Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

Everyone shuddered at the same time, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching them in the darkness.

"Should we retreat first?"

A thin monk in the team suggested in a trembling voice, his robe already soaked with cold sweat.

Pan Zhuang gritted his teeth.

"No! Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao, those two bastards, can come in. Why should we retreat? Keep moving forward!"

Having said that, his pace slowed down unconsciously.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, almost solidifying into something substantial.

The walls of the cave were splattered with dark red blood, some of which had not yet completely solidified and was slowly flowing downwards.

Suddenly, Yu Tianyi, who was walking in front, stopped abruptly and let out a scream.

"God!"

Pan Zhuang hurried forward, and the light of the torch shone forward.

The corpse of a giant python that was three meters long lay across the center of the cave, its dark red scales covered with golden lines. It was the legendary seventh-order blood-lined python.

But at this moment, this ferocious beast that was powerful enough to make the Heavenly Palace monks retreat in fear, collapsed to the ground like a piece of rag.

The most horrifying thing was that the python's head was split into two by a smooth cut, and the wound had a faint blue-gray glow.

"Sword energy. And Yin energy"

Jin Xianyun's voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"One sword killed him."

Pan Zhuang's Adam's apple rolled up and down. The existence that could kill a seventh-level monster with one sword must be at least a great power in the Underworld Palace Stage.

He looked around and his voice unconsciously lowered.

"Senior? I wonder which senior is here? I am Pan Zhuang, a junior, and I have no intention of offending you."

There was only his echo in the cave, and no one responded.

Yu Tianyi moved closer to the giant python's corpse to examine it, and his face became paler and paler.

"The sword energy at the wound is terrifyingly pure, and the Yin energy is even more condensed and not dissipated. This."

"Could it be the helpers invited by Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao?"

Jin Xianyun guessed, with a vicious look in her eyes.

"How could those two idiots possibly deal with a monster of this level?"

Pan Zhuang shook his head.

"impossible.

Ling Xiao is only in the early stage of the Underground Palace, and Gu Sheng is only in the middle stage of the Underground Palace, how can they know such a strong man? "

He paused, with determination in his eyes.

"Keep going and be careful. If we really run into that senior, immediately make it clear that we are only here to look for fellow disciples."

Everyone stepped over the giant python's corpse tremblingly, and every step was like walking on thin ice.

The sound of dripping water could be heard faintly from deep in the cave, and it was particularly clear in the dead silence.

After turning a corner, the cave suddenly opened up and a naturally formed stone chamber appeared before our eyes.

In the center of the stone chamber were piled various treasures emitting spiritual light—the Blood Python’s collection over the years.

"They're all here!"

Yu Tianyi exclaimed in surprise, but then his expression changed.

"No, where is the Holy Infant Grass?"

Pan Zhuang's gaze quickly swept across the stone chamber, finally stopping at two figures in the corner - Gu Sheng was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in deep meditation.

Ling Xiao sat casually on the ground, playing with a gem that emitted blue light in his hand.

"you!"

Pan Zhuang shouted sternly.

"Where is that senior?"

Ling Xiao didn't even raise his head and continued to play with the pearl.

"Blind? Isn't it right here?"

Yu Tianyi was furious.

"court death!"

He took a step forward but was stopped by Pan Zhuang.

Pan Zhuang suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.

"Ling Xiao, who killed this blood-marked python?"

Ling Xiao finally raised his head and pointed at Gu Sheng lazily.

"Well, that's him."

"fart!"

Jin Xianyun screamed.

"Just him? A waste in the middle stage of the underground palace can kill a seventh-level monster?"

Ling Xiao shrugged.

"believe it or not."

Pan Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Gu Sheng who was still meditating.

The latter's breathing was steady, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around him. He didn't look like a master who could kill a blood-veined python with a single sword.

"Where is the Holy Infant Grass?"

Pan Zhuang asked directly.

Ling Xiao pursed his lips.

"He took it, go and get it back yourself."

Yu Tianyi could no longer hold back, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body.

"I'll kill you first, you bastard!"

This time, Pan Zhuang did not stop him, but walked slowly towards Gu Sheng.

"Junior Brother Gu, hand over the Holy Infant Grass. For the sake of our fellow disciples, I can pretend that nothing happened."

Gu Sheng didn't move at all, not even lifting his eyelids.

This disregard completely infuriated Pan Zhuang.

After all, he was a cultivator in the late stage of the Underground Palace and was considered to be well-known in the inner sect. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Pan Zhuang sneered, his right hand already on the hilt of the sword.

Jin Xianyun took the opportunity to fan the flames.

