Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 37
In a room in the Changqing Hall, Qian Daohui's thin body was sitting on a chair trembling.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and patted the table. This action was full of anger, depression and uneasiness.

Qian Biao died, which he never expected.

It is a big joke that a spiritual cultivator in the state of turning blades will die at the hands of a young martial artist, and no one will believe it if he tells it.

But just half an hour ago, this incident happened at the back mountain of Beiyan Peak.

Qian Daohui walked out of the room and stood in the yard, looking at the tall pavilion not far away.

That is Baodian Pavilion, the sacred place of Yehaizong, and there is an old man there. Although he seems to have no other intentions to concoct alchemy, everyone in Yehaizong knows that he is the master of Yehaizong. One sentence, one decision, may be able to change the direction of Ye Haizong.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in black walked into the yard.

When Qian Daohui saw this person, his heart skipped a beat.

This person is Jiang Bei, the close disciple of the Supreme Elder. Although Jiang Bei is only a middle-level Kaiyuan, because he is the disciple of the Supreme Elder, no one dares to disrespect him.

Jiang Bei appeared at this time, could it be that the elder Taishang knew what happened tonight.

"Junior brother Jiang." Qian Daohui greeted first.

"Senior Brother Qian, Master asked you to go to Baodian Pavilion." Jiang Bei said politely.

"Okay." Qian Daohui felt bad.

Jiang Bei turned and left first, Qian Daohui followed behind with a solemn expression, and the two walked towards Baodian Pavilion one after the other.

Not long after, the two walked into the Baodian Pavilion and arrived at the door of the alchemy room of the Supreme Elder.

Jiang Bei told Qian Daohui to wait, he pushed the door lightly and entered, and went in to report.

After a while, Jiang Bei opened the door and came out, asking Qian Dao to go back in.

Qian Daohui walked into the alchemy room carefully, and immediately felt surrounded by the fragrance of the alchemy, which was also mixed with a powerful aura that made people fear.

The alchemy room is very large, separated by a huge screen, the outer room is empty and quiet, and there is warmth from the inner room, obviously the medicine cauldron is burning.

Qian Daohui and Jiang Bei stopped at the screen, Qian Daohui said in a low voice: "Qian Daohui sees the Supreme Elder."

"I heard something happened to Qian Biao?"

Inside the screen, came a low and angry voice.

Qian Daohui frowned, and replied in a low voice: "Elder Taihang, Qian Biao was killed."

"Is there really such a thing?"

"Yes, he was killed by Feng Ting of the Beiwu Hall with treacherous tricks." Qian Daohui replied immediately.

"I heard that Feng Ting hasn't led the spirit into the sea yet."

"Yes, he has already stepped into the first stage of Douwang, and he will never be able to lead his spirit into the sea again for the rest of his life."

Qian Daohui knew what the Supreme Elder cared about, and knew what kind of information he should reveal to the Supreme Elder.

"So that's how it is." The voice inside was obviously disappointed, paused for a while, and then said: "I also heard that he distributes cultivation pills to martial arts disciples?"

"I don't know about that, I think it's unlikely." Qian Daohui pretended not to think so.

There was a moment of silence behind the screen, and he said silently: "Leave this matter alone, I will deal with it when my furnace pill is ready."

"Yes, Elder Taishang."

Qian Daohui's hand was tightly held by him in the sleeve.

It seemed that the Supreme Elder's attention had been drawn to Feng Ting's side, which was the most unacceptable fact for him.

"Okay, you go down."

"Yes, Supreme Elder, I will take my leave."

Qian Daohui backed away immediately, and gently retreated to the door, then turned and left.

He walked down the Baodian Pavilion step by step, and walked out of the square in front of the Baodian Pavilion.

Every step he takes seems to be easy, but in fact it is extremely heavy.

Finally, away from Baodian Pavilion, Qian Daohui stopped and looked back.

The fear in his eyes gradually disappeared, becoming cold and determined.

"No matter what, you can't stay."

He seemed to be talking to himself, then turned and walked towards the gate of Changqing Hall.

Not long after, a skinny black figure appeared on the back mountain of Beiyan Peak. He hid outside the pig and cow forest, quietly observing.

At this moment, the night is about to pass, and it is the darkest time of the day.

The mountain behind Beiyan Peak is inaccessible, and it is even more peaceful and deep, as if no one has ever touched any grass or tree.

Qian Daohui never thought that he would sneak attack a 16-year-old boy, and this boy was actually a martial artist.

But at this moment, this 16-year-old boy has already threatened the big plan that his elder brother Qian Daoshen has planned for ten years. Even if he is punished by the Supreme Elder, he must be killed.

"Whoosh."

Qian Daohui didn't want to wait any longer, he fled into the woods with a shock.

His speed is not only faster than Qian Biao, but also more weird, like a ghost in the night.

Even though he flew past those fragrant pigs and medicinal cows, he still didn't disturb them.

In an instant, he appeared within 300 meters of the big tree, once again confirming that Feng Ting was in the canopy of the tree.

At this moment, Feng Ting on the big tree also floated down from the tree.

Qian Daohui stopped involuntarily, and looked at Fengting 50 meters away.

He didn't understand that he was so fast and light, let alone a martial artist, even the twelve spiritual practitioners could not perceive his existence.

Why did Feng Ting know that he was coming?
Is it an ambush!

