Immortals of the End Times

More than a month later.

Inside the spacious alchemy room of the Wang family residence, the swirling spiritual mist suddenly condensed into a vortex.

As Zhao Wuji performed his pill-making technique, two pills the size of longan fruits floated in the void.

The one on the left, with its body flowing with yin and yang energies and its cinnabar patterns resembling coiled dragons, is the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill left behind by Huangfu Mi.

The newly refined pill on the right glowed with a scarlet blood-red light, its surface covered with the black mane patterns unique to the Pig Demon King, and occasionally emitted a muffled thunderous roar.

"It was a pleasant surprise, and all my research over the years was worthwhile."

"We've gathered dozens of kinds of spiritual materials with the help of the Wang family and Wushang Cave Heaven alone, and finally managed to refine this Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill."

Zhao Wuji lightly touched the new pill with his fingertips, and the ferocious phantom of the Pig Demon King immediately appeared on the surface of the pill.

Golden light flashed in his eyes, and he simultaneously activated the medicine identification technique and pill-making technique inherited from his medical and martial arts lineage, revealing the internal structure of the pill in minute detail through his divine sense.

The ferocity of the Demon King's inner core was neutralized by the thirty-six kinds of spiritual herbs, making it closer to the orthodox way of alchemy than expected.

"Fortunately, I left behind one of the pills as a reference; otherwise, even a skilled cook can't make a meal without ingredients, and I might not have been able to research it."

Zhao Wuji sighed.

It should be noted that the "Jinkui Cimai Lu" and "Zhoutian Cixue Zhenfa" left by Huangfu Mi are among the inherited works.

However, none of them recorded the method for refining the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill.

It only records the medicinal soups needed for low-level martial arts cultivation, such as the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Soup.

Therefore, for the past month or so, he has been using his medical skills in conjunction with his pill-making techniques to research the first Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill, and has finally made some progress.

As he rolled up his sleeves, two pills collided in mid-air.

"clang!"

Amidst the crisp ringing, Zhao Wuji suddenly uttered a soft "Eh."

In the instant the two pills clashed, he clearly saw the phantom of the dragon and the phantom of the pig demon king fighting each other within the medicinal properties.

The key points of alchemy that were not recorded in the inherited jade slip flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness like a torrential rain.

"I see!"

A smile appeared on his lips.

The seemingly naturally formed cloud and thunder patterns on the surface of the pill are actually used to block the medicinal properties.

The bristle patterns on the surface of the pig demon pill surprisingly correspond to the meridian pathways of the Zhou Tian acupuncture point.

"It's somewhat similar to the Starry Night Wine. Back then, Huangfu Mi used Golden Core and Demon Core as the main ingredients, so he probably also experienced a similar enlightenment."

Looking inward at the Blood Fiend Crystal Core stirring in his dantian, Zhao Wuji's gaze deepened.

For ordinary martial artists to break through to the Golden Core True Form Realm after reaching the Perfected Martial Courage Realm, it takes decades of honing their skills and the assistance of top-grade body-refining elixirs.

However, with the Yin-Yang Pearl continuously strengthening his physical body and two peerless precious pills, his direct breakthrough to the Golden Core True Form Realm in martial arts cultivation should be a natural progression.

If one only has one Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill, it may not be enough. It would take several years of cultivation before one would be confident of breaking through the barrier.

"Refining!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed two Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pills at the same time, quickly refining them using a hand seal and ingestion technique.

When the first wisp of elixir energy entered his body, it felt as if his muscles were being pierced by thousands of steel needles.

The Blood Fiend Crystal Core cracked open with a "crack," revealing spiderweb-like patterns, and the twelve meridians revealed the black mane totem unique to the Pig Demon King.

Each hair transforms into barbs that travel through the veins.

Before the excruciating pain subsided, the newly refined demon pill suddenly trembled, and a phantom image of the remnant soul of the Pig Demon King burst forth from within the pill, its tusks opening and closing as if to devour its host!

"Refining!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes blazed with a blood-red light, and the blue light from the ingestion technique surged from his throat.

Suddenly, the ancient pill left by Huangfu Mi shone brightly, and a miniature dragon inside the pill roared and leaped out. With a flick of its tail, the dragon's tail sent the pig demon phantom staggering.

