Ever since Invikill was given this name, he had always been known for his' Shadow Body Technique '. Even his subordinates in the hall were afraid of him. He was so proud that he did not even use his real name. From then on, he lived for the name' Invikill '.
When he followed the hall master to the Residence of Killing Intent, he was like the second master of the Hall of Killing Intent. He was no longer a shadow that could not see the light of day. Even if the sun shone on him, he would not appear humble.
But today, a junior had used a wandering cultivator's monkey-like acrobatics to trap him underground. His self-esteem had been seriously wounded. He decided that he had to let this junior personally see his body being dismembered and howled in pain for three to five days and nights. Only then would the hatred in his heart disappear.
It was not that difficult to accomplish this. What was difficult was to escape from here.
His breathing became more and more difficult. The pressure that came from all directions was slowly squeezing his living space. It was as if his chest was on fire. But he knew that this junior would have to expend a great deal of energy to trap him like this.
This junior had almost used up all of his strength when he came out of the palace. Now that he had been trapped for so long, he must be on the verge of exhaustion. As long as he could persist for a little longer, he would definitely win.
After he escaped from here …
His breathing almost stopped. His consciousness gradually blurred.
No!
I can't suffocate to death here!
I want to put that junior to death by a thousand cuts!
This monkey-like acrobatic acrobatics of a wandering cultivator, just what was it that he could not even move his demon yuan?
"I'll let him go!"
An angry roar came down, startling him a little.
"Commander, you don't have to worry. Before I was a butcher, I have cut off countless pig heads. My knife is still sharp, so I can naturally cut off this demon head!"
"You have to make sure you cut it accurately. My life is in the hands of a butcher like you!"
When Invikill heard this, he could not help but shiver. As he had expected, this junior could not hold on any longer and had called for his subordinates to come down. As soon as he came out of the ground, he would cut off his own head.
At least he didn't become muddle-headed from the boredom. With just a simple conversation, he was able to understand the ins and outs of the situation. At this moment, his mind suddenly became quick-witted. He secretly held back his anger and made up his mind not to let the little bastard get what he wanted.
"Great Commander, you don't have to worry. It's accurate. I guarantee that there won't be any delays!"
"Alright, I'll trust you this time, Old Zhu. If anything goes wrong, all of us will have to die here. There's no need to wait for the future to settle accounts."
"What are you talking about? If anything goes wrong, I, Old Zhu, will kowtow and apologize to you on the way to the Yellow Springs!"
"Then I'll let him go!"
Invikill was already at his limit, but because he heard that there was hope for survival, he forced himself to endure. Unexpectedly, the conversation between these two was endless. Now that he heard that they were finally finished, he secretly suppressed his aura, waiting for the strange force that was restricting him to disappear, then he would give the little bastard a pleasant surprise.
Sure enough, he didn't wait in vain. The ground suddenly returned to normal. It smelled the same and tasted the same. It also stopped twisting there on its own, as if it had fallen into a space-time turbulence.
Devil aura surged out from the Source Sea and poured into his limbs and bones. His five internal organs received new strength and began to circulate again. The strength of the Devil Body was restored, and the Shadow Body Technique was naturally activated.
He entered the state of Soul Shadow and was filled with absolute confidence. But he wasn't in a hurry to go out. There was still a butcher's knife waiting for him outside. It would not be too late to give the little bastard a surprise after he thought he had suffocated to death.
But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the rest of the conversation.
Could it be that he hadn't appeared for a long time, so shouldn't they be talking about it?
His heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be that he had been tricked by the little bastard?
Thinking of this, he hurriedly released his Devil Sense to check the situation on the ground. Sure enough, there was not a single shadow within a radius of ten zhang. The little bastard's strength was probably not enough and he was afraid of losing his life, so he was bluffing there and then taking the opportunity to escape. No wonder he spoke so loudly for me to hear.
"Cunning evil creature, you think you can run away?!"
He suddenly burst into a rage. He suddenly pushed open the soil layer and soared into the sky.
"Now is the time!" A voice that he had never heard before suddenly sounded.
"Die!" Amidst the loud roar, a stout man appeared out of nowhere. He swung a large machete and slashed at the void.
It's over!
By the time Invikill realized his impulsiveness, it was already too late.
Before he lost consciousness, he only heard Huang Shaoyu's mocking words. "Don't you know that when butchers kill pigs, they cut their throats and let out their blood. Who would be so stupid as to chop off a pig's head?"
The large machete accurately chopped Invikill's head. His head and body were separated. He escaped from the Shadow Body Technique and fell to the ground. Dark red devil blood slowly gushed out, and his eyes were wide open in death.
Huang Shaoyu slowly walked out from the darkness and spat at the corpse. Then, he turned around with a flattering smile and cupped his hands towards a young man behind him. "Many thanks for Brother Xiaolang's guidance. Otherwise, I would be dead for sure."
"Not at all. Dealing with the devil race is a matter of the Nine Great Sects."
The young man smiled and cupped his hands back. "Besides, Brother Qiuyu is Brother Shaoyu's sworn brother. No matter what, I won't just stand by and watch."
The young man was Ye Xiaolang of the Sword Discussion Peak.
Huang Shaoyu really couldn't squeeze out even a drop of strength. He sat down on the ground and said, "Oh right, why did Brother Xiaolang come? Did Qiuyu send a letter back to the Court Of Sword? "
"That's not it." Ye Xiaolang said, "I got the news from the Heavenly Policy Pavilion. I just happened to be in the Human Realm, so I came to see what the devil race is up to. I just happened to run into them."