"Brother Yu, teach Ling Xiao a lesson first! Let him know the price of talking nonsense!"

Yu Tianyi walked towards Ling Xiao with a grim smile.

"Little bastard, I'm going to beat your mouth to pieces first, and then I'll slowly figure out how to kill you."

Ling Xiao finally put down the orb in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Surprisingly, there was no fear in his eyes, but rather a hint of pity.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, his ink-black eyes calm.

His voice was eerily calm.

"I don't like people describing me as a pig."

"Hahaha!"

Yu Tianyi laughed out loud, not taking this seriously at all.

"How dare the useless disciple of Taoist Yong'an talk back?"

Jin Xianyun clapped and cheered on the side.

"Brother Yu, hit him harder! It would be best if you smash his stinky face!"

The palm wind came whistling, but stopped three inches away from Ling Xiao's cheek.

Yu Tianyi's wrist was firmly grasped by a hand that looked thin but as strong as an iron clamp. He subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but found that it didn't move at all.

"you"

Yu Tianyi's pupils suddenly shrank, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Ling Xiao snorted coldly and pulled his arm violently.

Yu Tianyi only felt an irresistible force coming, and the whole person staggered forward.

A heart-wrenching pain came from his abdomen - Ling Xiao's fist hit his dantian like a meteorite.

"what--!"

Yu Tianyi let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Ling Xiao did not stop and punched the same spot three times in a row.

Each punch was accompanied by a dull explosion, and Yu Tianyi's body-protecting Qi was shattered like paste.

The last punch sent him flying three feet away, and he fell heavily to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

"puff--"

Yu Tianyi spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The entire cave fell silent in an instant.

Yu Tianyi's five fellow disciples were dumbfounded. The strongest third brother among them was easily dealt with like a sandbag?

Jin Xianyun's smile froze on her face and her legs trembled unconsciously.

Pan Zhuang's originally leisurely steps suddenly stopped, and for the first time, he looked at this unremarkable young man seriously with his sharp eyes.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became—Ling Xiao's seemingly casual posture was actually flawless; his breathing was long and even, and the spiritual power in his body was like an abyss. "At least in the middle stage of the underground palace!"

Pan Zhuang narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

"Boy, you're hiding well enough. When did Taoist Yong'an produce someone like you?"

Ling Xiao shook his wrist and didn't even look at him.

"none of your business."

"presumptuous!"

The four fellow apprentices behind Pan Zhuang shouted at the same time, and the aura of the Underground Palace Stage exploded, causing broken stones in the cave to fall.

Ling Xiao was still standing there lazily, without even moving the corner of his clothes.

Pan Zhuang raised his hand to stop his fellow disciples and walked forward slowly.

With every step he took, his aura surged. When he took the seventh step, a blinding green light suddenly burst out from his body.

"Early stage of underground palace realm!"

Pan Zhuang stood with his hands behind his back proudly.

"You are proud enough to force me to use my true strength. Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and I can give you a quick death."

Ling Xiao finally looked at him straight in the eye, but it was like he was looking at an idiot.

"So much nonsense."

"court death!"

Pan Zhuang laughed in anger, and the magic sword at his waist came out with a clang.

The blade was emerald green all over, with seven blood-red lines wrapped around it.

He held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head. The knife energy instantly surged ten feet. The whole cave shook violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the top.

"Seven Evil Slashes!"

The emerald green blade energy transformed into a ferocious ghost face, and wherever it passed, the stone walls were cut like tofu.

The power of this sword is enough to split the entire hill in half!

"It was too noisy."

Gu Sheng, who had been meditating, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Quick victory."

Ling Xiao smiled.

"Did you hear that? My senior brother thinks it's noisy."

Facing the earth-shattering sword, Ling Xiao simply raised his right hand nonchalantly.

His movements seemed slow, but he grasped the blade accurately the moment the sword energy approached him!
"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound echoed throughout the cave. Under Pan Zhuang's incredulous gaze, his life-defining spirit sword, which he had been refining for twenty years, was crushed into pieces by Ling Xiao's bare hands!
"This is impossible—" Pan Zhuang's roar stopped.

Ling Xiao's fist had already hit his chest. The seemingly light blow made Pan Zhuang fly backwards and he smashed seven stone pillars in succession before stopping.

"puff!"

The blood spurting out of Pan Zhuang drew an arc in the air.

He struggled to get up, but found that 80% of his bones were broken and his spiritual power was dispersed by a punch.

"Master, Senior Brother."

Several fellow apprentices were terrified.