Although Qian Daohui was frightened, but because he knew that there was no one in Ye Haizong except the elder Taishang who could do anything to him, so he just stabilized his body but did not leave.

Since you can't sneak attack, then swagger and kill him!

Qian Biao looked at Feng Ting coldly: "Feng Ting, I didn't want to make you suffer."

"You Qian family members are so arrogant." Feng Ting shook his head boredly.

"It's not arrogance, it's self-confidence!"

"Qian Yao, Qian Tong, Qian Heng, and Qian Biao are also very confident, but how are they doing now?" Feng Ting stared at Qian Biao.

At this time, the twelve spiritual practitioners who were one mile away had already arrived.

However, because they were too different from Qian Daohui's realm, they did not take the initiative to attack, but stood 20 meters away from Qian Daohui, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Li Yuan shouted: "Qian Daohui, if you hurt junior brother, the Supreme Elder will not let you go."

Qian Daohui sneered: "The elder Taishang really loves talents, but what he loves are living geniuses."

Although these words are vicious, they are also true.

Ding Chundong glared angrily: "Qian Daohui, you are in a high position, and you did such a shameless thing, you are too shameless."

He Zhong also yelled: "Qian Daohui, if you dare to touch my junior brother, our senior brother will fight to the death with you."

Zeng Wenbu said respectfully: "Uncle Qian Daohui, since your whereabouts have been exposed, please go back."

Qian Daohui showed killing intent in his eyes, and said with a stern smile, "I want to kill Fengting, but you can only watch. And I don't intend to let the twelve of you continue to exist."

As soon as these words came out, Qian Daohui was ready to make a move.

At this moment, a mouth suddenly opened and closed in the grass under his feet, biting his ankle with a snap.

"what!"

A strong spiritual practitioner like Qian Daohui also cried out in pain.

The one biting Qian Daohui was a fragrant pig sleeping at his feet. When Qian Daohui was standing here, he had already seen this fragrant pig.

He didn't care, but he never expected that this little guy would bite him, let alone that this fragrant pig would bite so hard.

At this moment, he felt as if his ankle had been bitten off.

"boom."

Subconsciously, Qian Daohui slapped Xiangzhu on the head.

This blow was very heavy, the Xiang pig should have been beaten into ten thousand pieces, but instead of being smashed, it was bitten even harder.

"what!"

Originally, even if his ankle was broken, it wouldn't make Qian Daohui feel so heartbroken.

How could Feng Ting let go of this opportunity, his figure was like lightning, the edge of his fist was like thunder, and he rushed towards him with the sixth stroke of the fist.

So powerful!
Qian Daohui focused his eyes and raised his palms to greet him.

"boom."

The six levels of force were like a mountain, hitting Qian Daohui's palm, but it was Feng Ting who was knocked back.

Qian Daohui was also shaken physically and mentally by this punch, he wanted to take the opportunity to retreat a bit, use retreat as an advance, and attack again.

But what he didn't expect was that the fragrant pig, which weighed only more than 60 kilograms, actually dragged his feet, making him only retreat three meters.

Feng Ting, who had been shaken back, turned back again, with a bloodthirsty knife in his hand, the blood-red blade condescendingly piercing Qian Daohui's lower abdomen.

"Snapped."

Although Qian Daohui's body was restrained, his hands were not. With a flip of his palms, his spiritual power surged out, turned into a heavy hammer, and blasted towards Feng Ting.

The heavy hammer was too big for Feng Ting to dodge at all, and its power was too powerful.

"Boom."

The blood-red blade in Feng Ting's hand was about to pierce Qian Daohui's lower abdomen when he was literally blasted out.

"Crack."

Feng Ting's body broke a big tree 20 meters away before falling to the ground.

"flutter."

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his complexion turned pale instantly.

Everything that happened just now was so fast that the twelve spiritual practitioners only attacked at this moment.

Twelve people displayed the Nine Turns Ming Fist at the same time.

Although the realm of the 12 people is far from that of Qian Daohui, the twelve fists cooperate very well. The power released by the twelve fists is far from the power that ordinary Kaiyuan elementary spiritual practitioners should have.

Boxing!

Qian Daohui didn't expect these ordinary Kaiyuan beginners to set up a fist formation, and the power of this fist formation was completely beyond his imagination.

If it weren't for the obvious speed disadvantage of these 12 people, he might really be in trouble.

Even though he can see clearly where the fists of the 12 people are by virtue of his powerful realm advantage, but because the pig under his feet has been dragging his body, making him seem to be dragging a mountain peak, he cannot display his brisk speed at all. .

He could only use all his strength to release the extremely powerful hammer of spiritual power, to defend with attack, and to point with face.

"Bang bang bang..."

The fists of the twelve spiritual practitioners all hit the heavy hammer, and they were all shaken out.If it wasn't for their Jiuzhuan Mingquan's ability to expand and contract freely, they would definitely be shocked to injure their meridians.

And Qian Daohui took advantage of this free time to give the fragrant pig under his feet another paw.

"Boom."

The fragrant pig was hit, but it was still not crushed, nor did it let go of its mouth.

Qian Daohui felt terrified, this is obviously not an ordinary fragrant pig, but it looks like an ordinary fragrant pig.

"Huhuhu..."

The twelve spiritual cultivators attacked again, still with the Nine Turns Fist, and it was still not clear from the wind and rain.

Among the fist edges, there was a bloody blade mixed in it, piercing in like a spirit snake.

(End of this chapter)