Immortals of the End Times

Inside the Qilin Sword Sect Affairs Hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense, and the seven ancient swords hanging from the ceiling trembled slightly in the spiritual energy, emitting clear and melodious sword sounds.

Elder Shu Chundong, dressed in a grey-white sword robe, immediately rose to greet Zhao Wuji as he entered the hall, bowing respectfully and saying, "Your Highness, this matter is urgent, and I have no choice but to ask you to make the decision personally."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal him to speak frankly.

On both sides of the hall, several male and female disciples dressed in sword robes with unicorn patterns stood solemnly awaiting orders.

But he couldn't help but secretly glance at this newly promoted number one swordsman.

A young female cultivator secretly raised her eyes and saw Zhao Wuji standing with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering without wind, and a calm and composed demeanor between his brows. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"His Highness the Heavenly Qilin is truly exceptional..."

She sighed inwardly and quickly lowered her head, afraid that others would notice her lapse in composure.

The male cultivator beside him stared intently at the sword token at Zhao Wuji's waist, his eyes filled with longing.

He whispered to his companion, "I heard that Your Highness defeated the Holy Kirin Master Kong with a single sword strike. Your swordsmanship is so high that even the Grand Elder might not be able to match it... It's a pity that I wasn't in the sect that day and missed the chance to watch the battle."

"Your Highness!"

Shu Chundong took out a blood-red jade slip and solemnly said, "Recently, the demons in the states beyond the river have become increasingly rampant, especially the demon horde led by the Crimson-Eyed Demon King."

They repeatedly harassed the grottoes and small families on the border of Beiyun Dizhou, using ruthless methods and even colluding with demonic cultivators, their whereabouts were elusive.

The sect has received numerous petitions for help, with Flying Eagle Cave Heaven suffering particularly heavy losses.

He paused, then continued, "If we can find out the whereabouts of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King, or even kill him, we can not only relieve Beiyun's crisis, but also make a great contribution to the sect, at least a Class B merit."

Furthermore, identifying the demonic cultivators who collaborated with him would also be invaluable.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself, "What a coincidence. The azure ape demon soul that I captured in the market just now might be the breakthrough."

He pondered for a moment, wanting to exchange for the Golden Core middle section of the Heavenly Inquiry Sword Manual, but he needed a Grade A Great Merit.

This opportunity to earn merit is something I can consider.

He immediately asked, "Do you have any specific clues?"

Shu Chundong shook his head and sighed, "The Crimson-Eyed Demon King is cunning and elusive; there is currently no definite information about him."

However, according to the cultivators who escaped, this demon has recently been frequently appearing in the 'Black Wind Valley' area, which borders Beiyun Dizhou and Hewai Liezhou, seemingly plotting something.

Zhao Wuji's lips curled slightly. Thinking of the demon-slaying technique that was still yet to be deciphered, he said calmly, "I'll take on this task."

Shu Chundong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said, "If Your Highness needs the cooperation of sect disciples, this old man can immediately dispatch elite sword cultivators to accompany you..."

"No need."

Zhao Wuji raised his hand to interrupt, his tone calm but unquestionable, "I can go alone. If I need support, I will send a message."

Upon hearing this, the disciples on both sides of the hall, who had been full of anticipation, instantly lost their light.

A young female cultivator couldn't hide her disappointment. She had hoped that if she could travel with His Highness the Heavenly Qilin, even if she was just helping out, she could still receive some guidance and perhaps even glimpse the true meaning of the sword path.

The male cultivator beside him also looked somber, and whispered, "What a pity... If I could have followed His Highness to slay demons, I might have witnessed the legendary Nirvana Sword Intent..."

Shu Chundong was taken aback, then understood.

Sword cultivators cultivate their minds and act according to their own rules, let alone the Heavenly Qilin who overpowers the Seven Great Sword Masters.

He immediately cupped his hands and said, "In that case, I will arrange for my disciples to be in charge of receiving and transmitting intelligence. Your Highness, please feel free to give any instructions if needed."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to leave the Affairs Hall.

Once his figure had completely disappeared outside the hall, Shu Chundong withdrew his gaze, glanced at the group of dejected disciples inside, and shook his head with a smile: "What kind of behavior is this, with everyone looking so downcast?"

