Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 555 Let the tiger return to the mountain
Xihong, Yushan.

In the huge palace, all the maids and guards retreated.

They seldom saw the Dragon Queen take action personally, and exude such a cold and real murderous intent. For a purple-bearded white dragon, this was an extremely rare performance, proving that the other party was really angry.

"stop."

Zi Xian no longer called herself "this palace". Under the dragon claws covered with snow-white scales, An Tingfeng had already revealed a tiger head, and this ferocious and hideous head was gradually deformed in the sharp dragon claws.

She could see how tense the situation was on the other side.

Otherwise, this ferocious tiger would not have been feeding its people all the time.

A lot can be inferred from this.

That is, there should be another sect leader present next to Shen Yi, but it is most likely not Ji Jingxi. Otherwise, with his cultivation level at the same heavenly realm, even if the tiger gave away all its essence and blood, it would not have any effect.

Because of this, Zi Xian became even more anxious.

If An Tingfeng really succeeded, then two leaders of the Seven Sons of Nanhong would die at once in her own territory... How could she have the face to face Jingxi?

"I told you to stop!"

With a low scolding, Zi Xian suddenly exerted force, and there was a muffled cracking sound. Fine cracks instantly appeared on An Tingfeng's head, and then scarlet blood gushed out, staining the white hair and black lines on his face red.

"Ho...ho..."

An Tingfeng revealed his gaping mouth through the dragon claws and let out a strange, sharp laugh.

It turns out that even a big demon that is comparable to the heavenly realm and has experienced a hundred thousand years of killing calamity, will be so weak as long as she has something to worry about. She is so weak that she only has the realm, but people can tell at a glance what she is afraid of.

The secret technique has been used. As long as he dies, all his cultivation will be transferred to the elders of the clan.

This woman didn't dare to gamble at all. She still had hope that the people of Nanhong Seven could keep their lives, so she didn't want to add any pressure to that side.

On the contrary, I have nothing now.

An Yi...Dad is here to see you.

An Tingfeng grinned, revealing his fangs: "Dragon Concubine, when this matter is settled and my daughter comes back, I will still do your work for you for the sake of those soul-renewing treasures."

"Do you still want to live?" Zi Xian narrowed her eyes and almost laughed out of anger.

If anything happened to the Seven Sons of Nanhong, this ferocious tiger would not think that he could walk out of this hall safely. It is estimated that the entire Xihong forces have never thought that the King of East Dragon, who was rumored to have been stabbed in the back by Xuanqing, actually owed a lot to the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

For this purpose, my father even endured the nausea as if he had eaten shit and tore off Zi Ling's tiger skin, so that the immortal would no longer pay attention to Nan Hong. At the same time, he intimidated the other forces and saved the remaining six sects.

Even if killing this White Moon Frost Tiger tribe leader would make those forces that were hard to win over feel strange and affect the overall situation, my father would never blame me.

"If you want to take action, it's best to do it now. If you wait until things over there are over... Tingfeng will definitely not be able to defeat Long Fei, but he has temporarily entered the heavenly realm, so it is not a problem to save his life."

Although someone was holding his head, An Tingfeng put away his smile and appeared so calm and composed.

"..."

Taking his expression into account, especially when she felt that the aura of this ferocious tiger was still decreasing, Zi Xian felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation in her heart.

She closed her eyes, and the dragon claws that had been as steady as a rock gradually began to tremble with anger.

An Tingfeng's pretended calm laughter was so irritating to her.

Since coming to Xihong, this was the first time that Zi Xian suffered a loss in this remote place. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked away: "Everything can be discussed..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Zi Xian suddenly discovered that the tiger in her palm was trembling even more violently than herself.

She turned her gaze back in surprise.

But he found that An Tingfeng suddenly stopped laughing, and under the scarlet wet hair, his originally sharp eyes became a little confused and uncertain.

He stared blankly into the void, his aura recovering rapidly.

In an instant, An Tingfeng suddenly clenched his palms, trying desperately to transfer all his strength to the other side. However, no matter how hard he tried, it was of no use.

The aura in his body still uncontrollably recovered to its peak state.

"How can it be--"

An Tingfeng's face was filled with panic. Obviously, things were beyond his control.

Through the gaps between his dragon claw fingers, he stared at Zi Xian intently, the calmness in his voice had long since disappeared: "Dragon Concubine, Dragon Concubine! You just said to discuss..."

"What discussion?"