"Oh? Then who sent the news? "Huang Shaoyu became even more curious.
"This person is called Xue Tianya. He's an idiot who loves to meddle in other people's business. Let me tell you, if you meet him, you have to stay far away. Previously, I was just playing with a little girl, and he said that I was bullying the weak, and … "
"Cough, cough …" He suddenly stopped. "In any case, he only learned to be obedient after I beat him up. Alright, Brother Shaoyu, rest here first.
I'll go deal with the other devils. "
Huang Shaoyu was startled, and then he laughed secretly. He knew that the one who got beaten up was definitely someone else. He didn't expose him, but smiled and cupped his hands. "Then I'll have to trouble you!"
Ye Xiaolang left Huang Shaoyu's place. On the way, he dealt with a dozen or so devil thugs as he headed towards the core battlefield. However, he felt a little diffident. He'd better not meet the main character just now. Otherwise, if the main character heard it, he'd lose all his face.
On one hand, he prayed that Xue Tianya wasn't here. On the other hand, he was shocked by the continuous destruction of the battlefield. There were countless signs of stacking techniques, sword Qi, saber light, and devil miasma. It looked as if the Demon-Buster Conference had started in advance.
He was still young. Ten years ago, the Demon-Buster Conference was just a kid. Naturally, he didn't have the chance to participate. This time, he definitely had to go. The reason why he had to go was to end the chaos at Sword Discourse Peak.
Although Sword Discourse Peak looked harmonious on the surface, it was still fighting fiercely for the undecided top seat. Although it wasn't to the extent of killing each other, the senior and junior brothers who had grown up together felt that they had a chance to fight for the top seat because of their master's negligence and carelessness. Everyone felt that they had a chance to fight for the top seat. The originally friendly relationship had split into various factions.
Master Lu Wuzhang was so engrossed in studying sword techniques that he didn't even have the time to take care of his own clothes and hair. How could he care about these mundane matters? His high profile caused his senior and junior brothers to appear harmonious on the surface, but in reality, once there was a dispute, it would be extremely fierce. Often, they wouldn't stop until the Disciplinary Council intervened. Although Cangjian Peak was weak, they were really like a family. They ate, drank, and played around every day. Although there weren't many of them, it was very lively. Thus, Jiang Yi loved to join them.
Thus, he decided to go to the Demon-Buster Conference and make a name for himself so that he could naturally take over the top seat and end the conflict between his senior and junior brothers. He wanted Sword Discourse Peak to regain its former peace.
Thus, when he heard that there were demons in Tianjing, he didn't care that it was that annoying Xue Tianya's call. He just wanted to meet the experts of the demon race in advance and see how capable they were.
As he walked, he suddenly heard the sound of an arrow piercing through the air. It was very weak, showing the weakness of the person who shot the arrow. However, the person was still fighting unyieldingly. Jiang Yi turned towards the source of the sound.
It was still a dilapidated residence. It was better than the core battlefield, but it wasn't much better. There were already many corpses on the ground. They didn't look like orthodox demons.
Jiang Yi squatted down and flipped one over to take a look. The skin color was slightly different. Apart from the Asura Realm's foreign race and the Devil Realm's Ghost Race, there was nothing else he could think of.
After sizing them up for a moment, Jiang Yi recognized them as the Ghost Race recorded in the books. The Ghost Race was good at using poison curses, such as the Black Blood Curse, Yellow Springs Curse, Ghost Mourning Curse, Piercing Blood Curse, and so on. All of them were extremely vicious and horrifying curses.
Jiang Yi immediately became more cautious and groped his way into the darkness.
"Who's there!"
A low panting shout that sounded like that of an injured beast came from behind the door of a residence. The sound of a bow being drawn could be heard.
The person he heard just now must be this person.
Through the crack in the door, Jiang Yi saw that it was an archer with black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin. He was undoubtedly a human because the corpses on the ground had all been killed by arrows.
"I am Ye Xiaolang, a disciple of the Court Of Sword's Sword Discourse Peak." He smiled and cupped his hands. "Brother, please don't panic. I'm here to help. How should I address you?"
"Lu Bai Chuan …" The person panted. "Sword Discourse Peak? Since you're from the same sect as Dragon Head, I'll believe you …"
"Same sect?" Ye Xiaolang was stunned. "May I ask which senior brother is Dragon Head?"
"My Dragon Head is Cangjian Peak's new disciple, Yan Li!" Lu Bai Chuan said.
"Junior Brother Yan!" Ye Xiaolang was greatly shocked. "Why is he here?"
"Our Yanshan Robber, Mister Second, was captured by Li Xueyi. We just saved him and were about to escape, but we were stopped by the Devil Race," Lu Bai Chuan said.
"So that's how it is!" Ye Xiaolang slapped his head, coming to a sudden realisation as he grinned, "Don't panic, Brother Lu. With my relationship with junior apprentice-brother Yan, I will definitely help you. Quickly tell me where the enemy is. This little brother will go take his life right now."
"I don't dare. If I agree to Young Hero's request, wouldn't I mess up the hierarchy? Young Hero is Senior Brother Dragon Head. You can just call me Bai Chuan, "Lu Bai Chuan said. "The one chasing me is a Ghost Race called Huang Zhu. He has a pure bloodline and a horn on his head. He is very difficult to deal with and very cunning …" He gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
"Cunning? What do you mean? "Ye Xiaolang asked.
"He knows that my arrows are fatal, so he used a method to control the corpses to consume my strength … They're here!"
As he spoke, a few human-like beasts popped their heads out from the roof. They stared fiercely at Lu Bai Chuan, saliva dripping from their mouths.
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