Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 419 Death and Departure

The sword intent can restrain demon spirits, and with the added power of Li Changsheng's vast spiritual power that far exceeds the second level of the Dao foundation, before the sword light faded, the mighty sword intent suddenly pressed down like the sky falling.

Roar.
The demon souls that had not yet entered the great demon realm were immediately severely damaged by the impact of the sword intent, and let out bursts of wailing.

Although the leading demon spirits in the demon realm, the White Spirit Deer, the Golden-eyed Eagle, and the Black Evil Python, were not injured, they seemed to be trapped in a quagmire under the impact of the sword intent. They let out bursts of violent roars, their demonic energy burst out, and they struggled endlessly.

Yan Ling, who was hiding in the demon soul, knew that something bad was going to happen when he felt Li Changsheng's sword intent.

The demon soul is connected to the Lulin formation. Under normal circumstances, the demon soul is supported by the formation. Not only is its strength comparable to that of its body before death, but the refined demon soul is even more difficult to deal with than the demon beast to a certain extent.

However, means of attacking the soul like sword intent are most effective in restraining demon souls, and their strength is difficult to exert.

Yan Ling originally believed that he had three great demon souls in the demon realm that were not afraid of life and death, as well as many virtual demon souls. He used these to maneuver and let Li Changsheng know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

At that time, he will reveal the information of the other two true disciples of the Beast King Sect to divert the disaster.

But what he didn't expect was that Li Changsheng actually cultivated the sword intent.

A swordsman at the second level of the Dao Foundation was not someone he could resist, and it was even difficult for him to escape.

The sword cultivator was not only famous for his powerful attack, but also for his unique escape skills.

Looking up at the scarlet sea of swords covering the sky, Yan Ling felt powerless, "Is he really a Qingyang Sect trial disciple?"

And at this time.

The sky suddenly shone with a bright edge like the scorching sun, and the sound of swords resounded in all directions.

"cut!"

A cold and light shout was heard.

In an instant, Yan Ling felt as if the sky was falling.

boom.
The sword light that covered the sky and the sun surged down like a river in the sky. The three demon souls in the great demon realm that were hit first could only block it for a moment before they were submerged by the surging sword light. The demon souls behind them could not even block it, and under the impact of the sword light, they turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

"what!"

Looking at the mighty sword light coming towards him, Yan Ling's eyes were about to burst, he raised his head and roared, the deer-shaped Taoist foundation in his dantian exploded into powder, the magic power accumulated for decades burst out, and his dantian was instantly riddled with holes.

In the center of the vast magical power that was like fog and sand, a strange twisted rune that looked like a deer but was not a deer lit up. The vast magical power that was about to burst the dantian rolled back and poured into the rune, and a sound like a deer's cry rang out.

outside world.

Crystal clear blood stains like lead and mercury flowed from Yan Ling's seven orifices, and an aura far beyond the first level of Taoism emerged. His body slowly faded away, and an illusory beast shadow that looked like a horse but not a horse, and a deer but not a deer appeared in his place.

呦.
A loud beast roar rang out, but was immediately drowned out by the mighty sword light.

boom.
The earth trembled and roared continuously. The surging sword light covered an area of ten miles in radius and raged for dozens of breaths before slowly dissipating.

Shou Gui retracted his gaze and turned to look at the calm Li Changsheng. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Tsk, the sword cultivator is really fierce!"

Li Changsheng ignored its gaze, walked to where the sword light was raging, and waved his sleeves to brush it away.

A strong wind blew up, carrying the smoke and dust and turning it into a long dragon that flew away.

A huge pit appeared on the spot, which was more than ten feet deep and bumpy.

Li Changsheng swept his mind over, raised his arm slightly, and a palm condensed by magic power and with clear textures reached into somewhere in the pit.

Boom. Rubble flew everywhere, and a somewhat broken and lifeless corpse appeared.

After confirming that he was Yan Ling, Li Changsheng briefly searched the body, waved his hand to collect it, said farewell to the longevity ghost, and flew away on his escape beam.

When Yan Ling died.

The main peak of the Beast King Sect, the Worship Hall.

On a white jade stele in the center, a name called "Yan Ling" suddenly flashed a dazzling white light.

The old monk who was guarding the stone tablet sensed the unusual movement of the stone tablet, and quickly came to the front of the stone tablet. He saw the flashing light named "Yan Ling", his expression changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, transferring his magic power.

Wisps of light rose up, revealing a picture containing a fierce edge in the air.

"Sword cultivator!"

Feeling the fierce sword intent contained in the picture, the old monk frowned, and his magic power once again entered the name of "Yan Ling". A faint howl came from within, and strands of light overflowed and gathered in the air. The picture full of sharpness retreated, and as the word "behead" resounded through the palace, a tall, handsome young man with an indifferent look appeared.

At this moment, the name "Yan Ling" flickered for a moment, then dimmed, and the image in the air slowly turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

"Ugh"

The old monk withdrew his arm, sighed lightly, took out a blank jade slip, recorded the message passed by Yan Ling, and crushed it with force.

On the hillside of the main peak is the main hall of the sect leader.

Sitting on the stone chair at the top was a burly man with wild hair and beard. He had a frown on his face and looked a little ugly.

"This year's Qingyang candidate for the true successor position actually has a swordsman."

"Could he be the direct disciple of that madman Lan Caishen?"

The door of the hall opened silently.

A middle-aged man with an elegant face, like a Confucian scholar, walked in, looked at the big man in front of him, bowed and greeted him, then asked in confusion: "I wonder what the sect leader wants to see me for?"

The big man, Tang Yang, the leader of the Beast King Sect, waved his hand and transformed into a tall, handsome young man with an indifferent look. "Is he one of the Qingyang candidates who came to the Hundred Territories for the trial?"

Hearing his question, the elegant middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something and frowned. He did not rush to ask, but looked at the portrait carefully and compared it with the information he had learned in his mind.

After a while, a face that was slightly different from the portrait, but very similar in temperament and features, came into my mind.

He hesitated and said, "He should be one of the ten candidates for the Qingyang Sect who came to the Hundred Territories for the trial, Li Changsheng." He paused and said, "But according to the information I have gathered, his appearance is somewhat different from this portrait."

Tang Yang waved his hand to dispel the image, "Maybe it's because of the technique." He didn't dwell on it and said in a deep voice, "Yan Ling was killed by him."

"How do you think our Beast King Sect should deal with this?"

The middle-aged monk hesitated.

If a cultivator from another sect in the Hundred Territories had killed his own disciple, needless to say, there would have been a war between the two sects.

But the problem now is that the one who killed his true disciple was the candidate for true disciple of Qingyang Sect, one of the major sects in the upper reaches of the Wanchong Mountains.

The "Immortal Evergreen Sect" is still vivid in my mind.

Given the size of the Beast King Sect, if they were to face the Qingyang Sect, the result would probably be no different from that of the Immortal Evergreen Sect, with the sect being destroyed and the entire clan being wiped out.

Tang Yang glanced at him, his expression returned to calm, and he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, tell Zhu Xiuyuan and Zhan Mubing to be more cautious."

"Yes."

The middle-aged monk bowed and took his leave.

Wait for him to leave.

Tang Yang stood up and turned to walk towards the back hall.

"Find him out, wait for him to enter the other sect's territory, and then take the opportunity to kill him."

"Yes."

A sharp voice suddenly rang out from the empty palace.

Time passed slowly.

Seven days later.

The border of the Beast King Clan’s territory.

Above the sky, two faint rays of light flew away from the Beast King Sect territory one after the other without stopping.

Half a month later.