The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

Broken halberds and tattered spears lay obliquely in the blood-soaked mud, and the smoke and stench of blood drifted across the desolate wilderness littered with corpses.

Lu Xiao, the newly appointed leader of the Luo Sect, lay quietly in a pool of blood and mud.

The black-clad protector stepped forward. After Lu Xiao's death, the trusted confidant who temporarily controlled the 30,000-strong army was caught in an awkward situation.

They were undecided, unsure whether to go all in to avenge Lu Xiao, or to follow Lu Xiao's will, preserve their strength, and assist Ji Qingyun in ascending the throne.

Caught in a dilemma, the black-clad protector gradually relaxed, thinking that he was out of danger and there were no more problems.

Just as he was about to break free of the encirclement, a long, heart-wrenching wail suddenly echoed from within Luling City.

"Uncle-Uncle-Uncle!"

His voice was stern and poignant, moving all who heard it.

Then a surge of powerful energy suddenly rose within the city, growing rapidly at a visible speed.

Unconsciously, both inside and outside the city, it seemed as if a blue sun was slowly rising.

"Qingyun!"

Chen Xianli was awakened by this long howl, wiped away his tears, and exclaimed:

"Stop him! He's no match for the Grand Protector!"

The others also realized what was happening and, fearing that the black-clad protector might kill Ji Qingyun again, quickly ordered their soldiers to block the road leading into the city.

After Lu Xiao's death, Ji Qingyun, whose talent was almost no less than Lu Xiao's, became their last hope.

After witnessing the performance of top-tier Qi and Blood Transformation experts, everyone knew that the power they held needed strong individuals to rely on.

Therefore, at this moment, Ji Qingyun is not only the successor designated by their boss Lu Xiao, but also the one to whom their future lives and fortunes depend.

The black-clad protector suddenly stopped, his cold eyes sharply fixed on Luling City.

Everyone immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Then, the black-clad protector's eyes turned fierce, he stomped his foot hard, and lunged forward...

The woodland where the barriers have been removed.

This action undoubtedly shocked everyone.

"Damn it! We've fallen into a trap! The altar master is incredibly powerful; how could he be unscathed? He must be severely injured and powerless by now!"

Chen Xianli slapped his thigh, filled with regret.

"Quickly pursue them! Avenge the sect leader!"

But even faster than them was Ji Qingyun, who surged forward from within the city, transforming into a streak of blue lightning.

Ji Chen had now focused all his consciousness on this apostle and used the large number of dimensional points he had accumulated during this period to raise his strength to almost the point where it could not be raised any further.

There's no time to mourn Lu Xiao, who fought to the very last moment, his life extinguished.

Now appearing is the second phase of the boss, the Dragon Spear talent holder, with Qingyang Solidifying Stance - Divine Lv4, Zhentian Wuji Palm - Divine Lv3, Liusha Wuhen Step Lv2, in the form of 'Ji Qingyun'.

The second phase of Ji Qingyun's eruption was no small matter.

It takes no more than half a minute to get from the alley in the city to the gate of Luling.

From the city gate of Luling, and after passing through numerous soldiers, it took only a little over a minute to reach the wilderness and woodland.

Without even needing to calculate, Ji Chen's extraordinary mental abilities allowed him to determine the current speed based on his external senses.

100 meters in three seconds!

Like a gust of wind, the soldiers felt the deafening sound of the wind as a figure vanished in an instant.

The black-clad protector was genuinely frightened.

Almost immediately after Ji Chen began to expend dimensional points to fully enhance the strength of 'Ji Qingyun', a life-or-death crisis, like a landslide and a tsunami, gripped him tightly.

Years of life-or-death battles have honed his sense of danger.

His senses told him that this crisis was incredibly close to being pursued by a true master.

absurd!

This was the black-clad protector's first reaction. There were only a handful of true masters of internal energy in the world; how could one suddenly appear here and then try to kill him?

And judging from the voice, it seems to be coming from Ji Qingyun.

