Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 557 This is my Dao Palace
"Ho-"

Compared to the leader of the Banshan Sect, a giant in the Hedao realm, Yan Chongzhang was obviously more shocked.

He stared at the sky, and even his breathing became heavier.

Before stepping out of the sect, Yan Chongzhang was still thinking in his mind how to make excuses so as to put all the blame on the unknown force and get rid of these idiots from Beihong.

But at this moment, he was completely stunned.

From Situ Junrui's previous words, it can be learned that this group of people obviously know that Yang Yunheng is the grand elder of the Banshan Sect.

For an immortal sect, the great elder is second only to the sect master and the Taoist disciple.

Unless they were planning to exterminate the entire sect, how could they do things so decisively, not even leaving the Banshan Sect with a chance of choice?

"The Infinite Dao Emperor Sect..."

Yan Chongzhang didn't know whether he was extremely angry, or felt a little afraid, or both.

His trembling fingers slowly clenched.

Although Yan Chongzhang had long known that the Daohuang Sect was famous and powerful, he still did not expect...

This group of cultivators from Beihong never treated the Banshan Sect as an immortal sect at all, and they even did not regard their own cultivators as human beings.

Such a huge psychological gap made his mind go blank.

"Close the sect and start the formation."

The Banshan Sect Master finally withdrew his gaze and looked towards his disciple, his voice surprisingly softened a lot.

Obviously, he also noticed his disciple's panic.

However, this time, the leader of the Banshan Sect did not intend to blame Yan Chongzhang for being useless, because even he himself was greatly enlightened.

Pan Boyang's arrogance and his willingness to kill and rob were not due to the sect's poor teaching.

Rather, it is the style of conduct that has been passed down from generation to generation by the righteous leaders of Hongze.

"Are you planning to fight to the bitter end?"

Situ Junrui took in the expression of the old man in hemp clothes, threw Yang Yunheng away, and stood up with a little surprise.

He raised his foot, stepped over the great elder, and walked to the entrance of the Dao Palace step by step. He looked at the Banshan Sect Master curiously, and then laughed again: "What's going on in your mind?"

The laughter seemed extremely pure, without any other meaning.

I just simply look down on it.

"I will give you two options."

Situ Junrui stretched out two fingers and shook them: "Or, give out the real murderer and then surrender honestly."

"Either-"

He smiled and stretched out his voice: "With your secret, I will kill you."

"Does it make any difference?"

The leader of the Banshan Sect also smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

In fact, he was quite afraid that this Sect Master Situ would really give him a way to survive. After all, no matter how much he valued Young Master Shen, compared with the entire sect behind him, he would still be hesitant.

But with this bow, his majestic image in front of his disciple collapsed completely.

The leader of the Banshan Sect still has some chivalrous spirit and is more presentable.

Hearing this, Situ Junrui hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "What is the difference in the way of death?"

To be honest, he didn't care about the life or death of the disciple taught directly by the sect master of the ninth branch. What he came here to protect was the reputation of the entire Wuliang Daohuang Sect in Hongze.

So the momentum must be huge.

Compared to killing a small soldier of unknown identity, it is obviously more effective to cleanse out a local immortal sect with relatively good power.

Moreover, they can occupy a precious land in Xihong with good reason and evidence, leaving Beilong Palace speechless, and also prevent the immortals from thinking that the Wuliang Daohuang Sect is trying to stir up some trouble again.

The group of old dragons in Beigong were afraid that the Daohuang Sect would become too powerful, and they wanted to put on a show in front of the immortals every day.

Thinking of this, Situ Junrui put away his fingers: "Forget it, you better shut up."

Before he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became calm, the sound of waves stopped, and even the white clouds in the sky froze. Between the blue sky and the blue sea, the towering pillars suddenly seemed lonely, with a sense of desolation that one tree could not support the sky.

"call."

The leader of the Banshan Sect raised his hand and grabbed Yan Chongzhang's shoulder, and before his disciple could react, he threw him back into the sect's formation.

Without saying a word, he just quietly winked at Yan Chongzhang.

With Yan Chongzhang's understanding of his master, he instantly understood what the other party meant...but because of this, a cold chill suddenly surged in his heart.

