Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

kill

When Chang Siliu spat out one word, the sound of killing shook the sky, the Ghost Mountain shook, and the gloomy miasma spread out like water waves, continuously.

With a movement of his body, he came to the side of Taoist Zhaofeng. With great momentum, he slashed down with a sword, bright and bright, cutting both the body and the mind.

puff

Taoist Zhaofeng used his magic power and pushed his sleeve horizontally, but he couldn't resist it. The entire sleeve exploded, revealing a scarred arm.

As he retreated from the battle, he used various methods, but the sword light was too sharp and broke.

Help me!

Once again, Tao Zhaofeng coughed up blood and lost all his strength. He had no choice but to roar and help the other twelve people.

Two people came to help, and the Law Enforcement Palace came with a fierce force. There were no eggs left in the nest, and no one could escape.

Roar

An ugly, hairless monk was shaken, with black air billowing from all over his body. His skin was bulging, as if a layer had been peeled off, and he turned into a terrifying demonic figure and flew away.

Whoosh

Yin Qingzi, one of the Twelve Loose People, pressed his thumb on the palm of his hand, and there was a slight flicker of light. He flicked his hand, and it seemed that something had broken out. It was so fast that it could not be seen clearly at all.

Rumble...

Chang Siliu sensed the danger, and the Taibai Sword Yuan sprouted all over his body, and strands of Gengjin Qi intertwined with each other to form a large ball of Hunyuan.

The demonic shadow pounced on it and shook the Hunyuan ball, but there was really no gap to get through, and it was chipped away bit by bit.

Ding

A vicious thin needle appeared on the Hunyuan ball. It was covered with fine and tiny runes.

Qiang

Chang Siyou collected the sword energy around him, slashed the sword, and struck it on the thin needle. It did not damage the object, but hit it back, breaking into Yin Qingzi's body.

No……

Yin Qingzi screamed, his eyes dimmed, and his figure fell like a dead tree, no longer turbulent.

At the same time, Chang Siyou swung dozens of swords. The sword lights stacked up and rolled across the sky like a torrent. All the magical weapons along the way were destroyed and shattered into slag.

The hairless monk sat still in the void, with demonic energy like clouds, manifesting an evil Buddha. He moved his hand as if he wanted to divide and rule the heaven.

boom

The sword light rolled past, breaking the boundary. The helpless monk shuddered, and was directly destroyed like a torrent passing over a mountain.

He killed two Guishenshan Sanren in a row. His aura was high, his swordsmanship was fierce, and he was unstoppable!

Taoist Zhaofeng's face changed continuously, ranging from frustration, fear, to madness, and finally turned into a dull determination.

I've been running Guishen Mountain for two hundred years, and I just had such a good atmosphere, but you ruined it. How can I not complain?

He knew that the Ghost Mountain could not withstand it, but when Chang Siyou led the crowd to perform feats, he felt resentful and unwilling to accept it.

then……

He dug the earth's veins, and the earth's energy as majestic as river water burst out, rushing up to the miasma. The black and yellow energy was churning endlessly, creating chaos.

After that, he put most of the broken ghosts and gods into motion to form a shield, trying his best to suppress the chaos.

Like a depressed oil field, the breath is hot and hot. As long as there is a slight fire, it will explode immediately.

boom

Taoist Zhaofeng lit the fire of life, and his figure was like a burning firewood, igniting the chaotic and oppressive world. There was an aura of boundless terror, raging rampantly, and surging winds, blowing out the vitality of living creatures.

The fire burned fiercely, fueled by inspiration, and once it gained momentum, it could no longer be suppressed, and swallowed up everything in Guishen Mountain.

Hahaha, let's bury them together here.

Taoist Zhaofeng stood in the chaotic world, watching the monks being swallowed up by the sinister wind and earthly fire. The boulders flew upside down, crushing the flesh and blood bodies, and wisps of terrifying energy pierced the sky.

He laughed maniacally and turned to look at the Law Enforcement Hall personnel, hoping to see them destroyed, but a wave of air came over him and his body turned into ashes and disappeared.

So cruel.

Chang Siliu glanced at the shattered Ghost Mountain, and then looked at the world outside. The formation was locked in the sky, and the fierce air flow flew like a dragon, destroying the form of life.

Taoist Zhaofeng was so disheartened that he took the entire Ghost Mountain to bury him. He didn't care about his own people at all and just wanted to kill them.

what to do?

The monks in the law enforcement team were panicking. There was no way to escape from this situation. Staying here would be a dead end.

boom

The entire Ghost Mountain collapsed.

