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Chapter 408: Shen Miao Zhu Returns to Great Tian
Chapter 408: Shen Miao Zhu Returns to Great Tian
【Slaying the Soul Transformation Realm Golden-Winged Nine-Striped Ferocious Tiger, with a total lifespan of 76,000 years, and 21,000 years remaining, absorption complete】
As the last prompt flashed before his eyes:
The three Great Demon Kings had offered a total of 72,000 years of lifespan to Shen Yi.
【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 88,000 years】
Shen Yi casually picked up the Nanyang Robe on the ground, draped it over himself, and now had three precious Elder-made robes, including the ones from the deer and snake demons.
"..."
He stripped the two demons bare, looking at the black robe in his hands, smoother than silk, and gently caressed the Nanyang pattern with his fingertips.
A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The more he learned, the more mysterious the Nanyang Sect seemed, rather than becoming clearer.
The previous robe could be explained as a gift prepared in advance for the birthday celebration, but suddenly, a major change occurred, and it was never delivered.
But how could he explain all these things now?
The robe was not ordinary clothing and needed to be washed regularly.
Even with a few extra sets as backup, it was unlikely that they had enough for every demon to have one.
And those magic treasures and pills, with the sect on the verge of destruction... were they just left in the armory gathering dust?
Even the caves left behind by the disciples were filled with treasures, enough to support countless cultivators exploring for tens of thousands of years, nurturing countless large and small factions.
Under normal circumstances, they should have used all their resources to resist with all their might.
If they couldn't win, they should have fled with their treasures.
The current situation was more like a group of sect cultivators enjoying a hot pot and singing, only to suddenly evaporate, leaving behind a dead and silent immortal sect, intact and untouched.
Even the protective magic arrays remained undamaged.
"Daoist plaque..."
Shen Yi stood in the fourth cave, pondering for a moment.
Then he raised his eyes and looked around.
After reaching the limit of the Dao Palace, he suddenly felt a sense of irritability rising within him.
It was as if a growing child was forcibly stuffed into a narrow jar.
The suffocating feeling came from this world.
Although the sky was boundless and clear, it seemed so illusory and cramped.
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze.
Compared to the ethereal and vague mental state, his physical condition was even worse.
The golden sand transformed by the Demon Command Golden Arrow showed no signs of dissipating with time; instead, it became more ferocious, gradually forming a shackle in his five organs, completely sealing them off.
Shen Yi opened the panel and began exchanging for demonic origins.
He poured four of them in consecutively.
The soul of the Golden-Winged Nine-Striped Ferocious Tiger was slowly sent into the Guardian Stone by Shen Yi.
The next moment, the Golden-Winged Tiger Demon with wings on its back transformed into radiant light and leaped out from between Shen Yi's eyebrows, bowing its head and crouching on the ground: "Golden Wing pays respects to my master."
Its voice was extremely respectful.
But it refused to lift its head, silently staring at its front claws, as if there was something worth looking at.
"How should the damage caused by that golden arrow be eliminated?"
Shen Yi glanced sideways.
"Golden Wing doesn't know."
The tigress knocked her head on the ground, making loud noises: "Golden Wing has harmed my master, a crime deserving death. Please, my master, grant me death!"
"..."
Shen Yi's eyes narrowed, and dangerous energy emanated from his black pupils.
The torment of the demonic origin on the soul could be glimpsed from the Qinghua Lady's experience, and even the more powerful White Hawk, after enduring 60,000 years of torment, still obediently rubbed her head in his palm.
He didn't doubt that the Golden-Winged Demon King was deceiving him.
After all, there was the Guardian Stone's restraint.
These demons had no ability to resist.
What Shen Yi found strange was the tiger's attitude.
Walking casually in front of the tiger, he abruptly pulled up its head, staring indifferently into its eyes.
"Wuu... Wuu..."
The Golden-Winged Demon King's lips quivered, her vertical pupils filled with grievance. She wanted to look away, but she didn't dare, even though the young man's palm was already in a state of exhaustion.
That was the Guardian Stone's natural obedience to its master.
"Whether you live or die is not up to you."
Shen Yi said indifferently, then released her head.
He kicked the tiger's buttocks.
"Go to work."
"Golden Wing obeys."
The Golden-Winged Demon King whimpered in grievance, lowered her head, and obediently walked towards the devastated spirit plant garden.
Whether in the form of a lion or a handsome young man, she was still that domineering existence, not tolerating any questioning, and even refusing to look directly into his eyes would offend the master's dignity.
Thinking of this, she looked at the spirit field ahead.
The master was indeed not lying.
Forty thousand years ago, the voice echoing in her ears before her death was still crystal clear.
In the end, she and the fourth cave became the master's possessions.
……
Shen Yi glanced regretfully at the damaged Spirit Fields and the various heavenly treasures affected by the blast.