The master was reminding himself to tell the branch sect leader not to come again. Now that the main sect was gone, at least the branch sect had to be saved.

The perception of a giant in the Hedao realm is extremely sharp.

With just a slight move, you can feel the difference between the two.

In other words, in the Master's opinion, even with the addition of a sub-sect leader, within the Banshan Sect, and with the help of formations, there is still no chance of winning.

The cultivators from Beihong have become so terrifying!
The leader of the Banshan Sect withdrew his gaze. The linen clothes on his body turned into a set of shorts. There was a machete in his hand, and lines like mountains appeared on his arms. He looked murderous.

The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

This habit of the Banshan Sect is obviously closely related to its leader.

The old man clutched the machete, licked his dry lips, and looked toward the sky with a nonchalant look.

Then, he raised the blade, pointed it at the majestic picture of the mountains and rivers, and pointed it at the figure in the Dao Palace.

A common man holding a knife and asking the sky.

With the help of the Zhenyue Method, although he was standing in the void, he made people feel unshakable, with a majestic aura, like a standing mountain!
"..."

Situ Junrui cast a look at him with interest. After all, it was rare to see such an interesting cultivator in Beihong, which made people laugh.

Thinking of this, he snapped his fingers slightly.

The entire picture of the landscape suddenly lit up, and among the countless living creatures, there were a few figures that quietly turned into streams of light and disappeared.

The next moment, several shadows suddenly appeared behind the old man.

They didn't make any noise, they just kicked out brazenly, hitting the knee and back of the Banshan Sect Leader.

In such an ordinary scene, this unshakable "mountain" collapsed so easily.

The leader of the Banshan Sect staggered, and his Zhenyue Technique, which had reached perfection, was broken in an instant. He fell forward uncontrollably, and was then held down on the head by several phantoms, and forced to his knees in the sky.

"Roar--"

The thin old man actually let out a low roar like a ferocious beast, and the power of the entire Mountain Moving Land was all conferred on one person. He tried to forcefully suppress a few shadows, but only made them shake, and then they were pressed back by an even more powerful force.

This time, he lowered his head even lower, and he didn't even have the right to look at Situ Junrui again.

The Taoism of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect was so profound that even he, a monk from Xihong, could not understand it.

In an instant, a pair of gorgeous boots appeared in the sight of the Banshan Sect Master.

The shadow suddenly crushed his wrist bones, and the murderous machete fell out unconsciously.

The owner of the boots bent down slightly and picked up the knife.

For a warrior, there is hardly anything more humiliating than having his weapon taken away from him.

However, the next moment, Situ Junrui made a saber flower with a lack of interest, and gently pressed the blade against the back of Banshan Sect Master's neck: "Start the formation, don't waste my time."

……

In the precious land of moving mountains.

Yan Chongzhang fell to the ground with a loud bang. He got up in panic and looked outside the sect.

In just a few breaths, the thin figure staggering and kneeling on the ground came into his sight.

Yan Chongzhang, a disciple of the Banshan Sect, suddenly lost control of his emotions at this moment.

Beneath the cloak of a giant in the Hedao realm, he knew best how his master was a person who cared a lot about his reputation.

"..."

Yan Chongzhang closed his eyes and forced back the sobs.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already bloodshot. He turned around and rushed towards the sect, roaring, "All elders and disciples, leave the sect through the small road! Do not look back! Run for your lives, and run as far as you can!"

"If you are lucky enough to survive, hide your identity first, and wait until the situation is settled before reuniting with the other sects!"

"Come on!"

With the full power of his realm, the hoarse and tearing roar spread throughout the inner and outer gates of the Banshan Sect.

The entire Banshan Sect was instantly thrown into chaos.

They rushed out of their homes in panic, and when they looked up, they saw Daozi's madly running past.

These people had never seen their son so flustered before. They immediately understood the seriousness of the situation and did not dare to ask any more questions. They just used all their methods and fled away.

Yan Chongzhang brazenly stepped into the foot of the nameless mountain.

Without caring about anything else, he raised his hands directly to the thin figure sitting cross-legged: "Wake up!"

At the moment when his palms were about to touch Shen Yi's shoulders, Yan Chongzhang suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast and would be torn apart in the next moment.

Fortunately, Shen Yi opened his eyes, and An Yi calmed down again.