The earth's energy vented wildly, dozens of miles of land collapsed, and the vibrations could be felt hundreds of miles away. The black and yellow energy in the sky was entangled, like a long tombstone, standing high.

…

Chang Silu and others returned with a great victory, the Ghost Mountain was destroyed, and three hundred Qi Refining Realm masters were killed in one battle, as well as twelve Foundation Establishment Realm monks. Their outstanding achievements shocked the Law Enforcement Hall.

There are rumors that an Iron Punishment Division Chief cannot escape. As long as he sits on it, Chang Siyou will become a high-ranking member of the Law Enforcement Hall.

I just don’t know why, but this matter remains unresolved. It has never been really settled and the rumors have not been refuted. It’s very strange.

Cough cough cough...

In the Black Abyss Prison, a man walked up. He had a dignified appearance, probably a young man, but his temples were already stained a little gray. He was coughing, and when he touched it with his hand, he could see traces of bright red.

His body was a little weak, but his waist was straight. Walking in the darkness, feeling the dark eyes of the prisoners in the cell, he was not afraid at all and felt very calm.

The sword element invaded the body and destroyed the foundation. There is probably no way to escape this time.

Chang Siliu wiped the blood from his hands and looked calm. When the Ghost Mountain collapsed, he forced the Taibai Sword Sutra to run, exhausted his mana, and protected the entire law enforcement team.

However, this time, the body was squeezed too hard, and it could not be restored as before. After a period of cultivation, the foundation was really shaken, and the strength of the whole body was greatly damaged, and it was almost useless.

Because of this, his position as Director of Iron Punishment has been pending, and it seems that it will not be implemented.

Brother Chen...

He didn't feel there was any unwillingness, he just wanted to come to the Black Abyss Prison and see Chen Sheng.

Still the same as before.

Under the window sill in Area A 11, the man remained unchanged. He was raising spiritual herbs, setting up a master's chair and a futon, looking calm and peaceful.

Even though he knew that Chen Sheng was in charge of the 10th team of the Dark Blade and his power had greatly increased, the feeling remained the same.

Probably, this is the real master.

Why is it hurt like this?

Chen Sheng was a little surprised when he saw Chang Siliu. His body was empty and his sword was in chaos, like a disordered human magnetic field, as if it was useless.

Brother Chen, I destroyed the Ghost Mountain. There were three hundred cave masters and twelve scattered people on it. If Taoist Zhaofeng hadn't been too ruthless, we might have been able to escape intact.

Chang Sixiu's state of mind was actually calm, and he did not feel resentful that he had fallen into a trough. He even laughed when talking about the achievements of Guishen Mountain.

This is his choice. If you act according to your heart, you can accept it no matter how desperate you are.

It's easy to break if it's too strong. You're too strong.

Chen Sheng had a lot to say, but he just sighed. Being able to do things according to your heart is already an extraordinary life.

It is true that success is too insignificant and failure is too insignificant.

Chang Siliu stayed true to his true nature, worked hard all the way, and his magic power increased greatly. He gained a great reputation, and before he was a hundred years old, he was about to reach the top of the Law Enforcement Palace.

Because the sharpness was too strong, it was broken halfway and the journey of progress was stopped.

Yes, so I have to retire early.

Chang Siliu chuckled, having fallen into such a situation, he no longer wanted to kill the enemy, so he could only restrain his strength, return to the fields, and become an idle worker.

I can accept it, but when I think about it, it’s still a bit sad.

The good years, after they have fully bloomed, are like fireworks and are no longer stunning. The taste of this is unknown to outsiders.

That's not necessary.

Chen Sheng changed the subject.

Brother Chen has a way!

Chang Sixiang was overjoyed to be able to continue killing and killing, but he still didn't want to retire.

Yes, I can help you recover, but there are some things that you cannot recover from.

Chen Sheng is a second-level top alchemist who has reached the threshold of the third level. Chang Xiang's injuries would be hopeless for others to deal with, but in his opinion, they are not yet at the end of the road.

However, Chang Sixiu's injuries were too serious.

Major injuries and minor injuries, old injuries and new injuries, all at once are caused by practicing the Taibai Western Classic. If you practice bravely and diligently, but do not cultivate in time, even if you recover, the original vitality will be greatly damaged.

This is already good.

Chang Siliu accepted it calmly. The swordsman's killing power was unparalleled, but he was strong and easy to break, and he rarely died at the end of his life.

But so what.

Fight for the day and night, and seek pleasure.

enough.