Forget it, the demons had already devoured eight or nine-tenths of them, so he'd take whatever he could get.
He sat cross-legged, once again mobilizing the Demonic Lifespan from the Infinite Demon Imperial Palace that he had infused within.
[First year, you placed the Running Horse Guardian Stone into the Dao Palace, and with the help of her bloodline, you comprehended a new Dao Art divine ability]
[Ten Thousand Demons Bow. Soul-Shattering]
[Your Dao Palace became more stable]
...
Outside the Thousand Demons Cave.
The man's face was a reddish-orange hue, devoid of eyes and nose, with only a large mouth on his entire face.
His mouth was filled with sharp teeth.
He was bare-chested, with thick, long blue hair covering his legs, and large hooves.
His limbs and body were covered in talismans.
He patted his shoulders, and several charred talismans turned into ashes and scattered.
"Your sword is as sharp as ever."
"..."
By the stream, the man in the Qing robe leaned against a stone, his skin cracked, and even the rushing water was stained with a dark red hue.
He supported himself with the Mysterious Sword.
The Purple Heaven Thunder Sword Art no longer shot out with a wave of his hand as before, but instead, purple thunder flashed and covered the Mysterious Sword.
The Divine Wind Demon King looked down: "I really can't understand, are you crazy? Do you know me? Why did you draw your sword and attack me upon meeting?"
"You won't need to know me after I kill you."
Nie Jun tugged at the corner of his mouth and stumbled to his feet.
"Do you have the ability to do that?" The Divine Wind Demon King watched as the Dao Palace quietly dissipated into the sky.
"It seems not."
Nie Jun staggered onto the Mysterious Sword, and just as the Divine Wind Demon King thought he was going to escape, he saw Nie Jun transform into a flash of Purple Heaven Thunder Sword light and charge towards him!
Whoosh—
The sound of thunder and wind breaking filled the air!
The Divine Wind Demon King quickly dodged, but Nie Jun suddenly rushed towards him, pressing him forcefully into the ground.
The Mysterious Sword shot up from below, carrying the thunder light.
It pierced through both of their bodies.
The two figures smashed into the stream, and a fierce fistfight ensued.
"You're fucking insane."
The Divine Wind Demon King punched Nie Jun's face, and before he could finish speaking, he saw Nie Jun lunge at him like a mad dog, biting the edge of his large mouth.
Zila!
A gash appeared on the corner of the Divine Wind Demon King's mouth, and his face became several times more hideous than before.
"Peh."
Nie Jun spat out several sharp teeth, and his face was punched again.
The Divine Wind Demon King pulled out the Mysterious Sword that had pierced him, and with a 'puh' sound, he slashed into Nie Jun's shoulder, embedding it into his opponent's lower abdomen, nearly cutting him in half.
Then, he stared at the mad dog biting his neck, refusing to let go: "Get off me!"
He released the sword hilt and weakly kicked Nie Jun, sending him flying to the other side of the stream: "Are you even a cultivator?"
"None of your business."
Nie Jun's eyes were dazed, his body soaked in the stream, and after taking a few breaths, he stood up again. Before he could take two steps, he fell back down.
The Divine Wind Demon King took a deep breath, preparing to approach him, but he noticed that although Shen Yi was clearly downstream, blood mixed with the stream was flowing past his feet.
Instinctively, he turned to look.
At the other end of the stream, a tall, straight-backed youth stood with his hands at his sides.
The oversized black robe that didn't quite fit him was lifted by the mountain breeze, and he didn't even bother to wear his clothes properly, exposing his bloody, blurry upper body, with horrifying gashes on his sturdy muscles.
Upon seeing the Nanyang Robe, the Divine Wind Demon King's face twitched.
Oh no, something's wrong.
How could it be?
Those beasts, wearing the finest magic robes, holding various magic treasures, and even under the old dog's watchful eye, they still lost?
Losing is one thing.
This youth seemed severely injured, but the contempt on his face didn't seem fake, showing no regard for the Divine Wind Demon King.
He was clearly full of confidence.
Finally, the Divine Wind Demon King heard him speak.
"Scram."
The voice wasn't loud, but to the Divine Wind Demon King, it was deafening.
Right before his eyes, Shen Yi walked towards him.
Tap, tap, tap.
In the quiet atmosphere, the sound of the splashing water in the stream was slightly piercing.
The black-robed youth, unhurried, walked past the Divine Wind Demon King, not even sparing him a glance. He reached Nie Jun's side and grabbed his clothes, lifting him up.
At this moment, Shen Yi finally turned his head, glancing at the Divine Wind Demon King.
"..."
The Divine Wind Demon King tentatively arched his back.
At the same time, a scarlet thread, like ink seeping into a clear pool, spread across the sky at a visible speed, and in an instant, it covered an area of over five hundred zhang.