The disciples quickly composed themselves, but the disappointment in their eyes was still undeniable.

Shu Chundong stroked his beard and sighed softly, his tone softening slightly: "Don't be discouraged. This Prince Tian Qilin has only been in the sect for a short time and hasn't yet experienced the sect's atmosphere or established any friendships. It's not that he looks down on you."

He glanced at everyone and said earnestly, "If there is an opportunity in the future, perhaps His Highness will take a fancy to one or two of you and keep you by his side as sword attendants."

At that time, even just a few words of guidance will be of immense benefit to you.

Upon hearing this, hope was rekindled in the eyes of all the disciples.

"However, becoming His Highness's sword attendant also requires going through numerous selections and competitions."

The young female cultivator's eyes brightened slightly, and she murmured softly, "If only I could become His Highness's sword attendant..."

The male cultivator clenched his fists, secretly resolving, "I must work even harder to cultivate and strive to be noticed by His Highness next time!"

Seeing this, Shu Chundong nodded in satisfaction and waved his sleeve, saying, "Alright, everyone, step back."

Remember, the path of sword cultivation must ultimately be walked by oneself. Your Highness has reached this point not because of the help of others.

When he joined our Qilin Sword Sect, he had already independently grasped the art of sword light differentiation. This is talent, but it is also inseparable from his daily diligent practice.

All the disciples bowed in unison: "We will respectfully follow the Elder's teachings!"

After everyone had left, Shu Chundong looked out at the sea of ​​clouds outside the hall and murmured to himself, "Master Zhao, the Heavenly Qilin... I wonder if this demon-slaying mission will bring back some surprises for the sect..."

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, turned and walked to the desk to continue dealing with the pile of documents on jade slips.

Outside the hall, the mountain wind was biting.

Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, flipped his sleeves, and the azure ape demon soul that had been captured appeared in his palm.

The demonic soul struggled and roared, but he firmly imprisoned it with his God-Suppressing Technique.

"The Crimson-Eyed Demon King... what an opportunity that has come knocking on our door."

His gaze was deep, and he lightly touched the demon soul with his fingertip, uttering a low shout: "Marry the Dream!"

In an instant, the demonic soul trembled, and using the soul as a clue, Zhou Gong interpreted the dream.

Fragments of memories flooded his consciousness like a tide, forming a vivid dreamscape.

But deep in a valley, the Crimson-Eyed Demon King sat on a throne of white bones, his demonic aura churning like blood mist.

Dozens of demonic beasts knelt below, among them was this green ape demon.

"The blood sacrifice will begin in three days... We must capture at least one hundred cultivators to help me refine the 'Ten Thousand Souls Gathering Beast Banner'!"

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King grinned maliciously, his single crimson eye sweeping over the demons. "The Demon Lord has bestowed upon us a secret technique. This time, we will surely make the Northern Cloud Di Prefecture flow with rivers of blood!"

His memory abruptly ended, and the ape demon soul he controlled completely dissipated.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his divine sense, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Blood sacrifice? The Banner of Gathering Myriad Souls? The Demon Lord certainly has a grand scheme."

"Anyone who can be called a 'Lord' must be a Nascent Soul True Lord, or at least someone like the former Sword Lord Wentian, who could break through to the Nascent Soul stage at any time."

"This memory seems to be from before the destruction of Flying Eagle Cave. I wonder if that Crimson-Eyed Demon King is still in Black Wind Valley."

His expression gradually became solemn, and his figure pierced the sky like a sword rainbow, soon arriving at the Sword Washing Pool of Flying Rainbow Peak.

On the banks of the Sword Washing Pool, several sword cultivators on duty were meditating when suddenly a purple figure appeared, walking on the moonlight, his robes fluttering as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

"Master Zhao!"

"Greetings, Master Zhao!"

The disciples hurriedly stood up, bowed in unison, and their eyes were full of reverence.

"Your cultivation is fine, let me see my precious sword!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his figure flying over the barrier and arriving at the Sword Washing Pool.

His gaze fell upon the Frost Soul Flying Sword in the center of the pool, which seemed to be emitting starlight.

At this moment, the Milky Way hangs upside down, and the moonlight shines like a ribbon.