That's hilarious.

He remembered clearly that a few days ago, when they parted in Yuezhou City, Ji Qingyun, although he had a heroic demeanor, was only about one level stronger than Ji Qingyun. Killing him was no easier than killing a chicken.

Whose good-natured and heroic demeanor manifests itself so quickly?

The black-clad protector wanted to laugh, but his stiff lips wouldn't move, and his heart pounded with fear.

The sound of trees breaking came from behind, followed by an overwhelming palm force that pressed down like the bright sun hanging in the sky.

Ji Chen has arrived!

The black-clad protector did not turn around, or rather, he didn't have time to turn around. He relied on instinct to barely manage to move his qi and blood to his spine.

Bang!

This time, the black-clad protector became the rag doll, flying far away and crashing into two trees before finally stopping in a sorry state.

"Cough!" Broken internal organs spilled uncontrollably from the black-clad protector's mouth, and against the backdrop of crimson blood, his face was as pale as a demon.

The black-clad protector, his arms trembling, propped himself up and gave Ji Chen an ugly smile.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"

"Are you joking at this moment?"

"When we first met in Yuezhou, didn't we have a very pleasant chat? The Holy Maiden also took a liking to you, and didn't you say you'd meet again someday?"

Ji Chen stepped forward indifferently, ignoring the pleading in the black-clad protector's eyes.

"To save your own life, you'd resort to such methods? Ha... Where's your composure as a strongman?"

The black-clad protector suddenly realized that Ji Qingyun's eyes were very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

"you......"

Too lazy to listen to his nonsense, Ji Chen swung his palm, and the black-clad protector's head flew up and rolled to the ground.

Looking at the black-clad protector who died with his eyes wide open, Ji Chen sighed.

"It's a pity. This person is already nearing mental exhaustion and can no longer use mental martial arts. I can't complete the last piece of the puzzle this time."

Ji Chen was very envious of the martial arts skills of the White Sun Sect Leader. At least in terms of prestige, the White Sun Sect Leader's ability to use his spirit to generate the image of the Great Sun was the strongest he had ever seen.

Moreover, Ji Chen felt that even if he could only obtain the true meaning of martial arts without the annotations of the manual, he could still rely on the Qingyang Solidifying Yuan Stance, which was already at level 4, to forcibly continue the explanation of the scriptures, without worrying about practicing it incorrectly.

After all, they all come from the same sect. Judging from their performance, the Qingyang Solidifying Yuan Stance and the White Yang Sect's ultimate techniques displayed by the Black-Clad Protector both originated from the "Three Periods of the Final Tribulation" ideology, so they must have something in common.

Just as Ji Chen was deep in thought, Chen Xianli and his entourage, who had been rushing behind, finally arrived.

They saw a headless corpse lying slumped at Ji Qingyun's feet, and not far away, a hideous human head covered in fallen leaves. Who else could it be but the black-clad protector who had attacked?

"Qingyun, what's this?"

Ji Chen's performance was on full display, perfectly conveying three parts melancholy, three parts relief, three parts sadness, and one part helplessness.

Chen Xianli understood immediately and stood beside Ji Chen, seemingly in remembrance.

Just then, Zhang Shunwu staggered over, carrying Lu Xiao's corpse.

A silent solemnity enveloped the woodland, and tears involuntarily streamed down everyone's faces.

Although Lu Xiao led them for a very short time, less than a month.

However, Lu Xiao was never greedy for money when leading his troops, nor was he harsh on his soldiers. He was generous with rewards, and would give away maids and mansions without hesitation.

Who wouldn't support such a boss and leader? Now that the leader is dead, their future is uncertain, and they are filled with grief.

At the same time, they had another consideration.

Ji Qingyun is exceptionally talented, and judging from his performance just now, he is also the strongest.

But skill is skill.

Who can guarantee that this new leader will continue to use the welfare policies of the previous leader?

Multiple considerations combined to create the tranquil atmosphere of the woodland.