Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 535: What was the previous feud? Now is the real enmity (Sorry, it’s a bit too late)
You don’t know how high the mountain is when you look at it from afar. Only when you climb up the rugged mountain road can you realize how difficult each step is.

With the experience from last time and with the true meaning of Shen Yue as a foundation.

Shen Yi's speed of injecting the demon's lifespan became faster and faster, and his rest time became shorter and shorter.

If the first time you climb a mountain, you feel a vast oppression, as if you are stuck in a quagmire.

His experience of climbing this time was that the endless quagmire gathered into a mountain, and then the mountain shrank smaller and smaller until it was only the size of a palm, and finally pressed down heavily on the climber's back.

The pressure makes people feel like their souls are flying away.

But in An Yi's eyes.

Shen Yi sat cross-legged outside the hill, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, his black shirt already soaked through, sticking sticky to his skin.

No matter how hard she wiped, she couldn't wipe away the fatigue between the other person's brows.

Until a stream of light flashed across the sky.

As soon as Yan Chongzhang landed at the nameless mountain, he saw Elder Yang with a dazed look on his face.

The other person's expression inexplicably reminded him of himself when Shen Xiaoyou last visited the mountain.

This bold idea made Yan Chongzhang put aside the matter of Pan Boyang for a moment, and he began to look for Shen Yi impatiently.

After seeing that familiar figure.

A hint of fear appeared in Yan Chongzhang's eyes: "..."

He knew that Wumingshan doted on Shen Xiaoyou, and he was also trying hard to digest what happened in the last three days. He was almost convincing himself, but now this happened again.

How long has it been? An afternoon?
Judging from the changes in the other person's appearance, he had obviously gained a lot.

What? Wumingshan was afraid that he would get too tired and not come again, so he built a ladder for him?
"Take it easy... At least he saw it for himself, instead of the mountain finding him."

Yang Yunheng patted his Taoist on the shoulder and consoled him: "By the way, has that person been sent away?"

"call."

Yan Chongzhang rubbed his temples hard, forcing himself to look away from Shen Yi, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be able to help but rush up and strangle the other person's neck.

"Who is this?" He looked at the little girl next to him.

"The little fellow brought by Fellow Daoist Shen is quite well-behaved, but his personality is just like his, a little cold."

Yang Yunheng smiled, and then saw the worry in Yan Chongzhang's eyes: "What's wrong? That Pan guy is not going to go wild in our territory, is he?"

"Forget it, just keep your mouth shut." Yan Chongzhang didn't hide anything and told the other party directly what happened in the hall before: "Fortunately, little friend Shen gave me another surprise. You go and deal with it first. When little friend finishes viewing the mountain, I will be responsible for sending him away."

"..."

Yang Yunheng took a deep breath. He never thought that the direct disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect could say such shameless words and throw dirty water on the Banshan Sect.

However, Xue Yan's name is well-known throughout Hongze, so it is better not to offend him if possible.

"I'm going." The old man nodded his chin lightly, then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Yan Chongzhang withdrew his gaze, but suddenly found that Shen Yi's back stopped trembling.

In an instant, the pair of dark eyes slowly opened, and a tall stone tablet was reflected in the deep pupils, with only the two words "Zhen Yue" written in clumsy strokes on it.

[He Dao (Zhen). Zhen Yue Fa: Not yet introduced]

[Remaining demon lifespan: 230,000 years]

"Is this... the end?"

Yan Chongzhang stood there in a daze. He had been climbing for so many years but had never fully seen the Zhenyue Method, and he had only practiced it to the entry level, but it had made him famous in Xihong. Now, it was so easily memorized by Shen Xiaoyou.

Even if Pan Boyang's incident had not happened now, he couldn't help but want to send Shen Yi away from Banshan Sect.

It's really, so fucking infuriating!

Why is this mountain so harsh to its own monks?

Yan Chongzhang took a few deep breaths, walked up quickly, and took out the precious pill that he had prepared long ago to nourish the soul: "Little friend Shen, take it quickly, don't damage your foundation."

"Thank you, Yan Daozi."

Shen Yi adjusted his mood as usual, trying to keep his expression calm, and said thank you in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, An Yi reached out to take the pill, walked to the front of Shen Yi in small steps, stretched out her hand silently, wiped the sweat stains for him again with her sleeve, and then put the pill into the other's hand.

Although I don’t know what Shen Yi just went through.