The spiritual liquid in the Sword Cleansing Pool surged, and streams of sword essence swirled around the Cold Soul Flying Sword like swimming dragons.

The icy, crystalline sheen on the sword's surface became increasingly solid, with faint star patterns flowing around it—a transformation resulting from the incorporation of star-patterned cold steel.

"Buzz!"

As if sensing its master's arrival, the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly rang out and vibrated, its blade rippling with waves.

The spiritual liquid in the pool boiled and transformed into a water tornado that lifted the flying sword, making it appear as if a dragon had emerged from the water, its sharpness fully revealed!
"How insightful!"

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He flicked his sleeve and made a hand seal with his sword fingers.

"rise!"

In an instant, the essence of the sword soul that had accumulated at the bottom of the Sword Washing Pool was completely activated.

Countless silver-white streams of light surged from the bottom of the pool, flowing like rivers into the sea, and all disappeared into the Cold Soul Sword.

The star patterns on the sword's edge suddenly lit up, reflecting the phantom images of the stars in the sky under the moonlight!

Zhao Wuji patted his storage bag and suddenly took out the Huaihai Xuanbing given to him by Xiao Chenzhou.

This piece of ice was entirely dark blue, and its chilling aura was like mist. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the ground.

"What a magnificent piece of millennia-old ice!"

He pointed his sword, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword was drawn from its sheath with a clang.

The moment the sword's edge touched the ice, spiderweb-like patterns cracked open on the surface of the ice crystals.

"Using the sword's essence as a guide, fusing star steel as its core, and using mystic ice as its blade..."

Zhao Wuji brought his two fingers together and drew refined talismans in the air.

With each talisman cast, the sword vibrated as if being forged by a heavy hammer.

The star patterns on the sword's edge lit up, drawing out the essence of the Xuanbing ice bit by bit and merging it into the sword's body.

The sword gradually changed from translucent to a deep, icy color, with fine star-like veins appearing on its surface, as if the entire Milky Way had been forged into the sword.

"laugh!"

The ice melted at a visible speed, turning into wisps of icy blue mist, which were greedily devoured by the Cold Soul Sword.

The star pattern running from beginning to end on the sword's spine became increasingly clear, with faint ice crystals flowing within it.

As dawn broke in the east, the last wisp of Xuanbing essence disappeared into the sword.

The Cold Soul Sword suddenly emitted a clear and melodious cry!
"Qiang!!"

The sword's cry echoed like a phoenix's call in the heavens, its sound resounding in all directions!

The restrictive runes around the Sword Washing Pool lit up simultaneously, yet they were still torn apart by the dissipating sword energy.

At this moment, the Frost Soul Flying Sword has undergone a complete transformation!

The sword's body was as solidified as ice, yet it also possessed the metallic texture of star steel. The cold light flowing from the blade even froze the air into tiny ice crystals.

Even more astonishing is the star pattern and ice mark running from one end to the other on the spine of the sword, which is clear evidence that the material has been upgraded to a level five magic weapon!

In the cultivation world where spiritual energy flourishes, fourth-grade spiritual materials correspond to the Spirit Condensation level, while fifth-grade spiritual materials correspond to the Golden Core level.

However, due to the long period of decline in Dharma, fifth-grade spiritual materials are extremely rare, but now the Cold Soul Sword has undergone a transformation.

"Come!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly fell into his palm.

He gently stroked the sword's edge with his fingers, and felt a slight sting as soon as his fingertips touched the blade.

Looking down, the martial arts cultivator's physique, comparable to a magic weapon, was easily slashed open with a line of blood!
"What a sharp edge!"

Zhao Wuji was not surprised but rather pleased.

It should be noted that his physical body has been tempered many times and is already comparable to ordinary magic weapons. Ordinary magic weapons and flying swords cannot harm him in the slightest.

The Cold Soul Sword has not yet been infused with spiritual power; its sharpness alone is enough to pierce his skin. If it were to be fully activated...
His gaze sharpened, and he suddenly ran his fingers along the blade.

"laugh!"

A three-inch-long wound appeared instantly on his left arm, the blood freezing before it could even seep out.

"With this sword in hand, I can defeat the thick-skinned demon king with a single strike!"

