Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 593: Nanyang Dragon Slaying
hold head high!
The tranquility between Nanhong and the land was suddenly torn apart by a sharp dragon roar.

It's like the sound of metal and stone, deafening.

A huge shadow passed across the sky, as if dark clouds were covering the sun, and a downpour of scarlet rain fell on the earth, staining the water and the earth.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, causing countless creatures to look up in horror.

Whether they were cultivators, demons, mortals or beasts, they all saw the huge monster that was as endless as a mountain range with no end in sight.

A huge demon hiding in the depths of Nanhong and in charge of the Dragon Palace, now let out bursts of wails!
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this extremely ferocious creature was trying desperately to get back into the water, but its struggling body was always pulled back into the sky by an invisible force.

What kind of terrifying existence could be able to force such a huge monster to escape?

Finally, a figure that suddenly jumped up attracted everyone's attention.

The young man was seen holding a knife in one hand, standing on a dragon's body as huge as a mountain range. His left arm suddenly stretched out, and his slender five fingers tightly grasped the dragon's beard. The next moment, he actually pulled this "mountain range" up!
Such a shocking scene made everyone stand there in a daze.

The next moment, their eyes turned red.

puff!

The golden-patterned black sword penetrated deeply into the Southern Dragon King's scales, breaking its flesh and skin, causing waves of blood.

Compared to the terrifying size of this old dragon, this long knife is not much different from a toothpick.

However, as the young man swung his arm, the originally insignificant wound on the dragon's body expanded more than a hundred times in an instant.

A dazzling dark golden light emerged, as if it was going to tear the old dragon apart completely!

One knife after another!

The blood waves soaked the young man's clothes and hair, turning his originally fair face blood red. Only his grey eyes remained calm.

"Roar!"

There is only one such terrifying dragon monster in the entire Nanhong. However, it is hard to believe that the other party looks so miserable...

It will be the ruler of the entire Nanhong, the most powerful being in this land and water, the mighty Dragon King!
So, what is this Dragon King afraid of?
As the Southern Dragon King rolled and fled across the sky of the entire Southern Flood Land, someone finally recognized the identity of the young man.

"Sect Master Shen?!"

The cultivators from the four vassal forces of Nanyang Sect all widened their eyes.

They knew that the Seven Nanhong Sects and Dragon Palace had long been at odds with each other.

But I didn't expect that it would come to the point of fighting the Dragon King head-on.

Such a major event that could affect the entire situation in Nanhong happened so suddenly and without any warning in front of everyone.

What is even more unbelievable is that in such a serious situation, only Sect Master Shen among the Seven Nanhong Sects took action.

Fighting alone, he was able to suppress the Southern Dragon King the entire time!
"call!"

In Xuanyue City, Yin Yajun, under the protection of her father, stared at the sky in a trance, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Even though she thought that Sect Master Shen was omnipotent, she was still stunned as if struck by lightning after seeing this scene.

The Dragon King, who could cause turmoil in Nanhong with just one sentence, actually ended up in such an embarrassing state in front of Sect Master Shen.

But why is there only one person?
"Daddy, how could this happen?"

"..."

Facing his daughter's puzzled look, City Lord Yin gave a bitter smile.

Although his realm is low, he still has a status here and has a deep understanding of the seven sects.

Even though the previous seven sects did intend to target Sect Master Shen, after the Seven Sons Conference, anyone with a brain knew how important Sect Master Shen was.

What's more, it is such a serious matter as beheading the Southern Dragon King, how can it be treated lightly?

Such a big commotion certainly couldn't escape the eyes and ears of the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

Many disciples rushed out of the treasure land together, listening to the shrill dragon roar, feeling as if they were in a dream.

Before the remaining three sect leaders could react, Ji Jingxi had already rushed out and rushed towards the direction where the dragon roar came from.

Her expression was more solemn than ever before, and a hint of fear appeared in her clear eyes.

Three people went out, but now only one is left.

Although the Southern Dragon King looks miserable, he actually has a lot of vitality!
I don’t know what accident happened that caused things to turn out like this.

But Ji Jingxi could almost guess what would happen next.

Her lips trembled:
"Shen Yi, don't be impulsive..."

……

"Can you kill me? Can you?!"

The Southern Dragon King's mind had become a little fuzzy, but he still felt that the suppressive force on his body was weakening.

Shenyue Zhenqingtian is a well-deserved immortal method.

But after all, it can only suppress an area. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will gradually become thinner and is not inexhaustible.

"call."

