Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 609: Ancestral Monument? I want one too
The blue waves gradually calmed down.

The tattered picture of the vast rivers and mountains fluttered in the air like a desolate flag, then slowly turned gray until it sank into the water.

The fishy and wet wind swept across the collapsed mountain, causing many monks of the Moving Mountains Sect to lower their hands, withdraw their control over the formation, and stare at the black-shirted figure in the sky with awe.

The restraints on Huang Wenfa suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground, where he was caught by Yan Chongzhang who came rushing over.

The master and disciple also looked at Shen Yi, their breathing becoming more rapid.

His own sect had lost a treasure mountain, but this lone figure blocking the horizon, although not majestic, was more difficult to shake than any mountain.

"Is this Shen Yi?"

Prince Zi Yang gazed into the distance, pondered for a long time, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

The Purple Bearded White Dragon clan does not like killing. Although he is strong, he has the same personality. Logically speaking, a vicious person like Shen Yi would make him subconsciously feel disgusted.

But the other party was speaking for the Banshan Sect and was in the right, and the killing method was so decisive that Prince Ziyang couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

After not appearing for many years, Nanhong suddenly has such a ruthless person. I don’t know if it is a good thing or not.

But at this moment, he finally understood why these old friends had reacted that way before.

"Now that the ancestral tablet has been revealed, what do you think?"

Calming his mind, Prince Zi Yang turned and looked at Ye Jiu and the others.

The towering stone tablet is covered with scarlet lines, each of which represents a cultivator from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect. After so many long years of accumulation, this immortal tablet has long been no less than the Dragon Cave.

Even if what descended upon Xihong was only a phantom, it was definitely not something that a celestial realm cultivator could resist alone.

Now that Shi Lianchang has fallen, the two sides have long been in a situation of fighting to the death. There is absolutely no possibility of mediation. It is time to make a decision.

“We never had a choice.”

Ye Jiu slowly raised the flowing sword. Ji Jingxi and Qi Yansheng did not answer, but the steps they took quietly proved their inner thoughts.

Seeing this, Prince Zi Yang's expression finally became serious.

This young man surnamed Shen not only has a high level of cultivation and cunning methods, but he is also so popular among the people. Even when they knew that the other party was from the Wuliang Daohuang Sect and that the entire sect was destroyed, these old friends did not hesitate.

Thinking of this, he sighed: "I'll take care of it, the conditions remain the same."

As long as he could stabilize the situation temporarily, even if he had to risk being scolded by his father, he would take on today's matter for the sake of their past friendship.

Of course, after resolving this matter, he would definitely have a good chat with this young man.

This boy is extremely talented, far surpassing Xuan Qing at that time by many times. Such a good seedling of immortal should have a quieter growth environment, instead of being disturbed by these trivial matters, and he should not stand on the opposite side of the immortals and repeat the same mistakes.

However, what surprised Prince Ziyang was that in the face of his kindness, Qi Yansheng smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't make the decision."

"you……"

Prince Ziyang was choked and said unhappily, "Don't be so arrogant."

The ancestral stele has appeared. Even with my strength of perfect heavenly realm, it would be quite difficult to resolve it. I might have to pay a high price. Although we are old friends, I can't get something for nothing!
"Help." Zi Xian tugged at her brother's sleeve, revealing a rare hint of pleading.

After Shi Lianchang's death, the situation had escalated to an extremely terrifying level.

Shen Yi is so cruel, so cruel that it is frightening.

But the other party was obviously in an abnormal state, and the decision made under such circumstances was inevitably irrational.

At this point, if he wants to cover for him, only his brother can do it.

"..."

Prince Zi Yang was silent for a moment, then reluctantly shook off Zi Xian's hand, took out a silver fan, and gently placed it on his face. In an instant, his entire aura changed drastically.

As his clothes rolled up, his body shape and skin became tall, strong and rough.

"It won't happen again."

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the ancestral monument.

The demonic power surged in his body, veins gradually appeared between his arms, and his five fingers slowly stretched out, as if he was lifting something.

In an instant, the huge and towering ancestral monument fell from the clouds with a loud bang, and went straight towards Shen Yi to suppress him!

The majestic momentum shook the heaven and earth, the clouds and mist dispersed, and even the boundless blue waves roared again, creating huge waves thousands of feet high.

At the same time, under the nervous gaze of several people, Prince Zi Yang suddenly took a step forward, his body turned into a stream of light and leaped up, rushing towards the bottom of the ancestral monument!

"Please! The ancestral monument will come to the world!"