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly and used his medical skills to quickly recover.

The Cold Soul Sword seemed to possess a spirit, circling around him three times before finally hovering over his shoulder.

The sword hovered over his shoulder, its sharp edge causing the surrounding air to freeze.

"Let's go! Let's ride the wind on our swords!"

Zhao Wuji moved with lightning speed, let out a long laugh, his sleeves fluttered, and he took a step forward.

"Zheng!!"

The sword's cry was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens. The Cold Soul Sword suddenly transformed into a dazzling stream of light, carrying him soaring into the sky.

In an instant, the green robe fluttered, and the sword rainbow pierced the sky!
The morning mist was cleaved apart like a curtain by a sword, and the condensed ice crystals floated in the air, resembling a fairy path paved with the Milky Way.

Among the thirteen peaks, many disciples of the Sword Sect were startled by this astonishing sword intent and sword light, and they all looked up. They saw that the sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, and the sword intent soared into the heavens, reaching beyond the nine heavens.

"Look! It's Senior Brother Zhao, the Heavenly Kirin!"

"What astonishing sword intent! What incredible speed! He transforms into a beam of sword light! A golden rainbow pierces the sun!"

In the Transmission Hall of Sword River Peak, the Second Elder, with his white hair and beard, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the departing sword rainbow. He couldn't help but stroke his beard and exclaim in admiration, "Sword intent soars to the heavens, unrestrained and carefree! What a madman Zhao!"

Upon hearing this, the disciple beside him asked curiously, "Second Elder, why do you call Master Zhao a madman?"

The elder laughed heartily, his eyes full of admiration: "Sword cultivators cultivate their hearts; wherever the heart leads, the sword points. Who else but a madman can act so freely and unrestrainedly, settling scores with such gusto?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back atop the sword light, his robes fluttering, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

The mountain wind howled, making his hair fly wildly, but it couldn't dispel the carefree and unrestrained air between his brows.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet rushed past, and the sea of ​​clouds parted to both sides like a tide.

Where the sword light passed, it left only a trail of lingering ice crystals before disappearing from the Qilin Sword Sect in an instant.

However, after flying only a few hundred miles from the Sword Sect, a glint flashed in his eyes, and his sword technique suddenly changed.

"Shh!"

The cold, piercing sword light suddenly changed direction, disappearing into the vast, desolate forest below like a fish swimming into water.

"hidden!"

He made a hand seal with two fingers, and his aura instantly vanished, his figure disappearing like ink into water, blending into the shadows of the mountains and forests.

At the same time, the sword at his waist gleamed faintly.

The magnificent Qilin sword robe and sword token had been put into the storage bag, replaced by an inconspicuous gray cloak.

Covered in a cloak, even his face was hidden in shadow. The once sharp and shrewd First Swordsman had now transformed into an ordinary wandering cultivator.

Black Wind Valley

Zhao Wuji gazed into the distance, the Cold Soul Sword having lost all its spiritual light, hanging by his side like ordinary iron.

A slight smile played on his lips as he lightly stroked the sword's blade with his fingertips, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The Qilin Sword Sect, being a large and influential sect, attracted a lot of attention. The market area at the foot of the thirteen peaks was a melting pot of all sorts of people, with spies from countless other factions lurking there.

As the top swordsman, he was the center of attention, standing out from the crowd and at the forefront of the storm, with countless eyes watching him.

This identity is an honor in the open, but a constraint in the shadows.

Some precautions should naturally be taken.

With a flash of sword light, Zhao Wuji changed direction and fled towards Black Wind Valley.

Blackwind Valley is thousands of miles away.

Deep within the dark mountains, a chilling wind howled.

Outside the mountains, countless monstrous figures roamed and wandered, their mournful cries echoing from time to time, followed by the chilling sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing apart, which were particularly jarring in the night.

Deep within the mountains, several figures sat around a hidden cave, the flickering firelight casting their demonic shadows on the rock walls.

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King sat atop a stone throne, his single, scarlet eye gleaming eerily in the darkness.

"Hehehe, Young Master Yang's method of 'extracting spiritual veins and sweeping resources' is truly ingenious!"