Yan Chongzhang was in a state of confusion at the moment, and had no intention of thinking about where the previous crisis came from. However, the moment he saw the other party's dark eyes, he could not help but be startled.

I saw an indescribable desolation in those eyes, as if they had witnessed the drying up of the sea and the crumbling of the rocks, and the rise and fall of the storms.

"Sorry to interrupt your mountain viewing."

Yan Chongzhang forced himself to suppress the trembling of his lips. He was unwilling to push the responsibility onto the person in front of him, but no matter what, the end of the Banshan Sect was ultimately inseparable from his own greed.

"Go ahead, it's too late... take this mountain with you."

The Taoist looked away and waved his sleeves dejectedly.

"..."

Shen Yi closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing.

Without the help of trials, relying purely on his understanding, he stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the unchanging sky and the unchanging stone tablet in the clouds for hundreds of thousands of years, and finally obtained the magic formula from the stone tablet.

Then, with the help of Yue Tianji, he began to practice this method.

The eldest son of the Yue family is truly a very reliable teacher. The effort he has made in order to learn the path of a cultivator in the form of a demon is unimaginable to others.

Perhaps there is no other person in Nanhong or Xihong who has such a thorough understanding of the cultivator's skills.

But precisely because of this, the deduction progressed very smoothly, leaving Shen Yi no chance to even catch his breath.

"call."

Shen Yi exhaled, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, suppressing the violence.

He really needs to vent now.

boom--

At this moment, the entire Moving Mountain Treasure Land shook violently a few times!

Yan Chongzhang suddenly looked back, almost gritting his teeth. This was a sign that the formation was attacked, and judging from the huge reaction, the protective formation would not be able to hold out for long.

It was precisely because of this turning back that he did not notice that the violence that Shen Yi had suppressed with great difficulty quickly surged into those dark eyes.

"Don't even take the mountain with you! Go!"

Yan Chongzhang roared again, but was caught off guard when he saw the black-shirted figure walking past him and heading towards the outside of the sect.

The only voice left in my ears was that one voice that was clearly calm but inexplicably chilling.

"Open the door."

……

Outside the Banshan Sect.

Surrounded by the picture of rivers and mountains, the world is still in a frozen state, and the blue sea beneath the feet does not even dare to make a ripple, like a piece of transparent jade.

The only one who moved was the man standing in front of the Banshan Sect Leader.

Situ Junrui yawned, tapped the old man's face with the blade of his knife, and complained: "This is why I don't like to leave Beihong. I really hate dealing with you barbarians." "You always waste my precious lifespan even though you know the outcome."

"..."

The Mountain Moving Sect Master had tried everything he had learned in his life, but it only made the number of phantoms on his body increase until they formed a small hill.

Similar to the sect leader, the towering pillar was also shrouded in dense shadows.

The creatures in the picture of rivers and mountains swarmed out, each one like a dragon, carrying terrifying power, and crashed into the mountain!
On the mountain wall, the golden light from the palm prints became increasingly faint until it was barely detectable.

"Look, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Situ Junrui used the blade of the knife to force the old man's face forward, allowing the other party to see more clearly how he had easily broken the mountain.

"Ho-"

The leader of the Banshan Sect stared at the palm print with dead eyes.

Just as Situ didn't understand the monks of Xihong, he also didn't understand why these monks of Beihong always did things in such a dirty and despicable way.

When it comes to a matter of life and death, why can't you be quick and decisive?

Why can’t I learn even a little bit of the immortal spirit when I’m in a place where immortals live?

At this moment, the old man's pupils shrank slightly.

He discovered that the sect protection formation was actually opened... and was opened by someone from the inside!
"Yan Chongzhang!"

The leader of the Moving Mountains Sect finally roared out.

Situ Junrui's face also showed a little more interest.

After losing the protection of the sect protection formation, the group of phantoms instantly tore a hole in the mountain, vaguely revealing part of the true appearance of the world within.

For cultivators, the precious land of Hedao is like a piece of delicious meat.

At this moment, the precious land of moving mountains appeared before everyone.

And there were only two figures standing in front of this delicacy.

"Master..."