The moment it appeared, it was enveloped by the gaze of nine pairs of eyes. The immortal demons writhed in the sea of blood, exuding murderous intent.
In addition, two towering stone statues seemed to come to life, also gazing indifferently at it.
"Huff."
The Divine Wind Demon King glanced at the remaining talismans on its body.
Moreover, the black robe on the youth's body fluttered slightly.
It felt a sense of retreat.
Regardless, it decided to return to the Thousand Demons Cave to inquire about the situation first.
Without uttering a word, the Divine Wind Demon King turned and swiftly flew away into the distance!
It wasn't until it completely disappeared from sight.
The Dao Palace in the air quickly faded away.
Shen Yi's heart clenched, and his Dao Embryo's five viscera convulsed. Golden patterns emerged on his chest, covering his entire body.
In his sea of consciousness, the two Running Horse Guardian Stones, which had been poised for action, finally couldn't hold back and cried out in surprise.
If the Divine Wind Demon King had shown the slightest unusual movement, these two would have taken action to restrain it, allowing their master to escape the area.
The Golden-Winged Ferocious Tiger revealed itself and hurriedly supported Shen Yi's body, shielding him with its golden wings.
"Demon Command Golden Arrow?"
Nie Jun opened his eyes groggily, gazing at the golden patterns on Shen Yi's body.
Without a word of nonsense, he directly pinched the magic formula, and as he moved, the golden patterns covering his body slowly converged into a cluster.
Nie Jun's palm trembled violently.
He forcibly manipulated his breath again, causing his eyes to darken significantly.
No one knew how long it took.
He managed to pinch out the ninth magic formula, and the golden light finally slowly drifted out from Shen Yi's chest, condensing back into a golden arrow.
Seeing this, Nie Jun fainted without hesitation.
"..."
There was an unexpected gain.
Shen Yi casually put away the Demon Command Golden Arrow into his storage treasure, then began replenishing his energy by consuming demon cores.
Although his Dao Embryo's five viscera were still damaged by the golden light, at least he could now use them with difficulty.
Summoning the white horse again, he threw Nie Jun onto its back.
Shen Yi then mounted the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan, lying on her back as his tense body finally relaxed completely.
Golden light and white radiance intertwined as they swiftly headed towards the direction of Great Tian.
...
Outside the deep hall in the Thousand Demons Cave.
The Divine Wind Demon King rushed over, and as soon as it reached the hall's entrance, its steps faltered.
Two severely injured Demon Kings were kneeling at the hall's entrance, while the Horned Emperor stood nervously beside them, not daring to breathe.
And the old dog, who had just untangled its heart knot and crawled out of the hall to lie on the stone steps, now returned to the hall.
With the other party's cultivation, this short distance couldn't change anything.
The old dog's actions only proved that it had become vigilant again.
Even through the hall door, the Divine Wind Demon King could sense the dense murderous intent. As the second cave's Demon King, it had personally witnessed the terrifying slaughter committed by the old dog in its vigilant state.
Anyone with the slightest connection to the Southern Yang Sect was eliminated without mercy.
From the cultivators about to join the sect to the newly born infants, even the spiritual beasts they raised were devoured without a trace.
Moreover, the other party's second strike was when Wutong Mountain wanted to use the name of the Southern Yang Sect.
In one battle, three Reverting Void Realm Cultivators were slain.
Nearly all the treasures of the palace were collected, almost severing the human cultivators' legacy.
"Come in."
The old dog's voice slowly echoed.
The Divine Wind Demon King trembled but dared not hesitate. It stepped into the hall.
"Where have you been?"
The Black-Backed Yellow Dog curled up on the cushion asked lazily.
"Reporting to the Cave Lord, Divine Wind was entangled by Nie Jun and fought fiercely. Just as I was about to slay him, a young man wearing the Southern Yang Sect elder's magic robe appeared. The two of them joined forces to repel me, and then they fled using teleportation techniques."
The Divine Wind Demon King respectfully said, "Divine Wind sensed something amiss in the Thousand Demons Cave and dared not pursue them further. I hurried back to check on the situation."
As it spoke, it glanced discreetly at the figure that was vaguely visible in the shadow of the enormous ancestor statue in front of the old dog.
"..."
The old dog lifted its eyelids and looked at the talismans on the Divine Wind Demon King's body.
It withdrew its gaze without comment.
After waiting for a while, the Divine Wind Demon King bowed and said, "If the Cave Lord has no further instructions, Divine Wind will return to guard the cave dwelling."
Upon hearing this, the old dog suddenly laughed, "Is there any need to guard it anymore?"
A human cultivator had casually wandered around the Thousand Demons Cave, exploring various treasure sites.
The things that could be lost have probably been lost.
The old dog slowly stood up, turned, and looked at the ancestor statue. It held three incense sticks in its mouth and carefully placed them in the incense altar.
(End of Chapter)
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