Thirteen Demon Princes, their black robes fluttering, their pale faces hidden beneath their hoods, spoke in a chilling voice: "In just half a month, we have already swept through three small grotto-heavens and reaped a rich harvest."

"Not bad!"

Yang Su, the young master of the Yang family in Nan Chu Prefecture, wore a brocade robe and toyed with a jade talisman between his fingers. He sneered, "Those small forces don't even have a decent Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator. Their mountain-protecting formation is just a formality in front of us!"

His gaze swept over everyone, and his tone suddenly changed: "However, next, it's time for us to move on to the real fat meat!"

"Oh?"

The Crimson-Eyed Demon King narrowed his single eye, his demonic aura surging: "Young Master Yang means..."

"The Wang family!"

As soon as Yang Su uttered those two words, the air inside the cave instantly froze.

Thirteen Demon Princes stiffened slightly beneath their black robes, and said in a deep voice, "Although the Wang family has lost Wang Wujiang, the old monster at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and Zhao Wuji, that troublesome fellow, they still have two Golden Core cultivators in charge, as well as Xiang Yu's head and the mountain-protecting formation."

"What are you afraid of!"

Yang Su chuckled and flipped his hand to take out a dark gold talisman, its surface swirling with obscure restriction patterns: "This is a level five formation-breaking talisman bestowed upon us by our patriarch, specifically designed to counter the Wang family's grand formation!"

A hint of greed flashed in his eyes: "As for Xiang Wang Zhen Shou, Hua Qing Shuang and Wang Shou Zhen, neither of them has the strength of the late Golden Core stage, so they cannot control Xiang Wang Zhen Shou and cannot unleash its power!"
With your combined strength, you are more than capable of taking them both down.

Upon hearing this, the Crimson-Eyed Demon King's single eye blazed with ferocity, his fangs bared, and he thought to himself, "If I can devour Xiang Yu's head, my strength will surely advance even further!"

The thirteenth demon prince's fingers trembled slightly beneath his black robes as he pondered, "A level four spiritual vein, and the true head of Xiang Yu. If I can seize these for my father, my position in the Demon Palace will be greatly enhanced."

The three exchanged glances, each harboring their own secrets, yet simultaneously revealing sinister smiles in unison.

"Prepare to make our move in seven days!"

Yang Su stood up, his brocade robe fluttering even without wind, a cold glint in his eyes: "At that time, Hua Qingshuang will be mine!"

The image of that aloof and cold figure flashed through his mind, and his heart began to burn with desire.

Hua Qingshuang is rumored to be the most authentic descendant of the Hua clan, carrying the fortune of King Xiang. If one could unite with her and use her as a vessel for cultivation, how could one not achieve the Great Dao?
Inside the cave, a chilling wind suddenly rose, and a murderous intent lurked beneath the surface.
Three days later.

The sword flashed like lightning, slicing through the sky.

Zhao Wuji flew to the outside of Black Wind Valley on his sword. Before he even landed, he was hit by a strong smell of blood.

He frowned slightly and swept his double pupils over the area.

The valley was littered with corpses, limbs and torsos were scattered everywhere, and blood soaked the soil, turning the entire valley dark red.

"We're late."

He landed slowly, his boots making a soft "crunching" sound as they stepped into the sticky pool of blood.

The surroundings were eerily silent, save for the howling mountain wind that whipped up a few pieces of blood-stained cloth.

Not far away, several corpses were gnawed beyond recognition, their white bones exposed, clearly killed by monstrous beasts.

"Crimson-Eyed Demon King. Demonic Cultivator"

Zhao Wuji's gaze was icy, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, sweeping over every inch of land.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he heard a rustling sound coming from deep within the valley.

"Are there any survivors?"

He flashed forward, like a ghost, towards the source of the sound.

Three small demons resembling jackals were lying beside a corpse, greedily gnawing on the flesh and blood, with foul-smelling saliva dripping from their fangs.

"Tsk, the flesh of this cultivator is so delicious, much better than that of mortals! I must savor it slowly."

"It's a pity the King left in such a hurry, he didn't let us eat more."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and finish eating and clean up, don't leave any traces!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he lightly raised the sword finger from his sleeve.

