released his grip on the neck of the mayor of Qinghe Town, and sneered: "Did he say anything else?"

Xie Xingchen was so bold that he dared to ignore his words and go to the Demon Realm.

The master-disciple contract cannot be used between special places such as the demon world, ghost world, demon world, etc., and has no effect.

No wonder he couldn't find anyone.

The mayor of Qinghe Town was let go and fell on the snow, with muddy tears in his old eyes, "No, Xie Xianchang only left this sentence."

After saying that, he asked Qi Hanzhi fearfully: "Chief Immortal, are all the demons in this town wiped out?"

"No."

Qi Hanzhi said coldly that he was in a very bad mood and wanted to kill someone.

Disappointment flashed in the eyes of the mayor. He licked his dry mouth and asked tentatively: "Chief Immortal, I think this demon has disappeared. Is there any demon that has slipped through the net?"

Those demons were not eradicated. It seems that this Immortal Qi is not very good either.

Qi Hanzhi held the sword across his saggy neck and said with a cold face: "It's just you, and this demon will be wiped out."

A sword struck his neck, and the blade was cold. The mayor's hands trembled with fear, and his skeleton-like body also trembled. "Chief Immortal, what are you talking about? You can't talk nonsense."

"One day, the demons occupied Qinghe Town and killed all the villagers here. However, the villagers were protected by the patron saint of this place, and the patron saint showed mercy and turned the villagers into demons to fight back against the demons."

"You are a bunch of trash. You can't defeat the demonized villagers, so you place your hopes on the various sects of cultivation, hoping to use their help to kill people."

"I didn't expect that the venerable sects of the various sects would just sit back and watch, so you focused your thoughts on my disciples."

"My disciple has sufficient cultivation, but his qualifications are low and he is easily deceived and easy to control."

"Are you right?"

The truth is revealed bit by bit.

The mayor could no longer suppress his demonic identity, so he tore off the loose human skin on his body to reveal his true colors.

It rushed towards Qi Hanzhi, jumped up, and grabbed Qi Hanzhi's shoulder with its sharp claws.

The claws are extremely poisonous, and when touched, the whole body will fester and turn into rotten flesh.

Unexpectedly, his claws were cut off by the Frost Sword before he could touch Qi Hanzhi's monk uniform.

The Frost Sword sucked the blood of its master and became more powerful. He pierced the monster with one sword.

Immediately, countless amounts of frost and snow covered the monster's body. The monster froze and shattered into pitiful ice cubes lying on the snow.

Qi Hanzhi sheathed his sword and stepped on its broken corpse mercilessly. The blade of the sword, trailing blood, fell to the snow like plum blossoms.

His fingers were on the edge of the sword, and his blood was red.