Zi Xian raised her eyebrows and finally loosened her hand, but saw that the tiger demon, whose realm was slightly above the perfection of the Earth Realm, was staggering backwards and even its steps were a little unstable.

She immediately understood: "Did I say that?"

An Tingfeng not only did not flee, but hurriedly stopped him and said anxiously: "It is Tingfeng who wants to discuss with the Dragon Concubine. As long as you return my daughter to me, I am willing to fight for the Dragon Concubine and die without regrets!"

Looking at this strange scene, Zi Xian's depression disappeared and she became quite curious instead.

What on earth happened to cause such a huge change in this ferocious tiger?

But no matter what, since he suffered a loss, it means that Sect Master Nanhong took advantage.

The kid surnamed Shen is really lucky... Not bad, not bad! He really saved his face!
The slight dissatisfaction he had previously felt towards the young Sect Master Shen because of Ji Jingxi had now disappeared.

Thinking of this, Zi Xian slowly retracted her gaze: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of discussing things with the dead."

Based on what this tiger did today, it would not be too much to die ten thousand times.

You really think Donglong Palace is a good person!

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves violently, and powerful demonic power raged out. Compared to the casualness when she knocked the seventh son of the Qi family off Yushan last time, this time it was obviously murderous, and was aimed at taking his life.

An Tingfeng was already in a trance, and his realm was far inferior to that of the other party. Before he could finish his next sentence, his strong body flew backwards with a bang!
The demonic power was like a strong wind, tearing apart his dark white cloak with ease, and even his powerful demon body was torn apart, revealing his white bones.

Without any restraint, Zi Xian finally demonstrated how terrifying the crushing power of the Heaven Realm over the Earth Realm was.

She took another step forward, and the dragon claws turned into slender jade hands again, but there was an extra long dragon scale sword in her palms.

Just when she was about to take the tiger's life, Zi Xian frowned slightly and slowly stopped.

After An Tingfeng crashed out of Yushan, a scroll appeared in the clear water. He was rolled into it. The mountains and rivers in the painting trembled violently a few times, and the demonic power was completely dissolved.

The next moment, the scroll threw An Tingfeng back into the hall.

"Tsk, what's wrong with Senior Zixian? Why is she so angry?" In front of An Tingfeng, several figures appeared. The leader was wearing a golden gown. Such a conspicuous color did not make him look rustic at all. Instead, it showed the aura of a superior.

The middle-aged man twirled his beard and smiled at Zixian. He then bowed and said, "Junrui came uninvited. I hope Senior Zixian will forgive me."

He did not call her Dragon Concubine, but Zi Xian, and there was a hint of contempt in his voice for Xi Hong.

"Situ?"

Zi Xian saw clearly the clothes of the people coming and a bit of displeasure flashed across her eyes: "Why, have you broken through the Heaven Realm? How dare you come to my Yushan?"

You know, Donglong Palace treats all Beihong forces equally and hates them all equally!
"Almost, almost."

Situ Junrui smiled again and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's just that my Wuliang Daohuang Sect came to Xihong to do business, so I have to say hello to Senior Zixian, so as not to affect the harmony between my sect and Donglong Palace."

"Friendly?" Zi Xian raised the corner of her lips and looked at the younger generation with a hint of sarcasm.

This person is the leader of the sixteenth branch of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, and the one with the least experience besides Xue Yan.

But as the top force in Beihong, any of their branch sect masters were ranked among the top three in the Dao Bing Lu when they were young. In other words, each of them was a top genius in Hongze who had passed the four tribulations.

"Maybe there were some misunderstandings in the past, but friendships always come slowly."

"Like now."

Situ Junrui lowered his eyes and looked at the tiger demon under his feet: "Junrui doesn't mind doing the killing for you, so as not to dirty your hands. Everyone knows that the purple-bearded white dragon doesn't like killing. Let me deal with this evil beast."

Hearing this, Zi Xian was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Just say you want to hunt down demons for Xue Yan, don't act like you're thinking about me, our relationship isn't that deep yet."

"That's true. The Wuliang Daohuang Sect will remember your friendship. However, if the news that you killed him with your own hands gets out, it will probably affect your reputation."

Hearing this, Zi Xian hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything more, which was considered as tacit agreement: "..."

Situ Junrui bowed again, then slowly squatted down. It was clear that his realm was not far from An Tingfeng's, but at this moment he seemed to be stroking some harmless little animal, and gently patted the tiger monster's forehead: "Be good, I have something important to do, go find a place to heal yourself, don't make trouble anymore, wait for me to pick you up."

