Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 611 Seize the day and night
Beihong is the residence of immortals.

On the round and thick Panlong pillar, a dark golden Dharma image about ten feet tall hung its head.

At the heart, a lacquered mahogany wedge was deeply embedded in it, causing his solid and broad chest to appear inexplicably shriveled and withered. Dark golden liquid oozed out, rolling down the muscle veins and wetting the talismans and ropes on his body.

"Ho..."

This tall golden statue of the prison let out a faint breath, and its pair of gilded eyes stared blankly at the ground. Its eyes no longer had the domineering look of the past, and were only filled with endless numbness and struggle.

"Open your mouth and take the pill."

A rough black dragon claw pressed on its left shoulder and threw it against the pillar. At the moment when the golden body was forced to raise its head, the black dragon stuffed a pill that was shining with precious light directly into its mouth.

The golden body leaned dejectedly against the pillar, feeling the vigorous medicinal power dissolving in his body, staring silently at the black dragon in front of him.

Something like elixir can actually take effect on a body condensed by the power of faith. It is definitely not made from ordinary treasures from heaven and earth.

"What are you looking at? This kind of elixir is hard to come by even for me. It would be a waste to use it on you."

With contempt in his eyes, Qi Tianchuan grabbed the golden statue's head with one claw and pressed it down violently.

A minor cultivator who could barely reach the level of Hedao by relying on the elixir from heaven, if he had not taken crooked paths and deceived the attention of the Immortal Court, he would never have the qualifications to look directly at himself in his lifetime.

"Qi, please be careful and don't implicate me."

An old man in a yellow robe frowned and glanced at the black dragon, then focused on repairing the cracks on the golden body that had collapsed due to being unable to withstand the seal.

Even if it is just food for immortals, it is not something that people like me can easily insult.

Wasting food is a big taboo.

“I just feel it’s a pity.”

Qi Tianchuan sniffed the remaining scent of elixir on his claws. Wow, this sweet smell of incense is really intoxicating.

Just then, a leisurely sound of footsteps came from behind.

The two put down what they were doing at the same time, turned around and bowed humbly: "We have done what you asked us to do. As long as there are enough elixirs and it works hard to heal its wounds, it will not be a problem for it to live another 100,000 years under this seal."

"More than 100,000 years?"

The white robe swayed slightly, and the person walked out from the clear light.

Perhaps all living beings would think that the Great Immortal Hongze is an old man with a sage-like demeanor, or at least middle-aged.

But in fact, he looked very young and his face was a little thin. Even with such fairy-like clothes, he revealed a bit of meanness.

Immortal Hongze smiled and looked at the figure on the pillar: "My friend, more than ten years will be enough."

For beings like them, more than ten years is just a blink of an eye, just a short rest, or even an occasional wandering in space.

In such a short period of time, one can gain merits that even make him excited.

This is heaven's will to help me return to the immortal world.

"Go out."

The Immortal Hongze quietly dismissed the two people and slowly walked to the front of the golden statue. With his clothes swaying, he slowly rose up.

Eyes facing each other.

A strong sense of fear suddenly emerged in the numb eyes of the golden body.

Qinghua chanted her master's name in her heart, but she still couldn't suppress the slight trembling of her golden body. As if she knew what would happen next, she curled up deep inside the body and clenched her teeth.

The next moment, Immortal Hongze stretched out his index finger and slowly pointed it into the void.

"Roar!!"

At the same time, the sturdy golden body clenched his fists, and golden light surged on his body, which was peeled off bit by bit and merged into the fingertips of the immortal.

Its muscles were tense, veins bulged, and its palms were shaking wildly.

The merits that could earn it an immortal position in heaven are slowly being taken away by others.

Inside this majestic golden body.

The Yin God with a handsome face and a snow-white robe was struck by lightning. He stretched out his right palm in a daze, wanting to keep these merits, but his five fingers grabbed nothing and could not hold anything.

"My Lord—"

The young-looking Yin Shen's lips trembled slightly.

What really made Qinghua feel despair was not the pain that swept through his body.

She controlled the Yin Spirit and managed the Golden Body for her master, but now she could only watch helplessly as the things that belonged to Shen Yi were taken away, and she was completely unable to protect them.

"Who are you calling?"

