Kryptonian fate deduction, invincibility starts from killing monsters

After the first encounter with the Black蛟 King, Shen Lin noticed something was wrong.

Originally, he thought that the Black蛟 King was at least a Stellar Realm existence.

Even if he was not as strong as Tuo Yuan, he would still be a bit troublesome.

He even thought he might have to use the Thunder Pool to defeat him.

However, as the battle continued, and his saber strikes collided with the opponent, the doubts in Shen Lin's heart grew stronger.

This guy...

He's just like a puppet.

Facing his attacks, he only knows how to strike with a claw in a rigid, unchanging manner.

There are no variations, nor does he use his deep demonic power to unleash martial techniques.

Shen Lin could feel that every time the opponent swung his claws, a lot of demonic power was being wasted meaninglessly.

The dark clouds in the sky, the intimidating pressure.

They are actually meaningless.

In battles between martial artists, especially those of the same realm.

Every bit of spiritual power is precious.

The opponent uses spiritual power to unleash martial techniques to chop at you.

But you are using spiritual power to create cool special effects.

You will only die faster.

The Black蛟 King in front of him was making this mistake.

Was he imprisoned until he became foolish?

Harboring doubts, Shen Lin did not immediately unleash the killer move, Thunder Pool.

He didn't even use the Rolling Cloud Saber Technique.

He was just striking out with his saber, building momentum, wanting to test the opponent with the Divine Thunder Eight Slashes.

But unexpectedly, with each expansion, the opponent wasted demonic power even faster.

Now, it seemed that even the eighth slash of the Divine Thunder Eight Slashes could not be blocked.

Rumble!

The power of thunder exploded, and the dark clouds in the sky were dispelled.

A thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky, cooperating with the eighth slash of the Divine Thunder Eight Slashes, and fiercely landed on the Black蛟 King's body.

The pitch-black claws were chopped off, and the thunder saber directly cut through half of the Black蛟 King's body.

The wound was charred black, and the demonic power dissipated.

Its red eyes lost their luster, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

Boom!

[Killed an Enlightened Black蛟, Primordial Realm Perfection, lifespan of 10,000 years, remaining lifespan of 5,000 years, absorption complete.]

Until the system's notification sounded, Shen Lin was a little unable to believe it.

This Black蛟 King, who looked so mighty and imposing.

Was actually killed by him just like that?

Shrugging his shoulders speechlessly, he was just about to turn around and find Yan Zehong to settle the score.

But he discovered that a figure rushed to the Black蛟 King's fallen body at an extremely fast speed.

It was Yan Zehong.

His face was excited, his goal clear, rushing towards a special scale on the Black蛟 King's body.

With a snap.

He used his long sword to pry the scale off.

On its back, was engraved a peculiar painting.

A quarter of the picture.

Was countless oddly shaped demons kneeling on the ground, seemingly in prayer.

And the remaining part was occupied by a behemoth.

That thing was hidden in the clouds, and the few parts exposed outside had sharp claws and dense scales.

It seemed...

To be a dragon?

For some reason, even though that thing was hidden in the clouds.

A hard to describe feeling of dread would arise at first glance.

Yan Zehong felt that sense of dread, but instead revealed a hint of wild joy on his face.

"That's it! This is it!"

"I understand! I understand everything!!"

"Hahaha, so that's how it is, everything here is..."

"What did you understand?"

His frantic words were interrupted by a doubtful voice.

Shen Lin had already appeared beside him at some point.

Yan Zehong's frantic laughter came to an abrupt halt.

He did not take any action towards the suddenly approaching Shen Lin.

Instead, he widened his eyes and looked at the painting even more intently.

The strange behavior made Shen Lin even more curious.

"It seems that you released this guy just for this scale?"

"I'm very curious, what exactly is so important about this thing?"

"You are already in a dire situation, even if you get this thing, what use will it be?"

Hoo ~

Yan Zehong let out a long breath and smiled: "What is recorded on this thing is the truth of the world!"

"The truth of the world?"

Shen Lin shrugged and smiled: "So, you think that if you hear the Dao in the morning, you can die content in the evening?"

"No, no, no!"

Yan Zehong shook his head in denial.

"I am not willing to die now. The world is so big, I want to see it."

Hearing these words, Shen Lin's expression changed.

"Do you think you have a chance to escape from my hands?"

Yan Zehong did not speak, and shook his head with a smile.

"Whether I escape or not, it doesn't matter anymore."

As he spoke, he took out a beast skin scroll from his body and threw it to Shen Lin.

"This is the incomplete cultivation technique that I translated and deduced, although it is still an incomplete part."

"It would be a pity to destroy it here."

"You are very smart, if you can see something from it, perhaps I will have one more like-minded person in the future."

His words were unrestrained, but it was not the kind of feeling that he had seen through life and death.

It was more like, an indifference.

Shen Lin was not in a hurry to open the beast skin scroll, but seemed to have thought of something.

He kept looking up and down at Yan Zehong.

But before he could see anything, Yan Zehong smiled and waved his hand at him.

"In the future, if fate allows..."

Swish!

Before he could finish speaking, a cold light flashed, and the Rolling Cloud Saber in Shen Lin's hand had already slashed across the opponent's neck.

Yan Zehong's head rolled down, and after rolling a few times on the ground, he said the last word.

"Meet!"

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly turned into a pool of black liquid, collapsing with a swoosh.

Then, it visibly dried up.

In the end, only a pile of black, withered powder was left in place.

"He, is he... dead?"

Liu Jing caught up from behind, and asked in confusion when she saw this scene.

Shen Lin shook his head.

"We were played."

Confirming that there was no system notification sound in his mind, Shen Lin sighed helplessly:

"Although this guy's main body appeared here, it seems that he left other means behind."

"Even if we kill this body, we can't kill him."

......

Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, Qingqiu Clan territory.

Qingqiu Wan'er pouted and sat in the study, boredly fiddling with a black Tai Sui.

The body of that Tai Sui trembled, and when Wan'er poked it, it would flow in another direction.

Then, it would touch Wan'er's finger again.

Constantly flowing left and right.

Just then, the black Tai Sui suddenly trembled.

His originally trembling body suddenly froze for some reason, maintaining that state.

Qingqiu Wan'er was stunned when she saw this scene.

This was the first time that the Tai Sui, which her father had entrusted to her to take good care of, had undergone such a change.

Immediately afterwards, the Tai Sui returned to its original state.

A weak voice came from within.

"Wan'er..."

"Go get me some essence blood of human martial artists, and boil it with thousand-year snow ginseng into a soup..."

"Then pour it on my body."

Hearing this voice, Qingqiu Wan'er widened her eyes and looked at the Tai Sui in disbelief.

"Dad????"