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword darted out like a silver fish, its sword light splitting into three cold beams that pierced precisely through the heads of the three-headed demons!

"Puff puff!"

Three hideous demon heads exploded simultaneously, spraying blood mist!
Before the corpse even fell to the ground, Zhao Wuji had already rolled up his sleeve.

The Blood King Gu hummed and surged out like a blood-red hurricane, instantly devouring the demon corpse completely, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

The third Yang Pearl within the sea of ​​consciousness immediately stirred, and the tadpole-like characters of the Demon-Slaying Technique brightened slightly once more.

"receive."

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal, and three illusory demon souls were forcibly extracted and floated in his palm.

"Marry your dream into your soul!"

His divine sense was like a knife, brutally cutting into the memories of the demon soul.

However, these three lesser demons were of low status and had limited knowledge.

All I remember is that the Crimson-Eyed Demon King and the demonic cultivator left in a hurry, seemingly rushing to their next target.

As for their specific whereabouts, they have no idea.

"waste."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, clenched his fist, and the demon soul was instantly annihilated.

He looked around and saw only devastation.

He sighed and shook his head, then transformed into a sword light and soared into the sky.

However, after flying for only ten miles, he couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh".

A sweep of divine sense revealed a woman in blue drifting downstream, seemingly injured.

The woman was in her early twenties, with a beautiful face but a pale complexion. There was a hideous claw mark on her right shoulder, from which blood was constantly seeping out, staining half of her white dress red.

She clung to a piece of driftwood, drifting with the current, her breath weak and her strength waning.

"Could this woman's presence here be because she encountered the demonic calamity that plagued this place before? Perhaps she knows something about it?"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly and descended.

With a wave of his hand, the woman was lifted up by a gentle force and gently landed on the shore.

"Thank you very much, senior."

The woman thanked him weakly, her eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Zhao Wuji did not use any medical techniques, but instead took out a medicinal talisman and handed it to the other party: "Take this."

The woman gratefully accepted the pill, her slender fingers trembling slightly as she remained somewhat wary.

She placed the pill in her palm and examined it carefully. Seeing the flowing patterns on the pill like stars and the fragrance of the medicine refreshing her, she then tilted her head back and swallowed it.

"Well"

As soon as the pill entered my stomach, I felt a warm current flowing from my dantian to my limbs and bones.

Her pale complexion regained its rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder glowed with a bluish light, and the flesh healed rapidly, like spring buds sprouting new branches.

She touched the scabbed wound in surprise, then solemnly clasped her hands in a salute: "This junior, Lin Suxin, a disciple of the Yuqing Sect, thanks you for saving my life, senior!"

"Yuqing Sect?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow. This mid-tier sect in Beiyun Dizhou was known for its dual cultivation of alchemy and swordsmanship. "You seem to have encountered a demonic beast?"

"It's not just demonic beasts."

Lin Suxin's expression somber: "My fellow disciples and I were ordered to go out on a training expedition to find spiritual herbs, but we were ambushed by demonic cultivators and monsters. All my fellow disciples perished; only I managed to escape under their cover."

At this point, her eyes reddened and her voice choked with emotion.

Zhao Wuji stood still as a pine tree, waiting for her emotions to calm down before asking, "Do you know where these demons went?"

"Junior," Lin Suxin suddenly lowered her voice, "I hid at the bottom of the cold pool and faked my death using the Turtle Breathing Technique."

In a daze, I saw a small group of demons darting towards the Seven Mist Gorge in the southeast. Only after I was sure they were far away did I dare to come out.

She suddenly coughed, blood seeping from between her fingers: "That demonic cultivator leader had a crimson token hanging from his waist."

"Hmm?" Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly changed, and his double pupils flashed. "Something's not right with you."

He had barely finished speaking.

"puff!"

The woman spat out a mouthful of black blood, and her delicate face suddenly swelled up as if inflated, with something seemingly wriggling beneath her fair skin.

"Crack!"

The sound of the skull shattering rang out crisply.

A bloody hole suddenly exploded between the woman's eyebrows, and a pitch-black maw emerged like a venomous snake, its sharp teeth bared, aimed straight at Zhao Wuji's face!
The unexpected happened too fast!

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, his gaze becoming a sword.
(End of this chapter)