The two streams of dantian clashed, tearing the blood-fiend crystal core into a red and white vortex, which was then rapidly refined.

"All the stars in the heavens, heed my command!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal.

Twenty-eight family-inherited golden needles suddenly flew out, exploding into golden light, setting up a large array of vital acupoints on the body's surface, with the needle tails trembling like stars in motion.

The dragon's internal energy seized the opportunity to entwine around the Ren meridian, while the pig demon's internal energy occupied the Du meridian.

Guided by the golden needle, the two formed a balance like the yin and yang fish.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's spine cracked with a series of sharp sounds, like a dragon's roar, and spiritual liquid, like dragon blood, seeped from every crevice.

This is the "dragon shedding its bones" effect hidden in the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill.

The collapsed blood-fiend crystal core within his dantian suddenly solidified, transforming into a crimson golden pill.

The left half of the elixir's surface features dragon scale patterns, while the right half is covered with pig bristle totems. In the center, at the yin-yang fish eyes, are two miniature true forms.

A blood-red dragon coiled around the mountain, while atop the mountain sat the phantom of a boar demon king with protruding tusks.

Zhao Wuji, suddenly inspired, opened his mouth and let out a long roar, causing the entire alchemy room to tremble violently.

Two streams of golden core true form power flowed across the body's surface, eventually condensing into a red and white interwoven armor.

The dragon head on the left shoulder exhales clouds and mist, while the pig head on the right waist has menacing fangs.

As the last wisp of elixir energy receded, the strange phenomenon suddenly subsided.

Zhao Wuji looked inward at his dantian and saw three golden pills suspended within it, like three blazing suns, shining brightly together!
At the very top, his own golden core shone brightly, like a bright moon in the sky, and as the spiritual energy flowed, there was a faint sense of a galaxy hanging upside down.

At the very bottom, the inner realm is filled with golden elixir and purple mist, resembling a celestial palace, containing secret realm mysteries and breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

And in the center was the newly formed Blood Fiend Golden Core!
The surface of the golden core is as red as blood, the dragon shape is as agile as drifting clouds, and the pig shape is as heavy as a mountain. It is the true form of the Blood Fiend!
As soon as this pill was released, its murderous aura soared to the sky, forming a delicate balance with the other two golden pills. The three pills resonated together, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring power!

"Blood Fiend True Form!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji had a thought, the Blood Fiend Golden Pill suddenly hummed and trembled.

Like a drumbeat, the energy reverberated within the dantian, and the immense blood and qi mixed with the spiritual power of the golden core erupted with a thunderous roar!

In an instant, his body surged with blood-fiend energy, and nine ferocious dragon phantoms burst forth from his body.

The dragon scales were as dark as blood jade, and the dragon eyes were as red as flames, swirling and roaring around him, the dragon's roar resounding in all directions.

At the same time, the malevolent energy beneath his feet solidified, transforming into a pitch-black lotus platform of malevolent energy.

As the lotus petals unfurled, the ferocious face of the Pig Demon King, with its tusks bulging, vaguely appeared, and its malevolent aura spread outwards like a tide, causing the ground to crack inch by inch!
At this moment, he was like a demon emerging from the abyss of blood, his aura extremely intimidating.

The dragon coiled around its body, the evil lotus supported its feet, and the power of the Golden Core True Form erupted completely!

boom! !

The entire alchemy chamber could not withstand the impact of this fierce bloodthirsty aura, cracked, and suddenly collapsed.

Zhao Wuji unleashed a dragon-shaped blood demon roar, shattering countless rocks with its fury.

"Let's test the power of this True Form Protection."

He suddenly raised his hand and made a move, and the True Martial Broken Sword shot out through the air, slashing towards himself like lightning!
"clang!"

Before the sword could even get close, it was blocked by the lotus platform of malevolent energy outside the body, making it impossible to advance an inch!

The power of the Blood Fiend True Form is incredibly strong!

"Unrestrained?"

At this moment, Hua Qingshuang rushed over upon hearing the sound. Her slender eyes slightly opened, and she gently covered her lips with her delicate hand, a hint of surprise appearing on her snow-white face.