Shen Yi stood with his head lowered on the forehead of the long dragon, his wet hair sticking to his cheek. He held the long sword at an angle, and his whole straight body had long since turned into a bloody man.

Let out a breath.

He did not respond to the ridicule of the Southern Dragon King, but just watched him calmly fall into the water.

Apart from anything else, this Dragon King is definitely the most powerful one Shen Yi has ever seen just in terms of his demonic body.

Even though the opponent was already covered in wounds, the strength in his body was still so vast, as if he would never be exhausted.

"Have you accepted your fate?"

Feeling his body enveloped by the green waves again, the Southern Dragon King laughed wildly, breathlessly.

When it returned to the place it was most familiar with, its crazy mind had recovered a little.

Even facing attacks from three people, it has persisted until now.

Well, the winner is decided!
The Southern Dragon King ran straight towards the dragon cave. As long as he returned there, everything would be settled.

As for the ignorant young man, he'd better leave on his own accord, otherwise...

When he found that Shen Yi had no intention of leaving, the Southern Dragon King's laughter became more ferocious.

"It's better not to leave! It's best not to leave!"

Along with the dragon roar, it stirred up the Nanhong, and its huge body fell down at a high speed, and soon the bluestone palace was seen.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Perhaps because he was too excited, the Southern Dragon King did not notice that the bluestone hall was much quieter than usual, like a dead place.

Strands of blood floated between the bluestone bricks and were quickly washed away by the waves.

It transformed into a human form and landed heavily at the entrance of the bottomless abyss below the hall.

The old gown had long been torn to pieces, and the tall and majestic figure was hunched over, covered in blood and flesh, and it was impossible to recognize his original appearance.

In an instant, almost tangible dragon energy wrapped around its body, quickly repairing its wounds.

The Southern Dragon King suddenly turned around and glared at the black-shirted figure fiercely, wishing to eat his flesh and bones alive. But soon, he revealed a cruel smile: "Although I don't know why you dare to follow me, this is my territory."

Although it was severely injured and the dragon energy could no longer help it reach the perfection of the heavenly realm again, it would still be no problem for it to recover to its peak state in just a moment.

Without the restraint of Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu, it was enough to deal with Shen Yi alone.

"Your territory?"

Shen Yi looked at him quietly. There was no sarcasm in his voice, but it made King Nanlong narrow his eyes again.

Just now, this young man had this expression, and then things changed, and the people from Beihong left so easily.

Now it's exactly the same.

Although he didn't believe that the Seven Sons of Nanhong had the ability to pose a threat to him in front of the Dragon Cave.

But the Southern Dragon King subconsciously glanced around, and it was this glance that made him discover something was wrong.

The bluestone hall was too quiet, and despite such a big commotion, not a single one of his descendants and demon soldiers showed up.

It smelled the bloody smell at the tip of its nose. Apart from the smell on its own body, it could smell many familiar smells if it listened carefully.

"The Seven Sons of Nanhong..."

The blood plasma on his forehead flowed into the eyes of the Southern Dragon King, making his face even more distorted.

No wonder only three people came. The leader of the remaining group of Nanhong Seven actually came to his own Dragon Palace to cause trouble.

King Nanlong, who was about to take action and use Shen Yi's life to ease the hatred in his heart, suddenly changed his expression after taking a step.

Dark figures gradually emerged around the dim waters.

The weakest among them is also at the Hedao realm!
Of course, creatures of this level cannot pose any substantial threat to the Southern Dragon King.

But this somewhat exaggerated number still made it a little suspicious.

Until I could see the faces of these figures clearly.

The Southern Dragon King's eyes suddenly shrank into a line.

It was not as imagined, the Nanhong Seven Sons invited help from other places.

Without exception, these figures are all great monsters!
And it looks quite familiar.

When the face of Patriarch Hanshan appeared in his sight, King Nanlong finally couldn't help but take a step back.

"You're not dead?!"

It finally recognized that these were all demons from Xihong.

At this moment, all these big monsters cast indifferent glances, and the murderous intent that gathered together almost condensed into substance.

"You actually voted for the Nanhong Seven."

King Nanlong gritted his teeth and finally understood the cause of Nan Hong's previous abnormality.

But before he could finish his words, his expression changed again.

What a joke, if it is really as I guessed, then the acting of the previous Nanhong clan leaders is too realistic. Others will believe it. Ye Jiu's reaction cannot be fake.

Moreover, with the poor background of the Seven Nanhong Sects, they have no capital to win over these big monsters.

On the contrary, the scene before it suddenly reminded it of another force.