Situ Fuhai stretched out his arms and roared with a ferocious face, and the entire Taoist Palace shook violently.

He stared at the black-shirted young man below him. He had lost such a big man in Xihong and had to watch his fellow disciples die. He now wished he could devour his flesh and blood alive.

Now, I will let these mortals see what a real fairy treasure is!
"Death to me!"

Along with Situ Fuhai's roar, it was like the wrath of Thunder God, and only the roar like a huge bell remained between heaven and earth.

boom--

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky formed a circle and spread rapidly in all directions. The surging air waves seemed to overturn the entire Xihong and even cause turbulence in the Dragon Palace.

However, it did not fall completely.

Under the immortal monument that blocked out the sky, a white hand appeared, and its slender five fingers were quietly dragging the monument.

The black shirt fluttered, making a rustling sound.

Shen Yi still stared calmly at Situ Fuhai in the distance, with a heavy look of despair in his eyes. He held up the immortal tablet with one hand, and his body did not waver at all.

Two golden dragon phantoms hovered between his wrists, and then ran towards his black shirt, as if two real dragons were swimming to protect his body. When they stopped, they looked like the most exquisite embroidery in the world, vivid with distinct scales and claws.

They looked down upon this land and water with an attitude that looked down upon the world.

This style of magical power originated from the East Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, and now it has finally revealed its true appearance.

The blue dragon spirit body!
With the ancient dragon soul covering the divine body, evil spirits cannot invade!
As if sensing something, Shen Yi glanced sideways into the distance, his grey eyes without any emotion.

"..."

Prince Ziyang still maintained the posture of being held up, with a wooden expression. He clenched his palms with a little embarrassment, then lowered his arms and patted his clothes to hide the shock in his heart.

You know, this is a fairy monument.

Anything that has anything to do with the word "immortal" can never be simple.

In order to avoid accidents, even he exerted all his strength. However, the young man was reluctant to throw away the knife in such a situation and took the ancestral stele with just one hand.

With the cultivation base of the middle stage of Heavenly Realm, he managed to display a strength comparable to that of the perfect Heavenly Realm!
Ye Jiu and the others also held their breath in a daze.

The scene before them shocked them even more than Shen Yi's previous killing of Shi Lianchang.

To use a mortal body to confront an immortal treasure, even if it was only the shadow of the immortal treasure, was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"you……"

Situ Fuhai's arms trembled slightly, staring at the ancestral monument in disbelief, his eyes fell, looking at the thin figure, his pupils slowly shrank. Only the people of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect knew how terrifying this immortal monument was.

You can also better understand how much immense power is hidden in that body shrouded in black clothes.

"No wonder, no wonder."

He clenched his palms, stumbled back two steps, and muttered: "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous."

With the strength of the perfect heavenly realm, he is more than enough to walk around Hongze in the absence of several top masters and the neglect of immortals. What's more, the other party is so young and his identity is so mysterious.

"Shi Lianchang, your death is not unjust!"

Situ Fuhai suddenly laughed wildly, his gray hair fell on his shoulders, and a ferocious look appeared on his old face.

To exchange the life of a fellow disciple for the life of a peerless genius who has a grudge against him is not a loss, not a loss!

"That was not the true use of the ancestral stele before." Prince Zi Yang looked at Shen Yi with a twinkling eye. He now cherished this young man even more. If it were not for the immortal, he even had the potential to lead a certain force beyond Hongze.

"This is a dragon cave that you can carry with you."

As if to verify Zi Yang's words, Situ Fuhai suddenly knelt down in front of the shadow of the ancestral monument and kowtowed several times: "Ancestral monument, please protect me, show your power, and deter the evil spirits!"

He was clearly a cultivator in the late Heavenly Realm, and he had actually knocked his forehead so hard in the Taoist Palace that it was bleeding.

And the ancestral monument also responded accordingly.

The densely packed scarlet lines above seemed to come alive, crawling upwards like reptiles. Countless patterns of the Infinite Dao Palace gradually dispersed and converged into a certain Taoist palace picture.

Counting from the top, that is the twenty-seventh picture.

Representing the master of this Taoist palace, he ranked 27th in the Wuliang Daohuang Sect throughout the long years.

Situ Fuhai's face quickly turned red, and the map of rivers and mountains reflected this land and water again. The human figures in it began to become distorted and huge, as if they had turned into demons and immortals. Bursts of roars resounded all around.

Along with the changes, the aura on his body surged like climbing bamboo shoots!

