I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The Blood Demon Ancestor simply committed suicide and turned into a pool of blood.

But Yan Xiu never looked at him from beginning to end, just savoured the fragrant tea carefully.

Because he knew that no matter how hard the Blood Demon Ancestor struggled, it would be of no avail and there was absolutely no way he could escape from his hands.

Yan Xiu walked to the island and gently placed the teacup in his hand on the table of a tea stall.

"Uncle, your tea is really good. Please prepare a few cakes for me. I will come back later to get it."

After saying this, he took out a silver ingot from his arms and placed it on the table.

Seeing this, the old man at the tea stall hurriedly stopped him and said, "Mr. Yan, you can't do that. You cured my son's lung disease that he had suffered from years of hard work. Let alone a few cakes of tea, even if you take my life, I will have no complaints."

Yan Xiu chuckled, reminded him a few times to remember to take medicine on time, then walked slowly towards the beach with his hands behind his back.

Inside the tea stall, a child, about five or six years old, who had just recovered from a serious illness, looked at Yan Xiu's back, his eyes full of admiration and worship.

"Father, Brother Yan said he came from the Yuan Dynasty. What place is that?"

Faced with his son's doubts, the old man at the tea stall shook his head.

Not to mention Da Yuan, he has left this island only a few times since he was born, let alone knowing how big the world outside is.

"Father doesn't know either. If you want to know, go ask Mr. Yan yourself in the future."

The child nodded heavily, his eyes full of hope.

"When I grow up, I will also practice martial arts and become a master like Brother Yan!"

...

...

The Wave-Taking Sect.

This sect is a not-too-small sect under the Thousand Islands Sea Alliance and has never had much of a presence.

The person with the highest level of cultivation in the sect is only the headmaster who has just entered the Tiangang realm.

At this moment, the entire Talang Sect was filled with blood, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

The headmaster Zhuang Kuo was covered in blood, kneeling in the gloomy and dark hall with a numb expression.

In front of him was a large vat, with blood constantly bubbling inside.

After an unknown amount of time, a blood-red figure emerged from the sticky blood.

After just a few breaths, the Blood Demon Ancestor walked out.

"Young man, this time I want to see how you can find me."

The Blood Demon Ancestor showed disdain.

He had already made sure that he had cut off all contact with his predecessor, and Yan Xiu would definitely not be able to catch up with him.

He walked out of the dark hall and came to the gate of the Talang Sect.

Looking at the corpses of the disciples of the Talang Sect scattered all over the ground, the Blood Demon Patriarch sighed.

"What a pity! This sect has consumed a lot of my energy."

He was not mourning for the disciples of the Talang Sect, but was just regretting that the price he paid was really too high.

The Blood Demon Patriarch took a step forward several dozen feet and was about to leave this place when his pupils suddenly shrank.

Not far ahead, Yan Xiu was staring at the Blood Demon Ancestor with cold eyes, his green shirt rustling in the wind.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was horrified the moment he saw Yan Xiu.

His first thought was whether he had missed something key, rather than some other reason, which allowed Yan Xiu to catch up with him again.

"Young man, you do have some skills."

The Blood Demon Ancestor calmed down his slightly panicked mood and spoke in a low voice.

Yan Xiu did not say anything, but just took action to kill the newly resurrected Blood Demon Ancestor again.

...

Somewhere in a cold and damp rainforest, the Blood Demon Ancestor who had just emerged only glimpsed a flash of purple light, and the next moment his consciousness instantly disappeared.

...

In a primitive tribe three thousand miles away, the figure of the Blood Demon Ancestor had just taken shape for a moment before it was instantly blown into a bloody mist.

...

In a certain dynasty's palace, the emperor's face suddenly changed into that of the Blood Demon Ancestor, shocking countless ministers.

But the next moment, a divine thunder from the nine heavens struck a huge hole in the golden ceiling of the hall and blasted the Blood Demon Ancestor on the dragon throne into pieces.

...

As time passed, the Blood Demon Ancestor was reborn again and again.

But each rebirth lasted no more than a quarter of an hour, and Yan Xiu would appear before him and kill him without saying a word.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's originally calm mentality gradually collapsed.

No matter how fast he was reborn or how far away he was, it seemed that he could not escape the fate of death.

The Blood Demon Ancestor felt that Yan Xiu knew every one of his hiding places and was lying in wait, waiting to kill him with thundering means if he showed up.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but with the cautiousness of the Blood Demon Ancestor, he left himself no less than hundreds of rebirth places.

But as Yan Xiu ruthlessly killed the Blood Demon Ancestor time and time again, the places where he could be reborn began to decrease rapidly.

At this moment, he felt cold all over and his mind was filled with endless fear.

...

Late at night, somewhere in the deep mountains and dense forests.

A golden light flashed, and Yan Xiu's figure appeared here.

He put his hands behind his back, his clothes sparkling with brilliant light, isolating the invading miasma within three feet.

Yan Xiu came to a pile of rotten and smelly dead leaves and spoke softly.

"How do you want me to invite you out?"

As soon as the words fell, the thick pile of dead leaves began to tremble, and a dishevelled figure crawled out from it.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's entire body was surrounded by a faint blood aura, and his body had obviously not yet taken shape.

His eyes were now filled with despair and fear, no longer the arrogant look he had before.

Let’s not talk about how Yan Xiu found so many places for his rebirth.

He was just killed by him, but he found the next location just a moment later, which really made the Blood Demon Ancestor terrified.

"Dao Zun, what do you want?"

After the Blood Demon Ancestor took shape, his low voice was filled with fear that was hard to conceal.

"If you want to kill me, you can just do it directly. I, the Blood Demon Ancestor, was a hero in the past. How can I bear such a great humiliation!"

Yan Xiu showed an expression of a cat playing with a mouse, and smiled faintly: "Since you can't bear the humiliation, why don't you end your life?"

Yan Xiu's action was naturally a joke, but it also gave him a taste of his own power.

The expression on the Blood Demon Ancestor's face kept changing, and suddenly he raised his head and spoke.

"Dao Zun, as long as you spare my life, I will agree to any request you make!"

At this time, he no longer had the demeanor of a great being in the realm of creation, and only hoped to survive.

If you have lost your life, all the talk is just empty talk.

Yan Xiu shook his head upon hearing this, sneered and said sarcastically: "It seems that the immortal body in Mo Hai's legend is just like this..."

As he spoke, purple arcs of lightning jumped from Yan Xiu's fingertips and struck the Blood Demon Ancestor on the head.

Yan Xiu's sudden action made the Blood Demon Ancestor's soul frightened.

He didn't care about his severely injured body, and frantically squeezed the internal energy in his body, trying to resist Yan Xiu's attack.

Even in his prime, the Blood Demon Ancestor was no match for Yan Xiu.

What's more, after being reborn a hundred times, his strength is less than one-tenth of what it was before, and it is impossible for him to resist it.

Tsk-!

Suddenly, a sound like silk tearing came into the Blood Demon Ancestor's ears, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder had spread throughout his body.

“If you kill me, Lawrence Lu of the Holy Sky Island will never let you go!”

The Blood Demon Ancestor roared.

But the next moment, his body was instantly torn into pieces by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.