After the headless body fell, it seemed to be because of the Daoist robe it only fell a few dozen feet before it stopped and floated in the air.
Zhang Yan's gaze flickered slightly. He raised his hand lightly and raised the sword light in the formation to grind it, turning it into a lump of rotten meat. However, after doing this, he did not remove the sword formation, but swept his gaze downwards.
There were still dozens of heads there, but they were all abnormally sturdy. Although they were chopped back and forth by the sword formation Qi, there was the sound of metal clashing, and they were not damaged in the slightest.
After looking for a while, he said with surprise, "The magical abilities of the Daemon Kings are also extraordinary, but since they are trapped in I's sword formation, they can forget about escaping."
Just as he spoke, one of the heads suddenly shook, and a large cloud of black smoke sprayed out from the stump. In just a moment, it dissipated, and the body actually grew back.
Zhu Bogao stared at Zhang Yan and said, "I don't think I exposed any flaws, so how did you see through it?"
Just like when a qi path cultivator cultivated to the third level of Nascent Soul, they would be able to seal the heavens and earth, when a strength path cultivator cultivated to the fourth level of Nascent Soul, they would also be able to obtain a divine ability. Due to the different inheritances of each cultivation method, the results of each cultivation method were different as well.
And what he had comprehended was called the "Yang in One Breath Technique". If he was defeated in battle, even if only a portion of his body remained, as long as his Primordial Spirit did not dissipate, he could regrow it within an hour.
In order to deceive Zhang Yan, he had even used a treasure of the Devil Sect to pretend that his Primordial Spirit had dissipated, thinking that after Zhang Yan removed the sword formation, he would be able to escape and then turn around. However, he did not expect to be seen through on the spot.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "The pair of jade whiskers of the Daemon Kings are soaked in essence blood, so every time their heads are chopped off, they lose their luster. But one of the heads can protect the spiritual vigor of the two whiskers. This is too obvious. "
Zhu Bogao was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "This battle is won by Zhenren. I bow my head and admit defeat."
He prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Only when I am about to die, I would like to ask for a favor from your esteemed sect, please be magnanimous and let my tribe go. "
Zhang Yan pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "If Yuyuan's troops abide by our agreement and sincerely pledge allegiance, I won't bicker with them. However, I have a few questions to ask the Demon King. I hope you can answer me truthfully. "
When Zhu Bogao heard that there was hope to preserve the lives of his clansmen, he hurriedly said, "Just ask away, Master."
Zhang Yan's eyes turned cold as he said, "May I ask, Monster Kings, did you get help from the Devil Sect when you gathered millions of people at the Mountain Boundary of the Two Continents?"
Zhu Bogao admitted, "It is indeed so. More than a hundred years ago, a few people from the Devil Sect came looking for me. They wanted me to lead my troops to Donghua after the Devil's Cave appeared. To tell you the truth, I still have a son in the Blood Soul Sect. His name is Xiu Dao, but he is actually a hostage. "
He knew that he couldn't hide this matter. It wasn't as if Qincang School didn't have the ability to search one's soul. They could capture his primordial spirit and bring it back for questioning. Instead of being tortured, he might as well tell the truth. Moreover, for the lives of his troops, he had no choice but to do so.
Zhang Yan came down and asked a few more questions. This person answered them truthfully. When he had nothing else to ask, he formed a hand seal and prepared to activate the sword formation. To end it all.
However, Zhu Bogao stretched out his hand and said, "Wait. There's no need to trouble Master Zhang."
He placed his hands on the two jade whiskers by his lips and pulled them down with a chuckle. He knelt on the ground and presented them with both hands, saying, "I have already infused the essence blood I refined over the past eight hundred years into it. I believe that ordinary treasures can't block it, so it can be considered somewhat useful. Today, I will gift it to you, Master. I only hope that you won't forget your previous promise."
Zhang Yan thought for a moment, then raised his hand and grabbed the long whiskers. Without looking at them, he put them into his sleeve. He nodded and said, "I will accept it. Demon Kings, go in peace."
After removing the two whiskers, Zhu Bogao's expression immediately became weary and haggard. He sat down cross-legged and took out a sharp awl from his bag. After looking at it for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed it into the fontanelle. His body suddenly trembled, and the light in his eyes faded. His head drooped down to his chest, and then a wisp of his primordial spirit floated out.
Zhang Yan waved his sleeve, and countless sword lights flashed by, crushing it in an instant.
In the past, this primordial spirit would have been released for reincarnation, but Zhu Bogao had fought him head-on and had seen his means. If he were to escape, it was inevitable that the demonic cultivators would learn of the details of the battle, so he had to be completely annihilated.
With a gentle wave of his hand, he took the sleeve that the person had left behind. After flipping through it, he found the Yuyuan Tribe's Fey King Royal Seal. He nodded subconsciously, and without looking at the other items in the bag, he put them away. He then dispelled the sword formation and leaped lightly. A beam of light tore through the astral clouds and descended. Not long after, he arrived in front of Shousui Mountain.
When the Qincang disciples below saw him, they were all delighted and shouted, "Perfected One is back! Perfected One is back!"
With a turn of the beam of light, he landed on the altar. Zhang Yan retracted the light around him and walked out. Wei Zihong came forward and bowed, saying, "Master."
Zhang Yan said, "Zhu Bogao has been killed by me, and now there is nothing left of him. Zihong, send a disciple to the Yuyuan Tribe and order them to follow the terms of the duel letter and surrender within three days. If they don't, I will use my divine powers and flatten their millions of people."
Han Wangke came forward and cupped his hands, saying, "Junior Apprentice-Brother, I have not done much since I came here. Why don't you leave this matter to me?"