"You've successfully broken through in your martial arts cultivation?"

She had never seen Zhao Wuji in such a fierce and domineering manner.

The true form of the blood demon surrounded them, the dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the murderous aura was like a prison!
This overwhelming pressure even made her, a cultivator who was close to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, feel a slight sense of unease.

"Peak Master!" Zhao Wuji turned his head to look at Hua Qingshuang, smiled and nodded, "Not bad, I have successfully broken through."

"So, you've now achieved your third Golden Core. The three Golden Cores are probably unparalleled even in this age of abundant spiritual energy!"

Hua Qingshuang stared at Zhao Wuji, her usually cold face now showing a hint of dazedness, as if she were witnessing the rise of a genius.

With the foundation of three Golden Cores, it might be a disaster in the Dharma-ending Age, but now that spiritual energy is reviving, Zhao Wuji will definitely become a Nascent Soul cultivator in the future.

When she first introduced this young man to Hanyue Peak, he was just a junior physician with superb acupuncture skills. Who would have thought he would achieve such success today?
"Peak Master, I have some plans that I need to tell you now."

Zhao Wuji stomped on the broken bricks and tiles, smiled at Hua Qingshuang, then looked at the woman in a plain white dress waiting not far away, and ordered, "Clean it up."

After saying that, he left with Hua Qingshuang.

"I will obey the instructions of my predecessors!"

The woman immediately obeyed the order. When she looked up, she saw the tall figure walking away side by side with Hua Qingshuang.

The mountain wind whipped up their clothes, and two sword lights, one blue and one white, flashed out from their sleeves, swirling around them like dragons.

In a daze, it seemed like a painting of immortals.

Wang Yutang stared blankly, a ripple of emotion welling up in her eyes—a mixture of envy and, more than anything, admiration.

"Senior Zhao's cultivation has improved again. This is a good thing for me!"

She gripped her sleeve tightly, a long-lost joy welling up in her heart.

Once upon a time, when she first became Zhao Wuji's attendant, she was just an insignificant member of a collateral branch of the family, unable to even touch the hem of the robes of the direct descendants.

At that time, she had already decided that if she could get close to this senior, she would be willing to give herself up.

unfortunately
Her delicate and graceful figure failed to catch the eye of this senior Zhao.

But now, the bitterness has turned into sweetness!

Although he was not favored, he was diligent and quick-witted, and was also a former attendant, so he was able to follow Master Zhao and handle miscellaneous tasks, and was even included in the inner clan.

"There is still a chance even in the Concentration Realm!"

She took a deep breath, turned around and directed her servants to clean the alchemy room.

The valley was shrouded in mist, and the mountain breeze swept across the nearby herb garden, carrying with it the fragrance of precious plants.

Hua Qingshuang stood by the stream, listening to Zhao Wuji's plans to leave. Her slender eyes lowered slightly, her fingertips lightly stroking a swaying sprig of cold tobacco. Her voice was clear and cool, yet revealed a rare fluctuation: "Are you really determined to go to the Qilin Sword Sect now?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back and smiled, "Peak Master, the spiritual energy in the world has now recovered to the third level of spiritual veins. Even the various demon kings and demonic cultivators from the states beyond the river have emerged one after another. This is the beginning of an era of great strife." He turned his head to look at Hua Qingshuang, "In the end times of Dharma decline, cultivators will keep a low profile, close their mountains to avoid calamities, and few will engage in combat. After all, the benefits gained from combat are not enough to cover their losses."

But now that spiritual energy is gradually recovering, resources need to be redistributed; to not fight for them is to retreat.

Hua Qingshuang paused slightly, toying with the leaves of the cold tobacco: "The Wang family has plenty of resources, and the spiritual veins in your Qiankun Space are also recovering. Why rush things?"

She looked up, her snow-white face reflecting the sunlight: "Although the Sword Master Wentian of the Qilin Sword Sect has some restraint on you because of Xiang Wang Zhen Shou, he will not force you if you stay in the Wang family to cultivate for a while before going there."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, a slight upturn at the corner of his lips, but no smile: "Peak Master, I alone possess three Golden Cores, which is equivalent to three Golden Core cultivators cultivating at the same time."

