Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

Inside the main hall of Ziyun Temple.

Wang Yue was the first to enter. He looked up at the two four-armed deities in front of him and slammed his Demon-Suppressing Blade down on their heads with a whooshing sound.

Click!

The stone statue cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web towards its body, collapsing in the blink of an eye.

Behind the statue, a wisp of green smoke emerged from a shrine and swept towards the back of the Ziyun Temple.

"The demon is trying to escape! Chase it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yue's figure disappeared outside.

The Purple Cloud Demon's true form is a sable, with a human-like upright body covered in purple fur.

As for the statues standing in the Taoist temple, they were simply built by people to intimidate the crowd.

At this moment, the Purple Cloud Sable's eyes were filled with undisguised fear.

It was as if some primordial beast was behind them.

"How scary, how terrifying!"

Even though it was already thirty miles away from Ziyun Temple, it still felt fear in its heart.

The oppressive aura emanating from the figure in the Ziyun Temple was ever-present.

"die!"

Just then, an excited roar came from the side.

The crowd had already surrounded it.

Yu Shi wielded a large halberd. This strong and muscular young man was indeed incredibly brave and powerful in battle.

The halberd crashed down on his head.

A murderous glint gradually appeared in the eyes of the Purple Cloud Sable.

Its massive body suddenly leaped into the air, pressing down on Yu Shi like a mountain.

Yu Shi blocked with his halberd, causing the earth and rocks beneath his feet to shatter. His arms trembled, and the immense force of his body involuntarily carved a deep trench in the ground.

"Watch out! Attack together!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Yue roared in anger.

This is a Blood Demon! This kid is too arrogant.

Wei Yang and his group immediately surrounded them, unleashing various martial arts techniques at their opponents.

A tight, impenetrable wall was formed around the Purple Cloud Sable.

The Purple Cloud Sable temporarily suppressed its fear of the aura emanating from Luo Chen, its eyes flashing with purple light.

A demonic aura surged into the sky, and the suppressed demonic energy was suddenly released.

A crimson, eerie wind swept around them.

The body, originally nearly the size of an adult, bulged with muscles after the sudden collision.

Various martial arts techniques rained down on its body, causing its skin to crack, blood to flow, and its body, which had swelled to five meters in size, to sway slightly.

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Die, die, die!"

His eyes turned blood-red, and after falling into the demonic path, his combat power increased rather than decreased.

With his flesh and blood, he withstood the weapon and slapped a demon-suppressing envoy away.

scoff!

Wang Yue's eyes hardened, and the blade sliced ​​across the neck of the Purple Cloud Sable. The Demon-Suppressing Inscription on the Demon-Suppressing Blade was activated by the demon blood, causing it to vibrate slightly.

"A great opportunity!"

Once he regained his senses, Yu Shi's eyes lit up, and he brought his halberd down fiercely.

Wei Yang followed closely behind, his precious sword piercing through the tough membrane and penetrating into the demon's heart.

puff!

The sable's scarlet eyes dimmed slightly.

Wang Yue drew his Demon-Suppressing Blade and delivered a few more blows, only feeling relieved when he was certain the opponent was beyond dead.

Everyone was panting heavily.

Yu Shi sat down heavily on the ground, his clothes torn, having taken the full force of the Bloodthirst attack head-on. Even though he was quite strong, he still suffered considerable internal injuries.

When everyone returned carrying the demon's body.

Entering the Ziyun Temple.

The first thing you see is someone kneeling on the ground, half of their body blackened like charcoal, with carbonized flesh peeling off, and you can still see a fresh heart beating inside.

The other half of his body looked as if it had been devoured by a vengeful ghost, and his appearance was even more tragic.

Master Ziyun opened his mouth, but the silent words conveyed despair.

Wang Yue and the others' eyelids twitched.

Looking at the boy sitting on the roof, a chill ran straight to the top of his head.

Wang Yue and the others had spent the most time with Luo Chen, but this was the first time they had seen their boss like this.

They dared not speak, nor dared they ask.

"Good, at least no one was seriously injured."

Luo Chen smiled, completely unconcerned about the stares of others.

He looked at the demonic bodies being dragged behind the group.

Finally, the blow landed on Yu Shi. The kid's breathing was unstable, clearly indicating that he was injured.

Luo Chen didn't say anything.

He took out the jade book, tapped it on the geomantic map, and a skull symbol disappeared.

His gaze fell on one of the brighter red skulls, which was his first target.

The mountain god of Tongquan Mountain is suspected of falling into the demonic path; go and investigate immediately…

The information in the jade book is very limited.

Only after we get to the vicinity of Tongquan Mountain and take a look can we know the specific situation.

"Let's pack up and go!"

Golden scales were unsheathed, and the violent Yin-Yang True Qi instantly enveloped the demon's corpse.

Although he evolved a great supernatural power from Yin-Yang True Qi, it does not mean that Yin-Yang True Qi cannot be used. On the contrary, because the supernatural power exists, its power is even stronger.

The purple sable instantly turned into a pool of blood mist, and the stench of blood lingered in the air.

This scene made the five newlyweds' eyelids twitch.

The demons that everyone had struggled to defeat together couldn't last a second in Luo Chen's hands.

These young geniuses from various families, looking at Luo Chen's youthful figure, couldn't muster any desire to compare themselves to him.

That thin, wiry figure stood like a towering mountain, leaving a deep impression on everyone's hearts.

"Boss, what do we do with this guy?"

Wang Yue hurriedly followed, pointing to the Taoist Master Ziyun, who was kneeling on the ground and clearly still had life.

"Three days later, life will cease."

Wang Yue and the others turned to look at the pitiful figure, their eyes filled with pity.

This torture will last for three days!

I have no idea what this guy did.

……

Tongquan Mountain.

The steps paved with bluestone slabs meander to the top of the mountain.

A temple called "Shanjun Temple" stands quietly, with its vermilion gate half-open and the door knocker made of bronze tiger heads.

In the temple of the mountain king, the statue of the mountain king on the shrine is not a fierce and colorful tiger, but a heroic man wearing a brown robe, with a calm and steady expression, holding up a mountain peak in one hand and a talisman in the other.

Suddenly, a foul wind swept through the quiet temple.

A lithe, youthful figure approached the statue of the Mountain God.

Looking at the statue in front of him, the young man smiled slightly, exuding confidence.

A high-pitched, neither-male-nor-female voice echoed through the temple.

"Mountain Lord, have you thought this through? Only by joining my Heavenly Demon Sect can you rise to a higher level during this time of national decline!"

There was no response.

The effeminate young man was not angry, but spoke slowly.

"How long can the power of your accumulated vows last? With the divine office gone, you can no longer gather power of vows. How much strength do you have left?"

"Join us, and the leader will grant you the method to rekindle your willpower; you will once again be the majestic mountain lord!"

Seductive words echoed throughout the Sanjun Temple.

The stone statue trembled slightly.

It was as if she had opened her eyes and was staring at the effeminate man.

Just when he thought the mountain king was about to agree.

A terrifying tiger's roar exploded in his mind.

"roll!"

In a daze, the effeminate young man seemed to see a magnificent tiger, as tall as a mountain, slowly passing through the clouds and looking down at him.

"Ha, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

The effeminate young man staggered backward, his mind reeling.

He snorted coldly, took out a jet-black token from his robes, and the token trembled slightly as it floated toward the mountain god statue.