But when I was in that gloomy tomb, feeling the most painful and helpless, I just hoped that someone could touch my head like this.

Therefore, she did it subconsciously.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the little girl and suddenly realized that with a Hedao-level stone statue protecting him, he seemed to have gained some foundation.

He closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, his eyes, which had been forced to calm down, finally revealed many emotions similar to irritability and resistance.

Who would like to endure the pain of having their spine crushed while climbing the Laoshizi Mountain Road, and it would take nearly 400,000 years to climb it.

He now wished he could kick this nameless mountain into pieces!

Shen Yi swallowed the soul-nourishing pill in big gulps, looking quite angry, which made Yan Chongzhang look confused. He had never seen Shen Xiaoyou with such an expression before.

What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Wumingshan and his wife?

Does that mean I have a chance...?
Yan Chongzhang shook his head, discarded this strange thought, and said tactfully: "I really have something to do, so I can't stay with you for too long. If you don't have anything else to do, I'll send you away first, and we can get together again when we have a chance. By then, we won't leave until we're drunk."

"it is good."

Shen Yi nodded.

In fact, he had heard the conversation between the two before and roughly guessed what was going on.

Although he adhered to the principle of cutting the grass at its roots, Shen Yi also knew his limits. Killing a disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect in the Banshan Sect would bring great trouble to these cultivators.

He just didn't expect that Pan Boyang was so anxious.

Never mind. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"this way please."

Yan Chongzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and as usual, he walked towards a small path and led the other party out of the sect.

Shen Yi stood up and followed him, but An Yi still stared at the heels of his boots, not moving an inch.

Under the leadership of Yan Chongzhang, the three of them quickly left the Banshan Sect.

"My dear Shen, I am sorry for being so inconsiderate this time. Please come back next time when you are free. Don't be polite."

Yan Chongzhang led Shen Yi to a very long distance, making sure that there were no cultivators from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect lurking around, which was enough time for the other party to leave safely.

Only then could he bow and say goodbye reluctantly.

All the things that the master taught me are of no use today.

"Hold on."

Shen Yi held a jade slip in his hand and was not in a hurry to leave.

"Young friend, what else do you want to say? Just say it." At this point, Yan Chongzhang was too lazy to go through his master's tricks anymore. He didn't really like the feeling of scheming against each other, and judging from Young Master Shen's behavior, he probably wouldn't fall for it.

Shen Yi was about to raise his hand, but he turned his head slightly to look.

Yan Chongzhang also noticed something, his face suddenly changed, and he turned around abruptly.

At the end of the sky, a majestic landscape of mountains and rivers rapidly extended out, instantly adding a bustling urban atmosphere between the blue sea and sky.

A figure outside the painting passed through the mountains and the Yellow River, and walked through the streets and alleys. The long distance seemed just a stone's throw away under his feet.

Until he was completely above the two of them.

Pan Boyang crumpled up the handkerchief slowly and threw it away, then clapped his hands gently, lowered his eyes and looked down at the two figures below, with a hint of amusement: "As expected of a Taoist from the Moving Mountain Sect, you are really calm. It's clear that the person I'm looking for is in your Moving Mountain Sect, but you can still act like nothing happened."

"If I hadn't thought about it a little more and left some traces of my aura on you, I would have been fooled by you today."

"Excuse me, am I still talking nonsense now?"

Pan Boyang raised his lips, but his eyes were extremely cold: "The Banshan Sect agreed to our sect's request, but went back on its word and colluded with the evil cultivators to ruin my Senior Brother Xue's plan. You'd better think carefully about how to calm my anger."

It can be seen that this gentleman is not the first time to do something similar. With just a few words, he has firmly accused the Banshan Sect.

"As for you, it's much easier for you."

Pan Boyang cast his gaze towards the other figure in black shirt and slowly put away his smile: "You just need to accept your death with peace of mind."

Under this person's few words.

Yan Chongzhang's breathing became heavier. He had never expected that Bei Hong's methods were so advanced that he didn't even notice it.

Now that the truth has been revealed, he can almost foresee how big trouble the Banshan Sect will be in. If what Pan Boyang said is true, and the capture of the demon genius is really related to Xue Yan, then this matter may even affect his master, a giant in the Hedao realm.

He was caught in the act.

Even with Yan Chongzhang's rich experience, he still didn't know what to do.