Senior Brother Pan, who they thought was invincible, couldn't even take a single move?
Pan Zhuang suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned his head with difficulty and met a pair of eyes that slowly opened - they were Gu Sheng's eyes, as black as ink and as cold as a knife.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power, but Pan Zhuang's blood seemed to freeze instantly.

What kind of eyes were those! They were like evil spirits crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Just staring at them was enough to terrify one’s soul.

"no, do not want"

Pan Zhuang's teeth were chattering and his crotch was wet.

"laugh--"

A silver-white sword energy flashed out of nowhere, like pouring moonlight or the inverted Milky Way.

Pan Zhuang didn't even have time to react. He just felt a chill on his neck and his vision suddenly spun.

"Boom!"

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed out from the broken neck, forming a river on the damp cave floor.

The head rolled three feet away, with an expression of disbelief still frozen on its face, and the figure of Gu Sheng holding the sword was reflected in his wide-open eyes.

"Tick tock. Tick tock"

Drops of blood fell from the tip of the jade sword, and were particularly clear in the silent cave.

"what--!!!"

Jin Xianyun's scream suddenly exploded, almost piercing the eardrums.

She stumbled back, her gold-embroidered skirt stained with mud, her carefully styled hair disheveled.

That pretty face that always had a haughty look on it was now distorted beyond recognition, with tears and snot all over it.

"Brother Pan, Brother Pan, he..."

She pointed a shaking finger at the headless body.

The three brothers turned pale. The oldest monk, the horse-faced monk, trembled with his teeth and suddenly pointed at the sword mark on the rock wall that was about an inch deep.

"Look! The cut on the monster's head is similar to that of Senior Brother Pan."

Several people looked in the direction where his finger pointed, and saw that the remaining traces of sword energy on the rock wall were exactly the same as the wound on Pan Zhuang's neck, both with that special spiral pattern - this was a sign of sword energy condensed to the extreme.

"He was the one who killed me!"

The short and fat monk suddenly let out a strange cry.

"He was the one who killed that fourth-level Iron-backed Gray Wolf! We stole his spoils!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.

Anyone who can kill a fourth-order monster alone must be at least in the middle stage of Heavenly Palace cultivation.

The strongest among them, Pan Zhuang, is only the Great Perfection of the Underground Palace.
"run!"

Someone shouted, and the three of them crushed the magic talisman at the same time, turning into three streams of light and rushing in different directions.

Ling Xiao snorted coldly and was about to throw the spear in his hand when a green afterimage flashed before his eyes.

"Puff puff!"

Three muffled sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The jade sword drew a strange arc in the air and instantly pierced through the three fleeing figures.

When the tip of the sword passed through the chests of the three men, there was not a single trace of blood on it.

"Uh"

The horse-faced monk looked down at the bloody hole that suddenly appeared on his chest, with an expression of relief on his face for having escaped.

His heart had been shattered by the sword energy, but because the sword was moving so fast, he didn't feel the pain until he fell to the ground.

The short and fat monk fell into the puddle of water, and the turbid water surface soon turned red.

He struggled to turn over and saw Gu Sheng slowly sheathing his sword, with no fluctuation in his dark eyes.

"Green Dragon Brand."

The short and fat monk suddenly remembered something and reached into his arms with trembling hands.

"If I keep it, maybe"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils had already dilated. He was unable to take out the jade token that could contact the sect for help until his death.

Ling Xiao kicked the nearest corpse and pouted.

"It's too cheap for them."

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Gu Sheng frowned and looked outside the cave.

"The inspector from Qinghe Holy Land will be here any moment."

As he spoke, he walked towards Jin Xianyun who was lying limp on the ground.

The young lady who had been so arrogant just now was now curled up in the corner like mud, her expensive robes stained with blood.

"Don't kill me."

Jin Xianyun suddenly rushed over and hugged Gu Sheng's legs, forcing a twisted smile on her upturned face.

"I can be your cauldron! I know a lot of secrets of Qinghe Holy Land! My father is..."

"Zheng!"

The jade sword was three inches out of its sheath, and its cold light reflected her tearful face.

Jin Xianyun's voice suddenly became sharp.

"You can't kill me! I have a blood restriction! My father can."

The sword light flashed away.

Jin Xianyun's voice stopped.

She lowered her head and looked at her heart, where a sword was inserted. The cloud pattern on the sword was greedily sucking her blood.

"As vicious as a snake, it will cause trouble later."

Gu Sheng twisted his wrist and sword energy burst out, mincing the still beating heart into pulp.

Ling Xiao took a breath of cold air.

He had seen many ruthless characters, but this was the first time he had seen someone as decisive and ruthless as Gu Sheng.

They could have been subdued and used as pawns, but they were killed without hesitation. (End of this chapter)