In just a few breaths, they reached the point that even Prince Zi Yang frowned slightly. It was worthy of being an immortal monument. This was just a phantom. In addition, the Wuliang Daohuang Sect's foundation was not very rich. If they were allowed to grow for some more time, they might be able to use this immortal treasure to force a Heavenly Realm cultivator to step into the Dao Realm!
"If I take action, I can defeat him, but I can't kill him."

Prince Ziyang looked towards Shen Yi and asked, "How are you going to end this?"

"..."

Shen Yi threw the ancestral stele casually and smashed it into the water, causing huge waves again.

But the phantom of the immortal treasure cannot be destroyed by brute force. Even if it is possible, it is not something that a cultivator in the heavenly realm can do.

"That ancestral stele is still blessing him." Ye Jiu watched the ancestral stele fall steadily into the water and couldn't help feeling anxious. Even though Situ Fuhai's strength seemed to have stopped increasing, as long as the ancestral stele was still there, the other party's aura would be like a surging river, endless.

This is also the reason why Prince Zi Yang could not kill the other party.

"Is there any way to destroy it?"

Faced with Ye Jiu's doubt, Qi Yansheng widened his eyes. If he could answer this question, would the Seven Masters of Nanhong still be living in seclusion?
Ji Jingxi stared at Shen Yi closely, and she found that the other party did not seem to want to destroy the immortal monument.

as predicted.

The next moment, Shen Yi ignored Situ Fuhai's changes and turned his gaze to the ten pictures at the top of the immortal monument.

Different from other Taoist palace pictures, these ten pictures all have annotations written in small seal script on the sides.

Next to the last picture are eight small words.

“Take a different approach and be unique.”

The pattern looked familiar. It was a huge Taoist palace with nine majestic immortals and monsters standing there, showing their might with their fangs and claws bared.

Situ Fuhai was still kowtowing frantically, hoping to receive more immortal treasures as rewards.

Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging down, staring at the immortal monument quietly.

The next moment, in full view of everyone, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I also want."

It didn't sound like a plea, but more like an order.

This attitude was certainly not respectful, but the next moment, the scarlet blood lines gathered in the Situ Fuhai Dao Palace Map began to wriggle again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace Map above.

"Uh."

Situ Fuhai seemed to sense something was wrong. He looked up in a daze and then saw the picture.

This is the strangest picture on the immortal stele. It appeared out of thin air. Even after tracing the seventeen branch sects, it is impossible to find who the owner of this picture is.

And now, he seems to have finally found it.

Thinking of this, Situ Fuhai panted heavily, looked blankly at the man in black shirt in the distance, and his ruddy face gradually turned pale.

In his sight, a scarlet picture of vast rivers and mountains gradually unfolded.

Shen Yi's body slowly rose up and landed between the thrones of the Taoist Palace.

He placed his palms lightly on the armrests.

Tall shadows were surging around him, and as they slowly stepped out, the ferocious faces of tigers, long dragons, white deer, etc. gradually became clear.

Accompanied by these nine demons, the ink-black sleeves slowly rose.

The fair and handsome young man, like a demon monarch, leaned calmly on the throne.

In an instant, scarlet evil aura swept out from the vast landscape of rivers and mountains, turning the entire sky blood red, which was more vivid and compelling than the sunset.

Outside the long steps at his feet, the dying Situ Junrui was like a lowly maggot, struggling on the pillar with horror on his face. Even if he tore his throat, his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Brother...save me...he is the Demon King..."

The Wuliang Demon Palace finally revealed its true appearance to the world.

With the blessing of the immortal monument, the Demon King's Palace became more and more majestic, standing in the sky like a bloody immortal city, with ghosts howling and wolves howling, which made people shudder.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on Situ Fuhai.

He slightly extended his right palm, and then brought it down calmly, as if he was passing judgment on this late Heavenly Realm sect leader.

"cut."

The words have been spoken.

In the blood-red picture of the vast mountains and rivers, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly jumped out, gathered again into a blood cloud in the sky, and then rushed down and swallowed up the Taoist Palace below.

There was no more human voice in the field, only the roars of the ferocious monsters, as if the most primitive beasts were hunting, tearing the fattest meat in the world.

Until everything is quiet.

A sharp wail pierced everyone's eardrums. It was the most desperate cry, and also a plea full of confusion and puzzlement!
"Fellow disciples are killing each other! Why?"

“Why?!”

The weeping sounds drifted in the air, and the tall Dao Palace slowly collapsed with a continuous roar, turning into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dissipating.

(End of this chapter)