An Tingfeng was speechless.

When he was sucked into the map of rivers and mountains, many phantom talismans appeared on his body. He was pinned to the ground at this moment. It was not until Situ Junrui raised his hand that he had the strength to stand up.

Compared with being crushed in the previous realm, the current situation is more about the difference in means.

In front of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, the demons of Xihong were no different from bumpkins.

"Go."

Situ Junrui waved with a smile.

An Tingfeng had a blank expression on his face. He looked deeply at the people in the hall before turning around and walking out.

Wait until his figure completely disappears.

Zi Xian sat back on the throne: "Now, tell me about your business."

"Senior Zixian, don't worry. We didn't mean to ask you for help. We just came over to say hello."

Situ Junrui showed a kind smile, but his eyes were shining: "It's very common for our disciples to die outside. This is part of the training. But it caused a sensation in the whole West Hong, and everyone knew about it... Even the news was passed back to North Hong. This kind of thing is rare."

"If I don't do something, you think I can be bullied by anyone who belongs to my royal family."

"Of course, we won't make a big deal out of this. Senior Zixian, please rest assured. We just want to seek justice."

"Junior takes his leave." After saying this, Situ Junrui bowed again, then turned around and left the hall with a few disciples.

The hall became empty again.

Zi Xian leaned back in her chair and rubbed her brows with a slight headache. As the de facto half-owner of Xihong now, she couldn't understand why this place had suddenly become so chaotic.

But she didn't intend to interfere in this matter.

The Wuliang Daohuang Sect is most likely here for the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. These two forces have nothing to do with him or the Seven Sons of Nanhong, so let them be.

Thinking of the Seven Sons of Nanhong, Zi Xian's face finally showed a little more relief. The next time she met that young Sect Master Shen, she would definitely ask him what happened today. It was not easy to survive the attack by the Haoyue Frost Tiger clan, even with the help of other sect masters.

This young Sect Master Shen is really unlucky. He just had a feud with that young tiger demon, and then something happened in the Baoyue Tomb. He suffered such an unexpected disaster. I wonder what the other party's expression was.

After thinking about it, Zi Xian couldn't help but shake her head and smiled, and her figure disappeared in the hall.

at the same time.

Outside of Yushan Mountain, the group from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect quickly fled out of the water.

Situ Junrui's face no longer had the previous humility. He casually waved his hand to summon the vast picture of the rivers and mountains, and his figure turned into a stream of light and fell onto the cushion.

"call."

He sat cross-legged, his eyes looking forward.

Inside the Dao Palace, there was an old man in a dishevelled state tied to a large pillar. His face looked grim and his breath was weak. It was obvious that he had been subjected to inhuman torture.

"Being able to enter my Dao Palace is a blessing you have earned through several lifetimes."

"I advise you to tell me the whole story without missing a word, and I will grant you the opportunity to return to the sect and be buried with your fellow disciples. Otherwise... you will be included in my Jiangshantu."

Although the old man's face was covered in blood, his features could still be vaguely discerned.

It was the Grand Elder of Banshan Sect, Yang Yunheng.

"I... I showed you... the jade slip..." Yang Yunheng's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Oh?" Situ Junrui stroked his beard again and asked in a playful tone, "You mean the thing that everyone in Xihong has? Do I still need to take that thing from you?"

"Nothing... nothing else." Yang Yunheng opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Okay." Situ Junrui nodded his chin lightly: "Then tell me, who recorded the jade slip, your clan leader or the Taoist disciple?"

Hearing this, Yang Yunheng's heart suddenly jumped. He clenched his teeth for a long time and finally said, "I recorded it myself."

"In that case, then tell me what you saw, such as what the owner of the black golden light looks like, what his cultivation level is, and how he is dressed." Situ Junrui continued to ask with a teasing tone.

Yang Yunheng fell silent again, his expression changing again and again. He looked at the Jiangshantu with fear, and finally closed his eyes again: "It's all in the jade slip. I didn't see anything else."

"what--"

Situ Junrui suddenly burst into laughter, and laughed until he was out of breath. He rubbed his eyes and said to several disciples: "He is treating me as a fool... You tell him how our Wuliang Daohuang Sect does things."

Several Wuliang Daohuang Sect disciples stood there with their hands down, responding indifferently, "If we can't find the real culprit, then we will kill everyone."

(End of this chapter)