The Immortal Hongze looked down at the golden statue from a high place. He noticed the other party's silent chanting and couldn't help but find it a little funny: "Pray to the immortals and worship Buddha? Have you forgotten that I am the immortal?"

The words echoed in the hall, bringing with them a despairing pressure.

Below the immortals, all things are straw dogs.

"..."

The trembling fingers of the white-shirted Yin God gradually calmed down, and the eyes that were originally struggling in pain also became as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He clenched his fists.

Carefully feeling the pain in his body, the young man was silent for a long time, but he raised the corner of his lips and revealed a ferocious smile.

"Ok?"

Immortal Hongze hummed lightly and frowned slowly.

Then, the golden body, which had a numb face before, raised its head little by little, and the struggling gilded eyes were so clear at this moment.

Without any emotion, he just stared at me quietly.

Even the Immortal Hongze felt a little offended and angry, but he still showed the magnanimity of an immortal: "Look, you only have ten years left to live anyway."

The Prison-Suppressing Golden Body watched as the power of merit from the sky merged into the other party's fingertips.

It cast its gaze on the immortal's face, as if it wanted to remember this face. Finally, it opened its mouth, and its deep voice also resounded throughout the hall.

"More than ten years is too long. I only want to seize the day."

Upon hearing this, Immortal Hongze was stunned for a moment.

Then, he seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke and laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

He waved his sleeves casually, taking away those merits, and at the same time covered the door of the hall with clear air, and the entire hall was instantly plunged into deep darkness.

Immortal Hongze glanced outside the palace and said jokingly: "My fellow immortal, in front of me..."

His voice suddenly became gloomy: "How can you see the morning and evening?"

However, the golden body no longer responded.

It lowered its head again, enjoying the afterglow of the painful convulsions in its body. The torture that felt like its soul was being torn apart could keep it awake forever.

……

Xihong, the Mountain Moving Sect.

Shen Yi stood in front of the hill with his eyes closed, his hands hanging casually, only his fingertips deeply sunk into his palms.

"what happened to you?"

Ji Jingxi sensed something was wrong and gently supported the other person. As soon as he touched him, he felt how weak Shen Yi was underneath his straight body.

She was shocked. Could it be that in the battle between her and the two leaders of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, her leader Shen did not win as easily as others had seen?

"fine."

Shen Yi opened his eyes and gently pushed the hand off his shoulder.

He enjoyed the immortal's methods from beginning to end. Although it was a bit like asking for trouble, it also allowed him to have a clearer understanding of the Immortal Hongze.

He lowered his head and muttered, "It has to be quick."

Ye Jiu and Qi Yansheng walked slowly from a distance. They didn't know what Shen Yi was planning at the moment, but they just didn't want to let the other party go forward alone.

Even if they are a little weak, being able to fart and add momentum, or raid the formation or something like that is better than doing nothing.

It was really uncomfortable to watch the other party fighting alone against the Wuliang Daohuang Sect.

"When will we do it?"

Ye Jiu took out the Flowing Light Sword. The Sword of All Things that failed to penetrate the dragon monster's body last time should be able to play a role this time.

Hearing this, Shen Yi looked towards the water and gently rubbed his wrists to calm his trembling fingers.

"Just now."

……

In the main hall of Xilong Palace.

Qi Shengtao stared at the desk in front of him and wrote furiously: "This is a matter of infighting among fellow disciples. I hope your clan will personally take action and clean up the mess!"

The rest of the people in the hall dared not breathe a word.

Obviously, the fact that the two leaders of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect were still beheaded after offering the ancestral tablet gave my father a great shock.

If that person also mastered the method of summoning the ancestral tablet, it can be said that he already had the power to turn Xihong upside down. Even if the father came forward, I am afraid that he would not be able to kill him easily. I thought that the Ten Thousand Demons Palace was the biggest trouble, but I didn't expect that this seemingly peaceful land and water would hide such a monster!
Now that the two of them have appeared together, these dragon descendants have actually felt like they are in danger.

boom!
Qi Shengtao finally put down his pen and carefully looked at the three letters in front of him, which were sent to the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, the Yue Family, and the Beilong Palace respectively.

The first two were invited to deal with the evil disciple of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect. As for the Beilong Palace... after discovering that things had changed, the Western Dragon King had given up his previous opinion.