You can't... kill this official?
Although this idea is very tempting, and since they are on the territory of the Banshan Sect, Pan Boyang has a 100% chance of survival if they are really willing to take action.

But since the other party dared to come over so brazenly, it actually shows that this matter is not feasible.

A disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang clan who flaunts himself in public, his whereabouts are known to everyone. If he died in Xihong, it would be impossible to hide it.

In order to maintain their deterrent power, the Wuliang Daohuang Sect will never let go of this matter lightly.

Under such circumstances, perhaps being forced into a remote corner like the Seven Sons of Nanhong would be the best outcome for the Banshan Sect.

"Why, after seeing my true form, you are no longer as arrogant as before?"

Pan Boyang stared at Shen Yi and suddenly found his silence very interesting.

"..." Shen Yi glanced at the jade slip in his hand, and the irritability between his eyebrows became even stronger. He said softly: "Close your eyes."

Pan Boyang and Yan Chongzhang were both stunned.

After a moment, Yan Chongzhang realized that these words were spoken to him.

Close...close your eyes?

To a Baiyujing monk who possesses a spiritual soul, this action is no different from trying to cover one's ears and steal a bell.

But it represents Shen Xiaoyou's attitude.

The first thing to do is to clear this matter from the Banshan Sect. As for what relationship to clear...

Yan Chongzhang turned around suddenly, staring at the young man next to him in shock, and said hastily: "My dear Shen! Don't be impulsive! Let me discuss it with him again."

Killing a direct disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect is no joke. What's more, the other party has now arrived in his true form, and his strength is incomparable to last time.

"Close."

Shen Yi was too lazy to say anything more. He waved his palm slightly and gave Yan Chongzhang a Tianyan 49.

The moment this Taoist from the Moving Mountains Sect fell into a daze.

He finally raised his eyes and casually glanced at the familiar yet strange figure in the sky. There was an inexplicable hint of danger in his calm voice: "I seem to have told you that I don't like people standing up there talking to me."

Listening to these familiar words and looking at the same casual expression on Shen Yi's face.

Pan Boyang's expression finally became ferocious, no longer as calm as he was when he was talking with Yan Chongzhang before.

The so-called being bitten by a snake once, ten years afraid of well rope.

Even though he came in his true form this time, he subconsciously did not summon the chain Taoist soldier.

He just whispered fiercely, "So?"

Shen Yi held the jade slip in one hand, and pressed it lightly with his left hand, a little uncomfortably, in response to the other party.

The Divine Mountain Method that has reached perfection emerged boldly.

Before Pan Boyang's face could react, he suddenly fell from the sky like a bird with a broken wing, and crashed into the water!

He had never expected that the other party would have such strange means.

For a moment, he struggled frantically in the deep water, like a great white fish with its lip hooked. He finally stretched out his hand, as if he had grasped the last straw, and his five fingers suddenly clenched.

In the picture of mountains and rivers in the sky, a jade ruler covered with red thunder slowly stretched out.

For a moment, thunder and lightning danced wildly, changing the color of the sky.

The 39th volume of Daobinglu, Tianyuan Huanlei Ruler.

Unlike last time, this time it finally appeared in the world in its full glory.

It swept into the water like a long red dragon, causing huge waves, as if separating the entire area of ​​water.

"Now it's my turn!"

Pan Boyang finally held it in his palm, his heart was at peace, he roared and smashed part of the invisible mountain on his body, then suddenly rushed towards the water!

Just when it finally left the water, it failed to return to the landscape painting as it had imagined.

A long boot lightly stepped on his shoulder. The body in the black shirt seemed extremely thin, but under his feet, Pan Boyang felt a pressure that was more terrifying than before.

Half of his body was submerged in the water, and no matter how hard he struggled he couldn't get out of it.

He looked up in shock, and met Shen Yi's cold gaze. That handsome face looked a little uninterested, and he was even too lazy to look at him.

"go."

Shen Yi took out another jade slip and threw it to An Yi.

Under Pan Boyang's astonished and suspicious gaze, the little girl, who had no breath at all, disappeared on the spot with just one step.

It was the fluctuation of breath at that moment that caused his entire face to become distorted, and he even deeply doubted his own perception.

How can it be? !
"Get out of my way!"

In fear, Pan Boyang roared, and swung the Tianyuan Huanlei Ruler in his hand fiercely at the figure on his body!
But he suddenly caught a glimpse of a straight golden-patterned black knife in Shen Yi's empty left hand.