Yan Chongzhang was breathing heavily. In addition to Fellow Daoist Shen's request, the reason he was allowed to open the formation with his own hands was also because he really wanted to apologize to his master again. The other party had practiced hard all his life, but in the end, all his life was ruined by his disciple.

Even if this apology requires the price of life.

"Yan Chongzhang, you are confused!"

For the first time, the leader of the Banshan Sect finally wanted to lower his head on his own initiative, and there was a strong breath of old age between his gray hair.

However, Situ Junrui's mind was not on these two masters and apprentices.

He discovered something even more interesting.

Now that even the Leader of the Moving Mountains Sect had been suppressed by him, there was still someone who dared to look him in the face.

The thin figure was shrouded in a black shirt, and no emotion could be seen in Shen Yi's eyes.

But Situ Junrui clearly felt the restless murderous intent, which had enveloped him completely the moment he raised his eyes.

"interesting."

He smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Because Shen Yi took a step forward and walked out of the precious land of moving mountains.

At this moment, his sleeves suddenly fluttered.

Such a small change is a very strange thing.

Because long before he made a move on the leader of the Banshan Sect, Situ Junrui had already used the Jiangshantu to suppress the surrounding world. There was no wind, no waves, and everything was still. So how did the hem of the clothes flutter?
As his mind changed slightly, everyone noticed the change.

The sound of waves rose again all around, white clouds surged in the sky, and in the moment when the young man was suspended between heaven and earth, everything returned to normal.

"Your realm seems to be a little off."

Situ Junrui put away his smile, and there was a lot of doubt in his eyes, but the other party didn't seem to want to respond.

Under his gaze, Shen Yi lowered his hand slightly, and a black knife with golden patterns appeared in his palm.

He held the knife at an angle and then took a step forward.

Amid the whistling of countless phantoms, the young man's steps were not fast, but extremely steady.

"..."

Under Situ Junrui's sinister gaze, those shadows came behind Shen Yi in the same way and kicked him fiercely on the back!
At the same time, a black and white mist suddenly emerged from an inconspicuous Yin-Yang pendant on Shen Yi's waist, and an invisible ripple quickly spread out, quickly dissolving the phantom.

The ripples swept across the sky and passed over the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, everything around me became much quieter and cleaner.

The leader of the Moving Mountains Sect suddenly found that he could move, but there was a buzzing in his ears, as if he had just heard a domineering tiger roar, and he was a little deaf.

Yan Chongzhang looked back at the towering pillar and found that the dense shadows on it had disappeared at some point.

The Daohuang Sect monks who were guarding the surroundings noticed something was wrong and hurriedly looked towards the sect master.

But Situ Junrui was still standing there, staring indifferently at the young man walking towards him.

"Master?" A cultivator from the Daohuang Sect asked subconsciously.

The scene before his eyes clearly showed that the sect master's Taoism had been broken.

"Shut up and just stay still and watch."

Situ Junrui gritted his teeth slowly. The current situation was completely opposite to the previous one. The heaven and earth could move, everything could move, but he himself could not move.

This feeling of being targeted certainly cannot be due to any karma or hostility from heaven and earth.

He looked intently at the young man in front of him, and finally understood where the uneasy feeling in his heart came from.

The moment the other party stepped out of Banshan Sect, he had already transformed into the blue sky of this place. Therefore, he lost control of his surroundings.

My mind is wandering.

Shen Yi had already walked in front of Situ Junrui. He slowly raised the golden-patterned black knife in his hand, not to ask the sky, but only to kill people.

A dark golden light flowed on the blade, sweeping out like a stroke of ink.

puff-

A huge head flew up, adding three points of blood color to the thick black gold.

"..."

The monk from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect hung in the air in a daze, and the master and disciple from the Banshan Sect also looked up in shock.

They stared at the head that jumped high, and their thoughts suddenly became confused.

Quietly... just sit there and watch him get beheaded?

Yet at this moment.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of Situ Junrui's bloodstained mouth.

I was too careless before and left the Jiangshantu, so I was imprisoned in the same place by this kid using strange methods and powerful realm. I need to think of a way to escape. How could this group of Xihong monks know such profound Taoism.

His head suddenly flew towards the Dao Palace.

The next moment, Situ Junrui's face changed again.

Just because there was a white and slender hand on his head.