Even with the Mysterious Gate of the Female sharing the burden of the inner Golden Core, the energy consumption is still astonishing.

His gaze swept over the distant spirit fields, and he said calmly, "Besides, Peak Master, you are also a double Golden Core cultivator, plus Wang Shouzhen."

Although the Wang family's two fourth-level spiritual veins are good, they can support the cultivation of our six Golden Core cultivators at the same time. Even in an era of spiritual energy revival, it would be difficult to maintain them and restore them to the level of the former fifth-level spiritual veins. How easy is that?
The Qilin Sword Sect is different, after all, it has many spiritual veins and is supported by the Qi veins of the Nine Provinces.

Hua Qingshuang was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly: "You and Senior Sister Yan are quite similar, always liking to venture out into the world."

Zhao Wuji laughed upon hearing this: "Master Uncle dares to negotiate with a tiger for its skin; I am merely going with the flow."

The Qilin Sword Sect possesses ancient sword domain quotas and immortal cultivation manuals. Arriving a day earlier increases one's chances of success and allows one to secure a position and gain status sooner; otherwise…

He paused, thinking of the 'Exorcism Technique' and 'Demon Slaying Technique' that had not yet been deciphered in the Yin-Yang Pearl, and a deep look flashed in his eyes: "Although the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven is open-minded, he is not a kind person to be trifled with. If I am late, he will definitely become suspicious."

At that time, to prevent another Wang Wujiang from emerging from the Wang family, the true head of Xiang Yu might not still remain in my hands.

"That's all."

Hua Qingshuang loosened her grip on the cold tobacco leaves, and glistening sap seeped from the cracks in the leaves, winding like tear tracks.

With her back to Zhao Wuji, her moon-white dress swayed gently in the wind, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "I was too persistent just now... I didn't want you to leave, but indeed, for you, going to the Qilin Sword Sect is a wider horizon. The Wang family can't give you the future quota for ancient sword domains."

Hua Qingshuang's profile was like an ice sculpture, only her eyelashes trembled slightly: "I just..."

She suddenly stopped speaking, finally letting out a soft sigh: "When shall we depart?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the distant mountain peaks. Many members of the royal family and wandering cultivators were flying in the air outside the mountains, which looked like a world where spiritual energy was flourishing.

He said calmly, "Seven days later."

The babbling brook reflected their figures, and a misty haze drifted past their feet, creating an atmosphere as if they were in another world.

Hua Qingshuang lowered her gaze, looking at the swaying reflection in the water, and suddenly recalled the scene when Zhao Wuji carried her away from the Wang family.

Thinking of that unexpected kiss on her forehead, a faint smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, like frost melting away, a gentle warmth amidst the coolness.

"Okay, I'll take you then!"

Qilin Sword Sect.

Two streams of golden core spiritual energy simultaneously soared into the sky from the two mountain peaks, their spiritual light like dragons, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds.

Deep within Sword Valley, thousands of ancient swords trembled and hummed.

The ancient voice of the Qilin Sword Ancestor emanated from the bottom of the sword tomb, like the clanging of an ancient sword: "Two Golden Core Tribulations erupted at the same time... It must be those two brats, Chen Zhou and Fei Yuan."

The aura of these newly formed Golden Core cultivators reminds me of the Sword Sect's heyday.

He paused, his voice as cold as a deep pool: "Unfortunately... if we cannot find the source of the depletion of spiritual energy and resolve the calamity of the end times, the future will still be fraught with difficulties."

Currently, with the sect's three level-four spiritual veins, five level-three spiritual veins, and eight level-two spiritual veins, plus the Northern Cloud Qi Vein, it can sustain itself.

As the Sword Master of Asking Heaven sat in the pavilion playing the zither, his white robes fluttering, he laughed and said, "Grandmaster is worrying too much."

The great calamity of the end times has just passed, and the revival of spiritual energy is just beginning.

Even if future calamities arise, it should be my responsibility as a newly ascended Nascent Soul cultivator to handle them.

His fingertips lightly caressed the strings of the zither, the sword reflecting the carefree spirit in his eyes: "Grandmaster, perhaps you should think more about yourself. If we can find the great elixir to help you restore your Nascent Soul when the Ancient Sword Domain opens..."