Zhang Yan looked over and nodded with a smile, saying, "Since Senior Apprentice-Brother Han has requested, I will have to trouble Senior Apprentice-Brother to make a trip." He raised his sleeve and took out the royal seal, handing it over to Han Wangke, saying, "Senior Apprentice-Brother, please take this."
Han Wangke carefully put it away, bowed again, and flew towards the Jin River.
Not long later, he arrived at the riverside. He said to Fang Zihong: "I am the envoy of the Qincang, Zhu Bogao is dead, quickly call the person who can make the decision to speak."
His voice traveled far away, after a while, the water in the river surged, a young demon dressed as a scholar floated up while trembling, bowing repeatedly: "Venerable, please wait for a moment, someone has already gone to report."
Then, he called out to the people behind him, and a fish demon that was about ten feet tall carried a cloud couch over. Behind him were two beautiful female servants. The scholar nodded and bowed, "Zhenren, please take a seat."
Han Wangke said plainly: "No need."
The scholar was startled, he turned around and scolded the beautiful servant: "Did you not hear Venerable's words, quickly scram."
The two beautiful servants and the fish demon heard this and hurriedly retreated into the river.
About an hour later, the river suddenly parted. Like a fountain, traces of demonic qi leaked out, next, Yu Yuan tribe's horned tents boat floated up from the water, there were over a hundred demons standing at the bow of the boat, over ten of them were rank four strength path cultivators. All of them were tall and muscular, wearing helmets and armor, holding divine weapons in their hands, they looked arrogant and valiant.
The leader was a thin old man, he wore embroidered robes and a crown on his head. His gaze met Han Wangke's, he jumped up and cupped his fists, saying: "Venerable, I have kept you waiting, I am He Bi. May I ask for Venerable's name? "
Han Wangke's gaze moved down, seeing the carp dragon belt around this old man's waist, there were over ten jade fish of different sizes hanging on it, he was slightly surprised.
He knew the rules of the demon tribe, only those who had the loyalty of at least ten tribes could have a jade fish, but this person had so many. His status in Yu Yuan tribe was not much lower than Zhu Bogao, he returned the greeting, saying: "I am Han Wangke of Qincang School I."
Old He asked again: "Venerable said that the demon kings are already dead, do you have proof?"
Han Wangke pulled open his sleeves, taking out that seal, holding it in his palm, he spread it out in front of everyone, saying: "Everyone should be able to recognize this item."
When the people on the boat saw this seal, their expressions changed, some of them unconsciously exclaimed in shock. Only Old He's expression did not change, he was still calm, he sighed and said: "Since His Majesty is gone, then the matters of the tribe today, I can reluctantly make the decision. I can reluctantly make the decision. If Reverend has any orders, you can tell me. "
Han Wangke heard his words, he sized him up, his expression became slightly warmer, he then told the reason for his visit.
Old He pondered for a moment, then made an inviting gesture, saying: "This is not a good place to talk, Venerable, please enter the boat for a chat."
Han Wangke immediately agreed, following him onto the boat, into an open room, Old He invited him to take a seat, ordered someone to serve tea, then instructed the attendants beside him to leave, he then raised his hand, activating the restriction, he asked in a low voice: "May I ask, Venerable, where is Zhu Bogao's corpse?"
Han Wangke said: "It has already been turned to dust."
Old He seemed to be relieved, he said: "I have long wanted to join the high sect, but Zhu Bogao's magic power is strong, and he secretly colluded with the demon sect, this old man and the other tribe elders also have the heart but not the power, we did not mean to make things difficult for the high sect."
Han Wangke made an 'oh' sound, he turned his body slightly, looked at him and said: "Forgive me for offending you, Daoist He, as a demon cultivator, why would you have such thoughts?"
Daoren said: "To be honest, when the previous sect master led the twelve grotto-heavens to attack my North Underworld, this old man's ancestor was conferred a title by your sect, because of this the clan was able to prosper. Although the title was lost later on, every day I don't think about how I can serve the high sect."
Han Wangke said in surprise: "So Old He and my Qincang School have such a relationship, no wonder, no wonder."
He looked surprised, but in his heart he did not take it seriously. When the Qincang School attacked the North Underworld, there were many demon cultivators who were conferred titles.
But hundreds of years ago, during the internal strife in the school, most of them tore up the title, if they did not establish their own sect, then they went to join the eight divisions. But now that he had a use for this person, there was no need to say it.
Old He said again: "Although Zhu Bogao is dead, but his relatives and generals may not be willing to admit defeat. In at most two days, this old man will clean them up, then lead the troops ashore, and submit to the high sect."
Han Wangke nodded and said: "That's good."
The two of them spoke a little more, and Han Wangke wanted to go back to report, but at this time, Old He stopped him, saying: "Zhenren Han, wait, this old man has a big gift to give to Zhenren Zhang."
With a wave of his hand, he removed the surrounding restrictions, then sent out a spell. After a while, he saw a tall fish demon walk in, hugging a person tightly under each armpit.
A strange look appeared in Han Wangke's eyes, and he immediately stood up to take a look, saying in a low voice: "Devil Sect cultivators?"
Old He also stood up, saying: "These two were found at the riverbank, and they were already heavily injured at that time. This old man deduces that when Zhenren Zhang and Zhu Bogao were fighting, these two wanted to peek, and were accidentally affected by the divine arts, which is why they are like this."
Han Wangke laughed, turned around, and said: "Good job, Daoist He. I will take these two away now, and when I return, I will naturally ask Junior Brother Zhang for your merit."
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