Today's Hongze seems to be becoming more and more weird.

Various unidentified strong men appeared out of nowhere, and who knows if they will stumble and fall into the hands of some unknown person in the next moment.

Beilong Palace is deeply trusted by the immortals and is tasked with looking after Hongze.

Even though the group of Netherworld Black Dragons had huge appetites, Qi Shengtao had to ask them to come forward. At least they were from the same dragon clan, and they also had to consider the immortals, so they would not do the evil things like those vicious criminals in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

It is better to lose an arm than to lose your life.

"..."

Qi Shengtao was suddenly stunned, then laughed at himself.

There were so many strange things happening that I had such a ridiculous idea.

It is now in the dragon cave. There are only three people in Hongze who can kill it. Those three people are restraining each other and are being watched by immortals, so there is no chance for it to make a move.

"Look at what a coward you are."

Qi Shengtao raised his head, his eyes became fierce again, and he slowly glanced at the people below: "Cheer up for me, don't let nephew Ziyang laugh at you."

I saw my father wave his hand and send out the three letters.

Qi Zhaowen finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to the person beside him, saying, "I'll have to trouble Crown Prince Ziyang for the time being."

There are two powerful and renowned heavenly realm masters in Hongze guarding this place, so there is really no need to panic.

"polite."

Prince Ziyang sat behind the table with his sister, sipped his wine and waved his hand casually.

He just glanced at the three letters flying out of the hall with the corner of his eye, without even a trace of emotion on his face.

The moment he issued the order, no one in the entire Xihong could get a single word out. This was the confidence he had as the crown prince of the East Dragon Palace.

He just wasn't sure whether there was any point in doing this.

The young man who boasted about killing the immortals already possessed enough character, but in terms of his strength, let alone whether he could defeat me, even if he could, he was still a long way from the opponent's goal.

Let alone killing the immortal, even killing the old dragon in front of him would not be enough.

Tsk, do you want me to help you think of a way to trick this old dragon out?

Give Shen Yi a chance?
Thinking of this, Prince Ziyang put down his wine glass and shook his head helplessly.

I was really influenced by that Shen. Given the current situation of Donglong Palace, how could it possibly get involved in such things?

Take it slow, first see how Shen Yi plans, then observe.

As the prince of Donglong Palace, how could he be led around by just a few words from others?

"Don't worry, father."

Qi Zhaowen got Zi Yang's affirmative answer, and he became more confident. He began to take this opportunity to show the difference between himself and his brothers. He smiled and said, "In fact, whether it is the Ten Thousand Demons Palace or the evil disciples of the Wuliang Daohuang Sect, if they really have the strength, they would not hide and would have attacked the Dragon Palace long ago."

"In my opinion, we underestimated them before, which is why we were found by them and killed one after another. We should just stay in the Dragon Palace and wait for Beihong to help us. Then all our worries will be solved."

If Qi Shengtao said such words, it would be a loss of some of the Dragon King's dignity.

It glanced casually at its son, with no expression showing any joy or anger, but deep down it finally felt a little satisfied.

Lack of strength is nothing, at least the eyesight and brain are good.

Qi Shengtao slowly leaned back on the throne and skipped over the topic: "The situation is treacherous now. Call your eldest brother back first to avoid any accidents. As for those idle wild monsters, subdue as many as you can, and leave the rest to the south to worry about."

"My son understands!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhaowen was overjoyed.

It hasn't been long since the eldest brother left. How can the problems in the south be resolved so quickly? If he is called back at this time, without the support of Nanlong Palace and the demons headed by Patriarch Hanshan, and Zixian, the bitch, has been squeezed out by his father, how can Qi Zhaoyi still have the qualifications to compete with him.

Father has already made the decision in his heart!
However, the joy in Qi Zhaowen's eyes did not last long.

Because of his urgent mood, he even used his blood essence and used the secret method of the dragon clan to contact the other party. It was also a good opportunity to show his concern for Qi Zhaoyi in front of his father: "Brother, Xihong has changed, I hope you can come back soon."

The next moment, the eyelids of the Second Prince of Xihong twitched twice.

He looked up in shock and looked at Qi Shengtao on the throne: "Father...it seems that my elder brother has returned...he is outside the Dragon Palace."