The Southern Dragon King stared at Shen Yi intently, examining him several times, and said in disbelief:
"Ten Thousand Demons Palace?"

"Are you the Master of Ten Thousand Demons Palace?!"

Before he finished speaking, the Southern Dragon King had already instinctively retreated towards the dragon cave.

How could he deal with a force that could turn Xihong upside down and escape unscathed in the end in his current state?

At this moment, it crashed into an even taller figure.

A hoarse whisper sounded in my ears.

"He is not the Palace Master, he is my Lord."

"I am the Lord of the East Palace."

"Grandpa Long, why don't you kneel down..."

"Pray to my Lord!"

The whispers suddenly became several times louder, like thunder!

The Southern Dragon King turned around suddenly and saw a giant humanoid dragon covered in gold.

There was a cruel smile on the other person's lips.

A pair of sharp claws had pierced deeply into his back, and ten fingers pinched the tight muscles, trying to tear him apart!
"what!"

In severe pain, the Southern Dragon King howled miserably, swung his claws fiercely, and slapped Ke Shisan's shoulders hard, causing his tall, twisted shoulders to shatter instantly!
However, there was no change on Ke Shisan's face. He was still smiling cruelly, and his claws tore the Dragon King's flesh bit by bit.

"Death to this king!"

The Southern Dragon King frantically mobilized his demonic power and dragon energy, and was about to defeat the body of this strange dragon monster with ease, but suddenly he felt a chill on his back.

It looked back in horror.

He saw the dark red robe rolled up, and Shen Yi had stepped within reach of him. The aura on his body surged to the extreme, and once again turned into a towering sacred mountain, causing the entire blue sky to move with it.

The slender right arm slowly stretched out, and the palm occupied by the blood symbol quickly enlarged in the sight of the Southern Dragon King.

Phew!

With the full support of Shen Yue Zhen Qingtian, Shen Yi's palm touched the knife wound he had deliberately left on the neck of the Southern Dragon King, and then penetrated into it fiercely.

Amidst the boiling demonic blood, he fiercely grasped the Southern Dragon King's cervical vertebrae.

At the same time, needle-shaped gray mist rippled out from Shen Yi's fingertips and poured into the limbs and bones of the Southern Dragon King.

The gray mist condensed by the Wanjie Wuqing Dao, which was a gathering of endless resentment, was far more ferocious than the previous pure murderous intent.

It was madly corroding the muscles and bones of the Southern Dragon King.

"You... you!"

The Southern Dragon King's throat was pierced, and his voice was unclear, but it was filled with the most real fear.

Behind it, the violent demonic power flowed into its body through Ke Shisan's palms.

The scarlet demonic power and the gray fog raged at the same time, coupled with the fact that the demon body was already seriously injured and had not had time to recover, the combination of many factors finally made the Southern Dragon King feel a breath of death.

It tried desperately to break free.

Ke Shisan pulled out his two bloody hands like drawing a knife, then held the Southern Dragon King tightly in his arms. His two strong arms squeezed the Southern Dragon King's body to the point of deformation and distortion!

Crunch!Crunch!
"Where do you want to escape to..."

Ke Shisan's whisper was like a death warrant to the Southern Dragon King.

It could no longer turn back and could only be forced to stare into Shen Yi's calm eyes.

After learning of Shen Yi's true identity, King Nanlong trembled all over when he saw those gray eyes again.

Even the powerful demons in the late heavenly realm have to serve him as their master and are even willing to die for him.

The degree of terror of this Nanyang Sect Master has probably already exceeded his expectations.

"I also... am willing... to serve you as my Lord..."

It used its last bit of strength to utter words of begging for mercy.

Shen Yi felt the cervical vertebrae between his palms finally becoming much more brittle under the erosion of the gray fog.

The gray mist in his eyes slowly faded away, and a hint of fatigue emerged in his dark pupils.

No response was given.

Shen Yi just clenched his five fingers seriously until a dull sound rang out between his palms.

Click!

Almost at the same time, the raging demonic power instantly tore apart the body of the Southern Dragon King.

All the dense gaps that had just healed were broken open.

All the gray fog surged together, enveloping its still beating heart and crushing it in an instant!
"..."

The eyes of the Southern Dragon King gradually dimmed.

It stared at Shen Yi blankly.

Watching the young man slowly pull his hand out of his throat.

The Southern Dragon King seemed to have lost all his strength. His head drooped, and he fell to his knees in front of the man in the long gown with a plop.

(End of this chapter)