"Life and death matter."

The Qilin Sword Ancestor interrupted, "How is the Holy Qilin Kong Jingxian, who broke through to the Golden Core stage two years ago, doing lately?"

"Demon kings and evil cultivators from various states beyond the river have emerged and are causing chaos everywhere."

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven raised an eyebrow slightly. "I've already sent him out to slay demons and monsters; it's a good opportunity to hone his sword intent and temperament. However..."

He paused, a smile flashing in his eyes: "There is an unexpected surprise."

That kid Zhao Wuji from the Wang family recently killed a pig demon king that was wreaking havoc on the Xuanming Dynasty.

This young man certainly has a chivalrous heart; I wasn't wrong about him back then. Moreover, he has already sent word that he will be coming to our Qilin Sword Sect soon.”

Within the deep pool of Sword Valley, the ancient sword trembled slightly, and the voice of the Qilin Sword Ancestor suddenly became solemn: "If this boy is to come to the Sword Sect, what position do you intend to give him?"

“A Golden Core cultivator cannot be treated like an ordinary disciple.”

The Sword Master Wentian shook his head and smiled as he played the zither, "But directly granting him the position of Sword Master Qilin might not be enough to win over the people."

"When you meet a swordsman, you must present your sword. According to the rules passed down through generations of the Sword Sect, the sect leader and elders are all selected from among the sword prodigies. Therefore, according to the rules, he must have a sword duel with many sword prodigies of the present generation."

He suddenly shook his head and chuckled, feeling a bit of a headache: "But with this kid's sword control technique, among the seven great sword masters in the sect, the only one who can pose a threat is that brat Kong Jingxian. I'm afraid the others can't even fight him with their swords."

After a moment of contemplation, the ancient sword emitted a clear and melodious sound: "If you want to win people's hearts, why not add another test?"

"Now that demons roam the land, why not let them each slay one demon? It would be a contest, a way to rid the world of evil, and a way to gain the respect of the people."

"Excellent! Old ginger is spicier."

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven laughed loudly, and the sword talisman in his sleeve transformed into a stream of light and soared into the sky. "I will now summon back the Holy Qilin. When Zhao Wuji arrives at the sect, it will be a perfect opportunity for these two lads to have a good fight!"

At this moment, in the sword-fighting square of the Qilin Sword Sect.

The sixth swordsman, Yu Qilin Liu Fufeng, stood before the sword monument, dressed in white, with exquisite features, sensing the faint sword intent emanating from the monument.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered slightly, as if sensing something. He gazed at the two golden core spiritual energies soaring into the sky on the distant mountain peak, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Chenzhou and Li Feiyuan have both broken through to the Golden Core stage."

At this moment, a golden-clad figure arrived on the wind, his robes fluttering in the wind. It was none other than Su Chen, the Third Swordsman and Golden Kirin.

A mocking smile played on his lips as his gaze swept over Liu Fufeng, his tone flippant:

"Junior Brother Liu, why are you still standing here in a daze? Xiao Chenzhou has already broken through to the Golden Core stage, while you haven't even reached the Perfection of the Spirit Condensation stage. The gap between you and Xiao Chenzhou is really getting bigger and bigger."

"Didn't you all fight Zhao Wuji before? Xiao Chenzhou always says he received guidance from Zhao Wuji and improved greatly. Didn't you receive any guidance either?"

Liu Fufeng remained calm, his gaze still fixed on the distant mountain peaks, and said in a composed tone: "Xiao Chenzhou said he received guidance from Zhao Wuji, but I never said that."

Su Chen scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "What? Are you saying Xiao Chenzhou is inferior to you? Or are you saying... you're stronger than Zhao Wuji?"

Liu Fufeng withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Su Chen, and raised the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile: "Senior Brother Su, as the third sword disciple, weren't you also surpassed by the fourth sword disciple, Xiao Chenzhou? What, you have the leisure to give me pointers today?"

Su Chen's face darkened, and a shadow flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered and sneered: "Heh, if I hadn't given my Sword Heart Pill to that Zhao guy, would I have been slower than Xiao Chenzhou?"
Now, I'm just waiting for the right opportunity; breaking through to the Golden Core stage is only a matter of time.