Shen Yi seemed to have anticipated this, and had already extended his hand while beheading.

He held a knife in one hand and a head in the other, looking indifferent as he met Situ Junrui's doubtful eyes.

The Yin-Yang Pendant on the waist burst out with a strong light again, swallowing up the head entirely!

"what!!!"

A shrill scream was heard in the mysterious white light, and soon after, the picture of the mountains and rivers in the sky seemed to transform into a long dragon, rolling over and rushing over, enveloping both of them.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced around and found that the blue sky and blue sea had suddenly turned into a magnificent palace.

Suddenly, there was a chanting sound like a huge bell rang in my ears, as if tens of millions of people were praying devoutly, gathering together and turning into a great wish power.

After all, he had fought with Pan Boyang before and knew that the Wuliang Daohuang Sect had such a life-saving method. As the sect leader, it was reasonable for this person to have more advanced methods.

But when he felt the head in his hand suddenly shrank, Shen Yi still frowned slightly.

Obviously, this head and the body under its feet are just skins, and the soul hidden inside has slipped away.

The next moment, amid those chantings.

On the mat in the main hall, a blurry figure slowly reassembled. His facial features could not be discerned, and only his shrill voice could be heard to convey his inner resentment. He suddenly pointed his finger and roared, "Enter my Dao Palace, and you're done!"

Situ Junrui doesn't like to waste time practicing those immortal techniques that others are flocking to.

Only by perfecting the deduction of Taoism and evolving it into true magical power can he enter the heavenly realm.

What does a moment of a thousand years mean?
This is his Taoism, used to educate the creatures in the Jiangshantu... and it will last for far more than a thousand years.

If he wanted, he could even let this young man spend ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years, in the sound of admonitions! Torture his mind and drive him crazy!
"Let me in!"

Situ Junrui stood up suddenly and covered Shen Yi's body with his palm.

At the same time, the chanting sounds all around were loud, like thunder piercing the ears, and continued without end!

"Ho...ho!"

Situ Junrui stared at the handsome face of the young man, and soon caught a trace of irritation in it. Surprise finally emerged in his heart. In his own Dao Palace, it was easy to kill the other party!
However, before he could even breathe three breaths of joy, he stayed where he was again.

Because ever since that trace of irritability appeared, there has been no change, as if no matter whether it was ten thousand years or a hundred thousand years, the other person's emotions could only fluctuate to this extent.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, but the desolation in his eyes did not increase too much.

He walked towards the futon again.

"you you!"

Faced with this incomprehensible scene.

Situ Junrui subconsciously took a few steps back and then accidentally fell to the ground. How could anyone ignore his Taoism? Even if it was a true celestial realm cultivator, as long as he was hit by the magic formula, he would never be able to remain calm.

"Don't come here!"

Amid the scream, Shen Yi came before the sub-master for the second time.

He leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hand to grab the vague shadow's neck: "It's so noisy."

"..."

Situ Junrui was suddenly lifted up, and then his whole body slammed hard against the main pillar in the hall.

Shen Yi glanced at the cushion under his feet, felt a little uncomfortable, and waved his sleeves casually.

The cushion instantly transformed into a throne.

Shen Yi lifted the hem of his clothes and sat back, supporting his chin with one hand, and raised his eyes slightly to look: "I said, it's too noisy."

In an instant, a flash of scarlet quickly swept across from between the thrones, overflowing the hall, and rendering the entire golden and dazzling landscape painting bright red.

Nine ferocious figures vaguely appeared in the tall palace.

The dragon raised its head and the tiger stepped forward.

The raging roar was like a loud thunder. Under the terrifying sound of the beast, the endless chanting was suddenly suppressed until there was dead silence.

"Hachi! Hachi!"

Situ Junrui seemed to have seen something that made him heart and soul break. He stared at the young man on the throne. Then, a dragon tightly wrapped around the pillar.

"My... My Dao Palace..."

At some point, the original gilded hall had transformed into a demonic and ferocious appearance, as if it was made up of piles of bones.

Shen Yi glanced at it casually and said calmly: "It's my Dao Palace."

Behind him, the remaining eight monsters slowly revealed a ferocious look, causing Situ Junrui to almost faint.

(End of this chapter)