Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Killing three dragons as a greeting gift

 The statues of the gods solemnly slaughtered on the altar are surrounded by incense.

 The slightly thin young man stood quietly, his blood-stained palm resting on the handle of the knife.

The blade seemed to be drawn out in a leisurely manner, but in fact it penetrated the abdomen of Lord Jiaojun and the Fifth Prince in an instant, and then a green light suddenly appeared!

 The clothes and the flesh were torn apart silently.

Shen Yi reached out and pulled out the Jiao Dan, then threw the opponent's body out of the temple.

The tall body of the middle-aged man turned into the body of a hundred-foot-long dragon in a few breaths, and landed with a crash, like an injured loach coiled and twitching on the mountainside.

"You guys continue."

Shen Yi nodded. Although he did not believe in God, he could understand the helplessness of this group of people.

Even in places like the previous life, there were people who believed this, not to mention the troubled times where demons were everywhere. As long as they were not transformed by demons like the River God of Shuiyun Township, he didn't bother to care.

 Turn around and step out of the River Temple.

The pilgrims who had been lining up in a long queue were now in a panic. Even though Shen Yi had deliberately thrown the dragon farther away, the huge earthquake caused still caused many people to fall to the ground.

However, when they saw the young man in black robes walking out, the panic on their faces quickly turned into surprise, and finally turned into a dull expression.

Dozens of demon hunters also looked at the dying dragon in confusion.

Then he saw Shen Yi walking towards the dragon. With a wave of his hand, another ray of green light penetrated its huge and ferocious head.

　　【Kill the Chengdan realm dragon, the total life span is 5100 years, the remaining life span is 1500 years, the absorption is completed】

The two silver bell demon catchers emboldened themselves, stepped closer and clasped their fists: "May I ask which of Mr. Chen's subordinates is your personal accomplice?"

Not to mention ordinary followers, even in front of the demon-suppressing general, the demon catchers don't have to be so reserved. However, this shocking scene before them still made them subconsciously add "adult" after the title.

 “Shen Yi.”

 Shen Yi put the dragon's essence and blood into the silver bell in front of them.

The expressions on the faces of the two demon hunters suddenly became strange. It turned out that they were traveling together... But when did such a ruthless person appear among their traveling companions? !

"In which direction are the other two ends?" Shen Yi asked politely. Maybe the little dragon and Zhang Hengzhou have closer blood connections. The feeling of connection that was created by taking the pill before was used when chasing other dragons. Much weaker.

"..." The demon hunter sighed. They had seen clearly just now that the other party came by moving, and they probably knew that this matter had nothing to do with him and the others.

No longer acting stingy, he simply handed over the two wisps of the dragon's aura that he finally got.

 “Then there's Lord Lao Shen.”

　　Contribution to merit, but before the general returns, it is always a good thing to have two fewer people die.

 “Thank you.”

Shen Yi took the breath, held the dragon's beard and hair, took the huge corpse, and disappeared into the air again.

 After he left, the mountainside became noisy again.

 All the pilgrims in the temple poured out, staring at the horizon where the young man left with wide eyes, and then rushed back to the statue of the god, jostling each other and kowtowing.

 “The river **** appears!”

 Linjiang County, Shuiyun Township.

The river is no longer as calm as before. The waves are turbulent and rolling, like a bottomless mouth that preys on people, which is daunting.

Countless cloud-patterned ink shirts were rustling in the slightly watery river breeze.

 This place is located in the middle section of Yangchun River.

The old man wearing black light black armor holds the Hunyuan halberd in his hand, standing silently on the edge of the river bank, his scarlet cloak slightly dim.

In front of the vast Yangchun River, even the demon-suppressing general in the Baodan realm, who possesses the Yin God, seems somewhat powerless.

Chen Qiankun didn't know whether Old Jiaolong was dead or alive, or whether he was still in Yangchunjiang.

 But as long as the old dragon didn't show up, he could only stay by the river.

 Because other than him, there is no other person in Linjiang County who can recognize the other party. The person closest to Mr. Chen Qiankun is not a general, but a strong and muscular young man, dressed as a captain with three stripes.

“I finally took a break for a while, and when I came out, I faced the Jiao Clan who were in the Baodan realm. Isn't it a bit annoying for me?” Chen Qiankun smiled.

“No, I just feel that I am of no use and feel a little guilty.” Fang Heng slowly clenched his palms.

"You are still young, but we old people are useless and failed to buy you enough time." Chen Qiankun was a little sad. When he was young, his cultivation level was not as good as these little guys.

Thinking of this, he consoled him: "You are already someone your peers need to look up to, and there is no need to compare with a group of old guys."

"Looking up?" Fang Heng laughed at himself and did not refute, but a figure inexplicably passed through his mind.

 At this moment, a demon catcher came quickly.

 Chen Qiankun stopped smiling: "Have you ever captured them?"

This time more than a dozen extremely experienced Yinling demon hunters came. It took three to five days, but there should be some gains.

 “No, but…” The demon catcher's words stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence.

 “But what?” Fang Heng asked worriedly.

However, he found that Mr. Chen had withdrawn his eyes and looked towards the sky.

Under the gaze of everyone in the Suppressing Demon Division, three huge dragons appeared in the foggy sky, their dark scales glowing with cold light. Each of them was no smaller than the one in Qingfeng Mountain.

At this moment, they slammed towards the ground with lightning speed!

Boom—

Many of the captains looked horrified and slightly covered their faces with their arms, subconsciously blocking the incoming wind.

 When the smoke and dust dispersed, the young man walking slowly down from the corpse of the dragon was immediately seen.

 Some people are unfamiliar with that fair face, but some people are extremely familiar with it.

Fang Heng held his breath and scratched his hair in confusion.

Chen Qiankun raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at the three notorious princes of the Yangchun Jiang Jiao clan. They were all lifeless at the moment. Their abdominal cavities were opened, and their death looks were very familiar.

 Then, his eyes fell on the young man's face.

 “Shen Yi has met Old General Chen.”

The young man in a black shirt walked up to the crowd and clasped his fists slightly.

His collar is a symbol that belongs exclusively to Chen Qiankun. Logically speaking, the two of them should have been close friends for many years.

 But at this moment, both of them looked businesslike... They didn't seem to know each other very well.

"But the three-headed dragon demons were all killed by Master Shen." The demon catcher shrugged and finished the second half of the sentence.

Hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face became a little more complicated.

He once glanced at the other person when he left Qingfeng Mountain. Now that we meet again, the young man still seems to be calm and reserved, but he seems to have changed drastically.

 “I've actually been waiting for you.”

 The old man sighed, with a smile on his lips: "But I'm afraid you'll come to me."

 Zong Bing has five extremely talented disciples. He, Chen Qiankun, has lived for more than 800 years, and he also wants a similar young man to inherit his mantle.

However, he feels that it is a waste to keep such talents by his side. For young people, joining the monster hunting talents is a more challenging, but also more beneficial choice for their future.

 At this point, he took a deep look at Shen Yi and said, "What I never dreamed of was that you and I would meet in this way."

Take a three-headed Jiaojun who is no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou as a meeting gift...

 It's a bit too rich.

It was so rich that even the long-quiet heart of his veteran general was like the Yangchun River in front of him, stirring up turbulent waves.

 (End of this chapter)

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