Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Chapter 720 Qingqiu Demon King
The moment the brisk laughter sounded, Dong Yichuan, who had always been indifferent, finally showed some surprise on his face.

"Qingqiu." He subconsciously said, but immediately after, his whole body was shrouded in shadow.

He looked up, and saw a huge claw covering the sky and the sun, coming like Mount Tai.

He wanted to escape, but found that the space around him had been imprisoned. The claw had clearly not fallen completely, but the terrifying coercion had completely sealed the surroundings, and it became difficult to even raise his hand with him, let alone escape.

In the blink of an eye, the fox's claws had completely covered Dong Yichuan's body, and the trend continued unabated, directly crushing most of the entrance of Yunshen Valley.

Not far away, Ziqing let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, it's better for the Yaozu to crush the flesh."

"Why is it the Qingqiu Fox Clan? Which demon king is that?" Shen Long was still a little at a loss, "I think you are asking for help. You should invite Taoist monks from the Yunzhou sect. Why did you invite the Qingqiu Monster Clan?"

"The forces in Yunzhou are full of trash. They don't care if the barbarians break into our house. Most of them are secretly related to the Sacred Fire Cult. Inviting them to come will only increase the trouble. It's better to be more straightforward than the Yaozu."

After a pause, Ziqing whispered: "She is Hu Xiangxiu."

"It's her? Isn't she in Tianjing? Why is she in Yunzhou at this time?" Shen Long was startled.

"At the peak of the demon king, you can go wherever you want, can you control it?" Zi Qing gave him a white look.

"Uh, that's true." Shen Long was at a loss for words.

At the same time, outside the Yunshen Valley, a seven-tailed demon fox with a length of nearly [-] meters finally fully appeared. The fiery red fur on its body was shiny and bright, and it looked particularly agile under the pink aura.

"Hehe, you kid is very slippery. Unfortunately, if Lord Qiu Ru had been in front of you back then, this way of purification would have wiped out most of the slave family, and you are still far behind."

Hu Xiangxiu's voice sounded again, and the huge demon fox raised its paw, leaving only a piece of gravel underneath, and Dong Yichuan was nowhere to be seen.

A flame was slowly burning on Hu Xiangxiu's paws, but the fox had a humanized disdain on his face, and with a light breath, the flame was blown away.

"Once the sacred fire supported by the power of the primordial spirit is resisted by the so-called purifying power of the slave's body, there will be no pain at all. It's really boring."

Not far away, Dong Yichuan finally reappeared, the robe on his body was torn, and there was still some blood on his face.

"Naughty animal! My Holy Fire Cult thought to myself that I would respect you, Qingqiugu. Is it possible that you, the monster race, insist on making an enemy of my Holy Fire Cult? Go back now, and I will pretend that you have never been here before."

After finishing speaking, Dong Yichuan stared closely at Hu Xiangxiu, waiting for her answer.

And Hu Xiangxiu's answer is also very simple.

I saw that huge demon fox suddenly divided into three parts, and then disappeared under Dong Yichuan's gaze.

"In the illusion, what you see is really what you see?"

A giant claw appeared behind Dong Yichuan out of thin air, but it was just a claw, not the fox demon itself.

"Hmph! You stubborn beast."

Dong Yichuan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, turned around and waved his big hand, and the flames instantly wrapped the giant claw, and in just a moment, the giant claw was completely annihilated.

"A fake is a fake, I don't need to see through your illusion."

"Hee hee, you have only lived for a few years. My family is 320 years old this year, and you are still in the prime of your youth. How dare you, a [-]-year-old brat, call yourself an old man?"

"The old man has lived for more than 400 years!"

"That's a brat too!"

The surrounding pink aura suddenly swelled up and attacked Dong Yichuan.

And Dong Yichuan was not afraid at all. After a cold snort, the power of his primordial spirit soared, and immediately turned into a holy fire to wrap himself up.

"If Mr. Qiuru sees you using her avenue like this, I'm afraid she will crawl out of the ground and take the life of your unworthy apprentice."

"Hmph!" Dong Yichuan turned a deaf ear to the other party's ridicule.

All his skills are above the holy fire. If he is facing a human monk, this holy fire, which is the Dao Chengjing Dao, is enough for him to remain invincible.

Ordinary Daoists dare not appreciate the sharpness of the holy fire, which is the power that can directly erase existence.

But facing the monster clan, especially the famous Qingqiu fox clan, Dong Yichuan finally felt a bit aggrieved.

In addition to their own talent, the strength of the monster clan depends entirely on the physical body. The way of the demon king's body to fight against the Taoist monks has not been once or twice.

And he, Dong Yichuan, is not a Daoist after all, but just a Daoist.

"Hee hee, you need the power of your soul to maintain the holy fire, how long can you last?" Hu Xiangxiu was not in a hurry, she couldn't see her in the illusion, but her voice came from everywhere.

"When you are exhausted, it is when you die."

"Hmph! This little wear and tear, the old man will always be able to sustain it for three to five years."

"boast!"

"Aren't you just bragging and ask the Demon King to try it out for himself?"

"You can do it in three to five years. It doesn't matter if you can't be killed, you should die. After three to five years, I don't know if your Holy Fire Cult is still there, and whether your hard-working plan will be picked by others."

The silver bell-like laughter sounded and fell, and Dong Yichuan's face had completely turned ugly, because as Hu Xiangxiu said, he was unwilling to procrastinate.

But unfortunately, after the voice fell, Hu Xiangxiu didn't move anymore.

The situation stalemate for a moment.

Not far from Yunshen Valley, Lin Ji listened to the conversation between the two over there in a daze, with a bit of surprise on his face.

"What's the matter? Is Hu Meizi really going to delay for three to five years?"

Could it be that he still has to wait here for three to five years?
If there is no accident, Yunzhou has already been captured by the barbarians, and there is no way to say how things will develop afterwards, so there is no time to waste here.

"Why don't you two wait here? Lin remembers that there is something important to do in Beijing, so he has to go back and deal with it first."

Shen Long glanced at Lin Ji, his face was a little speechless, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Zi Qing laughed and said: "If only she, Hu Xiangxiu, had this patience, it won't take three or five years, and the winner will be determined after a while."

"Oh? But looking at the situation at this time, Dongyichuan's Holy Fire Dao is powerful, and that demon fox seems to be helpless."

Hearing this, Zi Qing looked at Shen Long.

Shen Long grinned.

"Helpless? That's because I didn't make a move."

I saw Shen Long holding a saber in both hands, and the phantom of his saber appeared behind him.

But this time, there were strange patterns flickering on his pitch-black sword slashing the path.

Lin Ji didn't recognize the origin of the lines, but just seeing them made him feel a little uneasy.

"This is."

"The so-called cutting the way is not just talking."

After the words fell, Shen Long had already rushed towards the fox demon illusion with a big knife in his hand.

(End of this chapter)