Everyone present was a demon who had lived for so many years, so they knew the reason for the strange look on Qi Zhaowen's face.

Qi Zhaoyi was ordered to go to Nanhong to handle business. He had only been gone for a short time, but he did not report back to the letter, did not inform in advance, and did not respond to the message from the Essence and Blood Secret Method. He just appeared quietly outside the Dragon Palace?

This matter sounds a bit weird.

Plus what happened recently in Xihong...

"call."

Qi Shengtao slowly sat up straight, his expression indifferent, and nodded his chin lightly, saying: "Go and meet your elder brother. I want to know what happened in the south."

It has given its eldest son too many opportunities, even going so far as to personally help him expel the big monster and gather a team of his own outside of Zi Xian's sight.

It's just such a small thing, but the other party can do it so well.

It is indeed a bit too disappointing.

Of course, there is another possibility, but Qi Shengtao doesn't believe that someone would dare to walk up to him after doing that kind of thing.

"..."

Prince Zi Yang and Zi Xian looked at each other, felt the dragon seal in the storage magic weapon, and their expressions suddenly became much strange.

It is impossible for a dead person to appear outside the temple.

There was only one possibility left for the person that Qi Zhaowen sensed.

But...what is he doing here now? !

Everyone in the room felt Qi Shengtao's emotional change and it instantly became dead silent.

Qi Zhaowen didn't dare to say much. He bowed and saluted, then turned and rushed out of the hall.

However, just as he reached the palace gate, his whole body froze in place.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him, looking at the plain black shirt that he had never seen before but had just heard of, as well as the fair and handsome face, and the calm gaze that the other party was giving him...

Qi Zhaowen's pupils dilated instantly, his throat surged, and the roar had already reached the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't shout out.

boom!
The young man in black shirt took a step forward and kicked the black heavy armor on Qi Zhaowen's lower abdomen.

There was no fluctuation of breath, only the surrounding world was distorted for a moment.

This huge demon in the middle stage of the Heaven Realm was actually sent flying backwards without any resistance, tumbling several times in the air, and under the astonished gaze of everyone, it crashed into the long steps!

As a result, the throne suddenly sank and tilted.

Qi Shengtao bent his body slightly, holding the armrests tightly with both hands. Under the shaking crown, the ferocious dragon head stared at the ground below in shock and anger.

Qi Zhaowen was curled up like a shrimp, lying in a pile of broken jade, one hand covering his abdomen, his whole body twitching, and the other bloody hand was holding on to the broken stairs.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was full of blood plasma.

He could only stare at his father with wide eyes, and then try hard to climb up the long steps, trying to reach his father's feet.

"Ho...ho..."

A long boot casually landed on his back and stepped on his dragon spine, making Qi Zhaowen's eyes bloodshot, his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and his whole body could not move at all.

At some point, the young man in black had walked through the crowd and arrived at the bottom of the long steps.

He stepped lightly on Qi Zhaowen and looked up at the Western Dragon King.

Behind the young man, three figures quietly stepped into the hall.

The wide white robe with gold thread was slightly rolled up, outlining the patterns of Qingyue, Tianjian, and Lingyue, making the eyelids of everyone in the hall twitch at the same time.

"you--"

Qi Shengtao's eyes flushed red as he saw the prince he had just appointed in his heart being trampled underfoot like this.

Its voice was hoarse: "Is it that evil disciple of Wuliang Daohuang Sect?"

Perhaps it won't be able to wait for the Immortal Sect to come and clean up the mess, because now the murderous intent in its heart has risen to the point where it can no longer be suppressed.

"Blind your dog eyes!"

When Situ Fuhai and Shi Lianchang died, Qi Yansheng was extremely concerned about this matter. Now, when he heard this again, he took a step forward with a cold expression: "This is the leader of my seven sons, the leader of Nanyang Sect."

After hearing these words, even Qi Zhaowen stopped struggling, turned around blankly, and looked at the young man in front of him.

They had guessed countless identities of the enemy, but never thought that the answer would be so simple.

The nearest Nanhong is the Qi clan that they just tried to harm.

When that impoverished force that lived in a remote corner appeared again, they walked into the main hall of the West Dragon Palace in such a dignified manner.

(End of this chapter)