The blade swept past casually.

The two colors of black and gold slashed into the red thunder and touched the transparent jade ruler covered with bloodshot.

click-

There was almost no chance of turning around, just like real fine iron hitting a piece of jade. The jade ruler didn't even last a breath before it completely shattered into jade pieces all over the sky.

The long knife pierced through Pan Boyang's frail neck.

Phew!

A fresh head just flew up like that!
"..."

Shen Yi felt the warm blood on his fingertips, his expression unchanged, and he put away the long knife.

At this moment, the picture of the mountains and rivers in the sky suddenly rolled down and took away the head that had died with its eyes open in front of him.

Shen Yi turned sideways and looked.

In the Jiangshan painting, there was a Taoist who broke his own head without hesitation, then jumped high and caught Pan Boyang's head with his neck.

The next moment, Pan Boyang actually came back to life in the old Taoist's body, and began to flee frantically through the streets with a panicked look on his face.

At the same time, the entire map of the country was rapidly rolling towards the Wuliangdao Palace.

"Tsk."

Shen Yi frowned slightly. He finally understood why these monks from Beihong were so arrogant.

Apart from the Taoist soldiers, these methods are shocking enough even if they are not immortal techniques.

He averted his gaze and flicked his fingertips lightly on his waist.

Hanging there was an exquisite jade pendant, which was black and white in color, intertwined like the yin and yang fish.

At the moment the jade pendant shook.

The roar of a tiger turned into invisible ripples that ran through the entire painting of the landscape.

This painting, formed by the aura of heaven and earth, turned into a real painting the moment it was touched by the tiger's roar. It was swallowed by flames and melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old Taoist fell to his knees wailing and was swallowed up in an instant.

The head fell back down.

Being held in the palm of that slender hand, Pan Boyang's voice became a little hoarse and crying: "I admit defeat! I admit defeat! Brother Dao, spare my life!"

However, in his vision blurred by blood and tears, the expression on Shen Yi's fair face was not much different from last time.

Equally calm and decisive.

As the five fingers suddenly clenched!

The fragile head was blown to pieces.

The field fell into silence again.

Shen Yi cleansed his palms with his breath, collected Pan Boyang's body, and then removed the Tianyan Sijiu that had fallen on Yan Chongzhang.

An Yi had returned to his side without him noticing and handed the jade slip to him.

Shen Yi walked to the stunned Yan Daozi, put two jade slips in his hands, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Daozi. I have something else to do. Bye."

After he finished speaking, he didn't want to explain any more. He turned around and turned into a long purple and white rainbow and flew away.

"Gudong."

Yan Chongzhang finally came back to his senses from the thoughts of cracking Tianyan 49. He stood there blankly until his peripheral vision swept across the still dark red water surface. He seemed to realize something and looked up at the sky in horror.

All I saw was a clear blue sky, and there was no trace of the Wuliangdao Palace.

"Friend Shen..."

Yan Chongzhang suddenly felt his heart beating faster and faster, to the point that he felt a little distracted.

He instinctively raised the jade slip in his hand and nervously immersed his soul into it. When he saw the contents clearly, his gaze became even more distracted.

He saw that the first jade slip contained what he had always dreamed of, a complete record of the Zhenyue Method!
As for the second jade slip, the shock it brought to him was no less than that of the first one.

It was a simple picture.

The golden-patterned black sword easily shattered the Tianyuan Fantasy Thunder Ruler, no more difficult than smashing a piece of tofu, and then cleanly chopped off Pan Boyang's head.

The content of this jade slip did not record the face of the person who did it, but it was enough to prove many things.

For example, such powerful Taoist soldiers definitely have nothing to do with the Banshan Sect.

In addition, the distance was so far, and Pan Boyang was powerless to resist, so the Banshan Sect could not offer a helping hand, and they only had time to write down some information about the murderer...

There are still many loopholes though.

But in a blink of an eye, this may be the limit of what Mr. Shen...Brother Shen can do.

Yan Chongzhang held the two jade slips in his hands and remained where he was, unable to speak for a moment.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of terrifying force could cultivate a cultivator as talented and meticulous as Brother Shen.

The other party seemed cold and ruthless, but he was more worthy of making friends with than anyone Yan Chongzhang had ever met.

The Taoist of the Moving Mountains Sect stared blankly toward the sky.

The last action I took last time might have been more correct than my master imagined.

(End of this chapter)