He paused, a playful glint in his eyes, and lowered his voice to say, "However... just now the sect leader sent a message to the elders' hall, saying that the Qilin Sword Sect will be adding another sword disciple."

Liu Fufeng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh?"

Su Chen sneered: "It's that Zhao Wuji."

Liu Fufeng's gaze narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "With his sword control skills and cultivation level, he is indeed qualified."

A cold glint flashed in Su Chen's eyes: "Qualifications? Heh, the position of Sword Master isn't something just anyone can sit in."

Moreover, one more person means one more person to share the resources. He once devoured all the Sword Heart Pills allocated to the seven Sword Masters.”

His tone grew colder: "In short, the sect leader has given orders that Zhao Wuji will be coming to the sect to compete in swordsmanship soon. If we can suppress him, perhaps... there won't be an extra person to share the resources for the Sword Master position."

Upon hearing this, Liu Fufeng raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking at Su Chen with a half-smile: "Senior Brother Su means... you want to give it a try?"

Su Chen snorted coldly, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "If it's just a sword contest, not a contest of cultivation, then I'll test his strength."

What, Junior Brother Liu, you dare not?"

Liu Fufeng shook his head, his tone still indifferent: "I just think... instead of arguing with me here, Senior Brother Su should think about how long you can hold onto your position as the third swordsman if you can't suppress Zhao Wuji?"

Su Chen's face suddenly darkened, and his fist clenched slightly in his sleeve, but he quickly relaxed it and chuckled, "Alright! Then we'll wait and see!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snorted coldly, turned around, and transformed into a golden sword light, disappearing into the sky.

Liu Fufeng watched his departing figure, her gaze slightly lowered, then she looked again at the golden core phenomenon on the distant mountain peak and murmured to herself:
“Zhao Wuji… Heh, interesting. Senior Brother Xiao and Elder Mo both said that he has comprehended the differentiation of sword qi and is close to the differentiation of sword light. If that is true, even Senior Brother Kong may not be able to suppress this person.”

...

Eight thousand miles away, the sky was clear and bright.

A sword light, like a dragon soaring through the clouds and mist, leisurely swept across the border of the Xuanming Dynasty.

Zhao Wuji leaned against the sword light, the jade pot in his hand swaying gently, the amber spirit wine swirling in the pot, emitting a refreshing aroma.

He tilted his head back and took a sip, feeling a burning sensation in his throat, and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

倏然
A demonic aura rose from the forest below, and a crimson wolf demon was tearing apart the corpses of villagers, its fangs mangled with blood and flesh.

"Hmm? A wandering little demon? It dares to show its face in this desolate and remote place."

Zhao Wuji, his eyes slightly narrowed with drunkenness, casually flicked his sword.

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword beneath him suddenly split into two, cascading like a silver river.

A dazzling sword light descended from the sky, instantly piercing through the wolf demon's crown!
The wolf demon didn't even have time to howl before it was shredded into a bloody mist by the sharp sword energy.

The sword light, carrying the demon corpse, swirled back, emitting a faint bloody stench, and disappeared into the clouds, instantly being absorbed into the Pot Heaven Space, where it could be used to brew Starry Night Wine.

Zhao Wuji sensed the agitation of the demon-slaying technique within the Yang Pearl, tilted his head back and drank again, the wine sliding down his lips and wetting his clothes, but he didn't care.

"Good wine! Only by drinking can we slay demons with pleasure."

He let out a long laugh, and the sword light suddenly accelerated, leaving a long white streak in the sea of ​​clouds.

Along the way, in some remote and desolate areas, there were unruly little demons causing trouble, or snake demons occupying villages, or eagle monsters preying on people.

Zhao Wuji simply waved his hand casually.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Sword light rained down, each strike precisely piercing the demon's vitals. Blood blossomed amidst the green hills and clear waters, only to be evaporated by the sword energy in an instant.

He drinks wine like water and slays demons like cutting grass; he is truly carefree and unrestrained!

"Riding the wind on my sword, I vanquish demons across the land!"

(End of this chapter)